Series: Love & Chaos #1
Author: WS Greer
Genre: Dark Romance/Thriller
Release Date: February 5, 2018
Eyecandy Bookstore - “WS is a natural story teller in a raw, in your face kind of way.”Natalie Weston - “THIS BOOK!!!!!! Madman was my introduction to W.S. Greer and I have to say what an introduction it was.”#Minxes Love Books - “A beautifully dark, twisted and well written story that takes you hostage and will hold your attention right to the very end…”
People fear what they don’t understand. Maybe that’s why they all fear me. I’m sure they have their reasons, I just couldn’t possibly care what any of them are. As long as they’re afraid.
Born to a drug dealer father and a drug addict mother, I’ve been through enough to make a normal person lose their mind five times over. I’m not normal. Normal is for weak people, and I'm anything but weak.
My childhood was made of nightmares, but there was one light in all my darkness. Her name was Reina Wilde, and when my mother would hit me or pass out in the middle of the living room on her high, I would confide in her. We were from completely different worlds, but she meant something to me, though I never figured out what, because she left. In the years that followed, I built a reputation for myself, and let go of any and all deluded notions of love.
I’ll never go straight now. It’s just too much fun taking things from people who are powerless to stop me. And make no mistake about it, I take what I want, from who I want, when I want.
I'm infamous in this city. But everything changes when, after years apart, I finally see Reina again, and she’s standing next to my enemy--the underboss of the Philadelphia mob.
It’s not just about power anymore. It’s not about respect. No, this is personal now.
Gasoline has been thrown on the flame, and for Reina, I’m about to burn the whole world to the ground.
WS Greer is an international bestselling author, and an active duty military member with the US Air Force. He's been serving his country since 2004, and has been an author since his debut novel, Frozen Secrets, was released in 2013.
WS was born to military parents in San Antonio, Texas, and bounced around the world as a child before settling in New Mexico in 1994, where he met his high school sweetheart, who'd become his wife in 2003.
WS has landed on multiple bestseller's lists in the US, UK, and Australia (Claiming Carter, Becoming Carter, Destroying Carter, Defending Her, Kingpin, Long Live the King) to become an international bestselling author.
WS loves connecting with his fans and readers, and does so whenever he gets the chance, and he would love to hear from you. You can find him on his personal blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
Madman by W.S. Greer
My rating: 3 of 5 stars
3.5 Maddening Stars
I’m really conflicted. A couple of times I almost put this book down but there was just enough to it that kept my interest. The book is broken up into parts and for me the first one dragged on, it gives you info into the background of the characters but i found my mind wondering and couldn’t stay connected to what I was reading. Once I got beyond that though I was hooked.
I love crazy characters so with that being said this book is full of them. I loved Solomon and Nix but honestly I didn’t care for Reina. I am intrigued on where this series is going and I am excited for the next book. I did like the authors writing and the story as a whole.
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Tyler Jacobson has a plan for everything—except how to handle his completely annoying, utterly frustrating, and totally sexy upstairs neighbor. He couldn’t care less if Everly Ribinski thinks he’s equally irritating—until he discovers she’s the only one who can help him land a business deal that will finally make him feel like he’s more than just a guy from the wrong side of the tracks.
Color him shocked when Everly refuses to help, insisting she should have run him over in the parking garage when she had the chance. Harsh. But possibly deserved. Tyler may have spent the last few months reveling in annoying the fiery gallery owner with a dark past, but he’s got secret leverage she can’t refuse.
If only one meeting didn’t turn into a fake date that turned into more. Way more. Like naked and hot as hell more.
The last thing either of them wants is to catch feelings for someone who is so obviously not their type. Good thing that will never happen. Right?
USA Today bestselling romance author Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.
