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  Problem Child

  A Billionaire Werewolf Shifter Romance

  By: Terry Jade

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  Taming The Bear Shifter: BBW Paranormal Biker Romance by Terry Jade Description.

  Heath is in trouble, or perhaps he just is trouble, which one Catharina really isn’t quite sure.

  On arriving in England she is immediately plunged into deadly chaos with accidents and chance not so much crossing her path as steamrolling their way through it. Nothing seems to be going to plan and just when one thing is resolved another uncertainty raises its head.

  At the heart of it all is the mysterious Heath, a lone biker with a talent for turbulence as well as a very unusual ability.

  The Moors provide the frozen backdrop to this shifter romance, but will events conspire to stop them from a successful outcome?

  She will have to act quickly and think hard on her stiletto heels if she is going to get this problem to resolve itself and to do it soon whilst there is still time for both of them to work it out.

  Fighter and the Billionaire: Billionaire Stepbrother MMA Romance by Ella Frost Description.

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  When Alex Rayman breezes into Mermaids bar, he brings with him a lot more than an icy draft. Soon, Eliana finds herself drawn to him. But his world is murky and complicated and his past a mystery, which he would rather keep to himself.

  However, a dark family secret is unexpectedly unearthed, bringing both their lives into sharp focus. Eliana is forced to choose between her safe, but boring, existence in a cozy New England town with rich boyfriend, Rob, who can provide everything except the stimulation she desires and an entirely different scenario altogether. But one which threatens to rip the heart of everything she and her family hold dear.

  Together, they attempt to overcome their recent histories and Alex desperately tries to make a new start. But when the past comes calling, he must confront uncomfortable truths and do what is required to get them both out of danger.

  Hearts of Ice: BWWM Pregnancy Sports Romance by Ella Frost Description.

  Kiana Douglas is the definition of a strong, independent woman. She’s not the type to let a guy take over her whole world. After a fight with her most recent ex, Kiana has made a vow to herself to stay single for a while and live for herself. A little brother-sister weekend changes all that when Kiana’s brother, Chris, has tickets to a pricey hockey game. Chris is a sports reporter and needs to get in an interview with one of hockey’s most famous stars--Dominik Chicosky. There’s just one minor problem: Dominik won’t agree to do the interview unless Kiana will go on a date with him. Even though Dominik is a known player, Kiana agrees, thinking that she has nothing to lose. The night doesn’t quite go as expected, and the results of one date with a hockey star bad-boy will change her life, and his, forever. Will these cold-hearted people find love with each other, or will their icy temperaments get the better of them?

  Playing the Field: 30 Days in Aspen by Ella Frost Description.

  Damon Lockheed is a baseball superstar with all of the perks that go with the fame, including a different girl every night. In the beginning of it, he never dreamed of settling down. But all good things must come to an end. More bored than anything, Damon takes a bet with the rest of the team that he can change his behavior anytime he wants. And actually manages to do so. That is until he comes face to face with the girl from his childhood who has always loved him. No longer the little brat that fawned over him, she might just be the one thing that breaks him and his bet.

  The Duke’s Search for a Wife: First Time Romance by Rachel Brant Description.

  “The Duke’s Search for a Wife- First Time Romance” is a romantic novel set in the Regency Era. Edward Conner is the Duke, who comes back to London, after completing his studies, in search of a wife. His family has some high-end plans for him. But, he comes across a gorgeous lady, Amelia in the Brackcliffe village and falls in love with her on the first sight. She also admires his outlooks but later finds out that there is another part of the Duke’s personality, which is really hard to bear for the rest of her life.

  She searches for the child in Edward she used to admire during yesteryears. But, she fails to do so. She rethinks her decision to devote herself to the Duke because she has saved herself all her life for a person she would genuinely love. With the course of time, some events take place that exhibit the vulnerability of Edward. Will Edward ever get the girl he loves? Will Amy ever sleep with Edward?

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  Problem Child

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  Problem Child

  The crescent moon glinted in the clearness of the cold January night. Rebecca shivered and pulled her cloak closer around her.

  It certainly knew how to do bracing in Whitby. From behind her, the sea roared, like a drunk, spoiling for a fight, occasionally spilling its foamy white guts out onto the road where she was standing.

  Next to her, a notice spelled out caution. “Danger From High Seas”.

  Here, Rebecca almost snorted in derision. The chance of some danger would be a fine thing. Anything would be, she needed something to snap her out of her anesthesia. At the moment, the only danger she had was of dying from boredom.

