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DARE’s February Launch Titles!
Off Limits
By Clare Connelly
Releasing February 1st, 2018
Harlequin Dare
“I want to taste you tonight.”
With chemistry this hot, it’s worth getting burned…
Billionaire Jack Grant is totally off-limits
to Gemma Picton. He’s wild, deliciously dangerous…and her boss. When working
late turns X-rated, it’s better than her wildest imaginings—and Gemma’s
imagined a lot! But Jack has major emotional baggage, so when Gemma starts
wanting to heal his heart as well as enjoy his body, she knows she’s in big
trouble…!
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Copyright
© 2018 Off Limits by Clare Connelly
I am holding my breath again. Is that how I’m going to
get over this little hurdle? Suffocate myself? Is that even possible? I’m
pretty sure we have some breathing trigger in our brains, but my brain is a bit
pissy with me so maybe it would conveniently forget about the button.
I push air out consciously, quietly, and he takes his
seat.
‘Anyway…’ I prompt impatiently.
His smile is a clicker. Is he laughing at me? Arrogant arsehole! That’s be just like him. See?
That’s the problem! I know him. I’m
not one of his other women. I know that is he as bastardy as he is sexy.
‘How did you sleep?’
I blink at him, my eyes wide. ‘You’ve already asked me
that.’
‘You didn’t answer.’
I except a sign that speaks of anger. ‘Like I always
do. Seriously, Jack. My desk is covered in paper. I have to get to work.’
‘I’m your
work,’ he says with a shrug.
Insolent bastard.
He leans forward, and while his face is casual there
is an urgency in the flecks of gold that fill his eyes. ‘Did you see him last
night?’
I want to remind him of the salient fact I pointed out
the night before. It’s not his damned business. But I’m not sure I can say that
with such conviction now that I’ve tasted his mouth; now that I’ve been stunned
by his desire.
Can I skirt around his question?
‘You’re my
work? Okay, the thing is I have the New York guys waiting on contracts, you
have a meeting in a week that I have to prepare for and Athens wants your
input-which means my input- on a
lease agreement. And I need to – ‘
‘Quiet.’
God! Don’t hate me, but when he’s bossy I love it. And he’s almost always bossy.
I glare at him across his desk; it’s best if he
doesn’t know that this is just about my favourite version of him.’
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?
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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…
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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?
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Copyright
© 2018 Legal Seduction by Lisa Childs
“So then more money will get you to stay,” he said
dismissively, as if he’d closed a case. He tossed her crumpled-up resignation
letter into the brass trash can sitting beside his desk.
Frustration—and
not just with this conversation—overwhelmed her, overcoming her natural
inclination to avoid confrontation, and she blurted out, “No!”
Working for him these past two years had increased her
frustration because of all those damn fantasies he’d inspired.
“But you just said—”
“I took the job because I needed money,” she said. “I
needed money then.”
His eyes narrowed more as he studied her face. “And
you don’t need it now?”
“My reason for leaving has nothing to do with money,”
she said. Had she not found another source of income, she would have been
forced to stay, but he didn’t need to know that.
“So you do have a reason.”
He wasn’t the trial lawyer of their partnership, but
he could have been. She felt like she was being cross-examined on the witness
stand. And she didn’t enjoy it one bit. Quitting was not a crime.
“I don’t have to give you a reason.” At least she
didn’t think she did.
Maybe she should have had a lawyer look at that
employment contract before she’d written her resignation letter. But no matter
how much she paid, no lawyer would be as good as Simon Kramer. He was the best.
And, according to his ex-lovers, not just at the
law...
“Why don’t you want to tell me?” he asked, and he
stepped closer now, so close that she could feel the heat of his body through
his suit and her cardigan and skirt.
Heat flushed her body, making her skin tingle. She
tried to step back but the desk stopped her, the hard wood pressing into the
backs of her thighs as he nearly touched the front of her. Her breasts pushed
against the front of the gray cardigan as she struggled for breath. She had
never been this close to him before. It was more than unsettling. Her knees
trembled and her already tripping pulse quickened even more.
“Because it’s personal,” she murmured. And they had
never been anything but businesslike with each other, except in her dreams.
He leaned down, so close that his warm breath
whispered across her lips as he asked, “Are you in love with me?”
