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Savage Angels MC
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Genre: MC, Contemporary/Erotic Romance





Savage Stalker is the first book in Kathleen Kelly's Savage Angels MC series and was published one year ago this month. Kathleen is also celebrating 1 year as a published indie author and invites all her readers and fans, new and old to come and join in the celebrations.





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Kathleen Kelly was born in Penrith, NSW, Australia. When she was four her family moved to Brisbane, QLD, Australia. Although born in NSW she considers herself a QUEENSLANDER!!

She married her childhood sweetheart and they live in Brisbane with their two furry kids. A British Short Hair called Grace and a Burmese called Jack.

Kathleen enjoys writing contemporary, romance novels with a little bit of erotica. She draws her inspiration from family, friends and the people around her. She can often be found in cafes writing and observing the locals.

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♡ Release Blitz & Surprise Release + #Giveaway ♡ Final Debt (Indebted #6) by Pepper Winters @PepperWinters @RSofRomance




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Final Debt
Indebted #6
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Pepper Winters

Release Date: November 2015

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance





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The Last Book in the New York Times Bestselling Dark Romance Series.
Where love tries to triumph and darkness continues to reign....

"I'm in love with her, but it might not be enough to stop her from becoming the latest victim of the Debt Inheritance. I know who I am now. I know what I must do. We will be together — I just hope it's on Earth rather than in heaven."

It all comes down to this.

Love versus life.

Debts versus death.

Who will win?


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"READY TO DIE, Nila?"

Cut's voice physically hurt me as he forced me to my knees. The ballroom splendour mocked me as I bowed unwillingly at the feet of my executioner.

Velvet and hand-stitched crewel on the walls glittered like the diamonds the Hawks smuggled — a direct contrast to the roughly sawn wood and crude craftsmanship of the guillotine dais. No finesse. No pride. Just a raised podium, framework cushioning a large tarnished blade, and a rope dangling to the side.

"Don't do this. Cut... think about what you've become. You can stop this." My voice mimicked a beg but I'd vowed not to beg. I'd seen things, understood things, and suffered things I never thought I would be able to endure. I refused to cry or grovel. I wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

"In five minutes, this will all be over, Weaver." Cut bent to the side and collected a wicker basket.

The wicker basket.

I didn't want to think about what its contents would be.

He placed it on the other side of the wooden block.

My lungs demanded more oxygen. My brain demanded more time. And my heart... it demanded more hope, more life, more love.

I'm not ready.

Not like this.

"Cut—"

"No. No more talking. Not after everything you've done." Ripping a black hood from his pocket, he didn't hesitate. No fanfare. No second guesses.

I cried out as the scratchy blackness engulfed my face, tightening by a cord around my throat.

The Weaver Wailer chilled me. The diamond collar that'd seen what I'd seen and whispered with phantoms of my slain family prepared to revoke its claim and detach from around my neck.

This was it.

The Final Debt.

Cut pushed my shoulders forward.

A heavy yoke settled over the top of my spine.

I closed my eyes.

I said goodbye.

...

I waited to die.








One Week Earlier


"NO!"

I pushed back, gripping the handrails of the private jet, throwing my weight against Daniel's incessant pushing. "Stop!"

"Get up the fucking stairs, Weaver." Daniel jabbed his elbow into my spine.

I stumbled, bashing my knee against the high tread. "You can't do this!" How had this happened? How had mere hours turned the entire universe against me? Again.

I wanted to smash every clock. Tear out the cog from every watch.

Time had once again stolen my life.

Jethro!

Daniel cackled. "I think you'll find we can." He shoved me higher.

My heart hurt — as if every mile between us and Hawksridge was a blade slicing me further from Jethro's protection — a disharmony in an already discorded symphony.

One moment, I'd been love-bruised and adored, tiptoeing back into the Hall; the next, I was trapped, forced to dress in jeans and a hoodie, and obey Daniel as he lurked in my doorway, barking orders to pack a few meagre belongings.

He hadn't left me alone.

