Another romance for the over 40. Can one sexy silver fox face the woman he once left behind but never let go?
A widow at forty-four, her husband left her a letter.
Once upon a time, the three of them had been best friends.
Mati Rath isn’t sure she should look back.
Her heart isn’t ready, or so she thinks.
A pleading phone call forces him to make a decision.
I’ll be there.
Yet, he hasn’t been home in twenty-seven years.
Denton Chance isn’t sure he should return.
The past still haunts his heart.
A desire that never left them, along with circumstances beyond their control, brings the past to the present.
Can one sexy silver fox face the woman he once left behind but never let go?
Sometimes love deserves a second chance.
About L.B. Dunbar
L.B. Dunbar has been accused of having an over-active imagination. To her benefit, this imagination has created over twenty novels, including the creation of a small-town world (Sensations Collection), rock star mayhem (Legendary Rock Star series), MMA chaos (Paradise Stories), rom-com for the over forty (The Sex Education of M.E.), and a suspenseful island for redemption (The Island Duet). Her alter ego, elda lore, creates magical romance through mythological retellings (Modern Descendants). Her life revolves around a deep love of reading about fairy tales, medieval knights, regency debauchery, and strong alpha males. She loves a deep belly laugh, a strong hug, and an occasional margarita. Her other loves include being mother to four grown children and wife to the one and only.
COVER REVEAL Title: The Vendetti Empire: Capo Dei Capi – Ruthless Matteo Vendetti Author: Sapphire Knight Genre: Romantic Suspense Cover Design: CT Cover Creations Release Date: December 17, 2018
They’re the Vendetti crime familia, the most powerful mafia name in New York…
Matteo Vendetti is a man who gets what he wants. As heir to the Vendetti Empire and the capo dei capi’s throne, he’s only required to do one thing. He must get married to prove that he’s matured and is stable enough to take over. The stipulation doesn’t sound like much of a challenge until he realizes who his betrothed is. Violet’s the Bottaro Princessa, not just a random woman he met by chance in another country.
She’s young—too young by his standards.
She’s headstrong—a problem for a dominant man like Matteo.
She’s desirable—the biggest issue of all.
Before long, Matteo’s questioning himself, wondering if Violet’s really such a burden, or if just maybe, he’s falling in love with something other than the Empire.
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EARLY REVIEW “WOW! Matteo and his brothers are HOT! By the time you finish The Vendetti Empire you’re not going to know which one you love the most. I’ll happily take them all!” – Victoria Ashley, New York Times Bestselling AuthorEXCERPT“How does one truly prepare to marry a man she doesn’t know?” My eyebrow quirks and I can see fire light his irises. He’s used to submissive women, I suppose, but what else can be expected living most of your life as the Capo dei tutti of New York—essentially the Americanized Italian Mafia King.
“Ah, carina, but you are in luck as your future husband is my Matteo. Women line up just to spend a night in his bed.”
A snort escapes and my mother practically hisses at my outburst. “That’s what I was afraid of.” I flick my gaze to the man next to me but his face is a blank slate. It’s going to be interesting learning how to read this guy.
The Vendetti Familia
Romano and Liliana Vendetti – Parents
Matteo ‘Ruthless’ Vendetti (33) – 1st and Capo dei capi, head of the familia
Salvatore Vendetti (30) – 2nd
Valentino Vendetti (27) – 3rd
Dante Vendetti (24) – 4th
Luciano Vendetti (21) – 5th
Santino Vendetti (18) – 6th
Cristiano Vendetti (16) – 7th
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Sunny’s outlook on the holidays isn’t so merry, but when she gets roped into playing Mrs. Claus for the local hospital, she discovers Christmas miracles aren’t just reserved for the children.
Note:This is a standalone short story with plenty of heat to chase away that winter chill, an HEA, and NO cliffhangers!
How did I get talked into this? Looking back, I know exactly where things went sideways. I should have skipped that last mimosa.
It started with Roberta’s retirement party. She wasn’t exactly the likable sort—kind of stodgy, rigid. But she was also like everyone’s grandmother, which is why everyone tolerated her. That and she made an amazing pineapple upside-down cake that made everyone look forward to the monthly potluck.
I would miss those cakes, but Roberta was eloping with some Polynesian guy she’d met in one of those outdoor yoga sessions, and apparently, it was love at first downward dog.
Seventy-year-old Roberta found love, and here I am, thirty-four, single as a Pringle, and not a prospect in sight. Hence the drinking. And also why I’m standing here in front of the storage closet while Travis rummages through dusty old boxes to find the Santa outfit I somehow got roped into wearing.
I am severely displeased.
The first thing I did when I arrived at the office this morning while nursing a hangover was tried to get out of it. Travis wouldn’t hear of it. Apparently, every year they get some poor schmuck to agree to dress up and play Santa to the kids down at the children’s hospital, and it usually falls to the newest member of the team.
