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Wednesday, June 25, 2025

Read Take Aim and Reload by Beth D Carter #Contemporary #Romance #Suspense

  


Take Aim and Reload

Forgotten Rebels MC Book 3

Key Words: 

Erotic Suspense, Romantic Suspense, Crime Fiction, Contemporary Romance, MC Romance, Thriller

Synopsis:

Cherry has lived her life with a solid sense of right and wrong, so when she realizes her boss, the CEO of Cabot Pharmaceuticals, is selling pseudoephedrine to bikers, she gathers her courage to obtain evidence against him. When she’s caught by Cabot’s head of security, it forces her to go on the run.

Heart is on his way home from burying his uncle when he crashes his motorcycle. A beautiful angel named Cherry helps rescue him, and he thinks divine intervention has brought them together. But Cherry holds evidence that can make his world crash and burn, putting him in a very precarious situation between falling for her and loyalty to his club.

Cherry’s beliefs are tested until the line between right and wrong blurs, leaving her struggling with her own conscience. When Cabot finally finds her, will she be able to save herself, or will her voice be silenced forever?

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Excerpt:

“I always said I wouldn’t have sex without marriage,” she whispered.
He raised his eyebrows so high they almost touched his hairline. “You’re a virgin?”

She nodded.

“Holy shit,” he said. The shock in his voice was evident. “That’s like discovering unicorns are real.”

His analogy was so off the wall that she chuckled. Instantly, the tension she’d held in her shoulders released.

“How old are you, Cherry?”

“I’m twenty-four. Why?”

“Because by now you’ve outdone your mom by eight years.”

She blinked, waiting for him to continue.

“Don’t you see?” he asked, continuing. “You are nothing like her. I mean, I never met the woman, but I can see the goodness in you. The eyes reflect the soul, darlin’. And yours show pure light and love.”

The words shifted the foundation of her world, and the pieces of her past lay in broken shards around her. She’d tried hard to be a good person, to make her grandfather proud of her, and to realize that he hadn’t made a mistake in giving her and Church a home.

“Cherry?”

She looked up at Heart. He pushed her bangs off her forehead. The same delicious shivers that she’d felt before when he’d touched her was still there. Would it be that terrible to give into the desire she felt? Or would giving in be the first step down a slippery slope?

Heart leaned in, breathed in her scent. Having his face so close to her neck made her wet. Excited. His fingers trailed down her neck, over her shoulder, down her arm. He lightly caressed the soft skin on her hand.

“Are you seducing me?” she asked nervously.

A wicked little grin lifted the corners of his mouth. He kissed the shell of her ear.

“Trust me,” he whispered.

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Who am I?

Beth D. Carter grew up in Missouri and began writing at a very young age after being influenced by her mother's very naughty romance novels.

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I like writing about the very ordinary girl thrust into extraordinary circumstances, so my heroines will probably never be lawyers, doctors, or corporate high rollers. I try to write characters who aren't cookie-cutter and push myself to write complicated situations that I have no idea how to resolve, forcing me to think outside the box. Music inspires me and each story has its own signature song.

I am a full-time writer and stay-at-home mom which means I watch a lot of animated movies. Over and over again. I hate washing dishes but I love cooking. I hate washing clothes but I love wearing them. Writing my bio is difficult because I never know what to say so I hope you like this one. My favorite color is red but I look best in black (it's slimming). I hate people who don't pick up their dog's crap in public places, people who don't use turn signals, and I really hate people who are rude and condescending. I especially hate discrimination in all and every form. And although I love holding a book in my hand, I absolutely adore my e-reader, whom I've named Ruby. So many books at the touch of a button! I love to hear from readers so I've made it really easy to find me on Facebook or Twitter or email me at: beth@bethdcarter.com.

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Tuesday, June 24, 2025

Read Fake it 'til You Make Out by Isla Olsen #MMRomance #RomCom #FakeBoyfriends #Free

  


Fake It 'Til You Make Out

Love & Luck Series Book 1

Key Words: 

MM Romance, Rom-Com, HEA, Best Friends, Fake Boyfriends, Bi-Awakening

Synopsis:

Heath
It’s a classic story: Boy meets girl, girl breaks boy’s heart, boy pretends to be gay to get back at girl, girl outs boy to everyone on Facebook…
Okay, maybe it’s not that classic. But it’s what happened to me.
When I bump into my cheating ex and catch sight of the moon-sized rock on her finger, there’s only one option to save face: pretend to be dating my gay best friend, Declan.
And when she outs me on Facebook and everyone I know sees it, there’s still only one option: keep pretending to be dating Declan.
And when Declan and I have to kiss to keep up the ruse and it turns out there’s actually a spark between us (more like a blazing inferno, if truth be told) there’s once again only one option…
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Who am I?

