Addison Albright
📚 From Sunday: I nodded slowly. “Whoa.” Wiping a hand over my face, I sighed. “I never thought there’d be a time when ‘you had temporary gills and then a merman tossed you onto a beach’ would be the most plausible explanation for… well, anything.”
❤️ Hearts Ablaze is a steamy, slow-burn, friends-to-lovers, opposites attract, bisexual awakening romance.
📚 From Friday:
My mouth goes dry, my heart thumps in my chest, and all my questions fall away except one.
“But…” I lick my lips—what was I going to say? His thumb, his thumb, his thumb “Loving me is one thing. What about…”
“…sex?” His voice is as husky as mine.
📚 From Tuesday: “You do that puddin’-pop, and I’ll be there with a PowerPoint presentation. It’ll consist of four words over and over. ‘Do your damn job.’ If pushed, I might throw in a ‘Don’t make me do it for you’ as a closing argument.”
💜 Best Friends. Roommates. And now, maybe…more?
☆ EXCERPT ☆ GIVEAWAY ☆
🩸 A killer. A traitor. A deadly war that could take their love and their lives…
☆ CHARACTER INTERVIEW ☆ EXCERPT ☆ GIVEAWAY ☆
📚 From Friday:
The words Mat heard the clearest were, “I’ll always come back.” they made his heart pound, and he forgot about his aches and pains.
📚 From Monda:
“And you’re how old again?” Hamish’s open smile took off what could’ve easily have been a harsher edge to his words.
Grinning along with the man, Darshan bumped their hips together. “You are never too old to attempt sneaking things past your parents.”
📚 From Wednesday:
Except Doug’s anything but an alpha male, and instead of being full of that “fuck yeah” confidence after a big lawyerly win or going toe-to-toe in a boxing ring, he’s slowly puffing himself up in anticipation of a cruise ship trivia night.
My pretend husband is fucking adorable.
🐅 Can Aleksi and Seth manage to find happiness by mating the enemy?
☆ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ☆ GIVEAWAY ☆
📚 From Sunday:
A year ago he’d had no sense of the stone about to land in his life. Ripples and ripples and he was sinking.
“Cadence Bell,” he said, to the wind and the sea, “Queen’s playwright and artistic advisor. On the Inner council.” The sea sighed at him with voiceless well-meant soothing rhythm; but it had no advice to give.
📚 From Monday:
Jack slipped into the thick pedestrian traffic, walking just a bit faster than most of the people heading to work. He had never quite understood the buzz of working a crowd, but right then, dodging and weaving around human-shaped obstacles, aware that Gareth was trying to catch up without creating an obvious scene, Jack suddenly felt insanely happy.
✨ How can he win with the odds stacked against him?
☆ INTERVIEW ☆ EXCERPT ☆ GIVEAWAY ☆
📚 From Thursday:
The scent shimmering off Phin’s skin was akin to inhaling flame. As intoxicating as it was life-giving. Jake’s nostrils flared in recognition of a truth he could no longer deny. Jack had never tried, of course, a fact Jake had been hell-bent on blanking. Intent on blissful ignorance. Jackals mate for life. Plural. Phin smelled of home and hearth, of flickering warmth on a bitter winter night. It was far too late now. It had been from the very first.
🧚♂️ The power of the mind is immense. In this world, mankind has learned to gather the energies of creation to use at their whim. But absolute power corrupts absolutely.
☆ EXCLUSIVE EXCERPT ☆ GIVEAWAY ☆
🐺 When the search for a place to belong becomes a fight for survival.
☆ GUEST POST ☆ EXCERPT ☆
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📚 From Monday:
Who’s he kidding? It’s taken him this long to just build up the courage to invite Jim in. By the time he gets around to asking the man to stay the night, one or both of them will probably be too old to be any good in the sack. Most likely it’ll be him.
💙 Can one man’s battle to be himself win another’s war with himself?
📚 From Monday:
Marcus’ chest is tightening as he sinks to the floor, shivering and soaked in sweat. He’s dying, he knows this for certain, the fucking breathing exercises don’t work when you can’t breathe, and he’s positive that his heart is about to explode out of his chest and he can’t—he can’t—
He just can’t.
