Tribute to the Alpha
by Cara Wylde
(Alma Venus Shifter Brides #0.5)
Publication date: March 31st 2021
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance
The war between humans and shapeshifters must end. There has been too much bloodshed, and it’s time for the factions to sign a peace treaty. But there is one man, one wolf warrior, who does not want peace. Not even when humans would be forced to provide shifters with brides to bear them heirs. Ruarc Bloodmoon is not interested in a willing human bride. All he wants is power.

Alma is the only daughter of the future representative of the human faction, and she is ready to sacrifice herself to keep her loved ones safe. Ruarc will listen to no one and negotiate with no one, but maybe he will, if she offers herself to him. If she becomes the first shifter bride in history, maybe he will finally see that peace is the only way for humans and shifters to move forward.

Note from the author: This is a prequel to the Alma Venus Shifter-Brides series, which currently has four completed novels and various bonus novellas available on Amazon. The series is complete, and ready for you to
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“I’m sorry,” he whispered.


“What?” She must have heard him wrong. There was no way Ruarc Bloodmoon had just said he was sorry.


“I’m sorry for what my brother did to you. I never thought he would...” He shook his head. “I never thought any of them would...”


She huffed, regaining some of her courage. “I told you they were all treating me badly. You ignored me.”


“I didn’t think it would come to this. Having a human in our midst is new to us.”


“But your kind kidnaps female women and impregnates them all the time!”


“Not Clan Bloodmoon.”


She looked at him with wide eyes. “But you said... I mean, you keep saying, over and over, that you’ll just take what you want. That you don’t need a clause in a peace treaty to provide you and your kind with human brides, because you’ll just... take them.”


“And I didn’t lie. It’s true, technically, and many wolf clans have done that already, many bear clans, dragon clans, fox clans... But not Clan Bloodmoon.”


“Why?”


His jaw tightened. He was silent, and Alma understood this was a touchy subject for him. There was a reason, and that reason was probably something big. Quickly, she debated with herself whether it was a good idea to press on and make him tell her, or whether it might’ve been smarter to let it go and wait for him to be ready. She was leaning toward the second option, but then Ruarc pulled at a strip of fabric rather harshly, and her whole back tensed at the pain that shot through her muscles. On second thought, today had been tough, and she deserved an explanation.


“You owe me this,” she said in a firm tone. “You owe me the truth. I’m here, I’m yours, I’m at the mercy of your clan and your packs, so I deserve to know what I’ve gotten myself into.” She fixed him with her gaze, and to her relief, he didn’t look away. “I deserve to know who you are, Ruarc Bloodmoon. We’ll share a bed sooner or later, and you’ll plant pups in my belly. You owe me this.”


He sighed heavily. As he kept peeling her dress, revealing creamy inches of skin that were, unfortunately, covered in blood and dirt, he finally opened his heart to her.


“My mother was human. Our mother, since she gave birth to me, Klaus, and Norbert, and they are twins. She didn’t live long after she brought them into the world. Pushing out two wolf pups one after the other took a great toll on her weak, human body. She died soon after, and Delphine raised us with the help of the clan. My father kind of checked out after that. Even though he’d kidnapped my mother and forced her to be his bride, he’d loved her, and she’d come to love him. They weren’t together for long, since she got pregnant with me in their first year together, and as you probably know, the gestation period of a wolf pup is shorter than a human baby’s. Then, when I was two years old, she got pregnant again. So, I only got to spend the first two years of my life with her. I barely remember her now. I was too little.”


When he fell silent again, Alma hung her head. “I’m sorry.”


“Humans are fragile. They break too easily. That’s why neither I, nor my brothers have ever been interested in taking human brides. That’s why I, personally, don’t need that peace treaty they’ve been negotiating for weeks. Power, that’s all I need. To live my life without having to respect ridiculous rules. I want to be free, and I want my wolves to be free. And if the males in my clan want to take human wives, that’s their business, and I don’t care how they go about it. After all, my father stole my mother from her parents’ yard, and they were happy in the end.”


“She didn’t have a choice.”


