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Sunday, June 28, 2020

Cocky Hero Club



COCKY HERO CLUB
Release Date: June 28, 2020


Vi Keeland and Penelope Ward are excited to bring you the Cocky Hero Club: original works from various authors inspired by Keeland and Ward's New York Times bestselling Cocky Bastard series.




COCKY SUIT
BY HARLOW LAYNE

Sexy. Demanding. Cocky. 

All words I would use to describe Kingston Avery. 
The owner of Avery Capital Holdings— and my new boss. 

It was tempting enough working together everyday, but ignoring his wicked promises under his roof was impossible. 

But the company had a zero fraternization policy, and things were already complicated enough. 

I needed to focus on doing my job. 
And avoid doing my boss. 

Kingston wasn't just another suit... 
He was a cocky suit. 
And when the suit came off, 
He was a man who could steal my heart. 

Gorgeous. Attentive. Compassionate.

I just hope it didn't cost me my career.
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DIRTY DEALER
BY KACEY SHEA

On paper I have it all. Wealth, security, and a collection of vehicles that spark envy, even amongst LA’s rich and famous. Money is all I ever wanted, but now that I have it in spades, I’m restless.

For the first time in my life, I want things cash can’t procure. I want a real relationship. Beauty and brains. A salacious little minx who isn’t afraid to call me out. My equal, in and out of the bedroom.

The problem is I have no clue where to find a woman like that.

Imagine my luck when I come upon a curvy, gorgeous maiden in distress, stranded on the side of I-10 like a mirage fashioned from my deepest desires. It’s fate. Kismet.

Only she isn’t impressed. Not by my money, my power, or my ability to make all her dreams come true. Hell, she won’t even accept my ride without an argument. But I’m not giving up. She doesn’t know who she’s dealing with, and I’m not afraid to play dirty.


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COCKY PROTECTOR
BY KAT MIZERA

Life as a CIA operative might be exciting, but living under the radar gets lonely.
Meeting someone, much less having a relationship, is the most impossible mission of all.

There was someone... once. But she was looking for a white picket fence and I was headed for war.
Now, my years of service to my country are catching up with me and I’m ready for a change.
I just never expected that change to be Shannon, or that she would be in trouble.
The man in me can’t forget that damn kiss. The Marine in me is ready to protect her at all costs.
She might not want my help, but I’m not walking away this time.
Even if it won't have the ending either of us were looking for...


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HIRED HOTTIE
BY KELSIE RAE

Levi McCoy took me under his wing when we were kids. He was my protector. My best friend. My everything.
And I was his sidekick.
When he landed an internship at Montague Enterprises, I was thrilled. Hundreds of people had applied, and Levi and his roommate had made the cut. There was just one problem. Only one of them would be offered the permanent position.
That's when things got messy. 
The two bargained for the final job offer, using me as their pawn.
And I fell for it. The scheming. The stolen kisses. The late night texts. My heart was being torn in two, and neither one of them cared. I was nothing but a pretty face to one of them, and an easy target for the other.
All good things must come to an end, right? Except our ending was one I didn't see coming. Hell, it should've never started in the first place.

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COCKY NOTES
BY LEESA BOW

Who thought writing ‘LOSERS’ on a menu could lead to an affair of love notes?

It didn’t start out as love. How could it when I vowed never to fall in love…

Reef Burton, the sexy blue-eyed football player, and his mates are definitely not ‘Losers’ yet writing it on a menu gave me reason to smile. Only it didn’t make it to the trash.

He returns to the restaurant where I work wearing his killer smile. I wasn’t to know those squiggly lines and arrows meant something. An offensive play his football team learned at an earlier training session. Coming here discussing the team plays over coffee helps… so he says.
He’ll see what I wrote. Apart from it being awkward the next time I serve him he could also report me to my boss.

I can’t lose my job when in hindsight I need two to pay all the bills rolling in, and to care for my invalid father.

