The ‘tale as old as time’ has always been a lie…

 

There was no such thing as a “beautiful girl who stumbles into an enchanted castle and falls for a beast.”

My older sister is a liar, and she’s always been far more calculated than that.

 

I don’t blame you for buying into her compelling fairytale, though.

She’s always been an incredible storyteller.

 

Truth is, deep in The Whispering Woods, far past the Seven Sinful Kingdoms, several secrets remain untold.

They’ve lain dormant for centuries, protecting the true hero of this story, a dominant “villain” destined for Hell…

 

Until now, until me.

The other Belle…

The first novel in a beautiful, heartbreaking new trilogy from Paullina Simons, the international bestselling author of Tully and The Bronze Horseman.

Can true love ever die?

Julian lives a charmed life in Los Angeles. Surrounded by friends, he is young, handsome, and runs a successful business. Everything changes after he has a fateful encounter with a mysterious young woman named Josephine. Julian’s world is turned upside down by a love affair that takes him—and everyone else in his life—by storm. For the two new lovers, the City of Angels is transformed into a magical playground.

But Josephine is not what she seems and carries secrets that threaten to tear them apart—seemingly forever.

A broken man, his faith in tatters, Julian meets a mysterious stranger who tells him how to find Josephine again if he is willing to give up everything and take a death-defying trip from which no one has ever returned.

So begins Julian and Josephine’s extraordinary adventure of love, loss, and the mystical forces that bind people across time and space. It is a journey that propels Julian toward an impossible choice which will lead him to love fulfilled…or to oblivion.

The Tiger Catcher takes readers from the depths of despair to the dizzying heights of joy in the first novel of an unforgettable trilogy of love lost and found. For all fans of Outlander, The Time Traveler’s Wife, and Jojo Moyes.

Love was just the beginning … The second novel in Paullina Simons’ stunning End of Forever saga continues the heartbreaking story of Julian and Josephine, and a love that spans lifetimes. Sometimes a second chance is your only hope.

Is there a fate beyond the fates? Julian has failed Josephine once. Despite grave danger and impossible odds, he is determined to do the unimaginable and try again to save the woman he loves.

What follows is a love story like no other as the doomed lovers embark on an incredible adventure across time and space. Racing through history and against the merciless clock, they face countless dangers and deadly enemies.

Living amid beauty and ecstasy, bloodshed and betrayal, each time they court and cheat death brings Julian and Josephine closer to an unthinkable sacrifice and a confrontation with the harshest master of all…destiny.

‘Paullina Simons knows how to keep you turning the pages’ Courier Mail

Don’t miss The Tiger Catcher, the stunning first End of Forever novel!

Against all odds, the dog walker gets the girl…

 

Addison

Never knowing if someone is genuinely interested in me or my family’s money keeps my guard up. So when he shows up, my instant hatred for his good looks and sexy smile is no surprise.

I soon discover that Cole isn’t who I think he is, but I’m afraid to lower my walls and let him in. After his relentless pursuing, I find myself being led down a path I never thought possible.

 

Cole

I never thought I deserved to have the white picket fence life – until her. The last thing I expect to find when I knock on my client’s door is the answer to my deepest desires.

One look and I know Addison is out of my league. That will not stop me from trying to make her mine… but my past might.

I want her more now than I did yesterday.

“Cole let’s get one thing straight. We’ve fucked, last night was no different. That’s all this is, two consenting adults scratching an itch, nothing more nothing less. If you think you’ve any claim over me, you’re wrong. Do us both a favor and leave me alone.”

She turns around and continues searching for clothes, grabbing her arm I spin her around and use my body to force her backward toward the wall of the closet. My left-hand reaches out, sweeping clothes out of the way, so I have space to pin her to the wall with my body. Running my nose along the curve of her neck, I feel a shiver run through her body before I nip at her ear.

“I said I wasn’t done with you.” Letting go of her arm, my right-hand rips the towel from between us and I slide my hand down her body. Skimming my finger between her lips, she’s already wet for me.

“Your pussy belongs to me. The sooner you realize that, the better it’ll be for both of us.” Using my foot, I widen her legs so I can slide my finger into her hot core. She moans in pleasure as I curl my finger, brushing against the bundle of nerves that I know will have her seeing stars in no time. Slowly, I pump my fingers in and out, getting a steady rhythm, as I grind my rock-hard cock into her stomach. Sensing my need, Addy reaches down to unbutton my jeans, releasing my cock. She licks her hand from wrist to the tip of her fingers, before gripping my cock tightly and stroking me in the perfect rhythm.

