Meet a hot bad boy shifter!
Saturday, February 1st, 2020

Rough Alpha: A Bad Boy Shifter romance

Maggie Cole is back with a brand new series that you will love! I mean really!





He warned her what would happen if she didn’t stay away. She didn’t listen.

Rough, dirty brutes aren’t Faith Miller’s type, especially when they ride a Harley and treat her with the manners of a caveman… or at least that’s what she thought before she met Hunter.

He told her what he would do to her if she came near him again. He warned her that next time he wouldn’t hold back and he wouldn’t be gentle. Faith didn’t believe him… or maybe she did.

Now, with her panties torn off and her face pressed into the sofa cushions as the first searing stroke of his belt lands on her already burning hot bottom, Faith knows she is in deep trouble. But with the evidence of her body’s shameful surrender dripping down her bare thighs, will she plead for mercy, or will she beg him to mount her, claim her, and rut her like a savage beast?

Publisher’s Note: Rough Alpha includes sexual scenes and spankings. If such material offends you, please don’t buy this book.







She’d escaped for the moment, but she had no doubt Ford would be after her when the film ended. As the lights dimmed she searched for an answer, and realized there was only one way to avoid him. The movie began. She allowed herself the pleasure of enjoying the exciting thriller, but the moment the credits began to roll she hurried through the dark auditorium to the exit. Taking a relieved breath, she slipped into the brightly lit lobby.

He heart sank.

Ford was already lingering near the front doors.

She darted into the ladies room, determined to stay there until everyone had left—including him. Many women came and went, and when the noise from the lobby had quieted, she cracked open the door. A young man was busy vacuuming, and a girl was cleaning the refreshments counter. Tired and relieved, she moved through the theatre and stepped outside. The cold air nipped her skin, the ground shone from a rain shower, and the empty parking lot felt ominous, but there was no sign of Ford or his Porsche. Walking quickly towards her car, she began rummaging in her bag for the keys.

“Shit,” she muttered, glancing down as she fumbled in the semi-dark. “Where the hell are they?”

“Maybe I can help.”


Before she could respond, he grabbed her arm, jerked her around and snatched her bag.

“For pity’s sake, what are you doing?” she demanded, though her heart was racing. “Give that back to me.”

“You’re way too uptight,” he sniggered. “You can relax while I drive your car!”

“I don’t think so, and where’s the Porsche?”

“Parked around the side of the theatre.”

“Why did you move it?”

“Why do you think, you stupid bitch?” he barked, suddenly scowling. “In case you didn’t hear me the first time, you and I are leaving  in your car.”

“Ford, stop this! Your masterly act does nothing for me,” she exclaimed, trying to sound unafraid as she attempted to control her panic. “I’m not going anywhere with you, not in my car or in yours.”

“I told you, I don’t take no for—”

But his eyes suddenly darted up. He froze, but only for a moment, then uttering a short, sharp cry he abruptly released her arm, dropped her bag, and began staggering backwards.

“Ford, what’s the—?”

A deep growl cut her off. Slowly turning around, her heart beating wildly, she spied a huge black dog. It’s body low and his fangs bared, it was walking towards them, but she quickly realized its eyes were focused on Ford.

“Fuck! No, no, no!” Ford bleated as the creature broke into a trot. “I’m going, I’m going. Please, don’t hurt me. I’ll leave her alone, I swear. I will. I swear.”

His piteous plea had no affect. The creature lunged forward, sank its teeth into Ford’s calf, then jumped back, snarling viciously. Hobbling away as fast as his bleeding leg would allow, Ford continued to blubber his promises.

The dog turned to face her.

Though trembling from head to foot, and afraid she’d be next, she forced herself to stay still, but to her surprise and enormous relief the dog sat down and lifted its paw.

Get ready to walk on the Wild Side
Tuesday, January 28th, 2020

With Mari Carr’s latest wilder Irish story.

No strings attached? We were wrong. So wrong.

Layla moved to Baltimore in search of a fresh start. After too many years in a lackluster relationship, she’s ready to embrace her wild side. Casual is her new middle name and the last thing she wants or needs is a serious relationship.

Finn and his best friend, Miguel are ALL IN on showing Layla a good time. After all, neither one of them is looking for love either. Or so they think.

Until Finn falls for Layla and Miguel falls for Finn and Layla falls for…both men. Then it’s a wild side freefall as the three lovers try to make one plus one plus one equal the perfect match.