Since I was hired in just after the New Year, that poor, unsuspecting fool happens to be me.
Plus, I’m the only one, supposedly, who doesn’t have out-of-town plans. I’m “it” by default on more than one level.
I snap to attention as Travis climbs over boxes on his way over to me, holding a mass of red fabric over his head like a trophy.
I groan, depressed at the thought of having to put that thing on. I can already smell the mothballs. “Just what I need to make it look like I put on an extra fifty pounds instead of ten.” It’s a holiday tradition, eating cookies and fudge and pies. My sweet tooth cannot be denied, so every year I pack on a little extra insulation to get me through the cold winter months.
Travis gives me a flirty smile and wink as he hands over what I now realize is a lot less red than I’d originally thought. “You’ll look anything but fat in this, trust me.”
The way he said that makes me completely distrustful of him. Narrowing my eyes, I reluctantly accept the offering, shaking it out as I say suspiciously, “What is that supposed to me—oh…”
This is not the Santa suit I’d expected. It’s…well… “I think you went to the wrong costume shop, little buddy,” I say sarcastically because this has to be a joke. “I think you need to go back in there and find the rest of it.”
Travis’s smile is positively wicked now. “That is the rest of it.”
My eyes widen, and I look at it again. “Where did you find this thing, Strippers R Us? I can’t wear this!”
Like the asshole big-brother-type that he is, Travis playfully pokes the end of my nose. “You sure can, hon, and you’ll do it with a smile on your face and merry little laugh, too.” Closing up the closet, he locks it back up and brushes by me. “Make sure you dry-clean that thing before you put it on. It’s been around the block a few times.”
His mockingly jolly laugh makes me want to sprint after him, tackle him to the floor and jab my elbow into his ribs a few times. But as much as we were all family, office violence was just as frowned upon by human resources as workplace romances.
I’d just have to find my revenge another way. Until I did, it looked as though I was cursed to play Mrs. Santa.
ABOUT J.C. VALENTINE
J.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Trilogy. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry.
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“Chloe,” I sighed, feeling my control snap. “I want to take my time with you. I want to appreciate every inch of you.” I brought my hand up to the back of her neck, loving the feel of her skin underneath my fingertips. “I want you,” I said holding her gaze. “All of you.”
She closed her eyes momentarily, as I tenderly caressed her skin. “We have all night, Jack.” Her voice was quiet, almost pained. “And I want to remember everything about tonight in case it’s the only one we have.” She blinked up at me, her eyes blazed with heat. “Give me something to remember.”
S. Jones lives in Upstate, N.Y. with her husband, her two teenage children, and her adorable golden retriever Marley. She is a wine lover, coffee drinker, domestic chef, housekeeper, chauffeur, dog walker, and world traveler…Oh, and she is also a hopeless romantic! When she’s not doing laundry, mowing her lawn or taking care of her family, you can usually find her on the computer planning out her next vacation, having a drink with her friends or reading a nice juicy book.
Genre: Romantic Suspense Cover Design: CT Cover Creations Photo: Wander Aguiar Photography Model: Gabe Laduke Release Date: December 31, 2018
Once a Widow
Maker but now an Oath Keeper, I’ve made this club my life. It’s taken
years to earn my cut and the respect of my MC brothers. I’m
the youngest in club history to ever wear this patch—the newest Vice
President joining in the ranks under one of the most notorious bikers
alive. As the President, my blood brother has set the standard for loyalty
and violence far out of my reach. However, the mighty must fall at some
point, no matter how resilient they may seem. When shit hits the fan, it’s
up to me to keep the club going strong. Cherry may be a newfound obstacle
that I never saw coming, but it doesn’t matter. She can’t matter, at least not
a club whore after all…and whores are never claimed, especially not by the
He will allow his hatred to fuel their fire,
When the only thing she can do is transform and relish the lick of his flame.
All he needs is one bullet, one shallow grave, and one. Final. Goodbye.
But something keeps stopping him from pulling the trigger.
And that something …
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He rakes his eyes down my body. My white blouse feels thin under his heated gaze. I shift in my shoes when he lingers on my hips.
“You’ve missed me,” he says.
“I haven’t,’’ I lie.
“If I touched your pussy, what would I feel?” he asks.
“That’s one question you won’t be answering tonight.”
“I want to touch you.” He dips his head and kisses my cheek. His hand grips my hip.
“You’ll feel better when I’ve made you come,” he whispers against my cheek.
He moves so fast that my ass is up on the edge of the sink before I can protest.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. His finger trails up my leg and stops at my knee. Blood rushes in my ears, heat pools between my thighs.
“Of course not,” I breathe.
His fingers slip under the hem of my shorts and I grab his fingers.
“But I’m going to ask you to anyway.” His eyes fly up to mine in surprise, but there’s no anger there. In fact, I think what I see is respect.