Isla is a cocktail-loving, history-obsessed Aussie who writes low-angst, high-heat queer romantic comedy.

She is best known for the Love & Luck series and P.S. I Loathe You.

Some of Isla's favorite tropes include: Friends to lovers, queer-awakening, age gap, enemies to lovers, best friend's/sibling's ex, secret fling...and many more!

Fun Facts about Isla:
If she had a time machine she'd go to London on July 13, 1985, to see Live Aid.
She's travelled to 44 different countries 
If she could re-live any year of her life it would be 2000
Her all-time favourite books are Cassandra Clare's Shadowhunters world
Her all-time favorite movie is Gladiator
Her all-time favorite TV show is Friends
Her all-time favorite song is "Live Forever" by Oasis, and she has the title tattooed on her forearm
The five people she'd invite to a dinner party are Neil Patrick Harris, JFK, Courtney Act, Miranda Hart, and Freddie Mercury

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Sunday, June 22, 2025

Celebrate the Summer Solstice with a Hot Shape Shifting Unicorn

This was an important day in ancient times. The Neolithic tribes and later the Bronze Age and Iron Age Celts lived off the land, so the sun's heat and light were vital to survival. The Neolithic British built monuments, such as Stonehenge, that framed the rising or setting of the Sun on the solstices. Most people call the longest day of the year the Summer Solstice, some call it Litha, and Swedes call it Midsommer. I recently moved to a town called Round Rock, Texas where many Swedes settled in the mid-1800s. So, I attended the historical society’s Midsommer festival on June 20th – this year’s Summer Solstice. Here is a picture of the majstång(maypole), sometimes called a MidSommer Pole.

Look closely and you'll see at least one 19th-century Swedish settler and a few Medieval Vikings. 

But back to my own culture, and what I usually write—sci-fi and fantasy romances about—the ancient Celts, who celebrated the sun’s movements on the longest day of the year with Solstice Festivals. The word Solstice comes from the Latin sol, meaning sun, and sisto, which means to stand still. But Alban Hefin, the name the Druids gave to the Celtic Summer Solstice, means the Light of the Shore or Light of Summer. The shore, because it’s where the elements of land, water, and sky meet, which the druids considered a place that’s in-between worlds, and the light of the summer, because that’s when it shines at its broadest. The Druids saw the Summer Solstice as a time to open a path towards light and abundance and banish evil spirits through the light of the sun. They’d pray for a good harvest, as it was halfway through the growing season. Also, as the Summer Solstice was seen as a time of change, nature, and new beginnings, it was associated with fertility. Feasting and dancing took place, and bonfires were lit in celebration. And lovers traditionally clasped hands and leaped over bonfires. Some believed the higher the couple jumped, the higher their crops would grow. The ancient Celts also told and acted out the legend of the Oak King versus the Holly King. On the 21st of June, the Oak King is at his strongest. But his power gradually weakens until the Winter Solstice on December 21, when the Holly King reigns again. In many regions (especially Europe), June 24 marks the midpoint of the growing season, halfway between planting and harvest, and is called Midsummer or Midsommer. People throw festivals for Midsummer where they feast, dance, and sing.

The Unicorn and the Druidess is set in Iron Age Britain during the Summer Solstice


The Unicorn and the Druidess: Dridry and the Beast, Book 4

At Summer Solstice, people aren’t what they seem—they could be…a unicorn…a god…or someone you fall in love with.

Druidess Maelona pursues a unicorn into the woods and returns with a runaway slave boy she takes under her wing. Before she can go back to look for the unicorn, a handsome stranger ignites a fiery attraction within her. But she can tell he’s keeping something from her. She suspects that he may be a Roman spy. God Epon’s blood burns at first sight of the gorgeous Druidess. Goaded by his desire for her he passes through the portal from the otherworld as a unicorn.