About Mari Carr

A New York Times and USA TODAY bestseller, Mari Carr writes sexy romantic suspense and contemporary romance novels.

“Deliciously sexy, Mari Carr is at the top of my auto-buy list!” – Carly Phillips, New York Times bestselling author

“Sexy and fun, Mari Carr is one of my favorites!” – Lexi Blake, New York Times bestselling author

Full of witty dialogue, down to earth characters and smoking hot sex, Mari Carr’s books never disappoint! – Sami Lee, Bestselling author

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Love SEALs? Connie Harris has a hot one for you
Sunday, January 26th, 2020

A Bounty On Forever 

Former Navy SEAL Tony Franco is convinced his past is behind him. He now thrives as an emergency room nurse. But after learning there’s a bounty on his head, he will stop at nothing to protect those closest to him—including the new woman in his life, fiery Zumba instructor Sierra Sanchez.

Troubled by his secrecy and the escalating close calls, Sierra resists the sexual chemistry sizzling between them but Tony’s charismatic bedside manner disarms her.  As desire heats up, danger edges closer, threatening their lives and putting their forever in the crosshairs.


Two nifty little teasers:

#1. Wolf whistles and catcalls drowned out Tony’s words as he lifted Sierra’s dress high on her thigh. She sucked in her breath as his hand skimmed the inside of her leg. Goosebumps popped up along her arms and the pit of her stomach somersaulted. She gazed at the top of his uncovered head, fixated on the thick layers of textured hair while he adjusted the garter a few inches above her knee. With an uncontrollable urge to massage the deep brown mop, she scrunched and poised her fingers an inch from contact but froze when he raised his head and locked eyes with her. Did he have x-ray vision? She gasped, dropped her arms, and plopped her hands in her lap. His eyes, almost black with intensity, messaged clear desire as he offered his hand. “Want to dance?”


#2 “Are you being followed?”

Sierra gripped the wheel with trembling hands. “Maybe.” Her eyes darted in the mirror again, but the blinding glare of the headlights prevented her from discerning any detail about the vehicle except the outline of two heads. She pressed her foot on the gas pedal, her heart racing, her breath shallow.

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Meet Connie Y. Harris

With close ties to the Navy SEAL community, Connie’s mission as a writer is to offer the reader a realistic portrayal of men who transfer their alpha tendencies and athletic prowess into serving a noble cause.

A former English teacher and corporate executive Connie holds a B.A. from East Carolina University.  Although she spent many years in the corporate world, her first love has always been writing. She maintains a portfolio of songs, poems and stories she wrote as early as ten. When she isn’t creating new plots, Connie enjoys Zumba fitness and claims her best story ideas come to her while dancing the Salsa.

Connie lives near the Gulf Coast of Florida with her German Shepherd Dog and a cat who takes no prisoners.

Here is where you can find Connie



The last thing she expected was a DEADLY HOMECOMING
Friday, January 24th, 2020

Deadly Homecoming

By Lorelei Confer

One is the loneliest number…

Madelyn (Maddy) Morris returns home to arrange her mother’s funeral.  While struggling with her grief she encounters the one man she never wants to see again, the ex who broke her heart and, in more ways, than one.

Garrett Fisher, her closest childhood friend and now an FBI agent assigned to the human trafficking task force, never stopped loving Maddie. When he sees her at her mother’s funeral, he decides to finally tell her his true feelings. 

Does Garrett have a second chance or has her ex stolen her from him again?



Maddy applied a small amount of makeup and dressed in a long dark-brown skirt and a beige silk top with a medium-brown suede belt. Her long-tasseled necklace and brown boots added the final touches.

Anxious to get out of the house and away from childhood reminders, she also very much wanted to spend time with Garrett. He was her best friend, her confidante, she could tell him anything, and he always understood. And right now, she was about to blow if she didn’t let something go.

She started down the stairs, glanced down to the bottom step, and paused. Garrett’s intense gaze was so intense he pinned her to the spot. He smiled and she relaxed.

“Maddy, you look beautiful!”

“Th—Thanks Garrett.”

“Ready to go?” He held out his hand to help her take the last step.

“Yes, let me grab my purse and a jacket.” She retrieved them from the coat-tree and locked the door behind her, checking it twice before leaving.

Maddy inhaled the cool spring evening air as she strolled to Garrett’s shining new car, his hand splayed on the middle of her back. He opened the passenger door and helped her in. The new-car smell sucked her mind into the memory of going to Logan’s senior prom.