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Cara Wylde loves to write about strong, feisty women and their hot Alphas who will do anything to make them happy. Her books are filled with romance and just a dash of mystery, suspense, and that eerie atmosphere she fell in love with reading too many gothic novels. With a master's degree in Comparative Literature, she can't help but play with tropes and themes from various genres, trying to come up with fresh perspectives on the paranormal characters her readers love so much. Vampires, shapeshifters, demons, witches... Cara will always make sure they get their own twists.


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A Touch of Brimstone
by McKenzie Hunter
(Magic of the Damned, #1)
Publication date: August 19th 2021
Genres: Adult, Fantasy, New Adult

They say you should never make a deal with the devil, but what about with the Prince of the Underworld?

Fresh off a breakup and an eviction, I started my day like any other: a book in one hand, a coffee in the other, and faking that can-do attitude inspirational memes are made of. I was ready to take on the world—and I did.
Unfortunately, it was the Underworld.

One freak accident later, I’m standing face to face with the sexy-as-sin and dangerously powerful Prince of the Underworld. He has a few burning questions for me—like how a mere human unlocked the door to the Underworld’s prison and released its prisoners.

I’d sure as hell like to know, too, because I have no freaking clue.

Now, instead of a forgettable bookstore clerk, I’m newly famous for doing the impossible. The wrong people want to thank me, and the rest want me dead. Spoiler alert: The Dark Prince definitely doesn’t want to thank me.

I’ll do anything to get my life back to normal and he’ll do anything to recapture the escapees. We make a deal: He’ll keep my enemies at bay, and I’ll find a way to return the prisoners.

What could possibly go wrong? 

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“I’ve been pulled into something that I definitely don’t want to be in, dealing with people I hope to never encounter again. I want it to be over. I want to have nothing to do with this situation or you dreadful people.” I lifted my hand, presenting the markings. “If working with you is the only way, then I’m in. If we are working together, no more threats. I don’t care how thinly veiled they are. You will not bully me. Are we clear?”

His expression changed but it was still indecipherable. Understanding? I don’t think that was it. Amusement? Definitely. Portentous? It better not be.

His lips curled slightly into a small, tight, mirthless smile. He looked over his shoulder at Anand who flashed a grin. “I’ve been commanded to behave,” Dominic said to him. The laughter in his voice made its way to his eyes.

“Little Luna.”

“It’s just Luna,” I shot back.

“Luna. You are correct. I want to find the person behind this, especially if it is a Dark Caster. I know their history and the chaos and destruction they enjoy. It needs to be stopped. And to do so, we will have to work together.”

I’d been abducted and attacked by a vampire, sniffed by a lion, interrogated by a witch, and nearly devoured—or whatever his intentions were—by a wolf. I had every right to be overly cautious and I didn’t like the subtle undertones in his response. A limited alliance.






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McKenzie, as a child, discovered that her life could be a whirlwind of adventures by simply opening a book. To this day, reading is still her favorite activity. She has a fondness for fantasy and mystery, which is probably why she writes urban fantasy.

When McKenzie isn't working on her next book she is usually binge-watching paranormal and comedy shows, maintaining her title as "favorite auntie", or trying to create a tasty low-calorie pizza. McKenzie loves to hear from her readers. Feel free to contact her via her website, Facebook, or email.


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Book: Glitter & Greed
Author: Melanie Munton
(Brooklyn Brothers, #4)
Publication Date: August 24th 2021
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

We are the Rossetti’s.
The exiled “sixth family” of the New York mafia. We’re the good guys.
People don’t fear us…much. They respect us.
The five of us? We’re the Brooklyn Brothers.
And we protect what’s ours.


Don’t ask me what made this girl different, what made her stand out. I’m not proud of it, but it wasn’t exactly my first ever lap dance. The last thing I expect is for the same woman I’ve been obsessing over for two months to waltz right into my gym.

Catalina “Cat” Vasquez is the most alluring, sensual woman I’ve ever met. She has secrets, and I want all of them. It’s the only way I can protect her. Because it seems I’m not the only one who’s been looking for her.

Just my luck that I would fall for a woman who has connections with the Mexican cartel. Who would have thought her stalker would be the same man who’s about to wage an all-out war on my turf?

I’m a fighter by nature.
I fight for what’s mine.
And I’m not about to lose to someone who wants to steal Cat away from me.
If he thinks his guns will save him from my fists, he came to the wrong city.

