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CALL ME, MAYBE
Ellie Cahill
 
Releasing on February 9, 2016
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 Ellie
Cahill is definitely one to watch
!” raves bestselling author Cora Carmack,
and this steamy, upbeat modern romance about connecting in all the best ways
proves it once again.
 
Clementine Daly knows she’s the black sheep. Her wealthy,
powerful family has watched her very closely since she almost got caught in an
embarrassing scandal a few years ago. So when Clementine’s sent on a mission to
live up to the Daly name, politely declining isn’t an option. Of course, the
last thing she does before boarding the plane is to grab a stranger’s phone by
mistake—leaving the hunky journalist with her phone. Soon his sexy voice is on the
line, but he doesn’t know her real name, or her famous pedigree—which is just
the way Clementine likes it.
 
Despite all the hassles, Justin Mueller is intrigued to
realize that the beautiful brown-eyed girl he met at the airport is suddenly at
his fingertips. They agree to exchange phones when they’re both back in town,
but after a week of flirty texts and wonderfully intimate conversations, Justin
doesn’t want to let her go. The only problem? It turns out that Clemetine has
been lying to him about, well, everything. Except for the one thing two people
can’t fake, the only thing that matters: The heat between them is for real.
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“Is that okay? If I listen to your music, I mean.”

“Yeah, go ahead.” He seemed excited. I liked the sound of his voice like that.

“Anything you’d recommend?”

“I’ve only got a few playlists. Just pick one.”

“Okay.” I was curious to check out his music preferences, but not so curious that I wanted to end our chat. There was something about his easy manner that made me want to keep talking to him. “You can check out my music if you’d like.”

“I’m gonna have to. What am I supposed to do while I work out, listen to my own thoughts?”

I laughed, knowing exactly what he meant. “I do have Spotify and all that if my musical tastes are not to your liking. And plenty of data, so go for it.”

“You’re not a big Adult Contemporary fan, I hope?”

“No, pretty much not. But . . . well, you’ll see.”

“I’ll have to report back to you.”

A lull fell between us, and I knew I should let him go back to his family, but I was reluctant to break the easiness between us. “So, what part of Florida are you from?”

“Central. Near Orlando.”

“No beach?” I asked.

“Sadly no.”

“I guess I’ll just have to enjoy the beach for both of us this week.”

“Send me a picture.”

“I—what?” Total Zack flashbacks. My heart hammered noisily in my head, making my temples throb while my armpits prickled with fear-induced sweat.

“I meant—sorry. Was that weird?” For the first time he sounded nervous. “I just meant I like the beach. You could send me a picture of the beach. Or not. It’s—I’m not stalking you, I swear.”

My pulse throttled back a bit. Okay. Maybe he wasn’t one of those guys. His distress was so obvious, I almost wanted to laugh, but I knew it would be one of those weird, ugly laughs. Instead I managed to say, “I-I could send you a picture of the beach.”

He cleared his throat. “Yeah?”

“Sure.”

Another little silence fell and I squirmed in my seat.

“This is frustrating, isn’t it?” Justin said softly.

My stomach fluttered. “What do you mean?”

He exhaled into the microphone. “I wish we’d actually met at the airport.”

“Why’s that?”

“Because I’m pretty sure I would have asked for your number, and now I’ll never know if you’re only talking to me because you feel bad that you stole my phone.”

Was that a line? I couldn’t tell. “Oh, come on. I’m sure you say that to all the girls who fall on top of you and nearly break your laptop.”

“Well, I am a Southern boy, remember. We’re all about chivalry.” He spoke with an awful, thick accent.

“I didn’t think Southerners acknowledged the existence of Florida.”

He laughed and tried the accent again. “How dare you insult my people!”

Ugh, he was so damn charming. It wasn’t fair to be inhumanly gorgeous and charming. And yet I found myself wanting to respond in kind. “I wouldn’t dream of it, sir.” I gave him my best Scarlett O’Hara, which was, admittedly, not very good.

