With her family away, a quiet Christmas at home was just what Vittoria had planned, until a certain someone drops a last-minute change in her lap.
They've never made anything official, and a sexy Christmas with her boyfriend could be fun, but what about the family he's avoiding for her?
H.L Packer is, quite frankly, a busy bee.
An avid reader as a child, her love for all things written waned into adulthood, the excitement of real life things taking over. But when her life slowed down as she finished her office job for maternity leave, her husband purchased her an e-reader, and that obsession was rekindled.
Quickly she went from reader to reviewer, and then from reviewer to blogger; street teams and promo tours galore. When she began collating her own book boxes over at Romance Readers Book Box UK and had the opportunity to include her own words and worlds, the characters began talking.
Those cheeky characters quickly found themselves written down on the page, and her first series was in progress.
When she is not coordinating her worlds, you can find her running around after her free-spirited three children, and husband, or tending to the dogs, bearded dragons, and snakes that also reside with them.
A break can be found soaking in a bubble bath or enjoying a glass of wine, often still with a book in her hand.
Beautiful Sinners is the highly anticipated second book of the Beautiful Sin Series.
Blurb contains spoilers from book 1, Beautiful Sin. You've been warned!
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Syn
I went to Darlington Founders filled with hopes and dreams. What I found were three men from a past I didn’t want to remember. Tristan Amato, Hendrix Knight, and Constantine Ferreira. Three dark and possessive men who saw me as beautiful and not as the scarred, damaged, broken woman I had become.
After a decade of loneliness and feeling like I didn’t belong because of my scars, Tristan, Hendrix, and Constantine showed me what it was like to be desired. Wanted. Loved. They claimed me. Made me theirs. Protected me. And unknowingly thrust me back into the life I forced myself to forget ten years ago. A life filled with lies, manipulations, and betrayal.
But they weren’t the only ones keeping secrets.
As my past and my present collided, I was forced to make a difficult decision. One born from the fire and the knife that marked my body. One of vengeance for myself and for my parents.
Our enemies wanted Aoife Fitzpatrick? They got her. And they would regret ever bringing her back.
Beautiful Sinners is a full-length why choose romance with dark themes and possessive MMCs. It is book two in the Beautiful Sin series and ends with a cliffhanger. Recommended for mature readers. Please check Reader’s Note in the front matter of the book for potential TWs.
My voice chokes up. I will never be beautiful. My scars will never fade, and no amount of skin grafts or plastic surgery will make them go away. The man with the constellations on his neck ruined me.
Hendrix stalks closer until my back bumps up against the curved cabin wall, and he towers over me.
“Who will you never be?”
Our gazes meet, the magnetic pull of him too strong for me to resist, but all I see are unwanted images of him with…
“Serena.” I can’t hold his intense blue stare, so I lower my eyes to his chest. “Or every other woman you’ve been with.”
I saw enough on his IG feed to know he has a type. Blonde. Skinny. Gorgeous. Huge boobs.
Lean but powerfully muscled arms cage me in, and then Hendrix is right there in front of me. The curve of his ribcage cuts into my torso. Every exhale of his warm breath tickles my forehead and cheeks, stirring the small hairs that have curled around my face. I soak in his body heat. His smell. Him.
“Drop to your knees, baby, and I’ll show you exactly who my cock belongs to because it sure as shit isn’t the woman out there.”
Sinking to the floor, my body is already obeying before my brain catches up, and I snap out of it.
“I’m not going to suck your dick.”
But god help me, I want his cock in my mouth, fucking me deep until my throat is raw and I’m gagging on him. I want every filthy, depraved thing that he wants to do to me.
“Look at me.”
Another command that I’m hungry to obey, but I force myself to shake my head no.
He takes his hand from the wall and circles my neck, gripping tightly. I’m embarrassed at the moan I make and how moisture gathers between my legs at his indelicate touch. Why do I like it so much when he does that?
Keeping the pressure steady, Hendrix dips his head.
His deep voice rumbles when he tells me, “You have it all wrong, firefly. All those women were not you. Don’t you see that it’s always been you? I’ve been chasing your ghost for ten fucking years, trying to feel something. But I never did because the only time I ever felt anything real was when I was with you."
Jennilynn Wyer is multi-award winning romance author (Rudy Award winner for Romantic Suspense, HOLT Medallion Award winner, Contemporary Romance Writers Reader's Choice Award winner, four-time Contemporary Romance Writers Stiletto Finalist, three-time HOLT Medallion Award Finalist, and a Carolyn Reader's Choice Award Finalist). She writes steamy, New Adult romances as well as dark reverse harem romances. She also pens YA romance under the pen name JL Wyer. She is a sassy Southern belle who lives a real-life friends-to-lovers trope with her blue-eyed British husband. When not writing, she’s nestled in her favorite reading spot, e-reader in one hand and a cup of coffee in the other, enjoying the latest romance novel.
✯✯✯✯✯ Goodreads Review - “An engaging, action packed, steamy paranormal romance with wonderful characters you can fall in love with.”
✯✯✯✯✯ Review from Read All About It - “This opposites attract love story is just what the Dr ordered. So curl up under your favorite blanket and enjoy.”
Fated doesn’t always mean forever
Zane
Annika Hagen is mine.
My wolf knows it. I know it.
