Ruled
Hard Riders MC #1
By Anne Marsh
Releasing February 1st, 2018
Harlequin Dare
The Rebel vs. The Princess
Complete opposites who share the same burning passion!
Jaxon Brady of the Hard Riders MC has sworn
to protect Evie Kent from a rival gang. His hard muscles and black leather
motorcycle boots are a sharp contrast to the girlie dresses Evie wears for her
successful party-planning business. Their instant attraction is magnetic, and
their lust keeps them glued to each other’s side…but is it a dangerous
distraction?
Copyright
© 2018 Ruled by Anne Marsh
I have to be more cautious. From the rising volume of
the squeals emanating from the backyard, cake consumption has concluded and the
party will be wrapping up as the sugar highs hit, the early departers fleeing
past my RV parked out front. Spotting the princess in an R-rated embrace with a
biker would be bad for my business. You can’t be a dirty girl and host
children’s birthday parties for a living. The moms will kill you. Fortunately,
the moms aren’t mind readers. I’m only a party-perfect princess on the outside.
Riding anywhere with Rev would be career suicide.
My bad voice promptly weighs in. But only if you get
caught.
“I don’t do bikers.”
Something flashes across Rev’s face. “You don’t get
hurt on my watch. I promise.”
“You’re not an ax murderer?”
He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wallet
attached to his belt by a silver chain. Silently, he flips it open and holds it
out so I can read his driver’s license. There’s a military ID underneath it,
too, the kind of card that gets you into Nellis Air Force Base.
“Your name isn’t Rev.” According to the State of
Nevada’s laminated plastic, he’s one Jaxon Brady.
“Road name,” he says tersely.
I examine the license again. He’s also turning
thirty-three in four weeks. I bet he won’t be booking a celebratory princess
party.
“Wow.” I hand back his wallet. “Former navy?”
He nods, as if it’s no big deal. “SEAL. You’d be safe
with me.”
He’s not big on talking. Or negotiating, asking, or
sweet-talking. I’ve always trusted my instincts, though, and right now they’re
on board with Rev Brady. Completely, totally, 100 percent in favor of getting
on this man’s bike and riding off with him. Somewhere. Wherever he wants to go.
He’s big and strong and tempting. He’s fought for our country and kept everyone
safe.
How bad can he be?
The little voice in my head pipes right up. How bad do
you want him to be?
That voice needs a gag.
“Think about it,” he says and then he turns and
saunters toward his bike. I stand there, watching his ass the whole way, and
wondering why I don’t mind his attitude. He’s scary as shit. He’s not Mr. White
Picket Fence and he’s not promising happily ever after, but the man has a
fantastic butt and I’m lonely. That’s all it is. I need to get out more, need
to make a point of seeing someone.
Someone else.
Anyone else. There are absolutely, positively no
bikers anywhere in my future.
A Week to Be Wild
By JC Harroway
Releasing February 1st, 2018
Harlequin Dare
A daring game of temptation
She’ll play his game—but only by her rules!
Alex Lancaster is an adrenaline junkie. He’s
also a sexy British billionaire who should come with his own warning signs.
When Libby insists she’s done with men who live on the edge, Alex coaxes her
out of her comfort zone—professionally and very, very personally.
Libby’s taking a high-stakes gamble, but the payoff could win her everything…
Copyright
© 2018 A Week to Be Wild by JC Harroway
The man occupying her thoughts swept up beside her on
a cloud of freshly showered deliciousness, his hand taking a proprietorial hold
of the back of her barstool and his smoky, heavy-lidded smile stripping her
naked.
Alex.
‘Hi.’ Libby closed her slack-jawed mouth and swivelled
to face him, turning her back on the stranger, never one to pass up a golden
opportunity. She hated rudeness, but if Beer Breath was too stubborn or
thick-skulled to take the hint...
Alex kept his stare on her, his smile genuine and warm
enough to melt her underwear clean off, and then signalled the waiter with a
flick of his wrist.
Libby sensed the moment when Beer Breath slinked away,
and the hairs on the back of her neck settled—but only temporarily, because
Alex hadn’t taken his eyes off her. In fact, he was looking at her as if he was
seconds from devouring her whole.
She shivered, delicious tendrils snaking to all her
erogenous zones. ‘What are you doing here?’ Libby took a slug of her previously
untouched drink, the burn calming her enough to meet his bold stare with one of
her own.
‘I came to invite you out for a late supper. I was on
my way to Reception and then I spotted you here.’ His hand slid from the back
of her stool, and he settled into the one next to her, passing his order to the
waiter before returning his disconcerting focus to her.
She stared back, lost for words and missing the
proximity of his hand on her chair. He was close enough that his warmth
traversed the space between them, but far enough away that she battled her
body’s urge to sway closer. And keep on swaying.
‘What?’ One corner of his mouth kicked up. ‘What kind
of host would I be if I left you to fend for yourself on your first night in a
strange city?’
She couldn’t help the snort that left her. ‘The
non-stalker kind...?’
He took the jibe with a cocksure arch of one brow,
sipping wine while his poised stare flicked over her face from feature to
feature.
Libby flushed hot all over. The ‘stalker’ comment had
been beneath her. He hadn’t once touched her, hadn’t bought her drink, hadn’t
tried to grab her phone, hadn’t even chased away her unwanted admirer—he had
simply given her the out she’d wanted. The rest was all her.
What was wrong with her? Rudeness to a generous host
and influential employer? All because he’d awoken needs within her? Needs too
long dormant. Needs she’d never had before. Needs threatening to overwhelm her
in their intensity.
Hardly his fault.
Legal Seduction
Legal Lovers #1
By Lisa Childs
Releasing February 1st, 2018
Harlequin Dare
“You are mine for the next two weeks.”
Resigning might be the sexiest thing she’s ever done…
Quitting her job puts executive assistant Bette
Monroe in a very compromising position. She has ten days left, and powerhouse
lawyer Simon Kramer is working her late into the night…and seducing her into
oblivion! While he’s convinced she’s selling business secrets, the bombshell
secret she’s keeping would shock him more. Does she bare all…or keep him
guessing?
