Mine (Club Sin 7)
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Witches Be Burned
Warlocks Be Hexed (coming soon)
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STACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the Club Sin series. She writes deeply emotional romances about powerful men and the wild women who tame them. When she’s not plugging away at a new story, she’s either hiking, canoeing, relaxing around a campfire, or obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones, or Outlander. Stacey lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband (who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame), their two young children, and her third baby: a mini labradoodle named Jax.
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The Editor’s Corner
Another month of new Loveswept romance books is here! I know you’ll adore this selection of stories chosen just for you….
USA Today bestselling author Claire Kent continues her emotionally charged story of longing, betrayal, and insatiable desire with Darker the Release, sequel to Sweet the Sin. Another Loveswept USA Today bestseller, Lauren Layne, introduces her new Oxford series with Irresistibly Yours. Wendy Marcus’s latest sexy yet sweet military romance, All I Need is You, releases this month as well. Then there’s another Friends First story from USA Today bestseller Laura Drewry, How Forever Feels. USA Today bestseller Stacey Kennedy finishes up her successful BDSM Club Sin series with Mine, simultaneously introducing her next series of erotic play, Dirty Little Secrets, and hot hero Micah.
We’re back on the ice with the first in the Aces Hockey series from Kelly Jamieson, Major Misconduct. Ladies, hold on to your hearts, the Caldwell Brothers are here—USA Today bestselling author MJ Fields and Chelsea Camaron want you to meet Hendrix, the first book in a series about three alpha men who live up to their legendary names. Lastly, something a little different—bear-shifter’s anyone? An alpha hero to the extreme, hot highlander Ronan is all that you could want in Bearing It All by Vonnie Davis, perfect for fans of Jennifer Ashley and Shelly Laurenston.
Fabulous variety with a book for everyone, yes? I hope you’ve found your book boyfriend in this month’s releases. However, if you haven’t, fear not, as November’s hot lineup is just around the corner. Until then…
Happy Romance!
Gina Wachtel
Associate Publisher
Read on for an excerpt from the first book in Stacey Kennedy’s Dirty Little Secrets series:
Bound Beneath His Pain
Available from Loveswept
Chapter 1
Allie
I never understood sexual chemistry.
Not truly.
But I sure got a taste of it when the San Francisco real estate mogul Micah Holt walked into our rectangular third-floor meeting room at Richardson Real Estate. Located in Union Square above an art gallery, our office needed a renovation to fix the white paint peeling around the window frames, the worn hardwood floors, and the stale smell that never went away.
Today, with Micah in attendance, the office seemed even more outdated.
Enigmatic and gorgeous, Micah looked more like a fitness model than a businessman. He had stylish, short jet-black hair, a crooked nose giving him a bit of character, defined cheekbones highlighting the hard lines of his face, and an athletic squared jaw. The black tailored suit covering his six-foot-two, strong, solid body seemed to scream rip me off!
I sat next to my assistant, Liv Sloan, on the left side of the conference table, unable to take my eyes off him. He stood silently by the floor-to-ceiling windows, exuding authority and lust, while the rest of the Richardson staff assembled for the surprise Monday morning meeting.
God, I could only imagine the feeling of having his immense power flowing sensually over me. I knew my reaction was physical, not logical. It didn’t matter. I wanted to fuck him.
When my ogling caught his attention, he glanced over his shoulder, his bluish gray eyes burning into mine, holding me captive. Heat trickled through my veins, lingering low in my body, daring me to go after him. He carried a self-assurance that I’d never seen before i
n a thirty-five-year-old man. Yet somehow the strength he projected seemed haunted—tainted, somehow. Untouchable, even.
But maybe I was searching for a flaw in a man who appeared to lack one. Whatever special thing men had that called to women, this man had it in spades.