“Please.” Addy grips my cock tighter in her hand.

“So now you beg for me? I thought it was a quick fuck, nothing more.” I pull my fingers from her pussy, slipping them into my mouth to lick them clean.

Releasing her grip on my cock, I see fire in her eyes. “Either fuck me or get out. I don’t have time for your bullshit.”

“Oh, I’ll fuck you, but I want you to beg me first,” I stated as I tuck my cock back into my jeans. I almost whimper in pain as I start to button them up, I want to pound her pussy into submission, but I don’t beg. I never have and never will, she needs to understand who she belongs too.

“I won’t beg.”

“Well, you don’t get my cock, darlin’. You know where to find me when you’re ready to admit who your pussy belongs to.”

With herculean effort, I turn to leave, but before I do, I check the top drawer of her dresser. I originally was looking for another set of panties, but what I found was an even better prize.  Right on top, is an assortment of dildos, vibrators, and special lubricants. “I’m taking these with me. The only dick that’s going in that pussy is mine.”

Addy grabs her towel off the floor to cover up with, a shocked expression on her face, as I gather up all her toys. Closing the drawer with a slam, I grab a bag from the floor, exit the closet, and make my way down the stairs. I only make it half way down before Addy lets out a blood-curdling scream of frustration from the top of the stairs.

“You told her she would have to beg, didn’t you?” Heather asks as I make my way through the kitchen to the back door.

“Yup, and I took all of her toys too. She’ll be begging for me in no time.”

“Fuck you, Cole. She was bad enough before she had an orgasm, now this shit’s going to be unbearable. I’m going to get her laid as payback.”

Dropping my goodies on the counter, I turn around quickly freezing Heather in place with my eyes. “Get in my way, little one, and you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, you’re sexy as hell when you get all possessive.”

I lean over and place a kiss on her forehead. “That’s gross, I really don’t want to fuck my sister.”

“That’s the same thing I told Addy!”

“We tried and failed. We are too much alike, and you know it, like siblings. No spark at all, Addy is the something I need. The piece I didn’t know I was missing until I found it.”

Pushing against my chest, Heather heads toward the sink. “Enough with the mushy. I’ll try to talk some sense into her. I don’t want two of my favorite people hating each other for the rest of my life.” She looks over her shoulder with a huge grin on her face.

I lean down and grab my prizes off the counter and head to the door. “If you and Wyatt ever pull your heads out of your asses, we can all live happily ever after. He already knows if he breaks your heart, I’ll kick his ass.”

Heather lets out a full belly laugh as I shut the door. I know it seems shitty going after her cousin, but her and I never worked out. I was fine with the meaningless sex until I met Addy. Now, after our night together, I know she’s mine, and I won’t stop until I have her.

If Addy wants to play games, we can play. Either way, the result will be the same, me fucking her senseless while she screams my name for the rest of our lives.

I’m an all-or-nothing man—100 percent focused on whatever has my attention.

 

First it was serving my country in the Special Forces. Then it was building my business. Right now it’s the hot blonde at the bar who’s about to become another notch on my bedpost.

 

But women never keep my attention for more than a night.

 

Until I peel off Skylar Anderson’s clothes and her mask starts to crumble, showing me glimpses of the girl she’s hiding. She’s funny, sexy and vulnerable and throws me out of bed before I can catch my breath and suggest breakfast.

 

When I start my last undercover job on a yacht, turns out, she’s one of the crew. I try, but I can’t look away.

 

Her high ponytail shows off her kissable neck that tastes like summer.

 

Her short uniform reveals the killer legs that were wrapped around me last night.

 

And her provocative smile? I know what that mouth is capable of.

 

I want to explore her body, discover her secrets and sail off into the sunset with her.

 

I might want to go all in for Skylar, but she should stay away from me. I’ve got secrets of my own and they can only bring her trouble.

 

This is a stand-alone novel.

“Did I tell you how beautiful you look tonight?”

For some reason, Landon’s compliment didn’t make me wince the way some men’s comments did. Everything about him was different and it had thrown me off kilter. His warm breath on my neck shouldn’t have made me shiver. He shouldn’t ease the ever-present knot in my stomach or have me wanting to slide my hand into his as we walked. He shouldn’t make me feel safe. “You didn’t.”

“Well, you do. Not that it’s any surprise.”

“Because you’re a gentleman who prefers blondes,” I said, nudging him gently with my elbow, trying to lighten the mood.

He pulled in a breath and scraped his hand through his hair. “I’m beginning to think I’m a man who just prefers you.”