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Can Love Transcend Time? Thirty-year old Matthew Herrington is weary of solo nights in strange cities. He is ready for a change. And that is exactly what he gets when he steps into Swing Night at The Green Mill and is instantly immersed in the sights and sounds of another era. Intrigued by the club’s authenticity, Matthew is enchanted when he meets Patty, a mixture of sexy and sweet who steals his heart. Patty Dennison has never met a man like Matthew in all her twenty-one years. A sophisticated man, he stands out from the usual Swing Night crowd. He is self-assured, smart, charming, and handsome as hell, even if he is a lousy dancer. Once he takes her in his arms, Patty is more than willing to give him a few dance lessons along with her heart. Repeated missed dates and unanswered phone calls strain the relationship and frustrate the pair. But unraveling their mystery exposes an impossible scenario, one that will torment their sanity and test their love. How can they make their fairytale last? Can love transcend time? Buy Links: Amazon | All other formats Excerpt: Author Bio and links:
After living in the northeast, southeast and the west, Maddy returned to her Midwest roots. She lives in Evanston, IL with two feline editorial assistants and great views of Chicago’s famous skyline.Contact her at: Website | Madison's Blog | Maddy's Romance Madness | Facebook | Twitter
One Night in Havana
#34 in the City Nights Series from Tirgearr Publishing
by Kathleen Rowland
âWhy, Veronica Keane.â A voice heavy with a Spanish accent drawled from behind her. âA dive bar?â A taunting tsk. âWhat do we have? A slumming New Yorker?â
She stiffened and closed her eyes. She knew that voice and its owner, Dr. Carlos Montoya, a finalist like her, competing for the same damn grant at the biggest Cephalopoda conference of the decade. Her heart pitter-pattered against her ribs. To turn toward him would intimate distress, or worse yet, weakness. She wouldnât fail to win this grant, not when she was a final contender. âI like this funky little place.â Sia Macario CafÃ©, smack in the center of Havana, allowed her to observe locals and their daily lives.
âYou need to eat with all the mojitos youâve downed.â The big tease wasnât counting. This was her first drink, but his rumbling, sexy timbre hinted at all kinds of dark, hot promises. Sheâd rubbed shoulders with the Cuban scientist all week. This splendid specimen of Latin male brought on a physical ache that punched low.
A flare-up stirred fear. For her own good, she needed to resist. âI ordered camarones enchiladas.â By now she knew the menu on the chalkboard by heart. She tipped her head back to whiff grilled shrimp soon to arrive in sofrito sauce with fried sweet plantains.
âThe flan is good. Just like my abuela makes.â
âI bet. Your grandmother would be happy to hear that,â she said, knowing he brought out the best in most people. Two days ago he'd invited her and a handful of others scuba diving. The chance to ogle him had been one of the perks. Heâd worn nothing but swim trunks, his bare chest on display. Every glistening muscle was finely etched. Not a drop of fat on him. Since heâd not given her the time of day, sheâd checked him out without him noticing.
The hard-bodied host had led the way toward habitats of soft-bodied creatures. To find where invertebrates lived was never an easy task. Octopuses squeezed into narrow passages of coral for protection and gave females a place to keep their eggs. Sheâd discovered the remains of a few meals nearby.Octopuses scattered rocks and shells to help them hide.
This grant meant so much to her and no doubt to him as well. Veronica mindlessly toyed with the gold necklace around her neck, but anxiety crackled through her brain. Unlike this man of action, she lacked the flamboyant personality necessary to talk people into things. Carlos had that ability. He'd made friends with judges on board while sheâd conversed with an older woman about a box of scones made with Cuban vanilla cream.
That day the wind had picked up to a gale force, and this woman named Bela with Lucille Ball red hair needed help walking to her home. The half mile down the seaside promenade, The MalecÃ³n, had provided her with time to practice her Spanish. Turned out Bela was Carlosâs grandmother. Sheâd worked as a maid when the Castro government came to power. When private homes were nationalized, titles were handed over to the dwelling occupants. Bela owned a crumbling home in the respected Verdado district and rented out rooms.
