Hello everyone and happy Monday! I can’t believe it is July, and with that, there are a lot to announce, including a new book, and a few contests.
Starting today, In Love With My Best Friend and Our Love are a part of Smashwords’ Summer/Winter Sale, which you can get both books for FREE! That’s right, FREE! If you have not read either books, please click on the links below to purchase them.
In Love With My Best Friend: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/325232
Hi everyone!! The Series Sale continues today with the Something Just Ain’t Right series. This series was one of my most talked-about series, so if you have not had a chance to purchase it, then now is definitely the time since each book is reduced to either FREE or $0.99.
Starting today to Thursday, January 24th, you can get the entire series at a reduced price:
Part 1: FREE (Free until January 22nd)
Part 2: $0.99
Part 3: $0.99
Just Right (A Novella) – $0.99
Parts 2-3 is at the countdown price, so it will go back to its original prices of $2.99 & $3.99 on January 24th .
Here is the cover, synopsis, and link for each book:
FREE until January 22nd!
Morgan Carter always lived life on the edge. He never cared about anything or anyone until he set his sights on Hayley Stevens. Hayley is someone that he has known since they were kids, but it wasn’t until their adult years that he started to notice how beautiful of a woman she really had become. Unfortunately, it’s hard to see her as anything more than his best friend’s sister.
Hayley, on the other hand, had instantly felt a connection with Morgan the moment they met. She knows that she’s playing with fire, especially since her brother doesn’t want him anywhere near her. But, she’s determined to make Morgan hers, even if it destroys the relationship she has with her brother and the life-long friendship between the two.
Once they give in to their desires of being together, they are faced with several issues. Secrets are unveiled as deceit and mayhem follow. Will there be anyone that Morgan and Hayley can run to or will they learn there is nobody around that they can really trust?
$0.99 Until January 24th!
Hayley Stevens didn’t know what to expect when she started a relationship with Morgan Carter. Everything that she knew about her life has changed and now she’s on the run with the man that she loves. She and Morgan starts a new beginning in another city. However, the move proves to bring on more drama than she can possibly handle. Will she be able to continue supporting Morgan or will it become too much for her?
After everything that has happened with his friend, Lamar, and with his family, Morgan is trying to make a new life for himself and Hayley. He thinks he can stay out of trouble, but he is faced with more obstacles that even he’s not sure he can hide from. Will he be able to maintain his composure or will everything that he worked hard to keep a secret come crashing down around him?
Hayley and Morgan find it hard to hide from their misdeeds while realizing that they still can’t trust those closest to them. With secrets unfolding and the truth coming to light things could end deadly for one them.
$0.99 Until January 24th!
In the past two months, Morgan Carter and Hayley Stevens has been through a lot, from threats to kidnappings to shootings. The two have dealt with so much. They realize as long as they are together nothing will tear them apart. However, after Hayley’s shooting, Morgan realizes that in order to protect the ones closest to him that he may have to do something drastic which could tear the two apart.
When a series of lies are exposed about the one person he trusted, Morgan has to do what he can to protect not only himself, but also Hayley. Will the two be able to stay together and make things work, or will things crumble around them which could lead to someone not making it out alive?
Find out what happens in Something Just Ain’t Right 3, the final conclusion to this series.
$0.99- Regular Price
What happens when the chaos ends and their normal life begins?
It has been three years since Hayley and Morgan Carter experienced the turmoil caused by Morgan’s family. Now that the threats, kidnappings, and shootings are behind them, the two can now live a normal life with their two-year-old son, Morgan Jr. While Hayley is living her dream as an event coordinator for a high-profiled company, Morgan decided to go into law enforcement and become a detective. With their lives slowly falling into place, the two will soon find out that things are not what they seem.
As the two receive some surprising news from a former nemesis, they must decide what is best to protect themselves and their loved ones. Will the two result back to their former lives to keep their happily ever after, or will it be too late?
Remember, parts 1-3 will go back to its regular prices next week, so make sure to grab your copy of this series now! 🙂
Trois is the exciting conclusion to Brooklyn Knight’s The French Connection series; A BWWM, Multicultural & Interracial Romance. It is currently on sale now in eBook and paperback format.
ABOUT THE BOOK
He has three days to save her…
Dylan Hamilton has waited two years for this day to arrive; the day when Laila Renaud will become his wife. But the morning after his nuptials, he awakens, drugged and confused, only to discover that she has been snatched from his bed. And according to the man who has taken her, he has a limited amount of time to get her back. The clock is ticking… When Stefan Miller finds three Italian gangsters sitting in his suite the morning after Dylan’s wedding, it’s confirmation that his worst fears have come true. His brother’s antics have finally caught up with him and everyone else, including his love-interest, Sasha, who has been held ransom. Now with the clock counting down, he and Dylan must come up with a plan to save the women from impending doom.
Theoretically, it’s a simple operation: Get Stefan’s brother! Engage Dylan’s mob-boss of a mother! Save the girls!
