He’s a tantalizing man of mystery. To solve him she could risk everything in a scorching romance by the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the This Man series and The Invitation.
A pawn in a man’s callous game, Amelia Lazenby is trying to heal after being betrayed by the wealthy and scorchingly sexy Jude Harrison. Now he’s saying all the right things, whispering apologies as sincere as his kisses, and refusing to let her walk away. It’s hard for Amelia to resist a force as strong as Jude. Before long, he’s making her pulse pound, her head spin, and giving her the rapture she craves.
But once she surrenders, Amelia can’t help but fear she’s risking her heart all over again. This time, maybe even more. Jude is every bit as mysterious and possessive as she remembers. His ex-lover is back to wreak havoc on their lives. And Amelia’s own ex has returned from the past, knowing more about Jude than Amelia can imagine. As the secrets and shocking revelations keep coming, Amelia must decide what she’s willing to sacrifice to stay with the man she loves and above all else…can’t resist.
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Becca Steele is a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling British new adult romance author. She currently lives in the south of England with her family and a horde of characters that reside inside her head.
When she’s not writing, you can usually find her reading or watching Netflix. Failing that, she’ll be online hunting for memes, or making her 500th Spotify playlist.
From USA Today bestselling author Becca Steele comes a new standalone MM sports romance set in the Love the Game universe.
When my Premier League season comes to an abrupt end thanks to an injury and subsequent transfer to another team, I decide to surprise my brother by flying out to Canada to catch him in the NHL playoffs.
I never planned on sleeping with a man for the first time on my very first day in Calgary. A man who turns out to be my brother’s grumpy, antisocial teammate.
I never planned for it to happen again.
And again.
We’re professional athletes. His life is in Canada and mine is in the UK.
I know there’s no future for us. So why can’t I make myself stay away from him?
Love the Game is an MM sports romance shared world, and features books from Willow Thomas, Becca Steele, Jodi Oliver, EM Denning, Becca Seymour, Becca Jackson, EM Lindsey, and Cora Rose.
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With millions of books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over forty books. Her novels have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
The final chapter. The ultimate test. The fight for love. tear them apart?
Length: 65,000 Series: Soho Knights Book 5 (final in the series) Prior Reading: recommended but not essential Genre: contemporary Tropes: hurt/comfort, age gap, second chances, neurodivergent rep, daddy kink Trigger/Content Warnings: Talk of childhood abuse, acts of violence, talk of bereavement Designer: Emily's World of Design
Jason is successful, confident, and unlovable. Living in the heart of Soho with his found family brothers, he masks his trauma with more sass than you can throw glitter at. After love burned him once, he vowed never to let it happen again. One night, one time, no attachments. That’s how he survives and protects his heart.
Patrick knows loss too well. His husband’s sudden death shattered his world, and he believes he’ll never feel that kind of connection again. Then Jason storms into his life. A pint-sized spitfire with haunted eyes. Fifteen years younger than him, a boy who he shouldn’t want but can’t resist. Patrick’s daddy instincts are to hold, to heal, to care, but Jason refuses to be saved.
Their undeniable attraction spans a year of push and pull, as all of Jason’s brothers find their happy endings around him, leaving him with the possibility of being alone, as he has been all his life. When Jason gives into his desire for Patrick, his past mistakes come back to bite him. His ex-husband, a ruthless mob boss, wants him back. And he doesn’t care who gets hurt in the process.
In the explosive final chapter of the Soho Knights series, all the questions will finally be answered. Will everyone’s baby brother, Jason, finally get the happily ever after he truly deserves, or will it come at the price of another devastating loss?
He was nothing like Sebastian had described. Blond, and probably about five feet seven. He had a slight frame, but Patrick could tell there was a bit of muscle under the tight clothes he was wearing.
“He’s very cute, although he looks different from how you described him. He’s shorter, for one. More my thing than yours.”
That was true. Patrick had a penchant for short blond guys.
“No, that’s his friend who was with him last night. I think he was called Jason.”
“Jason!” shouted Patrick, without thinking. He was doing this for Sebastian.