  She sighed deeply, taking in the cold, crisp, salty air. It had been two days since she’d left the city. She had said she had wanted some space. Not just from Mark and his unflinching presence in her home, her heart and her head, but all the rest of it too.

  Coming from New York, she was of course pretty much used to the claustrophobia of city living. This was why it was such a mystery that she felt so drawn to this charming, but small, Yorkshire coastal town.

  Still, despite the attraction, Rebecca could not make herself really feel anything, real, pretend or otherwise.

  Better make the most of it anyhow, because it would only last a day or two, for the conference on human genetics and then she would be back to the smoke.

  In the meanwhile, she had thought, what the hell, and allowed a dating app to determine her fate for the night. Undoubtedly it would probably be a disaster, but even that might mean she had to feel something again.

  She ran her fing
ers through her thick, black curls that were automatically unraveling in the blast of this force nine gale. Hair grips and clips had categorically failed to tame them and now she was headed out to a date looking like she had had an encounter with the Van Der Graaf machine. Great.

  Young couples strode past her, seemingly impervious to the ice-laden temperatures blowing in from Holland, or Denmark, or whatever the hell it actually was out there. Rebecca was used to seeing clubbers wearing next to nothing in the city, but this display of brazen will against the might of the North Sea impressed her greatly.

  She really hoped she didn’t run into anyone from the conference earlier. She’d spied someone, just a moment before and that had been the push that she needed to propel her toward the hotel. If she thought about it for too long, she would talk herself out of going and then what? Become a sitting target for the guys at work? They were a nice enough bunch, but she’d had more than her fair share of pink-faced males blushing and gurning for one evening. She hoped to God that this dating service knew what it was doing.

  “Evening” An old couple greeted her, as she sped past. They were dressed sensibly at least, in matching quilted anoraks. Rebecca, to her shame, almost didn’t stop. Where she was from, only people who wanted something from you addressed total strangers in a friendly fashion.

  Her round face softened into a smile.

  “Hey. Good evening.”

  And just for a split second, she allowed herself to feel a chink of something, was it hope, or just curiosity?

  Jet clicked his fingers impatiently and summoned a black-clad waiter to the side table where he had been waiting for all of three minutes.

  Three minutes too long.

  He glanced at the Rolex on his arm.

  “Champagne and ice,” He said nonchalantly to the tall, nervous young server.

  He was used to being seen to – and fast. Perhaps he would have words with the management, let them know of his displeasure. Then that youngster would be picking up his P45 a damn site faster than he picked up his order pad.

  The cooler arrived more promptly than his order had been taken but didn’t cull Jet’s irritation. What was the point of an exclusive restaurant if one did not get treated with respect?

  The phone beeped and he picked it up irritably. It was Scot, his newest assistant.

  “How will I recognize the client?”

  Jet’s felt his temper rising. This guy was useless. What sort of psychic detective needed an E fit? Never mind the waiter, first thing tomorrow, that guy was history.

  His annoyance abated slightly as he became distracted by the restaurant doors which flew open, letting in a draft blast of salty night air and with it some customers. Unexpectedly, for a mid-week night in January, the place was actually beginning to fill up.

  An odd gaggle of disjointed males spilled into the dining area, standing in twos and threes awkwardly. Not in the usual male scrum of slightly pissed up bonhomie. Perhaps that would come later, although Jet got an instinctive feeling about this group, that somehow that was not going to happen here.

  A weedy, slightly bendy looking guy with a wart on his upper lip wafted over towards where Jet was seated, beckoning over his companion, wearing an uncomfortable suit and shiny loafers, that appeared to be causing him significant discomfort.

  At one point the slight, warty man, with dishwater hair almost caught his eye. But he soon dropped it. Jet knew who these nerds were. They were from the science conference that was in town. The place could barely move for the cloying scent of over applied after shave and fragile masculinity.

  Yes, these were the shifter chasers, although they would probably rather be known as scientists, men of reason.

  A callous smile played around Jet’s thin lips. These men would see themselves as rationalists, saviors even, but all they were helping to do was to –

  An arse.

  Cutting across everything, it came dancing into view. Wiggling splendidly, up and down, back and forth, rhythmically. Jet had a special talent for arses. This one had just entered stage left and was now weaving its very wavy way across the room in a slinky, yet slightly unsure fashion. Every thought he had previously been thinking just dropped out of his head.

  Please let this be his date.

  Jet wasn’t a man accustomed to praying but did find himself at that minute offering up an involuntary entreaty to the heavens.