I’m thankful he kept it as our secret.

Until he left me a note.

Responding will only lead to more trouble.

So when Mr Blue Eyes-Blond Surfy-Hair gives me one of his spine tingling looks, how can I resist?
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SCANDALOUS SCOTSMAN
BY MJ FIELDS

One trip down the stairs, caused by a lone Lego, while wrapped in a towel, spewing a plethora of profanities, and my cell phone went flying.
I landed on my ass, and then the ER.
Between those two occurrences was a FaceTime call, placed by a bouncing phone, to the number of a man I didn’t even truly look at, who had now seen more of my body than anyone had since my Tinder days, over a year ago.
Three declined calls later, I limped out the door to get myself to the ER before starting my hectic day.
The ER was packed, but when I saw Nurse Bridget, one of my students’ mothers, I pleaded my case, and she hurried me into an examination room.
An hour later, I left on crutches with a bruised ass, a fractured ankle, and an appointment to see an orthopedic surgeon at four p.m.
Arriving fifteen minutes late for that appointment, I heard the sexy yet very brash accent of a man who clearly had an obsession with punctuality and had, apparently, no bedside manner.
Dr. Ethan Stewart, tall, copper-haired, sinfully sexy … was a total ass.
After a tongue-lashing about how irresponsible I was to, first, leave the ER with such an injury, and second, be late, I put him in his place … or so I thought.
Turned off by his arrogant attitude, turned on by the roguish glint in his green eyes and the way he spoke, I left his office a hot … and wet mess.
Upon exiting, my phone rang again. It was the same number from before, and I couldn’t help answering to give the caller a piece of my mind.
Once in my car, I hung up, tossed my phone on the passenger seat, and then looked out the window to see him with his phone to his ear and a grin spread across his far too handsome face.
It couldn’t be …
Could it?
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VENGEFUL BASTARD
BY NICOLE DYKES

Sean is a normal guy. Has a great job as a photographer. Drives a new car, but not overly flashy. Has his small group of friends.
Yeah he's just your run of the mill average Joe.
Except, is anyone really all that normal?
The secrets Sean harbors run deep. Stemmed from agony deep inside and a thirst for vengeance.

Melody is perceived as the beautiful spoiled princess that fell for a beautiful, confident stranger many years ago.

Two polar opposites. One night that changed everything without either of them knowing it.

Can love conquer all? With the help from a mysterious stranger, Adele. Who you may all know from a certain Cocky character's life. Unlucky in love herself. Anything is possible.

***This book is in conjunction with the Cocky Hero Book Club with Adele and maybe some of your other favorite Cocky characters guiding these characters through their journey.
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JILTED JOCK
BY REBECCA JENSHAK

He was someone who belonged on the cover of Sports Illustrated instead of in my small beach town.

A sexy, cocky Australian soccer star named Finn was the last person I expected to be living with for two weeks.

He showed up at my brother’s house on his wedding night, hot, drunk, and very much not married. Next thing I knew, we were roommates, spending nights watching TV and getting to know one another.

Those two weeks turned into more than either of us bargained for.

He was fresh off a broken heart and I had a boyfriend.

I wasn’t supposed to fall for the jilted jock, especially when I knew we’d be going our separate ways.

All good things must come to an end, right?

Except he’s not letting me go without a fight.
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SMUG BASTARD
BY STACEY MARIE BROWN