I focused on the cobbled street in front of us. “Me?” Had I been mistaken about the ex-girlfriend in town or the girl on Tinder? I tried to hold my breath to ensure I heard his reply.

“Yeah, you. I like you. More and more.”

My stomach swooped, and I tried to think of a response. My head was telling me to run. Far away. I didn’t want to fall for anyone. I’d worked hard to stay single all these years—to keep away from temptation. But now, temptation right in front of me, I found myself rooted to the spot, wanting to know what was next. “Okay.”

“Okay?” he asked.

I nodded, unsure of what to say. Unsure of how I felt. I knew I found Landon attractive.

I knew I liked him too. But I also knew that I’d been single all these years for a reason.

He wrapped his large hand around my upper arm to steady me when I stumbled over a loose cobblestone. We stopped, and I looked up at him as he swept his thumb across my cheekbone. “I’m only going to ask you this once, and you don’t have to decide now, but stay with me tonight?”

“Landon . . .” Somehow, I couldn’t say no to him, even though I knew I shouldn’t say yes.

“Think about it.”

Kyle Hicks started with nothing. Now he’s a self-made man. And as luck would have it, his latest project as a real estate developer lands him in Cliffside Bay with his very best friends, The Dogs. At the end of his grueling work days, Kyle’s got just enough time left for his buddies and not much else. Except maybe another of his many no-strings-attached trysts with whatever sexy lady catches his eye.

Violet Ellis is struggling. She’s a single mother, the proprietor of a near-failing shop, and a champion for the historical integrity of her dear Cliffside Bay. She has enough to deal with between her three-year-old son and her languishing business, but she’s still prepared to take on real estate mogul Kyle Hicks to save the charm of the place she calls home.

When a twist of fate forces these two to put aside their differences and rely on one another, they just might find that sometimes the strongest love grows out of the hurts and the scars that we carry with us always.

The fourth installment of The Cliffside Bay Series by bestselling author Tess Thompson follows the interwoven stories of five best friends, the beach community they love, and the women who captivate them. Prepare to get lost in a wave of small town charm, men you want to take home to your mother, and smart, resilient heroines you wished lived next door.

 

Like most of her characters, Tess Thompson hails from a small town and will always feel like a small town girl, despite the fact she’s lived in Seattle for over twenty-five years. She loves music and dancing, books and bubble baths, cooking and wine, movies and snuggling. She cries at sappy commercials and thinks kissing in the rain should be done whenever possible. Although she tries to act like a lady, there may or may not have been a few times in the last several years when she’s gotten slightly carried away watching the Seattle Seahawks play, but that could also just be a nasty rumor.

She currently lives in a suburb of Seattle, Washington with her brand new husband, the hero of her own love story, and their Brady Bunch clan of two sons, two daughters and five cats, all of whom keep her too busy, often confused, but always amazed. Yes, that’s four kids and five cats. Pray for her.

The only thing more hilarious than the movies is… real life?! Fall in love with the hot new romantic comedy series from USA Today bestselling author, Lila Monroe!

 

Stylist Gemma Jones is competing for a once-in-a-lifetime promotion. All she has to do is take some fashion-backward guy from geek to GQ-worthy. The only problem? The man in question is her hairy manwhore of a next-door neighbor. AKA Bigfoot.

 

Zach Morrison has zero interest in being Gemma’s makeover mannequin. Sure, it’s fun getting his smart-mouthed neighbor all riled up, but after cashing out of his tech start-up and going through an ugly break-up, he’s taking a permanent vacation. If he wants to wear sweatpants and sleep on a mattress in the corner of an empty apartment—

Maybe he needs a little push in the right direction. But as Gemma races the clock to win her bet, she finds that Bigfoot’s been hiding a few things under his baggy flannel shirts. Like abs of steel, and a surprisingly big…

 

Heart. He has a big heart.

 

Soon, sparks are flying between this unlikely couple, but can Zach embrace a fresh start – however manscaped it might be? And will Gemma beat out her fashionista rival for the top spot – and keep the truth about their bet from Zach?

 

Find out in the hot and hilarious new romance from “the reigning queen of rom-com”, USA Today bestselling author Lila Monroe.

 

The Chick Flick Club series:

1. How to Choose a Guy in 10 Days
2. You’ve Got Male (Jan 2019)
3. Frisky Business (May 2019)

One of us is innocent and the other far from it.

 

College senior Willow Young has two goals this year: to graduate and lose her v-card. The first seems easy and the second almost impossible. Guys don’t notice her when Celeste, her roommate and step-sister, is considered the hottest girl on campus. When Ashton Westborough, a gorgeous football player, comes to her rescue in more ways than one, she stupidly falls hard for him even though the walls to his heart are impenetrable.