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Cat hadn’t seen me sitting at the bar yet, and I had no clue what to expect when she eventually did. I had no say in anything she did with her life, so she’d have every right to have my ass kicked out of that club. There had only ever been one outcome by showing up there.

That I’d be one step closer to insanity.

An arm belonging to one of the rowdy drunks near the stage suddenly shot out and wrapped around Cat’s middle. She had to quickly balance her tray of empty glasses when he roughly yanked her onto his suited lap.

I immediately looked toward the security guys standing near the entrance, but the two bouncers were trying to break up a heated altercation between two customers and were distracted by their shouting to pay attention to her. There was a no touching rule at this club, even if it wasn’t always strictly enforced. If they threw out every single guy that patted one of the girls on the ass, they wouldn’t have any customers left.

This was a whole lot of goddamn touching.

Cat tried to push to her feet, but he pulled her right back down. It was the first time I’d ever seen her smile waver with uncertainty. She normally wore a mask of indifference—or numbness—when she worked at Rumors. It was like nothing got to her. Nothing made her wobble.

This motherfucker was bothering her.

You could see it stamped all over her face. The way her mouth tightened, her shoulders stiffened. She was gripping her tray like she was seconds away from whacking him over the head with it.

I’d had enough. The dumbass was lucky I’d restrained this much and hadn’t already dropped him.

Downing the rest of my beer in two gulps, I slammed the glass onto the bar and moved in their direction. Even the nearly obliterated guys who were a few sips away from passing out on the floor got out of my way. They knew by the look on my face not to fuck with me. I was still several feet away when Cat’s head jerked in my direction, as if she sensed my presence.

Her eyes widened in fear.

The action irritated me. The last thing I wanted was for her to be afraid of me. But then I realized…

She was afraid for him.

She’d already seen me in action. She knew what kind of damage I could inflict.

I came to a stop right next to the son of a bitch in the rumpled suit. His four buddies around the table were just as sloshed as he was but all shrank back in their seats at the sight of me. His hand still had a firm grasp on Cat’s waist as his glazed eyes slowly ticked up to me.

“The next dance is mine,” I grated in a menacingly low voice.

He glared through half-lidded eyes. “Oh, yeah? You already pay for it?”

He reached into his pocket and threw down a one-hundred-dollar bill.

I snorted in both disbelief and fury.

Did he really think that was all she was worth? A measly hundred bucks? As padded as my bank account had gotten over the last year, I’d never possess enough money for what she was worth. Her value went beyond money anyway. To reduce her to a dollar sign was fucking insulting.

I pulled out my entire money clip and threw it on top of his bill. It was thick and heavy, and all you could see were hundreds.

His eyes widened. He swallowed nervously.

Yeah, motherfucker. And I’ll keep going.

Hell, I’d bankrupt the asshole before I let him think he could ever have a moment of Cat’s time. In fact, he had approximately three more seconds to get his fucking hands off. And that was me being generous.

Luka Rossetti was not fucking generous.




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Melanie grew up in the Midwest, but she loves living in the Southeast (where the beaches are!) now with her husband and daughter.
Melanie's other passion is traveling and seeing the world. With anthropology degrees under their belts, she and her husband have made it their goal in life to see as many archaeological sites around the world as possible.
She has a horrible food addiction to pasta and candy (not together...ew). And she gets sad when her wine rack is empty.
At the end of the day, she is a true romantic at heart. She loves writing the cheesy and corny of romantic comedies, and the sassy and sexy of suspense. She aims to make her readers swoon, laugh out loud, maybe sweat a little, and above all, fall in love.
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Title: Cursed Beauty
Author: Stacey O’Neale
Publication Date: August 30th 2021
Genres: Fairy Tales, Retelling, Young Adult

From USA Today bestselling author Stacey O’Neale comes a standalone, gender-reversed YA retelling of Sleeping Beauty!
The day has come for sixteen-year-old Aurora to receive her witch mark. She should be thrilled. But unlike the rest of her coven, a centuries-old family curse has already decided her fate; the cost of her new power is her life.
After the ceremony, her grandmother offers her hope: Aurora can save herself and prevent her coven from dying by awakening a sleeping prince with the power to break her curse. Unfortunately, she must travel through the forbidden Shadowlands to reach him.
The enchanted forest is filled with magical creatures—friends and foes—including the mysterious son of a powerful wolf pack leader. Can she find the prince in time, and if she succeeds, will he choose to help despite having been placed under a sleeping spell?
Perfect for fans of Serpent & Dove by Shelby Mahurin, House of Salt and Sorrows by Erin A. Craig, and The Hazel Wood by Melissa Albert.