He runs into the forest, and she gives chase. There, he shapeshifts into human form so he can get to know her better. Plus, to win her trust, he fights the Romans and saves her tribe.

But will he and Maelona be able to overcome the surmountable odds of a romance —between a mortal and an immortal—as anything more than a summertime tryst? 


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Thursday, June 19, 2025

Comic Relief in Suspense Stories

 


When my muse came up with the proposal for the first book in the Bodyguard series, The Secretary's Bodyguard, we had no idea it would turn into an eight-book series. Why did it happen? First, we created the main characters: the bodyguard Ethan Mahoney, who is as straight, reliable, and brave as a man in this job can be; his wife Jazmin, also known as Princess; and his soulmate, who is a former police officer. Second, we needed a sidekick with less pathos, so we created Ryan Griffith. He’s much younger than Ethan and tough when necessary, but otherwise acts like a kid.A kid with pranks in his mind. Lots of pranks.

We fell in love with the characters because of the dynamic between them and their growing friendship, and we knew we couldn’t stop after one book.

Third came the secondary characters who appear occasionally but are never central to the story. Then, there are characters created for each novel.

One such character is Marcus Kesczynski, whom Ethan describes as Ryan on crystal meth without the charm. Ethan doesn’t trust or like him and certainly wouldn't trust him with his wife's life. This is exactly what happens in A Bodyguard in Bolivia.

Marcus must take Jazmin away from a bombing site, but he gets shot on the way. They make it to a CIA safe house, which is the setting I want to introduce you to.

 

Jazmin came back, and Marcus realized he’d missed her getting out. She maneuvered the SUV expertly along the red-stoned pathway up to a garage made for two. She parked in the center.

“Impressive house.” She turned the key and pulled it out. “Yours?”

Marcus had no breath left to answer and shook his head once before he turned slowly and very carefully opened the door with his left hand. In the meantime, Jazmin had run to close the gate and was back to lend a hand when he put his feet on the concrete. He lifted his head. The garden was in good order, palms and bushes cut back, and the growth of the vines was exactly the way he had described it to the gardener months before. He had invested some money in workers from the local congregation. Some had come for free, and as far as he could tell, had done more than he had asked for. The house windows were clean, the small tables and chairs on the patio freed from dust, and the plants in their pots watered.

“Key?” Jazmin pointed toward the broad, dark wooden door.

He shook his head. “No.” Step by step, they made it toward the canopy-shaded entrance. His vision blurred, and he took a deep breath before flipping the flower pot at the wall to the side. Behind it, he pressed the buttons of the security panel, and the lock snapped back to leave the door open.

“Here we go.” Marcus failed to grin. The door closed behind them, and he hastened to push the buttons on the left wall to switch off the in-house alarm.

He led her through the hall with the white fountain in its center, then to the right to one of the three bathrooms. His legs felt like jelly, and he counted the steps across the threshold and toward the next tile on the floor.

“A nice house.”

“Yeah, neo-classic Bolivian style.” He sat heavily on a white bench with white cushions and leant against the wall to his left. He heard his heart beat in his ears and his shallow breathing. This time, he knew he wouldn’t get a chance to stay conscious. Whatever had hit the back of his head, the stinging pain added to his misery.

“First aid kit? Anything useful?”

Marcus wanted to ask her so many questions. First would be how she could be so composed while being abducted and faced with a stranger who was bleeding on the white furniture in the strictly white-and-gold bathroom while her colleagues were somewhere in the shattered building. But he had no breath for words, merely indicated with a nod where she would find the medical supplies.

“Okay.” She turned around, opened the double mirror doors, and whistled through her teeth.

He wanted to laugh and couldn’t. The pain was killing him, and he was so weary.

“Did you rob a hospital?” She quickly chose what she needed and spread it out on the cupboard in easy reach. “Or have you always been a careful guy? This is nearly the equipment for a surgery room. Hey, no! Don’t you dare faint!”

“Would never…” Marcus heard his voice from afar, but a quick slap on his cheek brought him back to his senses. “Hey, I already feel shitty enough! No need to—”

“I need your help to get you out of the jacket.” She was already opening buttons to pull his right arm out of the sleeve and did the same with the holster. Both pieces fell to the ground, and he realized he couldn’t feel his right arm anymore. “I have to cut off your shirt and… This looks awful. The bullet grazed you and left a rough laceration. It’s quite deep and—”

“Oh, great. An injury of academic value.” He failed to whistle. “Isn’t that awesome?”