 

When they end up in his room… his bed, he is powerless to stop what happens next.

 

Ashton has no intention of playing professional football after graduation no matter how good he is. Though he has no idea where the future will lead him, anywhere is better than the shitty childhood he endured. One thing he knows for sure is that he’s done with love. The idea of using mindless sex to forget the past may be the best idea. When Willow and her mass of sunlit curls repeatedly find their way in his tortured thoughts, he vows not to let his darkness consume her. After one sizzling night together, he’s the one surprised to find himself unable to let go.

One night of complete surrender is all it takes.

 

Gareth Harris is Manchester United’s reclusive star defender. He has control over all aspects of his life. But a lifetime of supporting his siblings and filling in for an emotionally absent father has taken its toll.

 

Sloan Montgomery is a clothing stylist whose world was turned upside down when she found herself pregnant and moving to Manchester with a man who was never supposed to be her forever. Now recently divorced and struggling with shared custody of her daughter, control is a fleeting concept for this American living in England.

 

Both Gareth and Sloan are in need of a release.

 

A moment in time where they can forget about their pasts and family pressures…and just…

 

…surrender.

 

No one could predict what happens when both of their defences are down.

 

Surrender is part one of The Final Harris Brother Duet and concludes with Dominate. The Final Harris Brother Duet reads great as a duo, but to maximize enjoyment, check out the first three brothers’ books in Challenge, Endurance, and Keeper.

To dominate one’s heart is to truly be free.

After the harrowing attack against Gareth and Sloan, there are more than just physical wounds that must be healed.

Recovering and moving on from their dark pasts is the only way they can truly find their bright futures.

Who will surrender? And who will dominate?

Wall Street Journalbestselling author Ilsa Madden-Mills and USA Todaybestselling author Tia Louise are back with an all-new romantic comedy filled with Southern sass and steamy scenes that will have you laughing out loud and fanning yourself. Pour the sweet tea and get ready…

 

“The best way to get over your sh**ty ex-fiancé is to get under a shiny new stud…”

 

As soon as Mr. Tall, Blond, and Handsome walks into that bar, I know he’s the hook-up I need to get over stupid Cheater Kyle.

 

A few stolen kisses in a dark hallway, and I’m pretty sure we’re headed for a home run—until he disappears without a trace.

 

Whatever. Men are all snakes in the grass, and I don’t need a new one anyway.

 

I resolve to forget about his perfect lips (and chest of steel) and instead focus on turning my Granny’s old beach house into a profitable B&B.

 

What I don’t expect is for him to show up the next day in my kitchen!

 

You see, my sexy mystery man is none other than Jax Roland, the drop-dead gorgeous home improvement star of The Right Stud, and he’s got an offer I can’t refuse.

 

With a suitcase in one hand and a hammer in the other, he wants to move in and renovate my old house while he films his new show.

 

But my roommate has secrets, and they threaten to rip our blossoming friendship—and possible love—apart.

 

When push comes to shove, is Jax really The Right Studor is he just another nail in the coffin of love?

Jax

At the top of the hill, the kitchen is lit up like a beacon in the night, and soft strains of Motown drift down to my ears. Ashton moves around the room, slow-dancing with a bowl in her arms.

Her lips move, and I think she’s singing along as she stirs. My stomach tightens as I watch her slowly sway in the yellow light. She’s wearing a thin dress, and her dark hair is tied in a loose ponytail at the back of her neck. A few strands hang in pretty curls around her face.

Her eyes close as she puts the wooden spoon in her mouth, and I swallow the need in my throat. They blink open again, and she smiles as if she’s thinking about something naughty. I can’t take it.

My scalp is tight. The blood surges hot in my veins, burning under my skin as I charge up the path. I’m up the stairs, crossing the porch to the screen door leading into the kitchen. The door slams behind me, and she spins around, hazel eyes wide.

“Jax… Where did you go? I was just thinking—”

“I had to stay away. I thought I could distract myself, refocus…” I close the space between us in two steps and pull her soft body against mine. My hands grip her too hard, my voice is too rough. “I can’t stop thinking about you, about how much I want you.”

Her eyes darken, and she reaches out to put the bowl on the counter. “But we have to work together. It could cause problems…”

“Tell me to stop, and I will.”

Every muscle in my body aches, waiting for her answer. Music floats in the air around us and everything is poised, waiting for what she’s about to say.

Her pink lips part. Her tongue touches her bottom lip, and she says the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Don’t stop.”

