ONE NIGHT HAND STAND by Julia Kent #RomanticComedy

 

ONE NIGHT HAND STAND

(Get What You Need, Book 1)

Author: Julia Kent

Release Date: March 4, 2025

Genre: Romantic Comedy, Contemporary Romance

Cover Designer:  Qamber Designs

Audiobook Narrators:  Samantha Brentmoor, Shane East

Tropes/Themes:  One night stand, enemies to lovers, mistaken identity, cross-purposes, opposites attract, love at first sight, workplace romance, romantic comedy

Who accidentally has a one-night stand with her yoga instructor?

Yep. Me.

How did I accidentally sleep with someone, right? I know what you’re thinking. Whoops! I slipped and inadvertently inserted Tab A into Slot B.

That’s not quite how it went.

But my yoga instructor is really, really skilled with Tab A, if you know what I mean.

Slot B never had it so good.

What am I supposed to do now, as I walk into my yoga class and find the guy I ghosted this morning… there, in front of the class, perfectly aligned and grinning at me like he remembers touching all my chakras.

He's perfect. Too perfect. He's so perfect he's ruining my job.

I'm an investigative reporter, working on spec for an article for a national magazine, and my job is to find all the ways this yoga chain is corrupt.

The only thing criminal here is that I can't have him in Slot B ever again. And I would. I'd turn myself into a paper doll book if that's what it took for more of that action.

I want him. He wants me. Nothing I do will make him back off because the chemistry is off the charts.

Except for one pesky little thing:

We’re at cross-purposes.

I need my exposé to get the job of my dreams. He needs to sell his stake in the yoga chain before I expose the corrupt current owner.

That makes him my enemy. My nemesis. The guy I have to get around to get ahead.

And now we’re supposed to hate each other.

But who ever let that get in the way of love?

 

Excerpt

It's 5:44 a.m. and there's a naked man in my bed.

His name is... um...

His name is...

He told me to call him...

Let's just call him by his initials.

N.M. for Naked Man.

Or for Never Mind.

Because in ten minutes, we're going to pretend this never happened.

Pretend I didn't go to a bar last night and have three glasses of pinot grigio, violating my strict two-glass limit.

Pretend I didn't let my friends talk me into jumping up on stage and singing “WAP,” complete with properly choreographed dance moves.

Pretend I did not let N.M. here buy me a drink and kiss him like my tongue had developed magnets that sought out his iron tonsils.

And he most certainly did not kiss me back with a suave, athletic grace that made my body shimmer and my P, indeed, become deeply W.

Oh, no.

While technically, all of that did happen, and I invited him back to my apartment and we did the two-back nasty so many times I am pretty sure we need to invent a new prime number for it, in ten – now, nine – minutes, Mr. N.M. doesn't exist.

My life has firm boundaries.

Speaking of firm –

 

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Julia Kent writes romantic comedy with an edge. Since 2013, she has sold more than 2 million books, with 4 New York Times bestsellers and more than 21 appearances on the USA Today bestseller list. Her books have been translated into French, German, and Italian, with more titles releasing in the future.

From billionaires to BBWs to new adult rock stars, Julia finds a sensual, goofy joy in every contemporary romance she writes. Unlike Shannon from Shopping for a Billionaire, she did not meet her husband after dropping her phone in a men's room toilet (and he isn't a billionaire she met in a romantic comedy).

She lives in New England with her husband and three children where she is the only person in the household with the gene required to change empty toilet paper rolls.

She loves to hear from her readers by email at julia@jkentauthor.com, on Twitter @jkentauthor, on Facebook at @jkentauthor, and on Instagram @jkentauthor. Visit her at http://jkentauthor.com

 

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MARKER by Shelby Morgen #RomanticSuspense @ChangelingPress

 

A 20th Century Murder Mystery

Romantic Suspense

Date Published: March 7, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

1974: Peace, love, sex, drugs, and murder -- at a commune in the mountains of West Virginia.