“That was terrible.”

“So much for chivalry.”

“I’m sure you have many fine qualities, but your Southern accent is not one of them.”

“I speak Hindi in a passable accent,” I volunteered. Which was just plain stupid, because the entire goal was to not let this guy know too much about myself. I was completely failing at keeping this professional and it had been all of thirty hours. It was no wonder I was the family disappointment.

“Seriously?” Justin pulled me back from my self-flagellation.

“Yes.” And I could say a few useful phrases in a handful of other languages as well, but I’d said enough about that thank you very much.

“Why Hindi?”

“I was born in India and I lived there until I was three.” Stop talking, Clementine.

“Why did you leave?”

“My mother was doing graduate work over there at the time.” Oh my god, stop talking, Clementine.

“That’s kind of cool.” Justin sounded genuinely impressed.

I shrugged. “I guess. It’s a real pain in the ass getting through airport security.”

“Why?” He laughed.

“I’m technically an Overseas Citizen of India, because I was born there. And that’s apparently enough to get you labeled a ‘person of interest’ by the TSA. I get searched all the time.”

“So, are you a ‘person of interest’?”

“No. I’m not even a terribly interesting person most of the time.”

“Now I know that’s not true.”

“You don’t really know me at all,” I reminded him.

“All right, tell me something else about yourself.”

“What do you want to know?” The little voice in my head telling me to stop threw up her hands in total resignation.

“I don’t know. Anything. Let’s start with your last name.”

Oh crap. Of all the things he could have asked, it had to be that.

There is one thing you learn early when you grow up in a family like mine—a lot of people will treat you differently as soon as they find out your net worth. A lesson I’d learned the hardest possible way when I was nineteen. Thus the code names and the nearly blank phone.

Of course, not everyone is after you for your money, but even if they never want a dime, most people get a little weird once they know they’re dealing with the American equivalent of royalty. My great-great-aunt was an actual English duchess, and her grandson was the current duke. You have to admit, if you found out you’d been chatting casually with a princess, you’d freak out. At least a little. Anyone would.

So even though it wasn’t Justin’s fault that we’d been forced into this odd little relationship, I did what I’d had drilled into my head: I lied.

“Davis,” I said.

“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Davis,” he said, then after a pause asked, “It is miss, right?”

I laughed. “I’m not married.”

“Just checking.”

“And you are?”

“Justin Mueller with a –u-e.” He pronounced it “Miller.”

“Hi.” I felt the familiar mixture of guilt and apprehension that I always felt when I lied to a new acquaintance.

“Well, now that we’ve been formally introduced I should get going,” he said. “My mother is watching me through the patio door and it’s giving me bad high school flashbacks.”

“My . . . friend is probably wondering what happened to me.” I’d already given more personal details about myself than I should have, so I randomly held back on saying I was with my cousin. Yeah, that’ll throw him off the scent, Clem. Nice work.

“Okay, well . . . I’m sure I’ll talk to you later,” he said. “Listen to that song I told you about, okay?”

“I will.”

We said goodbye.

I blew out a loud sigh and propped my feet on the bedpost as I lifted Justin’s phone up to eye level and tapped my way into his picture album again. There he was, gorgeous as ever.

What was wrong with me? I had seen this man in person for approximately fifteen seconds. Why on earth was I obsessing about him like this?

I pressed the power button, blanking the screen.

Then I rolled onto my stomach and powered the phone back on. I searched his music collection for the song called “Clementine” and let it play while I browsed the rest of his list. Classic rock, classic rock, classic rock. To be fair, his taste in the classics seemed to run the gamut from the almost clichéd Led Zeppelin and Rush to the less-expected Jefferson Airplane and Cream. He seemed to have it all from the ’60s, right up through today. If a band had an easily recognizable lead singer and an unmistakable guitar style, Justin was into it.

I sent him a text message: Try the playlist I’m Not Cool.

