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Romancing Austin
Blurb
Former rock star Dex Reed throws a wild comeback party in
his Austin
penthouse, and seven romances heat up the night.
No Quitting Allowed by Rebecca Royce
One last assignment and then Lana is quitting her job,
quitting Austin ,
and moving on with her life. Until Jake stumbles into her and changes the
direction of her whole world.
Twisted by Cara Carnes
Caleb "Colt" Douglas agreed to close out Twisted
Delirium's sold out world tour with a gig at SXSW for one reason--win back the
woman he left behind.
Do Over by Chandra Ryan
When life offers Juliana a fresh start, will she follow her
heart or play it safe?
Consortium by Riley Bancroft
Record exec Holt Michaelson married the enigmatic Chloe to
keep his assets safe from a vindictive competitor, but after a fiery encounter
with his new wife, he's determined to claim her as his own, body and soul.
Tall Order by Irene Preston
Dylan made the worst mistake of his life when he chose his
career over Aston, but tonight he'll take a risk on Aston even if it's too
late.
Enchanted by Evelyn Berry
Stripped of her magic, fairy princess Aurora is torn between
her duty to her imperiled family and to a brilliant musician who holds the key
to their freedom...and her heart.
One Night with the Vampire by Jax Garren
Tonight Alex will finally possess the woman he's craved, but
Sofia 's
dangerous family secrets threaten to tear them apart.
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Excerpt from No Quitting Allowed by Rebecca Royce
“You’re staring at me.” She set her glass on the bar and it
made a large clink.
“You’re beautiful. It’s easy to look at you.”
She waved her hand as if to indicate the room. “Stare at someone else.”
He looked around for no other reason than to appease her. She was a woman who
needed a break. How badly did you have to be pushed to shove a bag and your job
at your boss?
He caught the gazes of two of his employees. They waved with a lot of gusto. He
grinned. They’d be hung over in the morning. It was a good thing he’d given
them a few days off to enjoy South by Southwest. Employees weren’t productive
when they’d rather be somewhere else.
“Nope,” he turned back to Lana, “I think I’d rather focus all my attention on
you.”
“Why? Don’t you want to gaze at Dexter adoringly?”
“Let’s try a new refrain. We’ve had the Dexter back and forth already. I’ve
registered it. You hate him. I don’t care one way or another about DBR. I
listen to eighties’ punk. How about you?”
She pursed her lips. Whatever she was about to say, he’d wager money she would
shout it. He could feel it in his bones. In their short acquaintance, Lana
liked to yell. God, she was really going to be an exciting person to know.
So completely impolite on the street—and he had to admit, in the elevator. Yet,
when she’d collided with him in her haste to get away from DBR, she’d
apologized. Somewhere in all her bluster was a huge heart. He could see her
light.
“I enjoy listening to Broadway musicals.” She shouted the fifth word, exactly
as he’d known she would. “And any other music found in New
York City .”
“Ah, I can feel an Austin
dig coming on. And your criticism of my beloved city, I won’t take. Hate DBR
all you want. Hate Austin ?
No, ma’am, no one with a soul can hate my city.”
The full blaze of Lana’s temper turned on him and all straight from her eyes.
What did it say about him that he got so fucking hard? Tonight would be an
important turning point in his life; he could feel revelations buzzing in his
bones. By the end of the evening, he would know himself better.
Life was funny. The universe showed him truths at the most unexpected times.
He’d known when he saw her on the street he had to purposely bump into her. She
was a woman he needed to become acquainted with.
“Have you ever been to Manhattan ?”
He smiled. “Sure.”
“And you wouldn’t rather be there than anywhere else in the universe?”
He threw his head back and laughed.
“Right, Lana, baby.” He had to add the last bit to watch her color rise. “I’m
right where I want to be.”
Her grin twisted. “Hey, can I ask you a question?”
“Sure.” Her query would be great, her
mind had so far taken her mouth to really unusual statements.
“If any of the bedrooms in here are unoccupied, would you want to fuck me? A
really big quasi-anonymous romp in the sheets? Immediately?”
As a teenager, I would hide in my room to read my favorite
romance novels when I was supposed to be doing my homework. I hope, these days,
that my parents think it was worth it.