Hope knew she should have killed Jesse the night he used her as his marker in a poker game with Spike. When Spike won that marker, he stole Hope’s heart. But Spike wanted more than a weekend with Hope. He wanted forever. That was more than Hope could promise. A man like Spike, a good man, would never understand the evil a bastard like Jesse was capable of.

1989: Now he’s First Sergeant Sam Callaghan, and he’s back.

When a chance meeting drops Fiona Donovan into the arms of Sam Callaghan, West Virginia State Police, their past twists in on both of them, threatening to tear apart their worlds, for better or worse. Hope -- Fiona -- was the love of his life, the woman who can still rock his world with a single kiss. When he’s around her, Sam forgets to think. But first and foremost Sam’s always been a cop. If Sam discovers Fiona really did murder Jesse, will he be able to arrest her? There are a few things in love’s way -- like her dead husband’s missing body, over a million dollars in cash, and the IRA…

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The asphalt felt slightly sticky with heat under his black oxfords. The air in the administration building was already stuffy, though summer wasn't officially here yet. Sam stood waiting at the front desk while the receptionist called for a junior officer who would escort him back to the operations building.

Brenda, his dispatcher, had asked him out a few weeks ago. A man couldn't help noticing how well Brenda filled out that uniform. She wasn't Hope, but she'd been there, been part of his life, every day for the last fifteen years. If she hadn't given up on him yet, Sam decided, he'd accept. Hell. Maybe he'd ask her. He wasn't getting any younger. Besides, there was that betting pool the squad had going. He wasn't supposed to know about it, but there was little in his barracks that escaped his notice.

"Can I help you, Officer?"

Sam pushed his smoke-colored sunglasses to the top of his head long enough to let his eyes adjust to the relatively dim interior florescent lighting. He looked down -- and down again.

The woman who stood behind the reception desk now had to be less than five feet tall. She stood admiring him with pale blue eyes that were just a little too friendly.

Where had she come from? How had she managed to simply appear right in front of him? He really was losing his edge. "I'm already signed in and stamped," Sam explained. He held out his fist so she could see the ink that looked like a temporary tattoo across the back of his hand.

Her warm appraisal made him uncomfortable, like a piece of meat in a butcher's display case. He always got a sick, guilty feeling in the pit of his stomach when women looked at him that way. He slipped his hand into his pocket, fingering a worn silver chain.

Hail Mary, full of grace. The Lord is with thee...

He shifted his gaze away from direct contact with the woman at the front desk, studying the pictures on the wall behind her. Anything but meeting the woman's watercolor eyes. Anything not to encourage her.

The pictures held the usual faces. The Governor. The Commissioner of Corrections. The names changed from one institution to another, but the faces stayed pretty much the same. "Sam Callaghan, West Virginia State Police. I'm waiting for --"

Except that one. Sam stopped mid-sentence as his eyes scanned the picture again. Employee of the Month. "Fiona J. Donovan."

The woman blinked twice. "Excuse me?"

He was hardly aware he'd read the name aloud. Sam rallied himself, forcing his breathing back under control, willing his pulse rate back to normal. He turned his most charming smile on the little woman. Her badge said she was a unit manager. Doris White. "I'm waiting for an escort back to Interview, Ms. White, but I'd really like to see Fiona Donovan while I'm here if you could arrange that for me."

Doris studied him for a moment longer, her smile fading. "Fiona's in records, pulling some case files for me. I'll take you back."

Sam nodded curtly, dismissing the woman as if she didn't exist. Because, for him, she didn't exist. His mouth went dry. His chest felt tight, as if there were some great weight pressing on it. He slid his hand back into his pocket. Hail Mary, full of grace...

The hall seemed like the longest walk he'd ever taken. You're just imagining the resemblance. You've been wrong before.

The Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou amongst women...

Why would she be here? He'd thought to find her in a restaurant, or a shop somewhere or -- or anywhere else. Anything but actually working in law enforcement.