The song he’d recommended was soft, acoustic guitar, and sweet vocals. I liked it, just as he’d predicted. I smiled as I moved out of his first two playlists. The next one raised my eyebrows. It was called Original Classics, and was populated by the likes of Beethoven and Bach. Next, I checked one called Softer. There, I found the home of The Decemberists and some other more recent artists. Very alternative and generally soft, soothing music that I tended to favor myself.

It was the last playlist, however, that made me smile and get all swoony again. It was called Standards and it was inhabited by Billie Holiday, Ella Fitzgerald, Nat King Cole, and even a few more obscure performers of the Great American Songbook. I rolled onto my back again, holding his phone to my chest and feeling like I’d just been handed the last ingredient in a recipe for falling in love. Was this guy for real?

My heart was beating hard, and the phone began to slip, so I slid it farther down to rest on my stomach, just below the inverted V made by my ribs.

I wanted him. Not that I could do anything about it, but at least I could admit it. I’d wanted him since the moment I laid eyes on him, and so far he’d done nothing to discourage my desire.

christie review 4 stars

Sweet, sexy read!!!! When I first read the synopsis of Call Me, Maybe, it caught my attention. It looked like it would be something a bit different, and I was right. Two people meet by chance in an airport and accidentally end up with the other person’s cell phone. I could easily see this very scenario in a romantic comedy movie. I was hooked from the very beginning!

Clementine and Justin come from two entirely different worlds. She is rich beyond imagination…almost like royalty. He is a journalist writing for a magazine he doesn’t really like that much, but it’s a paycheck until he gets a better position. The two technically should never meet, but they do. She falls in his lap by accident in the airport, and Justin ends up with her phone when her brother accidentally switches them. They begin communicating by phone, and they end up dating after sending each other sexy messages. The relationship develops quickly, and in some books, I might not like that, but it works in this one. However, Clementine doesn’t reveal her identity because of her wealth. She’s never sure if people’s feelings for her are ever genuine. I could understand why she felt that way, but Justin never gave her any indication that he had anything but true feelings for her. To come from such a privileged background, I would have thought she would have been more confident, but she wasn’t. Learning more about her family, I could understand her lack of confidence in herself. It just proved that money can’t always buy your happiness. I did enjoy Clementine becoming her own woman though. Justin helped her do that. And speaking of Justin, what a hottie!!! He was sexy and a sweetheart! I loved the romance between them. While there was a lot of steam, it was perfectly balanced with the sweet romance that developed between them. There was some angst, but it didn’t take over the rest of the story.

This is the second book I have read by Ellie Cahill, and I love her writing! It’s sweet, sassy, and sexy! Again, I loved the concept of a chance meeting in an airport that turns into a romance. I could easily see this as one of my favorite romantic comedies on the big screen!

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Ellie Cahill is a freelance writer and also writes books
for young adults under the name Liz Czukas. She lives outside Milwaukee, Wisconsin,
with her husband, son, and the world’s loudest cat.
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Genre: Contemporary Romance/Dark Romance
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Release Date: February 9, 2016
A little sweet, a little dark just enough to ignite a spark. 
This Valentine’s Day, prepare to have your darkest desires and hottest fantasies realized in one explosive anthology as four dark romance and four contemporary romance authors join forces to bring you eight all new tantalizing tales.
 

 

From a deranged stalker to a sweet-talking matchmaker, immerse yourself in this pairing of scorching hot romance and depravity in an action-packed experience certain to satisfy all of your delicious and dark desires.

