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27 January 2016

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If the January chill has you huddled up inside keep yourself warm with two hot new Embrace romances. Whether you're craving the heart and humor of Cindi Madsen's Anatomy of a Player or you need a good dose of 'all the feels' with Hallowed Ground by Rebecca Yarros, we think we've got the read for you.

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ONE TRUE LOVES by Taylor Jenkins Reid

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26 January 2016

❤❤NEW RELEASE CHOICES BY MICHELLE LYNN ❤❤

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TITLE: CHOICES
AUTHOR: MICHELLE LYNN
RELEASE DATE JANUARY 25TH





Everyone makes lots of little decisions from the moment they wake up until they sink back into sleep at night. Decisions that have no consequences or expectations. But, what about the rare choices that could change everything? How do you know what is right for you?
Happiness is something you have to choose again and again, each day.
Michaela Matthews wants that more than anything. Standing in her way is a family pushing her down a specific path and the man she loves preventing her from choosing anything different. When she moves to the city for the next step in her parent’s plan, she starts to figure out what she wants - or more importantly, what she doesn’t want. She thinks she has to leave her old life behind to discover a new one. This throws every choice she has made into question. It isn’t until tragedy strikes that she learns that sometimes there is no choice at all. Sometimes you can have it all.
Jason Marks has had the kind of life where things have seemed to just happen to him, no choice involved at all. It’s a struggle for him to keep the past at bay while he tries to move forward. He is no longer the unwanted foster kid. He is a business owner, surrounded by people that love him. But, he isn’t in love. He’s not even sure he believes in it. Not anymore. At least, not until a heartbroken girl falls apart in his arms. It’s enough to make him a believer. Make him a dreamer. Enough to force him to answer that question. Do you give all of yourself to someone who might not choose you in return?
Yes. Yes, you do.  





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Michelle Lynn is an author living in Venice, Florida. This is her first foray into romance and she is loving it. It is much different than the world of dystopian writing that she had been in before. She has published three other novels, all part of the Dawn of Rebellion trilogy. 
When she's not lost in worlds of her own making, Michelle is reading, watching hockey, or doting on her niece.


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CONSUMED BY THE DARE
CASEY HAGEN
RELEASE JANUARY 26TH




London Abbott, head librarian of the Bronx Public Library, is determined to turn a reading initiative into a raving success, solidifying the career and financial security she craves. Adding the burden of a tag-along playboy trying to improve his tarnished image is a stressor London doesn’t need, but when a trusted friend calls in a favor, she’s saddled with bad-boy football star Ryker Christiansen.

Ryker never imagined his lucrative contract with the Miami Thunder would ever be at risk, but after too many nights of partying he’s told to repair his tattered reputation or be terminated. Sent to New York to preen for the media and show his altruistic side by working with children and seniors, he’s committed to sitting in a Bookmobile with antsy kids, ornery seniors, and taking orders from a snotty librarian.

Unsympathetic, London tests Ryker’s mettle without mercy. He earns her respect by meeting every challenge she creates, proving he’s more than just one more overindulged athlete. But there is one more prize he’s determined to win, so he dares London to step out of her carefully constructed world for a walk with him on the wild side.

London expects to bring Ryker down a notch or two, but as their slow-burning heat erupts into sexual flames, the intensity of the fire threatens to either destroy their hearts or forge them together. Discovering which comes with a price. Will they emerge stronger? Or are they destined to be…Consumed by the Dare.