Hope? A caseworker named Fiona Donovan? That can't be Hope. Not here.

Doris waved at a doorway where a sign on the wall said Records. "I'll be around the corner in the copy room if you need me," she offered.

Hope...

His heart was beating so fast it was bound to explode.

Pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death.

He stood staring, drinking in the sight of her, waiting for her to feel his eyes watching, waiting for her to look up, recognize him, call his name.

Control. Get yourself under control. Slow, deep breaths. Can't let her see you falling apart like this.

Her name was different, her hair was shorter, just past shoulder length, but she couldn't change her face -- the face that had haunted his dreams. She looked a little older, naturally, but not so much older. Not as much older as he'd been feeling lately. She'd gained some weight, but only enough to give her curves a fuller, softer line. He'd have recognized her anywhere. His arms ached to hold her. He had to try three times before he could find the voice to speak her name.

"Ms. Donovan?"

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Shelby Morgen loves writing offbeat tales that defy as many rules as possible.

She likes chocolate with her peanut butter, suspense with her romance, and kink with her sex, and she’s always had a hard time keeping murder, motorcycles, science fiction, fantasy and paranormal from mixing with her kink.

Shelby shares her belief in electronic publishing with her longtime friend and partner, Bill, her husband of more than four decades.

 

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DEUCE by Anne Kane #MCromance @changelingpress

Riptide MC, Book 2

 

MC Romance

Date Published: March 7, 2025

Publisher: Changeling Press

 

First impressions and all that… Sophia tried to nail me with a tire iron.

 

Sophia:

All I wanted was a decent guy who would treat me right and be a good dad to the kids I’d like to have someday. My first two dates from the “premier dating app” were total duds. Date number three gave me the creeps in person. Turns out my instincts were spot on. He slipped something in my coffee, threw me in the back of a van, and headed out to sell me! Lucky for me, dad’s a doomsday prepper. Taught me mechanics, hand to hand combat… all the things you teach your little girl if you think the world is going to hell. So I pried the door open with a tire iron and jumped out. And landed at the feet of a 6' 6" tatted up biker.

 

Deuce:

When Rattler and I stopped behind a van at a railroad crossing. a woman came hurtling out the back like an avenging angel. Blood dripping from road rash on her arm, she still tried to nail me with a tire iron. Turns out a trafficking ring abducted her, and she isn’t keen on the idea of being sold to the highest bidder. She has guts, I’ll give her that. After my old lady split, I thought I was done with couples shit, but Sophia makes me rethink my life. Sophia’s mine, and if those assholes want her back, they’re going to have to go through me.

 

WARNING: Deuce contains graphic violence and adult situations. There is no cheating, no cliff-hangers and a guaranteed happily-ever-after. Enjoy!

 

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A fresh wave of dizziness assailed me, and my vision blurred.

“You don’t look so good.” George sounded concerned, meeting my eyes for the first time since we’d met. “Some fresh air might help. How about we step outside for a minute?”

“Good idea,” I mumbled. My tongue felt too big for my mouth. What was happening?

I pushed myself to my feet, and George came around the table. Putting an arm around my waist, he helped steady me as I stumbled toward the exit. Thank goodness we’d picked a table near the door. The dizziness worsened, and I was having trouble seeing.

“Can I help?” It was the girl from the counter. “Should I call someone?”

By now, if George hadn’t been holding me up, I would have fallen flat on my face.

“Can you get the door for us?” George sounded confident, like a man who had things under control. “She just needs a little fresh air.”

“No problem.”

She opened the door and I staggered outside, leaning heavily on George. The fresh night air hit me in the face, but it didn’t make me feel any better. My stomach started to churn. Add nausea to the list of symptoms.

Someone wrapped an arm around me from the other side and helped George half carry me across the parking lot. I turned my head, attempting to see who the new person was but a fresh wave of dizziness assailed me.