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USA Today Bestselling YA Fantasy Author, Stacey O'Neale, lives in Annapolis, Maryland. When she's not writing, she spends her time fangirling over books, podcasting, cheering for the Baltimore Ravens, and hanging out with her husband and daughter.

Her career in publishing started as a senior publicist for Entangled Publishing. Stacey writes young adult fantasy and adult science fiction romance. Her books always include swoon-worthy heroes, snarky heroines, and lots of kissing.

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Title: The Billionaire Shifters Club Boxed Set (Billionaire Shifters Club, #1-3)
Author: Diana Seere
Publication date: May 16th 2021
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance


Welcome to the most exclusive club in the world. The Novo Club. Novo is Latin for “change.” Our members prefer the word “shift” though.

It’s the hottest club in town.

The price of membership is your heart and your secrecy.


All you need to do to join is to be loved beyond your wildest imagination by someone powerful with an…alpha side so primal it’s in their blood.

Are you ready?

Good. Then let’s begin.

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The Billionaire Shifters Club is a paranormal romance series featuring the five Stanton siblings, four brothers and one sister who are all part of an ancient shifter family living in modern America. The subter-ranean club-within-a-club beneath the streets of Boston, Massachusetts holds secrets only the Stantons and their fellow shifters know.

The first three books in the series, The Billionaire Shifter’s Curvy Match, The Billionaire Shifter’s Virgin Mate, and The Billionaire Shifter’s Second Chance are included in this hot, irresistible collection.

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DIANA SEERE was raised by wolves in the forests outside Boston and San Francisco. The only time she spends in packs these days is at romance writing conventions. In truth, Diana is two New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors who decided to write shifter romance and have more fun.




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Title: Baring Grudge (Rebel Cyborgs #3)
Author: Cynthia Sax
 Date Published: August 10th 2021

No one in the universe is more determined than a cyborg warrior tracking his female.
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Grudge, a C Model cyborg, has been assigned a mission – safeguard a Humanoid Alliance space station for his kind. Honor was once all he had, and he is determined to fulfill his duty.

That resolve is tested when a tiny human female enters the space station and sets the prettiest little explosives the warrior has ever seen. She is Grudge’s genetic match, the one being manufactured for him. He wants to touch her, kiss her, claim her in all ways, but first he has to stop her from blasting him into the next galaxy.

Taelyn has a self-appointed mission—to destroy every battle robot the Humanoid Alliance has ever manufactured. A huge gray-skinned, blue-eyed cyborg warrior with mismatched arms won’t prevent her from achieving her goal. She’ll escape him, leaving destruction in her wake.

Before she departs, she’ll experience one toe-curling moment of hatred-edged passion with her handsome foe. She’ll show him how skilled with detonations she truly is. He will have his universe rocked.

Then she’ll disappear.

Her cyborg, however, has no intention of ever letting her go.
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Baring Grudge is a STANDALONE Cyborg SciFi Romance set in a dark, gritty, sometimes-violent universe.
It features a determined, damaged warrior, an equally resolute human female, and an explosive game of predator and prey played across galaxies.

Baring Grudge is the third of five core stories in the Rebel Cyborgs Series.
Book 1: Containing Malice
Book 2: Under Strain
Book 3: Baring Grudge
Book 4: B Free
Book 5: Seizing Power

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Grudge looked down the barrels of her guns, yearning to draw her into his arms, to kiss the fury off her face. Instead, he attempted humor, hoping to ease her anger.

“You left this in an alcove.” He held one of the bombs out to her.

It had been deactivated…as had the others she’d set. He regretfully couldn’t allow her to blow up the space station. Not until Cadet and his brethren had moved the warships from its docking bay.

“F**k you, machine.” The sparks in his female’s eyes multiplied.

He projected those smaller detonations were building to a big boom.

Frag. He was in danger.

Grudge dropped the defused bomb.

His female tapped the triggers of her guns.

He veered to the right, moving at cyborg speed. A projectile carved through his cheek, leaving a trail of pain on his skin…and a surplus of admiration in his heart.