Jason spun round, looking at them, and Patrick’s breath hitched. Those piercing blue eyes felt like they were looking into his soul. The guy was breathtaking. Patrick could feel himself getting hard at the thought of pinning down that smaller body and taking him apart over several hours . . . or days if he could. That was new. He hadn’t reacted that way to any other man in a long time.
Patrick signalled for him to join them before he changed his mind. Perhaps it was a mistake inviting him over, given his reaction to the cutie.
“What are you doing?” Sebastian hissed.
“Making your dreams come true.” Yes, that’s what he was doing!
Sebastian laughed. Jason sashayed over to them, sipping an extravagant-looking cocktail through a straw.
“Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Jason asked Sebastian. “Have we fucked? Cos I don’t do repeats, although your hot daddy friend is someone I would make an exception for.”
What a little spitfire he was. Patrick had a thing for brats, and he was looking at one right now. Before he could say anything, Jason sat on his lap, draping his arms round his neck.
It was a shock at first. He’d never known a boy to be so forward with him before, and even if he didn’t know it, Jason was pure boy. Patrick had to get Jason off his lap before he did something stupid. He looked at Sebastian, signalling for him to do something, but Sebastian was focussed on his own agenda right now.
“I was here last night with your friend, Charlie,” said Sebastian.
“Charlie isn’t my friend.”
“Oh.”
“He’s my brother.”
Patrick could tell immediately that he was referring to a found family. The way he spoke of Charlie was not sibling love; it was much deeper.
“He came back to my hotel last night, but he left this morning before we could exchange numbers.”
“And?” said Jason.
Patrick was trying hard not to laugh at the mouth on this brat who was wriggling on his lap. It was taking all of Patrick’s willpower to not grind up against him.
About the Author:
Oliver Takely is a passionate MM romance author who revels in dark, edgy stories featuring complex, flawed characters. With years of writing experience and a creative day job, Oliver Takely is also an avid reader of MM romance, consuming 300 books in 2023. His favourite trope is enemies to lovers, but is also a sucker for a feel-good Christmas romance. Originally from the north, Oliver now resides in the south of England with his husband and their beloved fur baby, who is treated like a princess, living their own happily-ever-after straight out of a romance novel. When not writing or reading, he enjoys holidays and indulging in lots of good food, because who doesn’t love a delicious combination?
Eventually, I was able to put Dorian out of my mind and continue my movie night for one. Pulp Fiction was almost finished when the theater door opened again.
I turned to find Dorian entering—alone.
“Is it over?” he asked.
My pulse raced as I paused the movie. “About ten minutes left.”
Without further comment, he took the seat next to me, sinking into the chair and stretching his long legs. He closed his eyes and let out a long sigh. His delicious cologne wafted my way, sending unwanted arousal through me. I pressed play on the movie, hoping to move out of this hyper-aware state.
“Where’s your date?” I asked after the movie finished and she still hadn’t reappeared.
“She left.”
“Is she a…girlfriend or…?”
“Definitely not,” he said, staring at the screen.
“Someone you hook up with?” I pried.
He turned to me. “You always this nosy?”
“Well, we are stepcousins,” I teased. “You can tell me anything.”
“We go way back, don’t we? So much I nearly kicked you out when I got here.”
“Details…” I shrugged.
He chuckled. “She’s someone I used to hook up with when I lived here years ago. Thought it might be interesting to reconnect with her, but I was grossly mistaken.”
“Why? What was wrong with her?”
“Nothing wrong with her. I was just bored out of my wits. It’s probably me that’s changed more than anything. That happens when you leave home, I guess.” He reached for some popcorn. “Anyway…found myself more in the mood to watch Pulp Fiction than I was to make pointless conversation with her.”
“I can start it over, if you want to watch from the beginning.”
“Nah.” He shook his head. “But I’ll watch another movie with you, if you’re down.”
Ohhhkay.
Hesitant excitement washed over me. I’d been pretty lonely lately if the idea of having someone to watch a movie with felt exhilarating. But at the same time, this was Dorian Vanderbilt—not exactly someone I could relax around yet. But I sure as hell wasn’t going to say no.