“Parked the van over there away from the lights.”

That would be the new person. A guy. I didn’t recognize the voice. Deep. Possibly sounding creepier than George. I tried to pull away but whatever was happening left me too weak.

We stopped for a moment, and the creaking of metal hinges sounded loud in the night.

“Up you go.” George grasped me by the waist. The touch of his hands creeped me out, but I was too weak to protest.

“Careful. Don’t want to bruise her up. Hard to get full price for damaged goods.” This comment came from the mystery man as I concentrated on keeping the contents of my stomach where they belonged.

“I know what I’m doing. Not like this is my first time.”

I felt myself being lifted and placed down on a pile of material that smelled like used motor oil. George’s presence disappeared, and I heard the metallic echo of a door slamming shut.

I rolled over, and the sudden movement increased the nausea. I pushed myself up on all fours, my head hanging down as I took deep breaths and tried to steady myself. The smell from the questionable stuff under me did not help with the nausea.

The floor shifted suddenly, and I lost my balance, falling to the floor. My stomach heaved in protest, and I vomited up the bitter coffee along with the lasagna I’d had for dinner before heading off to meet George.

Having emptied my stomach, I collapsed on my side, breathing heavily. The nausea and dizziness retreated to a manageable level. I opened my eyes cautiously.

I could see better now. It was dark, but as my eyes adjusted to the dim lighting, I realized I was in some type of vehicle, and it was moving. I recalled the words of the mysterious second man. A van – like a delivery truck. There was a wall. I couldn’t get upfront to where the guys were sitting. And I was damn sure I didn’t want to go where they were taking me.

I pushed myself upright into a sitting position. Despite the lingering dizziness in my head, one thing was abundantly clear. I needed to get out of here.

I used a handful of whatever I was laying on to wipe my face, gagging at the smell. Standing seemed like a bad idea, with the van lurching back and forth. It needed a decent alignment. Or some new shocks. Whatever. Not my problem.

I crawled to the back of the vehicle. I was still weak, but as my head slowly cleared, I realized I must have been drugged.

The bitter tasting coffee. George must have slipped something in my coffee when I went to get the rags to clean up his mess. Had the mess been intentional to get me out of the way so he could spike my drink?

These guys knew what they were doing, and that spurred my need to escape. There were two of them and one of me. Even if I managed to throw off the effects of the drug, there was no way I could fight off two full grown men. My imagination went into overdrive. I had to assume wherever they were taking me was not public. They could do whatever they wanted and there would be no one to hear me scream.

Fear-fueled adrenaline overpowered the remaining drug in my system. I scrambled my way to the back of the van and clawed at the doors.

I screamed as loud as I could. Surely someone would hear me and go for help. Or call the cops. People didn’t seem to want to get involved these days, but surely a woman screaming from inside a van would get some kind of response.

“Scream all you want. No one else can hear you,” George shared with an repulsive chuckle.

Weren’t these delivery vans supposed to have a release on the inside so people didn’t get trapped in them? I got unsteadily to my feet and reached up as high as I could, sliding my hands down the doors. It had to be here somewhere.

Two thirds of the way down, I found it. My heart sank. There was a latch all right, but someone had broken it off. When I tried to push it, the latch swung loosely around in a circle without any effect on the doors.

I screamed in frustration and banged on the doors until my hands felt raw. Sinking down on my haunches, I let out a helpless sob.

I pulled myself together. I wasn’t going to just sit here and wait for whatever sick plans these guys had for me. I crawled across the floor, feeling frantically for something, anything, that I could use to pry the doors open.

In the front corner, I found it. A tire iron. Gripping it tightly, I made my way to the back of the van just as it lurched to a stop.

I could hear loud engines, other vehicles pulling up behind the van. I screamed again. And again. Surely they could hear me, but I wasn’t going to count on it.