But the rescue effort doesn’t go as smoothly as planned, especially when the puzzle pieces of Dylan’s traumatic past begin to connect. And especially when Stefan discovers that Sasha has fallen under the curious spell of her green-eyed kidnapper.
Series The French Connection, Book 3 of 3
Publication Date January 4, 2019
Publisher Independently Published
Print Length 260 pages
Genres BWWM Romance, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Contemporary Romance
Add on Goodreads https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/43313848-trois
A persistent pounding on the door ripped me out of sleep. I stirred, extra groggy from the fact that Laila had interrupted my slumber to talk about my parents and the announcement of her pregnancy. Her questions about my mother and father had angered me, but I’d hidden it from her, but when she’d told me she was carrying our baby, any negative emotions I’d been harboring fled.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
I reached over to the nightstand and gripped the clock, squinting. “It’s five-thirty,” I said to Laila. I reached over to pull her close, but when I realized the place in which she was laying was empty, my eyes popped open.
“Lai…” I called into the darkness. My eyes shot to the en-suite bathroom, noticing the light bleeding from beneath the closed door.
Maybe she’d gotten up to use it. That was what happened to pregnant women. They peed more and they started throwing up. The sound of water running down the drain confirmed my suspicions.
The banging sounded again and I threw my legs over the edge of the bed, holding my head. That was when I realized the banging wasn’t only coming from the door. An aggressive thud was pounding against my brain, and I wondered what it could be from.
I looked at the empty glass on the night table and my brows drew. I turned to the door. “Who is it?” I shouted.
“Open the door, man!”
I stretched the tightness out of my limbs and made my way over, wondering what in the world would have Stefan so uptight and hammering my door down at such an ungodly hour.
“Lai,” I called again.
Still no answer.
I frowned, peeked through the peephole, and then stood back.
Stefan’s voice emitted from the other side of the barrier, and I couldn’t help but notice the alarmed edge in his tone.
I unlatched the door and ripped it open. Without hesitation, Stefan sprang inside, his eyes as wide as saucers.
“Stef, what the hell –”
“Where’s Laila?” He pushed past me and started searching the room as if he was looking for treasure.
I frowned, trying to understand what he was talking about, all the while, trying to ignore the throbbing in my head. “What do you mean, where’s Laila? She’s in the bathroom.”
Without saying anything, Stefan dashed for the bathroom and ripped at the door.
“What the hell are you doing?” I demanded rushing after him, I pulled him by the arm.
He ripped his arm away from me and glared at me. His eyes seeped with anger.
I grimaced. “What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Laila isn’t here,” he spat out.
My neck jerked forward. “Of course she is, she’s in the bathroom,” I reminded him. “She’s pregnant.”
Stefan rolled his eyes towards the ceiling and covered his face with his hands. “Jesus Christ…” he muttered.
“That’s not quite the response I was expecting,” I admitted trying to quell my frustration.
Stefan spun around and gripped me by the shoulders. “Dylan, Laila isn’t here,” he said again. Forcefully.
My body turned rigid. “What the hell do you mean –”
“Your boy, Anthony Moretti, the guy you told me not to worry about…”
He was talking, but I’d already ripped the bathroom door open, almost taking it off the hinges. I looked into the room, my eyes shifting frantically, searching for my wife who, true to Stefan’s word, was nowhere in sight. The only sign of movement was the water spilling from the gold faucet and disappearing down the drain.
My chest heaved and I stumbled until I had no choice but to lean over the basin. Water from the tap splashed onto me. Everything was spinning like it would in a funhouse, yet there was no doubt in my mind, I was in a house of goddamn horrors.
“Where’s my wife?” I gripped my temple before pulling myself away from the basin and storming through the Presidential Suite. I ransacked the place. I tore through every room, tossing the furniture like it was plastic. I marched out to the pool and scanned the area. With each examination, the fact that she was nowhere to be found pushed me further over the edge of sanity.
I screamed her name into the emptiness.
Stefan paced the floors next to me. His hand was clasped over his mouth. His eyes were narrow with rage. “He took Sasha too,” he muttered.
I spun around to look at him. “Who took Sasha?”
Stefan turned his eyes on me. “Fucking Moretti.”
I looked at the carpet, trying to make sense of what he was saying. “How do you know this?”
“Because I woke up in the middle of the night to Moretti and his boys in my goddamn room, and that’s when he told me. Silas…”
“What the hell does he have to do with this? I swear to God, I’ll kill him!” I listened, my entire body shaking as Stefan revealed the things Moretti had told him. Then he handed me the man’s business card, his despicable name embossed and emboldened.
Moretti was demanding that we came up with two million euros in three days.
An angry breath escaped my nose. “Fine,” I spat. “He wants it in three days, he’ll have it three hours.”
Stefan nodded, realizing that my transferring the funds into Moretti’s account was the only way to put a stop to what was happening.