His eyes followed my every move. I couldn't grab the gun I'd hidden thanks to Jasmine. I couldn't text Jethro to tell him I'd been caught. All I could do was run around my room with my lover's release still damp on my inner thighs and submit to my nemesis.

The only saving grace was beneath Daniel's hateful stare, I'd managed to pack the clothing I'd altered a few weeks ago. The cuffs full of needles and hems armoured with tools of my seamstress trade. Those garments were my only hope. There was no loophole. No way to refuse.

I had to trust Jasmine would get word to Jethro. That he would come for me...

Before it's too late.

The desolation I'd suffered when Daniel first caught me faded to indignant anger. I'd been so close to being free. I'd been in Jethro's arms. I'd been away from his psychotic family. My heart hardened a little toward Jethro for making me go back.

Why? Why did you send me back?

I didn't know if I'd have the courage to forgive him.

You know why. And you will. Of course, you will.

I couldn't hate him because I wasn't selfish. He'd sent me back to protect all of us. Those precious few who'd accepted him and he'd accepted in return. Love was the worst enemy, winding its commitment, ensuring no freedom when it came to clearheaded thinking of adversity.

Jethro loved too much. Felt too much. Suffered too much. And his siblings would be our downfall. Kestrel and Jasmine relied on him — just like I did. The responsibility of settling his family's wrongs was a terrible burden to bear.

But he's not alone.

I might've been stolen. Jethro's plans to save me might be ruined. But I was still alive. Still breathing. I wasn't the naïve girl who'd first arrived at Hawksridge. I was a woman in love with a Hawk. A Weaver who would draw Hawk blood.

It's not over...

Pain exploded in my spine as Daniel stabbed me with his fist. "Get in the fucking airplane."

"No!" I threw myself backward, looking frantically at the private hangar. We weren't at Heathrow, but a small, private airfield called Turweston. "I won't!"

No strangers I could call for help.

No police or air marshals.

When Daniel had stalked me from my room and shoved me outside, Cut had been waiting. With a victorious smile, he'd stuffed me in the back of a limousine.

With a purring engine, we'd pulled away from Hawksridge, tyres crunching on gravel as we followed the long driveway off the estate.

My eyes had scoured the trees, their silhouettes growing stronger as the sun tinted the sky with pink blushes. Daniel and Cut sat opposite me, toasting each other with a chilled bottle of champagne. However, I hadn't been alone on my side of the limo — I had a guard.

Marquise, Bonnie's damn henchman, sat beside me; a mountain of muscle, unyielding and impenetrable.

"Come along." A strange voice raised my gaze.

A man in a captain's uniform smiled from the top of the aircraft steps. The private plane's fuselage glinted in graphite grey. Sparkling diamonds, inlaid in the shape of a windswept ribbon, decorated the tail.

"I don't want to leave England."

Daniel laughed behind me. "Like you have a choice."

"I always have a choice, Buzzard." I glowered over my shoulder. "Just like this choice of yours will not end well for you."

If I don't kill you, Jethro will.

As far as Daniel knew, his slain brother was supposedly rotting in some unmarked grave. Jethro was right. The element of surprise trumped any of Cut and Daniel's grand delusions.

He snarled, "Watch it, bitch. Everything you say to me here will be paid in full when we're there."

"Now, now. No need for threats." The captain climbed down a rung, holding out his hand. "She'll get on board. Won't you, my dear? No need to be afraid of flying. I have an exemplary record." White hair tufted from either side of his pristine flying cap. In his mid-fifties, he looked fit and toned and impatient to take off.

"I can't leave."

I can't be so far from Jethro.

The captain smiled, waving at his vessel. "Of course, you can. Plus, I bet you've never travelled in such style."

"It's nothing against your mode of transport. It's the destination I disagree to. I'm staying here." I dug my heels into the metal grate, fighting against Daniel's perpetual pushing. "I don't have my passport, visa... I can't travel across borders, so you might as well let me return home."

Home.

Had Hawksridge Hall become my home?

No, don't be absurd.