Our mouths are together before she finishes speaking. Tongues unite, curling and caressing. She tastes like wine and sweet sugar. I pull her lips, nipping her with my teeth, devouring her. She moans, and it registers straight to my rigid cock.

Reaching down, I grasp her smooth thighs, dragging her skirt higher and tracing my fingers along the line of her panties, dipping inside to feel her slick and wet.

“Jax…” She gasps, and I lift her off her feet, carrying her to the stairs.

Her mouth is on my neck. I feel her taste me as she follows a trail of burning kisses up to my ear before pulling it between her lips. I groan deeply at the sensation. The heat in my pelvis, the pressure, is blanking my mind. I take the steps two at a time, crossing the landing and pushing through my door, kicking it closed.

She’s on her feet, and our mouths are together again. We kiss like ravenous animals. Our hands are everywhere, fumbling with buttons, ripping at fabric. My jeans are long gone. Her soft breast is in my hand. Did I tear her dress?

She tugs at my shirt, and I step back, ripping it over my head. Then we’re together again, her body so soft against mine, cool to my hot, delicate to my strong.

I kiss her shoulder, biting her skin as she makes those delicious little moans. She touches my stomach, tracing her hand down to my length. I groan, threading my fingers in the ends of her dark, silky hair to give it a slight pull. Her chin lifts, and I cover her mouth again, drinking her in, consuming her desire like a drug…

Willow. Flower shop owner and commoner.

I was her king, a ruthless and brutal ruler who didn’t back down.
And from the moment I saw her I knew she was mine. I had to have her, not just in my bed but also by my side. As my queen.

So I had her taken from her home and made a deal with her. I’d make sure her ailing mother was taken care of and pay off her debts if she agreed to one thing.

Be my wife and carry my heir.

What I wanted I got, and the only thing that I wanted more than all the riches and jewels in the world was her. Willow.

 

Warning: Get your fancy clothes on—or off depending on how you roll—and get ready to dive into one hell of a royal love story. It’s got everything that presses your book buttons: a safe read that’s swoony, filthy, and delivers a HEA. It’s true what they say about this king … he does always get what he wants.

I inhaled her panties again, that sweet scent of her pussy making my cock jerk in response. I was going to tear up her pretty virgin cunt, make it mine. She’d take all of my cock as I filled her womb with my seed, putting my heir deep inside of her, making sure she was linked to me forever.
Placing my hand between her thighs again—right over her now bared pussy—I added pressure. “Your cunt tells me you like what I’m doing, that even if you’re trying to be strong you know that I’m the only one who can give you what you need,” I growled out low. “You’re fucking soaked and it’s all because of me.”
I held up my hand, my fingers glistening from her wetness. “Open for me, Willow.” She widened her eyes but did as I said. I slipped my fingers into her mouth, made her taste herself.
“Lick them clean.”
She ran her tongue along the digits, sucking the cream off of them, and couldn’t help but make a small noise in the back of her throat.
“You like it, don’t you?” I said low, wanting to hear her say the words. I removed them from her mouth, took a half a step back, and dropped to my haunches in front of her, her pussy on display, my face right there, seeing it all.
“Fuck, I like that your cunt is mine now, that no one will ever fucking taste you, know how tight you are, how wet and pink you are when you’re turned on.”
I blew a warm breath on her pussy. I lifted my hands and framed her cunt, and pulled her lips apart with my thumbs. My groan was deep and filled with an arousal that no doubt matched hers.
“Spread your legs for me, Willow. I’m going to lick and suck at this little pussy until you come all over my face.”
She did as I ordered and I gripped the back of her knee and brought it over my shoulder, having her pussy spread obscenely wide. And then I had my mouth on her cleft, my tongue parting her folds as I ate her out almost violently.
I had one hand back on her ass, keeping her pressed to my mouth as I did exactly what I wanted with her. Squeezing the fleshy mound, I groaned against her soaked pussy at the same time I dipped my tongue into her body. Fucking her with my tongue and lips, I gently scraped my teeth along her flesh.
I lifted the hand that I had on the back of her knee and moved it between her thighs. As soon as my thumb touched her clit she came for me.
“That’s it,” I said against her swollen flesh as I continued to eat her out.
A low cry left her and she speared her hands in my hair and ground her pussy into my face.
“Fuck,” I groaned.
I gave her pussy one last long lick, like I was sucking on a lollipop, making sure I got all of her flavor, and then I stood. I grabbed her ass again and pulled her forward, letting her feel the hard length of my erection pressed into her belly.