“Why?” he asks and stands back up.
If it could speak, my vagina would be cursing me out.
“Because what I want isn’t what I need, Hayes.”
“Why are they mutually exclusive?”
“I don’t want to just be your partner in bed,” I admit.
“Oh, Tesoro,” he sighs and drags his nose across my temple before he moves us back to facing each other. He cups my face in his hands and presses a soft kiss to my lips before he pulls back.
“There’s not a pussy in this world I’d fall on my knees for. Not even yours,” he says, the fierce love and tenderness in his eyes stealing my breath.
His eyes never leaving mine, he continues. “But for this, Tesoro…” His palms cover the space between my breasts and my heart kicks against the wall of my chest, desperate to find its way into the hand of the man it loves.
“For the love of the most brilliant woman I’ve ever met.” He kisses me again. “I would spend the rest of my life on my fucking knees.”
And then, my big, strong, beautiful man brings my entire world to a halt. He drops to his knees in front of me. On the floor of the public restroom.
“Hayes, get up.” I tug his arm. “Please.”
He grips my hips and presses his face in between my legs and inhales.
“Goddamn.” His groan vibrates against me and moisture blooms beneath his mouth and nose. “I love the way your pussy smells. I fucking miss the way it tastes. I’m dying to feel it gripping my cock.” He rubs his nose against my clit and pleasure skitters, like the kiss of butterfly wings, all over my body.
I thread my fingers into his thick, silky hair just as he leans away and stares up at me with that same fierceness.
But now, it’s laced with need.
He has the look of a predator, and I wish he would hurry up and catch me.
“I want to plant my flag there so that everyone knows it’s mine. But, it’s not even in the top five of my favorite things about you, Confidence. And it’s certainly not the only thing I want.” He looks up at me through his honest, smart eyes, and the rest of the world falls away.
“Oh, Hayes …” I trace the line of his strong brows and sweep down the slope of his nose.
“I want your fire. I want your courage; I want your loyalty. I want your anger, your disdain, your disappointment.” I brush a lock of hair off his forehead. “I want your smiles; I want your laughter. I want you fighting for my team. And yes, I want your pussy. Every day.” He squeezes my hips, and I want to give him everything he’s just asked me for.
“I can’t.” I shake my head, caught between my fear and my love and feeling like neither one of them are serving me well right now.
“You won’t,” he chides me gently, but with real reproach in his voice. “But I understand.” He cuts off my protest. “You want to protect yourself. But you can’t. Not from me. Not from us. It’s all or nothing. And as long as we’re alive, it will never be nothing.”
“Hayes, don’t …” I pull back slightly and shake my head. I don’t know what to say.
“I know,” he says with real regret in his eyes. “I fucked up. But, I am not that asshole who treated you like you were nothing. I’m not ashamed of anything except that something I did made you feel like you were less than the miraculous person I know I’ll never deserve,” he says.
My hand comes to my chest and my fingers clutch the front of my blouse. “Oh, Hayes,” is all I can manage.
“But, I need you to understand—” His eyes go from pleading to demanding in a blink.
“That you thought I was hiding something?” I interject.
“No,” he says sharply. “That I’m responsible for my entire family. Not just the ones that are alive right now. But the ones who will be alive in a hundred years. I just had to keep the estate intact because I lost sight of that once and married someone who I barely knew.”
“Well, I’m not her,” I remind him.
“I know that … and I knew it in Italy, too. By the time the report came, I didn’t care what it said.”
“Why not?” I ask.
“I already knew everything that I needed to about you. You’re the woman who leans in when most people lean away,” he says. I want so badly to throw my arms around his neck and tell him it’s okay. That I see him, and that I’ll always lean in.
“I’m going to show you why us. How us. I’m asking for a lot. Your future. Your love. Your loyalty. Your body. Your children. Your life,” he says. “But I’m offering you the same things in return.”
About Dylan Allen
Dylan Allen is a Texas girl with a serious case of wanderlust.
A self-proclaimed happily ever junkie, she loves creating stories where her characters chase their own happy endings.
When she isn’t writing or reading, eating or cooking, she and her family are planning their next adventure.
She nearly ruined him. Now she needs him to save her.
It was supposed to be a simple protection job.
Or, at least, that’s what Gavino Calvetti thinks until it’s too late.
But he soon finds out this job is far from normal.
It’s quite suicidal, in fact.
The little “Sky” he is in charge of protecting is the same one he’d soon rather see dead.
She nearly ruined him.
Nearly ripped him away from his familia.
She cost him dozens of scars,
Years of regret,
And an underlining hatred for anything related to her.
His brothers always hint about his scarred flesh,
But they never understand the reason he keeps his lips sealed.
Now she needs him to save her life,
But the question still remains …
Which man should she be afraid of?
The man she’s running from,
Or the man she’s racing toward?