I am the mother of three adorable boys and I am fortunate to
be married to my best friend. I live in Austin Texas where I am determined to
eat all the barbecue in town.
I am in love with science fiction, fantasy, and the
paranormal and try to use all of these elements in my writing. I've been told
I'm a little bloodthirsty so I hope that when you read my work you'll enjoy the
action packed ride that always ends in romance. I love to write series because
I love to see characters develop over time and it always makes me happy to see
my favorite characters make guest appearances in other books.
In my world anything is possible, anything can happen, and
you should suspect that it will.
I'd love to hear from you!
Cheers!!
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Excerpt from Twisted by Cara Carnes
His hands settled on my hips as hot breath fanned my pulse.
Winding my fingers with his, I took a few deep breaths and regarded the lights
of Austin
sprawled before us. My head spun. Whether from the four shots or the musky heat
enveloping me, it didn’t matter.
I’d lost my mind. Bring on the cute, white jacket with the shiny buckles in the
back. Maybe a few months of self-hugs and padded rooms would knock sense into
me. Seven years and I still reacted like he was the sun in my universe. My
damned, traitorous body refused to loosen its grip on what’d once been.
Whatever rash judgment call I’d made to land myself on the highest balcony in Austin with Caleb holding
me undid every step away from the past. The decision had little to do with
exorcising the demons I’d battled and everything to do with the grand what-if
my inner dreamer refused to let die.
What if he hadn’t left me? What if I’d fought to remain at his side?
The old me didn’t fight, scrabble for what was hers. She toed the line and
remained unnoticed. Uncomplicated.
What a fucking stupid bitch.
“You’re scrunching your nose,” he accused with a chuckle. “What are you
thinking about so intensely?”
I stilled under the implication. He
remembered my tells? Answering meant going down the serious road.
Tequila-filled Shasta had zero business opening the serious vault. Not when
hussy Shasta was primed and ready to carouse.
Tonight. I’d give myself tonight to bask in the chemical imbalance Caleb
Douglas created. I’d revel in the delirium and pretend the seven years we’d
been separated meant nothing and I somehow stood a chance of competing against
the millions of people filling the chasm between the man I loved and who he’d
become, a rock sensation capable of having any woman he wanted.
“Why are you here? Why me?”
“It’s always been you, Shasta Monohan.”
Born in small-town Texas ,
Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon
Bon Jovi's wife all before the age of 13.
In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed
somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with
family and friends. When she's not cemented to her chair, Cara loves traveling,
photography and reading.
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Excerpt from Do Over by Chandra Ryan
Luke Sinclair should give his full attention to the band
playing on stage. Listening to musicians and finding the next big thing was,
after all, his job. But he couldn’t. Not tonight. No matter how hard he tried,
he found the young lady sitting across from him far more interesting.
Which probably tells me all I need to
know about the band.
She was good looking, but pretty girls weren’t exactly a rarity in Austin . And since the
festival, South by Southwest, was in full swing, lovely women were a dime a
dozen. No, it wasn’t her appearance holding him captive. He couldn’t look away
because she seemed to be so removed from the fun going on around her—and not in
an arrogant or ironic way. She sat in the middle of the best party of the year,
but her attention seemed focused the table in front of her. With her glazed
over eyes, she appeared a thousand miles away. What could be keeping her from
engaging in the scene with all the other patrons in the bar?
Sighing for probably the tenth time, she swirled the amber liquid around in the
bottom of her glass. She hadn’t taken a single drink since he’d been watching
her. She only played with it. Teased it with the promise of sliding past her
full lips and down her slender throat. But in the end she denied the drink as
she denied the atmosphere around her.
When she looked over and caught him staring at her, he stood. He’d obsessed
about her long enough. He wasn’t a teenager. He didn’t gawk at women from afar.
It was time he introduced himself.
After grabbing his drink, he made his way over to her table and smiled. “I do
believe you’re cheating your drink out of its destiny.”
Her expression changed from one of melancholy to confusion. “I’m sorry?”