But Jethro had. It didn't matter where we ended up. What we did for work. How our lives panned out. As long as I was alive with Jethro by my side... I would be home.

"Don't fuss about that." The captain waved his hand in invitation. "Travel is good for the soul."

Not my soul.

Travel meant my soul would become untethered from my body, thanks to Cut and the Final Debt.

The sun barely peeked over the horizon, hidden by soupy fog and reluctant night. The world refused to warm, unable to shed the morning frost or dislodge the claws of winter. England didn't want to say goodbye as much as I did, its reluctant dawn wanting me to stay.

"If you don't get on the motherfucking plane in two seconds, Weaver, you'll live to regret it," Daniel growled.

I glared at the youngest Hawk. "Haven't you learned by now your threats don't scare me?"

Forcing myself to stand taller, I hid the quaking in my bones, the quivering in muscles, the rampant terror scurrying in my blood. "I know where you want to take me, and I refuse."

Daniel pinched the bridge of his nose. A second later, he cuffed me on the back of the head. "Behave!"

I gritted my teeth against the wash of agony.

"Almasi Kipanga is a fucking treat for the likes of you, Weaver. Get on your knees and show some goddamn appreciation. Otherwise, I'll rip out your fucking tongue and ensure peace for the rest of the trip."

"Ah, as I said, there's no need for violence." The captain took another step, prying my hand off the railing and tugging me upward. "Come along, my dear. Let's get you inside. And don't you worry about visas and things. Leave it to me. Airport control won't be an issue."

Vertigo cast the world in monochromatic greys as I swayed toward the captain. "But—"

Cut barrelled past Daniel — reaching the end of his patience. Grabbing my arse, he shoved me upward, forcing me like unwilling livestock up the final steps. "I have your passport, Nila. Get on the plane." His breath skated over the back of my neck. "And don't think about refusing again. Got it?"

Gripping the fuselage, I looked over my shoulder. "My passport? How did you—"

He waved a black binder in my face. "Everything is in here. You have no more excuses, and I won't ask again. Get on the fucking plane or I'll knock you out and you can wake up when we get there."





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Indebted Epilogue
Indebted #7
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Release Date: November 2015

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Pepper Winters wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex.
She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

Her Dark Erotica books include:
Tears of Tess (Monsters in the Dark #1)
Quintessentially Q (Monsters in the Dark #2)

Her Grey Romance books include:
Destroyed



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So Much More
Made For Love #3
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R.C. Martin

Genre: New Adult Romance

Release Date: December 4, 2015





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The Red Coat Incident
4 cups humiliation
2 cups rejection
1/2 cup heartache
3 tbs regret
1 tsp tears
A pinch of hope

Sarah's life is a bit of a mess. After only a year of living her dream, teaching the third grade, one catastrophic mistake has her packing her bags and running away. Lost and broken, she clings to the small hope that her old stomping grounds will be the perfect place for her to start fresh. When she walks into Little Bird Cafe, looking for a job, she finds herself unprepared for the sweet deliciousness that is Brandon.


The Olivia Incident
5 cups loyalty
3 cups stupidity
1/4 cup resentment
2 tbs distrust
1 tsp weakness
A pinch of lust

Brandon's dream is finally coming true. His days may be long and hard, but he refuses to complain. He starts every morning in his kitchen, baking his signature pastries. With the students pouring into the college town he calls home any day now, he knows he needs help around the shop. When Sarah, the blonde-haired, blue-eyed beauty, walks into Little Bird asking for a job, he's can't refuse her. As her new boss, he tries to convince himself that he can look, but he can't touch.

When he lets her loose in his kitchen, her broken heart is mended, his battered heart is stolen, and they can't deny that they both want more. So much more.


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After he shows me the lay of the land and I stow away my things, he brings me back to the kitchen. It smells amazing and I don't hesitate to tell him as much.

"I'm glad you think so," he says, pulling out a stool and signaling for me to sit. "Your first order of business will be to try everything that's on the menu today." My jaw drops open as he sets a plate full of pastries in front of me.

Best. First day. Ever.