His female was clever. She realized if he was gripping the bomb with both of his hands, he couldn’t grasp a weapon, was vulnerable, easier to kill.

There was no time to explain he wasn’t a threat to her, would never damage a hair on her gorgeous head.

She had shifted her weapons, was tracking him.

Grudge dashed forward, not wanting a projectile in the skull.

His female shot at him. He circled her, sprinting faster than her human visual system could track. She peppered the walls around them with projectiles. The gunfire echoed in the narrow space. As he accelerated, he climbed the panels until his form was horizontal.

His intelligent female corrected her aim, pointing her guns where she projected he’d be. A projectile whizzed by his forehead. He altered his speed and his patterns, zigzagging, becoming more erratic, less predictable.

Predictability killed warriors. Solar cycles of battle had taught him that.

“I’m going to hit you, you f**kin’ machine.” Determination edged his female’s voice.

“I’m not a machine.” Many humans and humanoids held that faulty perception about his kind. “And there’s only a 4.1245 percent probability you’ll hit me.”

He brushed his fingertips across his female’s nape as he passed her. Her skin was decadently soft. Awareness surged up his arms.

She must have been affected by the contact also. His female quivered. The scent of her intensified, teasing his nostrils.

Her rage escalated with her passion. “4.1245 percent isn’t zero, f**ker.” She shot faster.

“It isn’t zero.” He laughed as projectiles pinged all around him. This was the most fun he’d had in planet rotations.

 

 


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USA Today Bestselling author Cynthia Sax is currently writing cyborg and alien romances with high heat levels. These stories are set in a shared dark, gritty, sometimes violent world. There is always a romantic happy ending between the main characters and this happy ending is FOREVER. But everyone else is in danger.

Her stories have been featured in Star Magazine, Real Time With Bill Maher, and numerous best of... top ten lists.

She loves writing fated to mate or instalove romances as this is her personal experience with love. She fell in love with her Dear Wonderful Hubby at first sight and 25 plus years later, they're still very much in love. This is what she wishes for her characters and for her readers. 

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The Prince’s Bride Part 2

by J.J. McAvoy
(The Prince’s Bride #2)
Publication date: November 27th 2020
Genres: Adult, New Adult, Romance


Book 2 of The Prince’s Bride duet.

In book one, he was just a spoiled playboy prince whose family was in desperate need of money. Now everything has changed Odette Wyntor has a choice.
Stay or Run.
Royalty is not for the weak of heart.
Can they handle what is to come?



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“Dammit,” she cursed more under breath as she fought her hair.

It was amusing to watch for two reasons. One, because when Odette was frustrated, she spoke and cursed to herself. And second, I was amazed by how her long curls magically shrunk, rising from the middle of her back to her shoulders and puffing out a bit from the water in the shower.

“Why? Why are you doing this to me now?” she asked her hair as if it were a person, and I just snorted, exposing myself. Her head whipped around, and I clamped my lips shut. “Are you laughing at me? This your fault!”

“Your hair is my fault?”

“Yes, you, Mr. Swoon eyes,” she snapped. “Of course, I would be all Gone With the Wind when you stare at me like that, making forget that I’m not in my home, with my shower caps or combs or even, at least, essential oils and hair moisture to prevent my hair from doing this. I just hopped into the shower, all dazed.”

I could not hold it anymore. I really couldn’t without busting a gut. I laughed so hard my eyes started watering, which Odette just made a face at, before turning around for anything in the sink to help with her current hair apocalypse. Containing myself, I walked up behind her as she gave up. Nothing I had was any use. Instead, she kept trying to brush it out of her face.

She met my eyes in the mirror, glaring for a bit before sighing. “Everyone in the world is going to see me today. I do not want to look—”

“You will look beautiful because you are beautiful,” I said, placing my hands on her shoulders. “Do not stress. You can take as much time as you need.”

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J.J. McAvoy was born in Montreal, Canada and graduated from Carleton University in 2016 with an honour's degree in Humanities. She is the oldest of three and has loved writing for years. She is inspired by everything from Shakespearean tragedies to current culture. Her novels hope to push boundaries and allow readers to look at the world from another perspective. Please feel free to stay in touch with her via Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr and youtube, where she video blogs.


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