 

 

 

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DIRTY by Kimberly Blalock
My name is Oliva Basari. I escaped one hell only to be trapped into another. Darkness and fear seething through my thoughts. I fell in love, I fell in lust… Hell, I just fell. A new city, new job, new persona… In the darkness Tess became real… MY alter ego. The jab of someone or something else building in my gut until she’s all I wanted to become. Never fearing what could happen when remorse knocked on my door. Never fearing the lustful way I stalked them… The ones that couldn’t have me, that couldn’t taste me. Until I met one very, tall, dark, and forbiddingly handsome Mr. Black. He hated me, watched me with darkness in his tormented eyes. He scared me, intimidated me, left me questioning my own sanity. He was the one thing I wouldn’t let myself submit too. The way he touched me. Slid his knuckles across my flesh. But I wasn’t a single woman, I had someone that loved me for who I was or rather had feigned to be. 
In the end, we are all captured souls waiting for release or the claw scrapping escape of our own maniacal thoughts. In the end, we are all prisoners of the flesh.
 
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 REPENTANCE by Cassia Brightmore
 

 

 
Obsession is a passionate emotion. A dark blend of desire and longing; it distorts reality into twisted fantasies. How far would you go to ensure the object of your infatuation is forever in your possession? Former Deputy Sam Ridley is a man plagued by past sins. In his eyes, being sentenced to ten years in prison isn’t punishment enough for his crimes. An unwanted early parole forces him to re-join a society that looks down on him with scorn. Exiling himself to a new town is the only hope he has to escape the ghosts haunting him. Emma Danvers is a woman looking for change. Living a life of privilege has offered her opportunities without challenges. Breaking free of the constraints of family obligation, she embarks on a journey of self-discovery. Never did she expect to be catapulted into the arms of a man searching for his own new beginning. Two people thrown together in a twist of fate. One running from his past; the other chasing a brighter future. Can they be each other’s salvation? Or will any happiness they find be ripped to shreds by the deadly obsession of another? Redemption comes at a high-staked price no one is willing to pay as the Darkness Series returns for one last mind-blowing trip into the depths of despair. 
 
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 INSURMOUNTABLE by Skye Callahan
 
When a slave with no future meets a man with no boundaries, will their heated encounter ignite their lonely hearts or send them down in flames?


They took my life and freedom at the age of sixteen.
my prison
I live in their walks by their rules with the false and deluded hope that one day things will be different. That one day I’ll no longer be merely an object of their perverse fantasies. But deep in my heart I know there is only one end to my nightmare–death.
Until him…
my Master

Some call my home paradise, others know it as hell but it’s the only life I’ve ever known.
My legacy
At the age of ten, I saw my mother’s dead body carried out if our room. The organization became my family, molding and shaking me in their image, but I never forgot the lesson my mother taught me. I only live by their rules to get what I want in return… Her.
My Little Dove

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THE MATCHMAKER by Heather Dahlgren
 
 
 Amanda Thompson is a matchmaker and a damn good one. She’s a huge success in what she does for other people. For her own love life, not so much.
 Davis Hart moves home to help his sister after her divorce. He isn’t looking for romance, but his sister believes differently.   Taking it upon herself to seek out a matchmaker to find it for him.
 Finding love is exactly what Amanda and Davis need without knowing it.  Who knew a date when either were looking for more, could lead to so much?  But what if it’s built on a tiny omission of fact?
Matches can be made, but can they survive the truth?
 
 HEARTS in L.A. by Ella Emerson
 
 
Valentina Sparks was only the biggest author at the Hearts In L.A. author convention, and Carter Jackson would do anything to meet her. As a cover model, he knew his career would be set if he could charm his way onto one of her bestselling books.
 
Jessica Oliver is excited to be attending the Romance Author Convention in Los Angeles. Things are going just as she planned in her life, and she has everything figured out.
 
But, one random meeting and Carter and Jessica find themselves exactly where neither of them thought they would be. Infatuated with each other.
 
With Carter’s obsession with Valentina, and Jessica trying to overcome a life she is terrified of living, will these two souls be able to connect over the Valentine’s weekend?
 