Why do I conjure up this stuff? It doesn’t mean anything anymore. Except Logan’s apple-red Camaro had the same new smell and was spotless. Most of the guys in this rural area couldn’t afford a car, but Logan came from money. Valentine’s Day flashed before her. He had shown up at her house with flowers and a large heart-shaped box of candy. Splurging on her was something he liked to do and did often. No one else had ever made her feel so special.

Enough of the past.

Garrett interrupted her thoughts. “I shouldn’t be too long at the office. Would you like to come in?”

“Sure, I’d love to see where you handle all your FBI agent work.” Madelyn pulled a few strands behind her ear.

A few minutes later they arrived at his dad’s law firm where Garrett maintained a virtual space. Maddy was impressed at the exterior of the large building and even more with the interior when she followed him to his own office. He and his father had obviously done very well. Garrett stepped around the oversized cherrywood desk and sat in his high-backed leather chair. He opened his laptop, made some notes on a small piece of paper which he folded and slid into an inside pocket of his sports coat.

“Well, that’s it.” Garrett slid the phone into his pants pocket. “Are you ready to go? I’d like to show you where I live.”



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We asked Lorelei why she likes to write and here is what she told us:

In the fourth grade, as an assignment, I wrote a story about going to the doctor and getting a shot. I guess my teacher thought it was good and made it into a play inviting parents and other classes in attendance. Students in my class were characters.

I started writing a diary and then a journal every day, putting all my angst and fear of the unknown into words and on to paper. When my husband of 50 years was in Viet Nam, on two tours, I wrote newsy love letters to him every day. I continued writing about married life, raising happy children and maintaining a happy home, but only to myself.

Then, in 2006, I had a dream about being abducted, held captive, then running to escape my kidnappers. Back then, smuggling of young boys and women wasn’t in the news every day, there weren’t task forces dedicated to the eradication of human trafficking, there wasn’t even community involvement or awareness.

My love of reading sexy romance and suspense led me to write my dream, Deadly Deception. My research opened my eyes and revealed trafficking as a very lucrative and prolific profession and only growing more and more every day; and in reality, in my backyard. Deadly Deception, the first book in the Deadly series, was a way for me to get a message out to others to be more aware of their friends, their rides, their surroundings, their drinks, food, etc. at all times. And since, every book in the series has a different message.

Along with the suspense of the pursuit, there’s always enough romance and sex to keep the reader turning the pages and all happy ever after.

In my release on February 18th, Deadly Homecoming, the 5th book in the series, I introduce Truckers Against Trafficking, (TAT) and yes, a real organization. Many trucking companies educate their drivers of the signs of human sex trafficking and what they should do if they suspect it. For more information about this wonderful organization; to become a partner or make a donation, please visit their website:






Special Forces…why they are sospecial
Thursday, December 12th, 2019

Force Recon Marines


Force Recon does not belong to SOCOM Special Operations Command), but it is still providing commanders with a valuable resource as “special operations capable” forces attached to Marine Regiments. In many ways, they get the same training and equipment as SOCOM forces, but they are fully under the control of the Marine Corps.M

In 2001, there were roughly 500 RECON billets within the USMC.  Today, there are more than 2,000 RECON Marines, which demonstrates the necessity for RECON units within the USMC in today’s warfare climate. When MARSOC was created it left a hole in the USMC Special Operations Capable forces as two Force RECON companies were changed into MARSOC. Force RECON have since rebuilt and are fully operational with the Marine Expeditionary Force. The major difference between MARSOC and Force RECON is that MARSOC is under the command of Special Operations Command (SOCOM), whereas Force RECON works directly for the USMC Marine Expeditionary Force Commander.

RECON MISSION: The mission of Force RECON is to conduct amphibious reconnaissance, deep ground reconnaissance, surveillance, battle space shaping, and limited scale raids in support of the Marine Expeditionary Force (MEF), other Marine air-ground task forces, or a joint force.

Since the early years after September 11, 2001, the United States has ramped up its battle against terrorists worldwide and the special operations community has grown and changed to better prepare our special operators to do their mission. The Marine Corps has also changed the way they do business on the special ops side of the house. With the development of U.S. Marine Corps Forces, Special Operations Command (MARSOC) in 2006, the Marine Corps joined forces with U.S. Special Operations Command (SOCOM) to perform a variety of special operations missions around the world, including foreign internal defense, special reconnaissance, direct action, and other missions.