“You’re in shock.” She used scissors to cut the shirt and pull it away. “I’ll do this as fast as I can. Stay with me, okay?”

Marcus groaned. He was cold and miserable, and his right shoulder down to his arm was a screaming mass of agony the moment he made a move. “Saved by the beautiful assistant. What a lucky bastard I am!”

“Are you a bastard?”

“I’m the proverbial bastard like those in the movies.” He looked up at her, and his voice was raspy. “I did some shitty being-hated-for-all-my-life things that are…no, I can’t tell. I won’t tell. So don’t ask.”

“I don’t ask.” She put away the scissors.

Marcus opened his eyes wide. “You don’t? What kind of woman are you?”

“The one stanching the bleeding so you keep some blood in your bastard body.” Jazmin reached for the syringe.

“Morphine?” His eyes widened when she nodded. “No. No morphine! I’m allergic.”

“Really? That’s rare. Or were you addicted once?”

He stared at her, trying and failing to curb his anger. “What are you? A fucking mind reader?”

“What are you? Some ungrateful asshole?” Jazmin kept him down when he tried to push her hand away. “Don’t move.” She put the syringe back, huffing. “If you don’t want relief from the pain, you need to bite on something before I start.”

“Now you’re a doctor, too?”

“If you don’t want to go to a hospital, I’m all you have at the moment. So quit swearing.” She handed him a washcloth. “Bite.”

“I’ve heard that said nicer.”

Jazmin looked at him as if trying to spear him with a spoon. A very blunt spoon. Marcus knew he should keep his mouth shut.

“This comes closer and closer to some BDSM movies I watched.”

“Make fun as much as you like. But the pain’s gonna be insane.” She raised her brows. “You sure you want it that way?”

Marcus wanted to sit with her at a beach and slurp martinis. “The ungrateful asshole doesn’t deserve better.”

“The asshole is also dumb as cattle.”

He wanted to see compassion in her eyes, but the moment was over and she was back to professional mode. She reached for gauze and tweezers. “I said bite.”

Marcus pressed the washcloth between his teeth and braced for the shocking revelation of how much pain his nerves could tolerate before his body shut off and called it a day. The freaky part of his mind wanted to know if Jazmin was smiling—at least to herself—about his jokes.

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Wednesday, June 18, 2025

Release Day!

Mr Lover is out in the wilds tomorrow! Which totally goes with the theme of the book. It's wild! It's Hot! It's explicit! So if you like that kind of story, grab your pre-order copy today. It's in KU too.

It's the lead in to the next book also set in the Black Phantom - Obsession - which comes out July 23. Available for preorder now. 


Invited to her friend’s upscale sex club for a pole-dance workshop, Karen never expected a girls’ night out to turn her world upside down. She’s astonished by the sensual adventures going on around her. Still wearing her day-job clothes and self-conscious about not fitting in among the various states of undress, she finds solace in a darkened corner.
Rob came to unwind after a tough day on the trading floor. He had no plans to join in, just to chill and watch from the sidelines, but when he sees the buttoned-up to there beauty, he’s intrigued and can’t get her out of his head. Her hesitancy and discomfort strike a chord in him. The urge to take her under his wing is powerful, and he’s determined to get an introduction.
Karen and Rob embark on a captivating whirlwind of seduction and surrender that neither of them saw coming. Sexual tension between them awakens, burning hotter than anything they’ve ever known.


Coming July 23 - Obsession. Book two in the series.


Ellie Taylor lives her erotic dreams by masquerading herself as Ariana and visiting the Black Phantom. In this club where anything goes, she plans to perform onstage before an audience, building her sexual excitement to a fever pitch before selecting her man. 

But Ariana is distracted by a tall, blond masked maitre-d. He captivates her and all thoughts of performing vanish. He's every bit as domineering as Ariana and tests her sexual limit. 

Their true identities concealed, they set out to use each other for pleasure--no risk of entanglement or commitment...but that may prove easier said than done.

Content Warning: Explicit sex/language, domination, light bondage and kink.


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