What Veronica detested about Carlos was his abnormal level of talent for schmoozing. Not that he wasn't charismatic; he drew her like a powerful magnet with emotions hard to untangle. Why was a self-assured woman who ran her own life thinking about a man who commanded everyone around him?
She inhaled a breath and turned around on the barstool, caught fast by a gut punch of Carlos Montoya in the flesh. She sighed and surrendered to the tendrils of want sliding up between her thighs.
Tall and muscular, his lush dark hair curled to his collar giving him a wild, roguish appearance. His face was lean and chiseled. His mouth full and tempting. His eyes the smoky-gray of a grass fire and fringed with black lashes as dense as paintbrushes. He smiled. A faint hint of mockery curved his mouth, a sensual mouth she imagined to be either inviting or cruel. Or both at the same time when he leaned over a woman with a diamond-hard gleam in his dark eyes while she drowned with pleasure. She fought a fierce desire to run her hand across his broad chest, tip her face upward, andâ¦
His breath tickled her face.
Not going there. She blinked and forced her mind to focus. Carlos Montoya was not the kind of man you lost focus around. But that image of putting her mouth full on his and peeling away his shirt once introduced in her mind was impossible to expunge. Pointless even to try.
He was an intimidating blend of intellect and sexy danger. Both qualities had her leaning back against the barâs edge. If it werenât for him, sheâd have a chance at winning the grant.
His lips twitched. âYouâre staying on one of the cruise ships, am I right?â He rolled up the sleeves of his linen jacket to reveal a dusting of manly hair.
âYes." Her cabin served as her hotel room while attending the January meetings with perfect high-seventies temperatures. His eyes locked with hers. She willed herself to move and yet she remained seated, clutching heat between her legs, a wetness so intense that her breath stalled in her chest while her heart hammered faster. Soon sheâd return to freezing New York City.
âSo, Bonita, give.â He slid onto the bar stool next to her. âWhat brings you down from a lofty ship to grace us lowly Cubans with your presence?â
Bonita. Pretty lady was not an endearment coming from the mouth curved in a taunting smile, but not a slight either. Not with his deep, melodic voice speaking words as if he knew secrets about her. What secrets did he know? Would he pry into her personal life? She doubted this bad-boy college professor acknowledged boundaries.
âJust drinks and dinner.â She scrambled for composure. âArenât we attending a world-class conference? I find the local population to be friendly and kind. Thatâs not slumming.â
The bartender set down a saoco. âHope you like it, senorita.â
âGracias,â she said. âVery nice, served in a coconut.â
âAh, the saoco,â Carlos said. âRum, lime juice, sugar, and ice. The saoco,â he repeated, disbelief heavy in his words. âUm. Wow. Once used as a tonic for prisoners of the revolution.â
âMedicinal?â She couldnât help it. She chuckled and sounded as if a rusty spoon had scraped her throat raw, but it was genuine. The warm glow in its wake was welcome and needed. .
He leaned an elbow on the bar, his beer bottle with the green-and-red Cristal label dangling between his fingers. âBe careful with that one.â He dipped his head toward the front door as if he needed to go somewhere soon.
That fast, the glow snuffed out. She cleared her throat and gripped the fuzzy surface of the coconut container.
He placed a five-peso coin with a brass plug on the counter and whirled it. The spinning motion mirrored a dizzying attraction going on in low parts of her belly.
She cleared her wayward mind and nodded toward artwork on the opposite wall. âI plan to buy a painting tonight.â
âDonât buy anything unless the seller gives you a certificate. Youâll need one to take art from Cuba. Artists deal in euros in case you donât have pesos.â
Sheâd come prepared but said, âThanks for the info.â
His coal-black eyes widened as he gazed from her head down to the tiny straps around her ankles as if she wore high heels and nothing else. âYou give off a Barbie doll image,â he replied and stood up.
âWhereâs Ken, anyway? Kenneth Morton. He came with you to the talks in Antarctica. Five years ago.â He grinned, and the mortification in her belly gave way to a longing which she had no business feeling toward her competitor.