It was my time, a cross country drive heading home for my brother’s wedding to figure out my life after college. Me, my dog named Goat, and the open road. That’s all I wanted.
He wasn’t supposed to be part of it. My older brother’s high school friend and my sister’s ex. The cocky boy my eleven-year-old-self hated.
The infamous Smith Blackburn.
AKA Smug Bastard.
The guy every girl wanted to be with and every guy wanted to be.
The day after graduation, he left town and disappeared, losing contact with my family. But nine years later, he resurfaces and becomes a thorn in my side once again.
After his motorcycle breaks down, my older siblings convince me to let him ride home with me. Kyle wants his old buddy at his wedding, and Kasey, still carrying a torch for him, wants nothing more than to see him again, convinced they are meant to be. It’s the last thing in the world I want, but I learned long ago going up against the powerhouse twins is futile.
After nine years, we’ve both grown up, but our mutual dislike lingers. Though I can’t deny he is the sexiest man I have ever seen in my life. His piercing blue eyes, gorgeous rugged face, and muscular, tall figure belong on magazine covers. But he’s still a smug bastard, and I’m still the annoying little “Baby K.”
Spending every minute together in a tiny camper van starts to twist the lines of hate, igniting feelings and passions I’ve never felt before, shoving me out of my safety bubble. Tension grows, and nights are filled with strain and forbidden desire.
But I can feel him holding back. Cagey and cryptic, Smith’s dark past hints at the surface.
When it finds us, nothing could have prepared me for the truth—the secrets that flip everything upside down.
I wasn’t supposed to fall for him.
He was never meant to be mine.
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BLOODTHIRSTY BASTARD
BY T.L. CHRISTIANSON

All I wanted was to escape the scandal.

The job offer in California was the perfect opportunity to pack up and head West.

A dark, sexy, and mysterious new boss wasn’t in the plan.

And his secrets run deeper than just his business dealings.

When Ethan reveals who and what he truly is, it throws everything I ever thought I knew about the world out the window.

Vampire.

The word alone brings up visions of blood-sucking monsters.

Yet, Ethan is anything but.

Falling for him, with his dashing good looks and honed charm, was almost inevitable.

But we’re from two very different worlds, and the danger in his might just bring an end neither of us saw coming.

Bloodthirsty Bastard - a paranormal story from the Cocky Bastard world you know and love
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Cocky Hero Club

Monday, February 19, 2018

His First Crush


Title: His First Crush
Series: Firsts Series #2
Author: MJ Fields
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 18, 2018
Cover Design: Jersey Girl & Co. 


FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR MJ FIELDS
COMES A STORY OF LOVES HEALING POWERS IN THE MIDST OF CHAOS 

One tragedy nearly took her away from him.

After Logan saved London from a random club shooting, he thought nothing could ever change the course of his future with the girl he had always loved.

One kiss threatened to prove him wrong.

Then Logan questions his feelings … and hers when she kisses another just to hurt him.

One night is all it takes to make him realize there was never a choice.

To win the game, you must know the other players and how to overtake them.

He will win.

His First Crush is the conclusion to Logan and London’s long-awaited happy ever after.