"You don't have to eat it all—"

"Oh, but can I?" I mutter, reaching for the first scone that I see.

He chuckles. "Eat as much as you'd like, just be sure to try everything. It's important that my staff knows what everything tastes like so you can describe it to customers who have questions. I make the pastries on a weekly rotation, unless I get a special order."

As soon as the buttery scone begins to melt on my tongue, a moan I can't contain forces itself from my throat. "You made this? This morning?" I ask with a mouthful.

He nods at me with a smirk.

"Am I eating a butter pecan scone?"

He nods once more, his smirk turning into a smile.

Shit. I'm in so much trouble. How in the hell is my battered heart supposed to compete with that smile and this scone made by that sexy man who I keep imagining in nothing but his damn apron?

Too much smut. I've been reading too much smut!

Or maybe not enough...

"Remember, you have to try everything. I'll be right back," he tells me, leaving me with the plate of deliciousness.

By the time he returns, I've tried his lemon poppyseed scone, his apple-carrot-raisin loaf, his cinnamon swirl coffee cake, and I'm devouring his blueberry crumble muffin. I can't even bring myself to be ashamed of my gluttony — with four more things left to try.

"That one's a best seller," he says with a wink as I polish it off.

If baked goods are my weakness, Brandon's baked goods just may be the death of me. Especially if they come with a wink.

I look away from him, afraid I'll start staring if I don't. I reach for another pastry as I pull my phone out of my pocket, needing a better distraction just as much as I need to share the discovery of my new favorite muffin.

Me: OMG. If you think my baking is good, you haven't LIVED until you've tried Brandon's blueberry crumble muffin.

To my delight, and relief, she shoots back a text almost immediately.

Aria: Yum! Guess I know where I'm coming for lunch...

Me: Dear Lord — I just bit into a chocolate zucchini muffin. This job is going to make me SO fat.

Aria: Lol. Are you eating the whole pastry case or what?!?

Aria: Josh teaches a kickboxing class three nights a week! (MWF) Come with me!

Me: YES! Also — I really am eating the whole pastry case. Boss's orders.

Aria: Clearly I'm in the wrong profession.

Aria: Anyway, gotta jet. Can't be late for work. See you at lunch! Happy First Day!!!!

"If you finish that entire plate, I swear, I'm giving you a raise."

I look up to find Brandon not two feet away, leaning against the work island where I sit, watching me. It isn't until I look down at the plate that I realize I've now eaten two whole muffins and at least half of everything else.

If I were a blushing woman, my cheeks would be on fire. Lucky for me, I only blush when I'm intoxicated. Right now, I'm just drunk on sugar, which is so much better and much less embarrassing. Yet, when I think about it, I recognize that I've never been embarrassed about my ability to consume an obnoxious amount of baked deliciousness. When my eyes move from the plate to meet Brandon's hazel irises, I remember that it’s him that's making me anxious.

I clear my throat and try and think of something clever to say to dispel the awkward moment that's filled with my silence. "Hi. My name is Sarah. I'm a sugarholic... I'm about ten seconds sober."

He laughs and I temporarily forget why I'm not supposed to want him. "Hi, Sarah."

"Too bad about that raise," I quip, pushing the plate away from me. "I can't eat another bite."

"There's always tomorrow," he tells me before he reaches for the remnants of the lemon poppyseed scone and pops it into his mouth.

Dammit. Don't watch him eat. Is eating supposed to be sexy? Or is that the sugar talking?








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The Promises We Keep
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R.C. Martin finds it a bit awkward referring to herself in the third person, so she's only going to do it for this one sentence. (We all know who's writing this bio anyway!)

I'm a born and bred Coloradan. I will always claim that square state as my home! While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. I'm a woman in love with love and filled to the brim with compassion for women like me, on a journey to find themselves in today's society. I aspire to inspire my readers to do more than settle. I hope that my writing will remind everyone that she (or he!) is valuable and worthy of the best kind of love - the kind that is gentle, patient, faithful, passionate, all consuming, never ending, and leaves you breathless.

When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing... you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.



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