I finally nodded. “That’d be cool.”
“You choose.”
“Well…” I took a moment to think on it. “If you were in the mood to watch Pulp Fiction, maybe another Tarantino?”
He scratched his chin. “Actually, have you ever seen Snatch?”
“Guy Ritchie, right?” I nodded. “I’ve heard of it but never watched it.”
“His style reminds me of Tarantino. I think you’ll enjoy it. Would you want to watch that?”
“Yeah.” I nodded, impressed with his effort to think of a movie I would like.
Dorian went over to the laptop and pulled up the film, then returned to the seat next to me. He reclined his chair as I pressed play on the remote. He once again stretched out his long legs.
For the next couple of hours, we watched the movie intently, neither of us saying a word until it finished. That was exactly how I liked it. But he did look over to see my reaction at certain parts, which I also liked. Any nervousness I’d had dissipated as the movie went on. And I certainly couldn’t complain about sitting close to him, since he smelled like heaven. I hadn’t been out with a member of the opposite sex in what seemed like ages. Sitting this close to an attractive man made me miss dating, even if the man sitting next to me currently was out of my league.
When the credits came on the screen, he reached for the remote and lowered the volume. “What did you think?”
“It was awesome. I love movies where you don’t know what to expect, and the power dynamic can change at the drop of a hat.”
“Ah…sort of like how you suddenly had the power when I discovered you could control those dogs?”
“Maybe, yeah.” My mouth curved into a smile.
“They actually like me now. But they did not like Savannah.”
“Savannah was your date tonight?”
He nodded. “Yeah. Tess saved me, actually. She helped me get out of the rest of the date.”
“What do you mean?”
“I wanted to end the night early and had been thinking up an excuse. Then Tess rubbed her asshole on Savannah’s shoe as we were standing in the foyer. She decided right then and there she wanted to call it a night.”
I cracked up. “Saved by the asshole.”
“Exactly. It was perfect.”
“Did you drive her home?”
“I called her a car.”
“Well, I’m sorry again if I disrupted your evening.”
“Trust me, I had more fun watching the movie with you than I would’ve sitting through whatever sappy film she picked.” He sighed. “And…I’m sorry if she was rude to you. She was probably just intimidated.”
“Intimidated? Why?”
He glared. “Really? You’re gonna make me say it?”
“Sure.” I smirked.
“Because you’re attractive…” His eyes fell to my abs. “And you seem to have no other wardrobe besides crop tops.”
AUTHOR BIO
Penelope Ward is a New York Times, USA Today and #1 Wall Street Journal bestselling author of contemporary romance.
She grew up in Boston with five older brothers and spent most of her twenties as a television news anchor. Penelope resides in Rhode Island with her husband, son, and beautiful daughter with autism.
With millions of books sold, she is a 21-time New York Times bestseller and the author of over forty books. Her novels have been translated into over a dozen languages and can be found in bookstores around the world.
Saddled in Secrets by Harloe Rae releases on Sept. 22nd and she just revealed the cover and blurb. Feast your eyeballs on these beauties! I'm in insta-love.
Bianca This entire mess started when my older brother’s best friend got hired to be my bodyguard.
Colton Keller has been keeping an eye on me ever since he came to live on our ranch. The wall of muscle wrapped in mysterious darkness has spoken less than five words to me in the same amount of years.
But now that Colton’s position is official, he follows me like a reclusive shadow. I try to ditch him at every turn, but he never lets me get too far.
Just as I’m about to get more creative with my evasive maneuvers, a threat to my safety pushes him to the extreme.
Colton I’m obsessed with my best friend’s younger sister. There’s no other way to describe my desire for Bianca Benson. It’s another secret saddled to me.
But then her brother assigns me to watch over the reckless rodeo princess, as if I haven’t been doing that already. What started as an obligation to protect her has grown into a necessity. It’s the only part of her that’s mine. At least until my past resurfaces to haunt me.
Bianca bucks my restrictive methods as complications force my hand. She wants answers that I’m not ready to share. I’ll only surrender once she’s ready to admit the truth.
My infatuation might’ve started it, but hers will save us.