“It’s not me you should be apologizing to, angel.” He nudged his way between
her and the person to her left to sit on the crowded bench next to her. “That
poor whiskey is dying to be tasted.”
She glanced at her drink as if she finally remembered it. “Oh.” She focused her
attention on him again. “Wait. How would you know what my whiskey wants?”
“I happen to have a lot in common with whiskey. We’re spirit brothers.”
“Are you, now?” She lifted the glass and took a slow sip. “You’re both
certainly bold.”
“Life doesn’t favor the weak.”
Being from a rather nomadic family, Chandra Ryan loves to
travel and meet people. But she’s found that sometimes, like when you’re stuck
inside because of a good old-fashioned Southwestern heat wave, you have to make
do. Fortunately for her and her loving family, who don’t like seeing her suffer
from cabin fever, she’s found creating new people and places equally as
fascinating. Also, you’re a lot less likely to spill your ice tea.
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Excerpt from Consortium by Riley Bancroft
“So you marry a stranger to escape instead?” He pursed his
lips into a thin line, narrowing his gaze on her.
“Why now?” She stomped her foot. “Why are we having this conversation now and
not three weeks ago before we said ‘I do?’”
“I didn’t realize then that your fiancé would show up, demanding you back.”
“He’s not my fiancé. You’re my husband.” Exasperated, she took his hand in
hers. “There’s no reason to think for one second that I will leave. I’m not
going anywhere.”
“And what about when you decide you need more? Hmm?” He took a step closer
boxing her in against the side of their house. “What about when you want a
relationship? When you want somebody to love you?”
Her heart dropped. After Adam tore her soul to shreds, she hadn’t wanted to be
with anyone again, to go through the ache of being heartbroken and depressed.
She’d written off men, figuring she would be better off alone. Yet, Holt
offered her a different type of security, one she thought would satisfy her. It
was a relationship with some benefits—not all.
“What about you? Do you plan on having affairs to keep yourself happy? You know
this door swings both ways.”
“I already told you Chloe, I wouldn’t. My words should be good enough for you.”
He rubbed his chin in slow back and forth strokes.
She took a deep breath and exhaled with force, trying to understand where their
conversation headed. “I’m not going anywhere. This is you and me.”
He placed his palm against the stone exterior of the house right next to her
head, effectively caging her. “I guess we’ll see after this weekend. You will be attending a South-by-Southwest
party tomorrow night as my wife.”
As he said ‘my wife,’ her heartbeat sped up and warmth blossomed in her core.
“Wha—I—what?”
“Dex Reed is throwing a party at his condo. There are rumors that he’s thinking
of leaving his label to start his own and I want to sign him. I need you to be
by my side to win him over with your charm and I will be introducing you as my
wife.” Wife.
About Riley Bancroft
Riley Bancroft grew up in the heart of Dallas . Ever since she was little she favored
stories on the darker side, not only supernatural, but psychological. The
pursuit of her writing career began when she wrote a short story based on an
intimate scene to share with her friends. They encouraged her to write romance.
And so, she did.
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Excerpt from Tall Order by Irene Preston
“Hello, Dylan.”
Dylan closed his eyes at the unfairness of the whole fucked up night. Damn,
damn, damn. The sound of his name on
Win’s lips still made him weak at the knees. It made him want to punch the
asshole in the other room and anyone else who’d touched Win while he was gone.
It made him want to take Win home, and take him to bed, and remind him they
belonged to each other. Dylan and no one else took care of Win. Unfortunately,
none of that was possible, and it was all his fault.
He turned.
“Win.” It was all he could manage. Up close Win was even more devastating.
Dylan locked his knees so he wouldn’t take a step closer. If he started moving
toward the man standing in the doorway, he wasn’t sure he could stop.
“Most people just call me Aston now.”
I’m not most people. Dylan stopped
himself from saying it out loud.
Win watched him for a minute. “I didn’t know you were back in town.”
Was there a shadow of hurt in his eyes? Dylan couldn’t tell. The realization
sliced him, because he had always been able to tell exactly what Win was
thinking.
“Just got back.” What else was there to say? Yes, he was back in Austin . No, he wasn’t in New York . Yes, his Big
Chance had been a Big Mistake. No, he never should have left. He should have
stayed here, a medium-sized fish in a medium-sized pond instead of trying to
swim in the ocean. He should never have forced Win to choose.