But recognizing my fated mate doesn’t guarantee us a happily ever after. Hell, I can’t even guarantee that my unpredictable wolf won’t hurt her.
So while I’ll do anything to protect her from the coyote shifters who want her dead, I can never claim her as my own.
Not when my history has shown I’m a bigger threat to her than any of the other paranormal predators in this small town.
Annika
All I wanted was to run my bakery in peace.
Now, there’s a supernatural war on the horizon. The coyotes are attacking the Black Rock Guardians because of what I did. And turning myself over to them to keep my family safe isn’t an option.
Because my grumpy, sexy, wolf shifter bodyguard won’t let me.
If I’m lucky, I’ll make it out of this mess alive. My heart, on the other hand, might be a lost cause.
Especially when Zane seems so determined to keep me at arm’s length.
A sexy, but growly author gets annoyed at his quirky landlord’s attempts to cure him of his writer’s block, but the more time he spends with her, the more her personality seeps into his story. Will his book have a happy ending? Or will his surly attitude run off his gorgeous new muse? Fans of Hope Ford, Kat Baxter, and Mia Brody will love Mister Write by Elyse Kelly, a steamy, small town, grumpy/sunshine, forced proximity, instalove romance.
He's moody, she’s perky, and he might wind up punched in the face…
When a sexy but growly author finds himself chasing away his cheery, quirky, and maddeningly adorable landlord, he’s annoyed at her attempts to cure him of his writer’s block. But as Nate spends time with the charming beauty, more and more of Teddie’s alluring personality seeps into the pages of his manuscript.
Will his book have a happy ending? Or will his surly attitude run off his gorgeous new muse?
MISTER WRITE is a stand-alone, super sexy, grumpy/sunshine, beach romance with a HEA! So get yourself a fan because you'll definitely need to cool down after reading this spicy, fast-paced, instalove book!
“And the hits keep coming,” I say as I answer the call. Peter gives me a faux-offended look. “I’m just checking in on my dear little brother! For all we know, your Tracey—” “Teddie,” I answer before I can stop myself. I immediately regret opening my mouth when Peter gives me a mischievous grin. “Right,” he drawls. “Tawney—” I suck on my teeth. “Pete. Petey. Peter, Peter, Pumpkin Eater…” He snorts and raises an eyebrow. “I thought you were never going to call me that again.” “Well, you’re intentionally goading me.” His grin quirks up at the sides. “I’d call it more of a test. You failed, by the way.” “What? How could I fail?” I blurt out before relaxing back into my seat. “I mean, I don’t know what you’re testing, but I’m good at taking tests. I’m quite intelligent.” Peter shakes his head in amusement. “And yet you fall for my tricks every time. I can’t lie, though. I rather enjoy it.” I’m getting annoyed that he’s beating around the bush. “What was the test?” “Well, I thought I’d check and see how you’re getting on with… Teddie.” I narrow my eyes at him, and he rolls his before adding, “Yeah, I knew her name. And the fact that you corrected me means you know it too.” I lift an eyebrow. “Of course, I know it. We’ve been together for five days, fourteen hours, and twenty-seven minutes. Give or take.” “So, you’d say your routine has been shaken up? And how does that make you feel?” “Don’t lose sight of your qualifications, Peter. You’re a pencil pusher, not a therapist.” He shrugs. “My plan is working. I don’t care what you say. You obviously like her since you’ve felt bothered enough to remember her name. She might be just what you need.”
I grunt and lean back in my chair, far enough to crack my back. “What I need is peace and quiet. What I need is time alone. But what I get is Teddie.” “What do you mean?” Peter cocks his head to the side like a dog trying to understand his owner’s gibberish. “She’s everywhere, all the time! Whenever I leave my room, she’s in the kitchen baking cookies or cakes or whatever the fuck she’s making for the day.” Peter gives a low whistle. “Sounds rough.” I glare at him, trying to think of other things I find annoying about Teddie. “She’s always… humming or singing.” “Yikes. Can’t carry a tune?” I throw my hands up. “No! Always on-key with perfect pitch, which makes it even worse! She’s like an angelic little songbird.” Peter gives me a sarcastic look through the screen. “Ah, yes, that must be fucking horrible.” “And she’s practically sunshine in a sundress. I’m losing my goddamn mind.” I run my fingers through my hair as if to showcase the point. “I know this is all some sort of cover, like she has a nefarious plot to snuff me out before I can leave a bad review or something.” Peter shakes his head at me. “Oh, my sweet, naïve little brother… You’re in a mess—that’s for sure. Let me tell you what’s actually going to happen.” He leans in closer, so I mimic his movements. “You’re going to fall in love with this woman and stay in Christmas Key forever.” “It’s Candy Cane Key,” I reply robotically before realizing what he said and sputtering. “That’s never going to happen!”
I’m just a true southern girl, reading and writing books, asking you to love me! My books are extra steamy, contemporary romances, all with HEAs and no cliffhangers! They’re short, smutty, and tastefully trashy.
If you love over-protective, sexy, alpha book boyfriends who make you swoon and reach for your favorite… bookmark, then you’ve come to the right place.
When I’m not writing books or doing bookish things, I’m probably listening to music, designing smutty stickers, adding to my spectacular band t-shirt collection, or learning how to do something new like arm-knitting because I’m neurodivergent AF! And yes, I really do know how to knit with my arms.
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