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SAVANNAH’s DESIRE by DANIELLE JAMIE
 
This Valentine’s Day, escape to the snowy mountains of Aspen, Colorado with your favorite book couple, KAYDEN KNOX and Savannah Livingston-KNOX. It’s been almost two years since they welcomed their twins, Brayden and Colton, into the world. Since that day Savannah and KAYDEN have yet to have a romantic getaway with just the two of them…until now!
Savannah’s birthday and Valentine’s Day will be one she’ll not soon forget. So grab your skis and fuzzy handcuffs because you’re about to board the BEAUMONT jet and set out on an erotic vacation you won’t soon forget.

 

Lost in Shadows by Courtney Shockey
 
 
Love for Jasmine Marlo can be described in one word; Malcolm. Her wonderful fiancé holds her heart in the palm of his hand and always has, but he’s overseas using his MD to help a place in distress. The months he’s away, she fears for his life. She dreams of the perfect Valentine’s Day with him and prays it’ll come true. This story is quite steamy throughout, but also tugs on your heart strings. “Sometimes the outside can be misleading.”
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HEARTS IN FLORENCE by A.M. Willard
 
 
It’s not always black and white, nor is it about how much color your canvas has. It comes down to how you can connect with the ones near you, how they can cause your heart to beat faster.
Raven Bloomberg finds herself stuck in Florence, Italy over Valentine’s Day weekend. Not only has her business trip taken a turn, but she finds herself sharing a hotel room with the reason that’s caused her to be stranded. Pushed outside her comfort zone, she decides to let loose and enjoy her weekend. The only problem is; she might have enjoyed it a little too much.
Pierce Ashton has a secret that he’s not ready to share. His love for art and travel has him bouncing from country to country. But, a particular art gallery assistant has him wanting more.

Hearts in Florence is about opening your eyes to see the colors of the world, you never know what else might open up on a weekend of firsts.

 
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CARRY YOU HOME
by K. Ryan
Carry Your Heart, #2
Publication Date: February 9, 2016
Also in this series: Carry Your Heart
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, New Adult

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The conclusion to Caleb and Isabelle’s story…

Everything is going as planned, for the most part. With school, the club, and new responsibilities on the horizon, the life Caleb and Isabelle imagined together is so close they can taste it. But their happiness is also a fragile one–all it takes is one wrong turn, one stupid decision and their happily ever after shatters all over the highway.

Because as old threats resurface and new ones rise, the most deadly enemy of all lies not in outside forces, but inside the club itself. How do you follow orders when you know those orders might destroy everything you love? How do you move forward when all your best-laid plans slip right through your fingertips?

Choice breeds consequence. Hope rises from the ashes. Love weathers any storm. And in the end, every road leads home.

**Carry You Home is not a standalone and is the sequel to Carry Your Heart. It is intended for readers 18 and older**

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Isabelle

Both of his hands settled around my face now and overwhelmed by his closeness and drunk on the emotions he’d resurrected in me, I closed the short space between us and pressed my lips gently into his. Caleb stilled for only a moment, no doubt startled by the fact that I was the one initiating this, but I was way past the point of no return now, and he recovered a heartbeat later, tightening his hold on my face, somehow pulling me even closer to him.

It started slow and tender as our mouths tentatively became reacquainted with each other and I couldn’t help the soft moan in the back of my throat just at tasting him again. It had been so long since I’d felt this, I’d honestly forgotten what his lips felt like…or maybe I’d just forced myself to forget. But there was no denying how good this felt, how at home I felt as his hands slid all the way around my waist.

Suddenly, I was moving in the air as he spun us around to press me back into the island. He gripped my hips to hoist me up onto the counter and my legs wrapped around his waist to help him sink in even deeper before I had a moment to recover.

His tongue pushed its way through my mouth and as his rough, familiar hands skimmed up the back of my shirt, just stopping at the edge of my bra. I shivered in his arms and wondered fleetingly if this was just all a dream. If I’d wake up any moment now, alone in my bed, and wondering what the hell just happened. But his lips were still moving over mine, tasting and taking everything I offered to him, eagerly giving it right back to me.

My hands wound their way around the back of his neck and gripped the top of his head as he ground my hips down against the hardness in his jeans. Just as I leaned my forehead against his to sigh into his lips, a loud cough jerked me out of the whirlwind I’d stumbled into it.