âKen and I broke up.â She hesitated for a moment. âYou have a gift for remembering names. Like a salesman.â
âA personâs name is, to that person, the most important and sweetest sound. Back then I introduced myself to Ken in the menâs room.â
âI remember now. Didnât you give a talk on a specialized pigment in the octopus?â
âAhh, si.â He splayed his fingers over his chest. âA pigment in their blood isââ
ââcalled hemocyanin. Turns their blood blue and helps them survive subfreezing temperatures. Were you awarded something?â
âThe antifreeze protein grant? No. It went to a deep-diving photographer. He wasnât chicken about getting lost or trapped under the ice.â
She slid from her stool and strutted around, jutting her chin in and out like a chicken. âBock, bock, bock, bock, bock, begowwwwk.â
He chuckled. âCute chicken dance. Very cute in that skimpy black dress.â
Her cheeks heated, and she clutched her necklace. Heâd seen plenty of women in body-fitting attire. In Cuba, women wore dresses to meetings. If she'd harnessed sexier mojo, sheâd have livened up presentations. Her presentations with an abundance of dull data went south. She slid back against her stool and clutched her purse to her stomach as if the small satin bag could calm the nerves playing deep down kickball. She belonged in her tidy New York office filled with computers, modems, and research manuals. Not in this softly lit cafÃ© where passion oozed from a manâs pores, and artists displayed their canvases. Here was where Havanaâs trendsetters congregated, and Ernest Hemingway wrote about desire.
âGood luck with your purchases, Veronica Keane.â
Okay, so they werenât going to pretend they were going head to head for the grant.
As if he had more to say, he grinned at her, his perfect white teeth flashing.. âDo you find us different, like apples and oranges?â
âWhat am I, an apple or an orange?â
âHmm. Youâre an apple.â He was doing that sexy voice thing which made her brain shut down. Heady.
It started with an unexpected spark, an instant attraction, the jolting jab of oh-Iâm-feeling-something. Something like a flashfire in her belly, but now they were talking. âAm I the apple of desire? Want to take a bite out of me?â She pulled in a breath. Had she really said that?
âBonita, do I ever.â
âTomorrow is the final ceremony.â Would she watch him walk to the podium to accept the grant?About the Author:
Book Buyers Best finalist Kathleen Rowland is devoted to giving her readers fast-paced, high-stakes suspense with an erotic love story sure to melt their hearts. Her latest release is One Night in Havana, #34 in the City Nights series.
Kathleen also has a steamy romantic suspense series with Tirgearr Publishing, Deadly Alliance is followed by Unholy Alliance. Keep an icy drink handy while reading these sizzling stories.
Kathleen used to write computer programs but now writes novels. She grew up in Iowa where she caught lightning bugs, ran barefoot, and raced her sailboat on Lake Okoboji. Now she wears flip-flops and sails with her husband, Gerry, on Newport Harbor but wishes there were lightning bugs in California.
Kathleen exists happily with her witty CPA husband, Gerry, in their 70âs poolside retreat in Southern California where she adores time spent with visiting grandchildren, dogs, one bunny, and noisy neighbors. While proud of their five children whoâve flown the coop, she appreciates the luxury of time to write.
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Blog Tour: Hound: Cerberus 2.0
by Marie James
Genre: MC/Contemporary Romance
Standalone in a series
Series: Cerberus: The Second Generation, Book Two
My first job with the Cerberus MC was to grab a girl from a seedy bar. Easy money, right?
The moment I realized the blonde I was hunting wasn't around, I ended up captivated by a redhead dancing on the stage. With her striking features and sinful body, I knew she was trouble, but that didn't stop me from making her mine that night.
When I learned that she WAS the job, everything became clouded.
I was only looking for a one night stand, but when the dust settled and she ran, my only desire was to chase her.
Should I risk my job, and quite possibly my life, in order to have her? Would she even stay if I caught her?
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Lawson: Cerberus 2.0, Book One
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