Win took a few steps closer and all the thoughts running around in Dylan’s head
stopped cold so his brain could focus on one fact. Win. Right in front of him. I could touch him.
Win was so close Dylan had to tilt his head to keep looking at him. The angle
brought back the memory of every time he’d angled his head just so when Win leaned in to kiss him.
Dylan held his breath, held as still as he could, and tried not to give the
thought away.
Win gazed at him for a minute, then lifted one hand and trailed a finger down
the front of Dylan’s shirt, lighting up nerve endings as he went.
“Cute.”
About Irene
Preston
Irene Preston has to write romances, after all she is living
one. As a starving college student, she met her dream man who whisked her away
on a romantic honeymoon across
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Excerpt from Enchanted by
Evelyn Berry
Someone opened the exit door and a flood of light snapped
them both out of their haze of desire. “Oops,” a woman’s voice exclaimed before
giggling and shutting the door closed.
The darkness returned, but not the mood.
Loosening his grip, he withdrew a step. Dallas glanced in the dark searching for the
exit and what to say.
“I’ve been wanting to kiss you,” Aurora whispered to him, stealing away any
good sense after that scorching kiss. Her bare feet shuffled across the floor
until the door at the bottom of the stairs opened. Dallas
blinked, keeping Aurora
in his sights, but all he could see was her silhouette. Her blue hair absorbed
the light creating an aura around her head. Her upturned nose and wide smile
were pure joy as the sunlight in the small storage area. “Be careful coming
down the stairs. There are a few hazards.”
Yes, he was looking at the biggest one.
About Evelyn Berry
Evie Berry was made, born,
and raised in Austin , but has lived in Michigan and Alaska .
Yes, Alaska .
She loves long road trips with her family, meeting new friends, and daydreaming
about distant planets. After reading romance for most of her life, she finds
putting her fantasies on paper a dream come true.
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Excerpt from One Night With the Vampire by Jax Garren
Alex shot her another one of his smiles like a ray of
sunshine in the gloom. “I’ll put this in the icebox for later.” He took the Champagne to her
refrigerator.
He bent over to slide the wine in, outlining his tight glutes beneath the
chinos. As his therapist, she’d seen them naked already—pale, smooth skin over
perfectly shaped muscles—but then he was a client on a table. In her kitchen,
bent over as he sorted through leftovers to make space, he was all man. Desire
rose through her fiercely, setting her skin tingling and her breath on edge.
She could probably have him tonight, too.
The problem was she didn’t just want him. She liked him. Given her way, they’d make tonight amazing and then see
about tomorrow, but a relationship meant a lot of honesty she didn’t know him
well enough to give. It wasn’t fair to him to start anything if there was a
chance she had to work for Marcos.
He straightened and turned to her. The dark look in his eyes meant he knew
she’d been staring at his ass.
She cocked a hip. “How long does it take to find room in a near-empty fridge
for one bottle?”
He shut the door and sauntered toward her. “How long would you like it to
take?”
She popped him on the rear and headed to her room for her purse. “You are
trouble with a French accent.”
When she came out, he was right where she’d left him, waiting for her with a
soft expression. “You are an angel with magic hands.”
She swallowed past the lump forming. This was not a relationship. She didn’t
have the freedom for a relationship. So tonight she’d keep it light and hot,
one really good night before her fall from grace. She looked him over in a
thorough examination. When there was no room for doubt about the wicked
direction of her thoughts, she strode across the room to the door, high heels
clacking on the tile. “If you like my hands, you’re going to love what I can do
with my mouth.”
About Jax Garren
Jax Garren is
the author of hot, urban paranormal romances the Austin Immortals and the Tales
of the Underlight. Though descended from Valkyries and Vikings (she’s part
Swedish), Jax was raised a small town girl in the Texas Hill Country. She’s
been a programmer, a theater teacher, a wedding singer, and a foster parent. She’s
now happily married to an engineer who studies renewable energy. Jax loves
meeting new people, so if you see her, give her a Viking “Hail!”
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