She led them to a bright yellow rec room with several sitting areas and three large screen televisions, all with closed captions turned on. A group of ladies wearing a colorful variety of track suits sat at a large table in front of the far wall made up of large windows. They held cards in their hands and in the middle of the table were…well, he didn’t know what, but those weren’t poker chips, real money, or pretzel sticks.
“They’re all yours. Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” Diane said before heading back the way she’d brought them in.
Ryker shrugged. “They look perfectly harmless to me.”
“Harmless they are not.”
Just as she finished her statement, he spotted a group of men in the corner. One was in a wheelchair, another with a cane, and the third so stooped he looked to be almost bent in half. Then the stooped man grabbed at the prosthetic leg of the man with the cane and ran with it when it pulled free.
“Ha…do your worst now, Cliff!” he yelled, waving the leg in the air like a club.
“Bring that back here, you son of a—”
“Hey, none of that, you old farts, there’s a young lady present!” This came from the lady in the red track suit, who had since stood and worked her way toward them.
“London! So good to see you dear!” one of the ladies at the table called out.
“You too, Miss Gertie. You look radiant today!”
Red track suit stopped before Ryker and gave him an assessing look. “Well, aren’t you a handsome specimen!”
She then turned to London and enveloped her in a suffocating hug. “Good to see you, honey. Did you bring them?”
London pulled back and straightened her shirt. “I sure did, Miss Maggie.”
“You’re such a dear heart! Thank you! I swear if I had to spend one more afternoon whipping ass at poker, I was going to lose what’s left of my addled mind. How much hemorrhoid cream can one person win before it’s enough already?”
“Well, I don’t know,” London said.
“86!” She pointed a wrinkled finger right in Ryker’s face. “The answer is 86 damn tubes of hemorrhoid cream. I don’t even need the stuff. Now, Cliff, that old shit, needs all the hemorrhoid cream he can get. He’ll need even more if Warren doesn’t give him his damn leg back.” She turned to Cliff. “You hear that, Cliff? I’ve got just what you need. Five bucks a tube!”
Ryker leaned to whisper into London’s ear, “Holy shit.”
She grinned, her eyes gleaming with mischief. “Still think you’ve got this, Ryker?”
She introduced him to “The Crew,” as they were called; eleven in all. Seven women and four men. The poor men. Lou stepped in with a look and, just like that, Warren returned Cliff’s leg.
Lou commanded the crew. An old mafia boss-looking type with a cool stare and deep crevices on his face that testified to a lifetime of struggles. Ryker imagined he was of the same ilk as the man sweeping his stoop from the day before. He’d probably worked harder in one year than Ryker’s own father had in his whole life.
Maggie, the mouthpiece of the ladies and hoarder of the hemorrhoid cream, took great pleasure in introducing her partners in crime.
“Would you be so kind and pull down Connect Four for us?” Miss Gertie smiled; the kind of smile that made him think of grandmas who baked fresh cookies and filled their grandkids’ bellies with hot chocolate. He’d always wanted a grandmother like that.
Just as he pulled the box out from under the stack, he jumped.
“Holy hell!” he said as he looked over at London. “Was that what I think it was?”
“Well, shit, honey, if you aren’t clear on what that was, I didn’t do it right. Come here!” Miss Gertie said.
He jumped back before the not-so-sweet grandma of the group could get another go at his ass. Jesus.
Maggie gathered the small tubes and stuffed them in her purse. “Where did you find this one, London?”
“His services were offered by my friend, Meg. You remember her, right?”
“Teacher, right? A little light in the boob department, but a comely girl, that one.”
Ryker didn’t miss how London glanced down at her own chest and crossed her arms.
“Yes, that’s her. She’s friends with Olivia Dare Rhodes, the executive director for the Miami Thunder football team. Ryker Christiansen is their best tight-end.”
“I can vouch for that!” Miss Gertie called out.
“Gertie, give the poor guy a break. Clearly, he’s not used to fast women,” Maggie said.
London snorted at that.
“London,” Ryker warned.
“I didn’t say a word.”
“Is it time to pick books yet?” he asked.
“Soon, Ryker.”
By soon she meant another two hours. Two freaking hours of poker with the ladies. This time with Efferdent. Ryker left the facility with two pockets full of the tablets. 