When I left for New York City, it was hard as hell. It hurt. The pain reminded me of a sliver under my fingernail that I couldn’t pull out, knowing it would hurt too damn much. I knew if I didn’t mess with it, it really wasn’t that unbearable. But I learned that, when it was left there too long, an infection would begin, and that gnawing pain would be far worse than Dad going at it with a pin and tweezers. Then, well, then it would heal and you forgot about it until the next time it happened.
The way London and I ended cuddle season was perfect, but that gnawing pain was there with each text, each time I saw her, each time we hid in a closet and dry-fucked until I was going to, or did, come in my fucking pants.
I didn’t want to be her sliver, her pain, her infection, so the texts stopped.
Sounds sweet, kind, like a loving gesture. It was somewhat. But I also knew the next time she felt feelings for someone else, like a sliver under her nail, she would be reminded of me, her first kiss. And while we can all lie to ourselves about shit ending “nicely,” we know the reality is we will always remember. We will remember the good and the bad, and then we will think twice about ever putting ourselves in that fucking position again.
While in New York, I tried really hard to get Mom to “Mom up.” When I realized I had let too much time and distance come between us, I vowed not to make that mistake again.
Fuck Fletcher. He’s not about to become shit to her.
Fuck Brody. She’s not a little girl.
Fuck love and all the shit that can fail, keeping us guarded from the beauty of it.
Fuck madmen who take the life out of those left living.
Fuck her for not texting me back.
And fuck me for not manning up and believing what I feel, what she feels, can work.
Oh, and fuck those who made me doubt.
I’m a fucking player, and a game is a game.
To win the game, you have to know the other players and how to overtake them.
I know her.
It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep knowing she’s so fucking close. I look out the window, see a light on, and her silhouette. Clearly, she can’t sleep either.
I watch her and realize she’s dancing. I see her turn and stop. Then she raises her leg behind her, toes pointed at the damn ceiling. Her lean body appears to be in a straight line.
It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It’s also making me fucking hard knowing she’s that damn flexible.
I sigh, knowing I’m going to be rubbing one out more than once a day if she keeps that shit up.
I walk out of my room, grab a bottle of Jack, and laugh, thinking I’m about to have a date with my fucking hand while watching a private performance by the girl I love.
I watch her move, stretch, and twirl as I drink, wishing I had bought a pair of binoculars like she mentioned.
When my dick is so hard I can’t stand it, I push down my boxers and stand at the window, gripping the base tightly and stroking it slowly up to the head. When she stops and walks away, I groan, thinking I’m going to have to finish myself off without the visual.
I see the reflection of my phone light up and walk over to grab it.
London.
I sent a text saying goodnight and you didn’t reply. So, goodnight again.
I reply immediately.
Phone was dead. Can’t sleep?
I look out the window as she sits on the bed, holding her phone. The floating bubbles start to appear as she types, then they stop. I look up as she flops back on the bed, seemingly frustrated.

I’m okay.

I saw you dancing.

The bubbles immediately appear.

How did you see me?

Look out the window.

She gets up and walks over. I hold up my phone so she sees the light.

Was watching you dance. You looked amazing.

Are you okay?


I’m good.


Do you want me to come over?
No, London, watching you dance and having a couple drinks made things real hard over here. Stay put.
Hard?
Yeah, I’ve got it handled.

After I send it, I regret it.

Does that mean you’re...

Jerking off while I watch you dance? Yeah.

I watch her cover her mouth as she reads my text then looks out the window.

Binoculars are now being added to my shopping list.

I could come over and cuddle.


Not a good idea right now. I’m on a date with Jack and Rosie.

I look at the window as she receives my text.
She walks away and turns on the light. Now I can see her.
You’re missing out, and so am I.
Damn her… temptress.
You need sleep. So do I.

I slept better than I ever have after the last time we cuddled.

You mean after you came?

I grip my cock, picturing her face as she fell apart.
You’re lucky you’re a guy.
I get an idea. A great idea.
I take a picture of my hand gripping my cock. Then I crop it so you don’t see my dick, just my hand gripping it. I send it and then start typing.

Lie on your bed. I need you to do something for me.

What?

Do it.
When I see her lie down, I hit call, and she answers immediately.
“Run your hand down that sexy as fuck belly of yours and push your hand under your waistband.”
“Logan, I’d rather you do that,” she whispers.
“And I’d rather you know how to get yourself off, so when I let that genie out of the bottle, your insatiable appetite can be curbed even when I’m not around.”
“What do you mean, when you’re not around?” she whispers.
“I mean, when you’re at school and you’re thinking of how much you want my cock, you can go and suppress the need in just a few seconds.”
“Seconds?”
“Pretty, I’m gonna teach you everything I’ve learned while trying to get a girl off fast so I could bust a nut and get them out the door, because I didn’t want any of them in my bed, because they weren’t you.”
“Logan...” she sighs.
“Do it. Push your hand under your waistband and run a finger up and down the seam of your pussy lips.”
“This seems wrong,” she whispers.
“I’m over here, stroking my cock, watching a private ballet; is that wrong?”











USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields write books that scorch pages and melt hearts.  


Her style is raw, gritty and authentic.

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