My hands dropped away from Caleb’s face and I turned just in time to see my dad shuffling toward the refrigerator. Caleb jolted and hustled out from between my legs to put some space between us. He ran a hand over his head as if to smooth the hair he didn’t really have there and my dad cast a wary glance over his shoulder at us.

“Don’t mind me,” he chuckled. “Just needed something to drink.”

“Sorry, Dad,” I murmured and bit down on my bottom lip as I slid off the counter.

My dad met my eyes briefly before turning his attention to Caleb. “Where are you planning on sleeping tonight?”

Caleb cleared his throat roughly. “The couch.”

“Good,” he nodded and shut the fridge door as he turned to us with a water bottle in his hand. “Probably best to take it slow, huh?”

I opened my mouth to protest, but for the life of me, I couldn’t find any words to say. My dad just waved goodnight and disappeared around the stairwell. When my eyes found Caleb again, he was staring slack-jawed after my dad and he shook his head.

“Wow.”

“Yeah,” I laughed. “That wasn’t embarrassing or anything.”

Instead of responding, he tucked his hands deep in his pockets and grinned at me.

“I should, um,” I swallowed hard, already backpedalling toward the same hallway my dad had just disappeared to. “I should get to bed. I’ll see you in the morning?”

“I’ll be here,” he nodded. “Sweet dreams, Iz.”

I waved awkwardly because there was no way in hell I was getting out of this gracefully and I scrambled up the stairs, practically running my dad over in the process, and didn’t stop until my old bedroom door was shut safely behind me.

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CARRY YOUR HEART
by K. Ryan
Carry Your Heart, #1
Publication Date: July 14, 2015
Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, New Adult, MC

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When Isabelle Martin steps onto Sawyer Auto Repair’s parking lot, she can’t believe it’s come to this. After dropping out of a school she never really wanted to go to in the first place and dumping a boyfriend she never really loved to begin with, she thought coming home to Claremont, North Carolina would solve all her problems. Instead, she’s still reeling from her mom’s death six months earlier and trying, but failing to help her dad, who’s sunken deep into a whiskey-fueled depression. Working in the local, motorcycle club-owned, auto shop’s office is a last resort, but it’s the only option she has…even if it means working with Caleb Sawyer, the bad-boy biker with swagger to spare who used to drive her up the wall in high school.

Caleb Sawyer is on the fast-track to a downward spiral. He used to think he had the world at his feet–all he has to do is be patient, earn his keep in the club and in the shop, and his legacy within the Iron Horsemen MC will be his for the taking when the time is right. But that just doesn’t mean anything without his old lady by his side, who wants to leave Claremont more than she wants to stay with him. When the bottom finally drops out, nothing prepares him for the impact and he deals with it the only way he knows how–with whiskey and women. Despite all that, being around Isabelle Martin, the girl whose feathers he ruffled so easily in high school, somehow brings him back to life. She doesn’t take any of his crap, but she calls him on it without judgment and without pity.

Despite some initial animosity, Caleb and Isabelle quickly realize that the perceptions they had of each other in high school couldn’t be further from the truth. The more time they spend together, the closer they become and the more they gravitate towards each other. Both are at a crossroads, but stuck in reverse. Isabelle needs help; she just doesn’t know how to ask for it. Caleb needs a life preserver; he just doesn’t know where to find one. And ultimately, on the path to rediscovery and identity, all roads lead them to exactly what they need–each other.

**New adult/contemporary romance told in alternating points of view. Recommended for readers 18 and older.**

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K. Ryan

K. Ryan is a former English teacher, who graduated from the University of Wisconsin-Stevens Point in 2009. When not writing, she’s either binge-watching something on Netflix, running, reading, or cheering on the Packers. She lives in the Green Bay area with her crazy-supportive boyfriend and the best decision of her adult life, a not-so-stray cat named Oliver.

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