Casey Hagen is a debut contemporary romance author releasing her first book, Falling in Fiji, in October. She writes her stories from the dense, green wilderness of the Delaware National Forest, Middle of Nowhere, Pennsylvania. She’s a born and raised Vermont native with Ben & Jerry’s in her heart and real Vermont maple syrup pumping through her veins.

Over the years, Casey has dabbled in a wide variety of professions. She worked in the States Attorney’s office, created beautiful works of art as a florist, slaved to the public in retail, taught preschool (and potty trained eleven two-year-olds at the same time), and finally, she owned and operated her own residential cleaning business for over a decade. She is also the new Vice President of the Penn Jersey Women Writers Guild.

Casey is the proud mother of three girls, two of which are successful college students…yay! She resides with her youngest daughter, husband, and two cats. Her days are spent in her new office that she proudly admits they would need dynamite to blast her out of! When she’s not working she can be found chasing after her youngest with a camera (much to her youngest daughter’s embarrassment) or on the golf course with her real life hero!


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TITLE: TURNING PAYNE
AUTHOR: CHANTEL SEABROOK
RELEASE DATE: JANUARY 26TH

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Agent Turner Payne, lion shifter, has dedicated his career to bringing down the man responsible for the deaths of hundreds of metamorphs. His world is turned upside-down when he crosses paths with his mortal enemy’s daughter, Riley, and she becomes the victim of her own father's latest experiment. Riley has to decide whom she can trust—if anyone, and Turner must go against Therian law to protect her. But at what cost?

Content Warning: Intended for mature audiences.