Standing was a whole lot easier now that the van was still. I inserted the sharp edge of the tire iron between the two doors and pried. Nothing happened. I screamed in frustration and jerked harder on the tire iron. Nothing.

I could feel time running out. Fear of what George and his buddies had in store for me intensified with each passing moment. I had to get out of here. No knight in shining armor was going to ride in on a white horse and save me.

I moved the tire iron down so that it was in line with the broken release and threw my entire body weight against it. For a second, it held fast. Then the lock gave way with a loud screech of bending metal.

The doors burst open.

Off balance, and still gripping the tire iron with both hands, I fell out of the van and landed on the pavement with a painful jolt. I rolled over and staggered to my feet.

Less than a car length away, staring at me from the back of a shiny red and chrome motorcycle, was the most dangerous looking man I’d ever seen.

About the Author

Anne Kane lives in the beautiful Okanagan Valley with a bouncy little rescue dog whose breed defies description, a cantankerous Himalayan cat, and too many fish to count. She spent many years trying to fit in and act normal, but finally gave up the effort. She started writing romance in 2008, and her fate was sealed when she won a publishing contract with Red Sage Publishing and just a month later Changeling Press accepted her first submission. Since then she has published more than thirty stories in a variety of sub-genres, all with a happily ever after.

She has two handsome sons and six adorable grandchildren and enjoys spending time with them whenever she can. Her hobbies, when she’s not playing with the characters in her head, include kayaking, hiking, swimming, playing guitar, singing and of course, reading.

 

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Captured Heart by Jacqueline Francis #Romance

 

Romance

Date Published: February 5, 2025

 

 

Some captors don’t need chains to hold your heart hostage.

 

Just one last job, he said.

It will be easy money, he said.

You don’t even have to do the dirty work.

 

I worked for Victor Salazar for years. He’s an exceptional liar and a master manipulator, so I should have known that every word that came out of his mouth was horse crap. After I spent four years in prison because of a job I did for him, I swore to myself that I would never get involved with him again.

But then he offers me a deal so sweet I can’t refuse. He’ll clear my debt, pay me enough to start over, and all I have to do is get close to a girl, get some information, and get out. Sounds simple, right?

Wrong!

Katelyn Akiyama isn’t just some girl. She’s sharp, kind, and way too good for someone like me. The closer I get, the harder it is to remind myself this is just a job. But Victor doesn’t forgive mistakes, and he doesn’t take no for an answer.

Now, I’m trapped between the only girl I’ve ever cared about and the man who can ruin my life. One wrong move and I could lose everything.

When I made a deal with the devil, I had no idea the price would be so high.

 

Warning: Contains a splash of dub-con.

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Number cruncher by day, raging romance novelist by night; Jacqueline’s creative inspiration stems from romance and all its literary and rom-com depictions. Matters of the heart are what fascinates her, because ultimately, what makes a life out of - what would ordinarily be a typical existence - is Love

 

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Seducing the Darkness by Shiela Stewart #Paranormal #Romance

Paranormal Romance

Date Published: 2015

Publisher: Champagne Publishing

 

Trinity was once a fragile girl. Being taken by a powerful vampire prince changed her. Discovering him in the arms of another woman changed destiny. Alone, she’s learned fast how to be tough, how to survive, and how to protect the people in her city from the evil that lurks in the dark. She was managing just fine, until Basil walked back into her life.

Basil Hawthorn has been the reigning prince of vampires since banishing his father to the Realm of Dark Mystics decades earlier. When a prophetic dream makes him realize Trinity’s life is at risk, he decides the only way to save her is to push her away. Doing so is not easy. Trinity is the only woman he has ever loved, will ever love, and he can’t seem to let her go.

When rumors arise of a plan to raise the king and blot out the sun, both Trinity and Basil know they must do everything to stop it. Even if it means working together. Despite betrayal and threats, they find themselves drawn to each other. Love has no boundaries, especially in the face of danger. But will they be able to stop the ritual before it’s too late?

Or will the darkness capture them both?