I raced around the room, looking for my cell phone. After a few minutes, which felt like a few hours, I found it on the floor underneath shards of a vase I’d destroyed.
I instructed SIRI to call my accountant and waited, operating on threads of patience, for him to pick up.
It went to voicemail.
“What happened?” Stefan asked, dry-washing his hands.
I gripped my bottom lip between my teeth and didn’t respond. Instead, I called the number again, this time taking care to punch each digit in manually.
It rang six times before clicking over to voicemail. In a fit of rage, I pitched the phone across the room and took my sweaty hair into my hands.
“Fuck!” My voice almost made the Swarovski chandelier hanging above us to crash to the floor.
Stefan raked his hands through his afro and pulled out his own cell phone.
“Who are you calling?” I asked, shoving my hands on my hips.
“It sure as hell ain’t my investment banker,” he muttered. “The hell if I have two million goddamn euros sitting in an account.” He pressed the phone against his ear. “I’m calling my brother.”
“If you don’t have it, he sure as hell doesn’t,” I spat. My eyes burned and I rubbed them, trying to erase the sensation.
I needed to slow down.
I needed to calm down and think rationally.
Ma belle fille and Sasha had been abducted. I had no idea how it had happened or when. In fact, the more I thought about it, the more I realized I couldn’t remember much of what had transpired over the course of maybe three or four hours.
Stefan turned away from me and I listened for a second as he threw a slew of curse words into the cell phone receiver.
I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to practice my solution-focused mantra, the one I used every day at my firm.
“I need to call Moretti,” I mumbled to myself. My cell phone, now shattered on the ground, would be of no use. I rushed to the landline on Laila’s side of the bed and tried to ignore my heart, crushing inside of my chest. I held the business card Stefan and given me and tried to steady my shaking hands as
I dialed the numbers.
Within seconds, Moretti answered.
I dropped onto the bed and pressed the phone hard against my ear. “Tell me this is a fucking joke!” I shouted into the phone.
“Dylan Hamilton.” The sound of his vocals made me want to spit.
“Where is my goddamn wife?” He’d barely finished his greeting before I was barking the demand. “I swear to God, I’m two seconds away from alerting INTERPOL. They’ll have you apprehended and your ass will be in jail quicker than you can fucking blink!”
“A few things,” Moretti responded casually. “INTERPOL is not a threat to me. Yes, I have been barred from various jurisdictions, but that does not inhibit my movements. Surely, you are aware of this. Secondly, if I were you, I would think long and hard about alerting anybody about anything. Your precious wife and her friend would be dead before the authorities ever caught up with me and my men. And thirdly…” he sighed. “You should practice being less emotional. You are a savvy business tycoon who cuts million-dollar deals by the hour. You, of all people should know that emotion has no place when it comes to business. Let us talk like the adults that we are.”
I gritted my teeth and tried to settle myself as best I could. In some ways he was right. My only concern was getting my wife and Sasha back. If that meant playing Moretti’s sick game, I should at least hear the rules.
Grab your copy of Trois today!
Brooklyn Knight is a romance enthusiast who lives in the island of Bermuda and has been writing stories since she was a little girl. Over the years, her gift for designing and bringing characters to life has evolved, and she enjoys creating vivid, memorable characters and unforgettable situations. Her characters are thought-provoking and evocative; and they will draw emotion out of you like water from a well.
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Hey everyone!! Today is the second release day from the Lady Guardians’ serial! Grace’s Redemption by Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is about Grace and Mase as the former couple are brought back together for different purpose: One is to seek revenge over a death of a loved one, while the other is seeking redemption. Can the two find love again? You have to check out the story to find out. 🙂
Love tore them apart, revenge brought them redemption and a way back together, but at what cost?
Mase Scott wants revenge.
Determined to avenge his brother’s murder, Mase puts his dreams on hold and hurts the only girl he has every loved. He pushed her away to protect her, however, revenge bring them back together. After learning about Grace’s secret, his priority is to protect her at all cost event if it pits him against his own club.
Grace Smith wants redemption.
When the man she’s loved all her life pushes her away, Grace seeks refuge with the Lady Guardians. She learns the true meaning of the word family. The club teaches her to take care of herself, but her connection to Mase is stronger than they both realized. Her redemption tour has her choosing between her crew and the man she loves.
Grace’s Redemption is part one a sizzling MC Romance novella. If you like sexy alpha bikers, a strong biker beauty, and a steam love connect that spans over miles on the open road, you’ll love Sydney Aaliyah Michelle’s latest BWWM romance.
Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is a Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, tattoo lover, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
She identifies the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is now blessed to be awake and doing what she loves.
She can recite the entire script from the 80’s teen comedy/drama “The Breakfast Club” and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers Movie, especially Tony Stark.
When it come to books, Sydney reads different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Alex J. Cavanaugh, J.A Huss, M. Never & Emily Bronte. Under the Dome, The Great Gatsby & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.
Email Sydney at firstname.lastname@example.org.