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Turner's heart beat wildly, and a trickle of sweat rolled down the side of his face as he stared at the woman's profile. She didn't move or react to the fact that he'd almost tracked black tire prints over her sexy baby blue pajama shorts.          
He slammed the car door. "What the hell are you doing? I could have killed you."
Her shoulders flinched, but she didn't turn around.
"Did you hear me? I almost killed you. What the hell are you doing standing in the middle of the road?"
Her dark green eyes barely wavered over him as he came to stand in front of her.
He stopped short as recognition swept over him. Bloody hell, of all the people to almost run over, it had to be Richard Boyd's oldest daughter, Riley.
If the agency found out he'd rented an apartment two blocks from her house, he would be in deep shit. He was already on probation after what happened with Boyd. One more strike and he would get more than a slap on the wrist. He was breaking protocol just talking to her, but it wasn't his fault that she had a death wish.
Her chin trembled and her eyes glistened with unshed tears. God, she was gorgeous. His gaze lingered on the full curves of her breasts before travelling to the full bottom lip that begged to be nipped and sucked.
His cock twitched at the thought.
Yeah, that's what he needed, a hard-on for the daughter of his mortal enemy. A man whose death he was somewhat responsible for.
Fucking perfect.   
Her breathing was rapid and shallow. She was in shock. Either that or she'd inherited her father's unhinged mind. The latter thought sent a chill down Turner's spine.
"You want to tell me why you're standing out in the middle of the road in your pajamas?"
She blinked slowly, then turned her attention back to the red brick bungalow. "My-my sis-sister."
He laid a hand on her bare shoulder. She was ice cold. "What about your sister?"
She placed her palms over her eyes and shook her head. "Oh God, I'm losing my mind."
Was crazy genetic? It wouldn't help to agree with her, but knowing who her father was, her words held a high probability. Still, he couldn't leave her like this.
He gripped her elbow. "Let's get you back inside."
She jerked her arm away, eyes rounding in fear and took an unsteady step backwards. "I can't go back in there."
He scrubbed his hands over his face. "Is there someone you want me to call?"
A hysterical laugh escaped her lips. "Yeah, Animal Control."
He looked back at the house and inhaled deeply through his nose. Fuck, and double shit. It was faint, but even from thirty feet away he could smell its scent. Why hadn't he noticed it before? Probably because he was having a hard time keeping his eyes diverted from the taut nipples that pressed against the thin fabric of her tank top.         
The day was just getting better and better.
He put his hands up in an effort to look unthreatening, but with his height and build, that was no easy feat. He took a tentative step towards her. "Can you tell me what happened?"
With shaky fingers, she tucked her tussled red hair behind her ears. "You wo-won't be-believe me. I don't know if I believe it myself."
"Try me."
"I heard Kiera's alarm going off." She closed her eyes, and her lips quivered as she spoke. "She never sleeps in. I don't even know why she sets it; she's up at the same time every day."
Turner clenched his teeth and fought for patience. "And then what happened?"
She hugged herself, her eyes dazed as she tried to articulate what she'd seen. "I went to Kiera's room to check on her."
"But she wasn't there?" he asked, already knowing the answer. His questions were only putting off the inevitable, but he needed confirmation. "Was the room empty?"
She flinched at his question.
In that single gesture, his suspicions were confirmed. Shit, he had to call the agency, but how was he going to explain why he was near her house in the first place?
He cursed Richard Boyd under his breath. Figured the asshole would find a way to screw with his life, even beyond the grave.
A little too roughly, he grabbed her upper arm and pulled her towards the SUV. "Get in the car."
"What?" She stared at him, wide-eyed, and tried unsuccessfully to pull free of his grip.
"Get in the car, Riley. I'll deal with it."
She gave him an odd look. "Deal with what? You don't even know what's in there."
He moved quickly, leaning down so he was nose to nose with her. "Then tell me." He kept his voice deliberately low, but she didn't shrink in fear as he expected her to.
"A lion." She pushed at his chest, and he released her. Bordering on hysterical, she threw her hands in the air. "There was a freaking lion on my sister's bed."
That did surprise him.
Of all the victims Turner had analyzed, not one had been of the species panthera leo.
He opened the passenger door and motioned for her to get in. "I'll deal with it."
She gave her head a small shake. "Did you hear me? There's a lion—"
He held out a hand to stop her. An older couple walked by, staring at them. The last thing he needed was to draw more attention. What he needed to do was get the lion contained. Wipe Riley's memory, and somehow get the animal to the agency's underground research lab without being detected—So much for his morning nap.
"You need to trust me."
"Trust you?" Her eyes instantly narrowed and filled with suspicion. "I don't even know you."
His phone vibrated in his back pocket.
Incoming Call, Chase Payne flashed on the screen. If there was anyone in the world he could rely on to help him with this mess, it was his older brother.
He pressed Talk, and brought the phone to his ear. "I need your help."
There was a heavy sigh on the other end of the line. "What did you do now?"
Riley's gaze darted between him and the house. He wasn't sure which she looked more scared of, him or the lion.
He turned his back to her and lowered his voice. "I'm at the Boyd's house. I need you to get your ass over here ASAP."
"Dammit, Turner. If anyone finds out your anywhere near that man's family—"
"Lay off the lecture. Just get over here. We have a—situation." He ended the call before his brother could argue.
Riley chewed on her bottom lip and took a step back when he approached her. "How do you know my name?"
"Let's go inside and I'll explain." He held out his hand and gave her a half-smile.
She shook her head and took another step backwards.
He shrugged and turned.
"Wait," she called out as he stalked towards the house.
The front door was slightly open. The moment he stepped inside, the animal's scent slammed into him.
"You can't just barge into someone's—"
"Sit." He motioned to the sofa in the living room just off the front entrance.
"Look." She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. "I don't need you here. I was probably just sleepwalking. I do that sometimes when I'm really stressed, or overheated—"
She didn't finish the sentence. Her jaw went slack as her gaze focused on something behind him.

He didn't need to turn to know what caused her reaction. "You've got to be fucking kidding me. You didn't think to shut the bedroom door?"



Chantel Seabrook currently resides in London, Ontario, with her husband and two daughters. She is passionate about writing and enjoys reading fantasy, paranormal romance, and science fiction. Chantel has a four-year Anthropology degree from Western University.





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