 

Excerpt

 

That damn itch she’d been having lately was back, and it was driving her nuts. Rolling her shoulders, she watched two redheads staggering from the bar’s exit and towards a dimly lit street.

Here we go again, She kept to the shadows as she followed after them. Uneventfully, they made it to their car and drove off. She hoped the cops were out tonight and those two were hauled in to sleep off their drunk.

Turning back to the club, she waited and watched for the next two hours and was glad nothing had happened. So far. But the night was still young.

“Can you smell it?”

She didn’t jump, but slowly looked over at Basil who appeared next to her. She hated when he just appeared out of thin air, but she knew he loved that entrance the best. “Your stink? Always.”

He didn’t sneer at her but slowly lifted his hand and lit the cigarette between his fingers. “The blood of a human. Does it still draw you in, make you hunger, make you want?”

“I’ve got a strong will.” Deliberately, she shifted away from him. It wasn’t only the smoke that bothered her—and always had—but his scent. It pissed her off that he could still make her ache.

She waved the smoke away annoyingly and shifted just a bit farther away. “Why are you skulking, Basil? Because if you’re following me, I am going to so kick your ass.”

“I was in the neighborhood.”

She glared at him and growled her response. “If you’re here to drink, let me warn you now that I won’t allow it.”

“Who am I supposed to drink from now that I no longer am nourished by your blood?”

She chose not to answer that. “Why does it seem that you’re always around, lurking in the dark, around places that aren’t your usual hangouts? Unless….there’s a reason?” The thought stabbed into her, and though she didn’t want to believe it, she had to ask. “Are you trying to take more females of your own? Are you the one abducting young girls?”

With one quick and easy flick, he tossed the cigarette into the darkness. The red tip glowed as it flew through the air before landing on the gravel to bounce and spit out a cloud of red sparkling fireworks. “I will not even dignify that with an answer.”

“It’s so obvious, now that I think about it. I was young when you took me, made me yours. Is that what you’re doing, Basil, making another mate?”

His icy blue eyes narrowed dangerously as he stepped closer. “I have a mate and to think you would even have such a thought sickens me.”

“You don’t have me, Basil.” Her voice grew dangerous. “If I’m so wrong, then do explain to me why you’re always out in the darkness, skulking near all these young girls?”

“The very same reason you are, my dear.” He ran a finger along her face, making her scowl.

She snorted, stepping away from him before he decided to do something stupid, like kiss her. “Please, I hardly think you’re out here looking to find the person or persons responsible for taking four innocent girls.”

Leaning against the building behind them, Basil looked off into the direction of the bar and the people waiting in line to be allowed inside. “You think so little of me and that’s a shame. But I suppose I’ve done it to myself. Yes, Trinity, I am looking to find out who took those young girls, as you are. And why you might ask?” He shifted towards her, sliding in nice and close and making her pulse speed up. He laid his fingers on her cheek, then slowly slid them along her face. “Because I have a feeling I am connected to the reason they’ve been taken.”

She had all but a moment to open her mouth to respond when he closed it with a mind numbing kiss, then pulling away, turned into a dog and scampered away.

Now what the hell did he mean by that?

About the Author

Shiela Stewart is a paranormal suspense author with a writing history that stems back to her youth.  Always a dreamer, wondering if her stories would ever reach an audience, she was finally published in 2006 and hasn’t stopped since.  It is rare to find a stand-alone book as she prefers series stories. Her longest running series to date is her Darkness series, which is a vampire romance.

Her joy for scary suspense is evident in each of her books. She has had several accomplishments, including fighting for the top spot in the rankings with author Stephanie Myers, receiving glowing reviews as well as interviews on local television and reviews and interviews in The Romantic Times Magazine.

When not writing, Shiela spends her time with the love of her life, William, and their children and grandchildren.. Her strong affection for animals is evident in the many cats she cares for.

Her favorite time of the day is at sunset.

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