  The hips bounded past him and seemed to be headed for the distance. Slink – slinking off towards the door and pushing down on it. No doubt about to disappear forever.

  Fuck you, God.

  “Is this seat taken?”

  He swiveled around in his seat in some confusion. Somehow, the hips were now right in front of him.

  He frowned slightly, puzzled but pleased by the sight of her all the same.

  The female’s voice was low and sultry, he liked that. It was also American, which was unexpected.

  “I.. er.. no please sit down,” Said Jet, getting to his feet.

  He was more than happy to assist the owner of such an ample behind to become comfortably seated, sad though it was to have to watch it disappearing into the chair. The female took her seat and squelched her fabulous buttocks on the chrome seat. She wouldn’t need any padding.

  “You must be Mr. Black I’m guessing” She breathed.

  “You guess right Rebecca,” He said, taking her hand and kissing it lightly. “Please sit down.”

  He almost drank in her light brown almond shaped eyes and slightly freckled complexion. She was of average height, but with far more than average curves. This was promising.

  Jet’s cool blue-grey eyes ran up and down over his companion’s frame and features as she studied the menu intently and then announced, in that slightly dusky voice, that she would only be having the salad.

  “You not hungry?” He asked, inquisitively. This girl seemed well nourished and not quite the type to skimp on meals by the look of her. And there was nothing wrong with that too, he thought approvingly.

  In fact, he would have been up for skipping dinner altogether and getting straight on with it. But his stomach had already filed its demands to his brain.

  Under the table, he couldn’t help noticing the way that Rebecca was shifting from one buttock to the other. Her legs had taken on a life of their own and were crossing and uncrossing themselves in a way that seemed completely involuntary.

  Jet felt himself buzz with a kind of low intensity.

  “Um… Not really.” She said. He thought he sensed a note of caution in her voice. He watched in curiosity as she appeared to be vanishing behind the menu she was holding. Was she avoiding something? Him?

  Then he sensed a presence on the back of his head. Without turning, he clocked the dishwater blond’s pale eyes burn into him.

  Oh right, so he’s the one bothering you.

  Amusement shot across his eyes for a millisecond.

  He wouldn't have been much of a private detective if he couldn't spot these things after all.

  He turned, for the briefest of tiny moments, as she shuffled pretending to look for something in her bag, desperately trying to avoid an interaction with the man. Then cast his eyes fulsomely onto the blond scrote’s face.

  Jet stifled the urge to growl that was rising in his throat, as he surveyed the terrified prick and it submerged into a cough. Instantly, the gnat backed away, suddenly finding some other table to his liking and dragging his baffled mate along with him.

  He won’t be bothering you now sweetie.

  Rebecca looked up, nervously, to find, problem solved. The creep who had been hitting on her all day long suddenly kicked into the long grass or, at least, the table by the kitchen door, where he was obscured by wait staff coming in and out.

  Then Jet met her eyes fully, she smiled but didn’t flinch or give any signals. Damn! Trying to read her was hard. She did not seem the type to go weak at the knees and if Jet was going to get what he wanted, he could see he was going to have to pull
out all the stops.

  Finally, she focused her attention on Jet. Now she was properly seated he had been brought into full HD view. Tall, maybe 6’ 4” and heavily built, with imperceptible eyes of a color she was yet to determine.

  He was dressed sharply and, Rebecca suspected expensively. She wasn’t very au fait with men’s fashions and grooming, but that suit was definitely Hugo Boss. But it wasn’t so much the clothing. Jet could have been wearing ripped jeans, but still would have had the scent of money and power.

  Nothing like Mark, this was a big plus. No matter where she went, she felt she was still somehow trapped by him. Even after their split, which had been painful, but not acrimonious, they were still living together, because of the stupid London rent situation.

  So yes, they were officially through, but rather harder to have a wild night of passion when one’s ex still occupied the sofa and you were face to face with his undies on the end of the radiator every day.

  In fact, Rebecca wasn’t even sure if she wanted a night of passion, not with any of the men she knew, anyway. But it would just be nice to do a face pack or watch some trashy TV without having to pre-empt his reaction to it. He wasn’t doing anything wrong and he had been a complete gentleman. Everything was perfectly pleasant between them.

  Jet’s labyrinthine eyes emitted a barely concealed heat.

  Rebecca did not want pleasant any longer, that much was clear now. She found she was being almost locked into the force field of vehemence that was flowing from him.

  Fortunately, the venom in them was not directed at her. The sharp placed glance was to the cowering waiter, who came running.