Introducing DARE from Harlequin!



Introducing DARE from Harlequin!


A new imprint from Harlequin featuring strong, independent women and sizzling hot heroes. DARE delivers riveting, irresistible romance stories featuring highly explicit sexual encounters, making it the publisher’s sexiest series ever. Look for four new titles each month.

Sexy. Passionate. Bold.

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Harlequin DARE’s February Launch Titles!

Title: Off Limits

Author: Clare Connelly

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Digital ISBN: 9781488082368

“I want to taste you tonight.”

With chemistry this hot, it’s worth getting burned…

Billionaire Jack Grant is totally off-limits to Gemma Picton. He’s wild, deliciously dangerous…and her boss. When working late turns X-rated, it’s better than her wildest imaginings—and Gemma’s imagined a lot! But Jack has major emotional baggage, so when Gemma starts wanting to heal his heart as well as enjoy his body, she knows she’s in big trouble…!


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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Off Limits by Clare Connelly

I am holding my breath again. Is that how I’m going to get over this little hurdle? Suffocate myself? Is that even possible? I’m pretty sure we have some breathing trigger in our brains, but my brain is a bit pissy with me so maybe it would conveniently forget about the button.

I push air out consciously, quietly, and he takes his seat.

‘Anyway…’ I prompt impatiently.

His smile is a clicker. Is he laughing at me? Arrogant arsehole! That’s be just like him. See? That’s the problem! I know him. I’m not one of his other women. I know that is he as bastardy as he is sexy.

‘How did you sleep?’

I blink at him, my eyes wide. ‘You’ve already asked me that.’

‘You didn’t answer.’

I except a sign that speaks of anger. ‘Like I always do. Seriously, Jack. My desk is covered in paper. I have to get to work.’

I’m your work,’ he says with a shrug.

Insolent bastard.

He leans forward, and while his face is casual there is an urgency in the flecks of gold that fill his eyes. ‘Did you see him last night?’

I want to remind him of the salient fact I pointed out the night before. It’s not his damned business. But I’m not sure I can say that with such conviction now that I’ve tasted his mouth; now that I’ve been stunned by his desire.

Can I skirt around his question?

You’re my work? Okay, the thing is I have the New York guys waiting on contracts, you have a meeting in a week that I have to prepare for and Athens wants your input-which means my input- on a lease agreement. And I need to – ‘


God! Don’t hate me, but when he’s bossy I love it. And he’s almost always bossy.

I glare at him across his desk; it’s best if he doesn’t know that this is just about my favourite version of him.’

Title: Ruled

Author: Anne Marsh

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Series: Hard Riders MC

Digital ISBN: 9781488082382


The Rebel vs. The Princess

Complete opposites who share the same burning passion!

Jaxon Brady of the Hard Riders MC has sworn to protect Evie Kent from a rival gang. His hard muscles and black leather motorcycle boots are a sharp contrast to the girlie dresses Evie wears for her successful party-planning business. Their instant attraction is magnetic, and their lust keeps them glued to each other’s side…but is it a dangerous distraction?


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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Ruled by Anne Marsh

I have to be more cautious. From the rising volume of the squeals emanating from the backyard, cake consumption has concluded and the party will be wrapping up as the sugar highs hit, the early departers fleeing past my RV parked out front. Spotting the princess in an R-rated embrace with a biker would be bad for my business. You can’t be a dirty girl and host children’s birthday parties for a living. The moms will kill you. Fortunately, the moms aren’t mind readers. I’m only a party-perfect princess on the outside. Riding anywhere with Rev would be career suicide.

My bad voice promptly weighs in. But only if you get caught.

“I don’t do bikers.”

Something flashes across Rev’s face. “You don’t get hurt on my watch. I promise.”

“You’re not an ax murderer?”

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wallet attached to his belt by a silver chain. Silently, he flips it open and holds it out so I can read his driver’s license. There’s a military ID underneath it, too, the kind of card that gets you into Nellis Air Force Base.

“Your name isn’t Rev.” According to the State of Nevada’s laminated plastic, he’s one Jaxon Brady.

“Road name,” he says tersely.

I examine the license again. He’s also turning thirty-three in four weeks. I bet he won’t be booking a celebratory princess party.

“Wow.” I hand back his wallet. “Former navy?”

He nods, as if it’s no big deal. “SEAL. You’d be safe with me.”

He’s not big on talking. Or negotiating, asking, or sweet-talking. I’ve always trusted my instincts, though, and right now they’re on board with Rev Brady. Completely, totally, 100 percent in favor of getting on this man’s bike and riding off with him. Somewhere. Wherever he wants to go. He’s big and strong and tempting. He’s fought for our country and kept everyone safe.

How bad can he be?

The little voice in my head pipes right up. How bad do you want him to be?

That voice needs a gag.

“Think about it,” he says and then he turns and saunters toward his bike. I stand there, watching his ass the whole way, and wondering why I don’t mind his attitude. He’s scary as shit. He’s not Mr. White Picket Fence and he’s not promising happily ever after, but the man has a fantastic butt and I’m lonely. That’s all it is. I need to get out more, need to make a point of seeing someone.

Someone else.

Anyone else. There are absolutely, positively no bikers anywhere in my future.


Title: A Week to Be Wild

Author: JC Harroway

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Digital ISBN: 9781488082351

A daring game of temptation

She’ll play his game—but only by her rules!

Alex Lancaster is an adrenaline junkie. He’s also a sexy British billionaire who should come with his own warning signs. When Libby insists she’s done with men who live on the edge, Alex coaxes her out of her comfort zone—professionally and very, very personally. Libby’s taking a high-stakes gamble, but the payoff could win her everything


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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 A Week to Be Wild by JC Harroway


The man occupying her thoughts swept up beside her on a cloud of freshly showered deliciousness, his hand taking a proprietorial hold of the back of her barstool and his smoky, heavy-lidded smile stripping her naked.


‘Hi.’ Libby closed her slack-jawed mouth and swivelled to face him, turning her back on the stranger, never one to pass up a golden opportunity. She hated rudeness, but if Beer Breath was too stubborn or thick-skulled to take the hint…

Alex kept his stare on her, his smile genuine and warm enough to melt her underwear clean off, and then signalled the waiter with a flick of his wrist.

Libby sensed the moment when Beer Breath slinked away, and the hairs on the back of her neck settled—but only temporarily, because Alex hadn’t taken his eyes off her. In fact, he was looking at her as if he was seconds from devouring her whole.

She shivered, delicious tendrils snaking to all her erogenous zones. ‘What are you doing here?’ Libby took a slug of her previously untouched drink, the burn calming her enough to meet his bold stare with one of her own.

‘I came to invite you out for a late supper. I was on my way to Reception and then I spotted you here.’ His hand slid from the back of her stool, and he settled into the one next to her, passing his order to the waiter before returning his disconcerting focus to her.

She stared back, lost for words and missing the proximity of his hand on her chair. He was close enough that his warmth traversed the space between them, but far enough away that she battled her body’s urge to sway closer. And keep on swaying.

‘What?’ One corner of his mouth kicked up. ‘What kind of host would I be if I left you to fend for yourself on your first night in a strange city?’

She couldn’t help the snort that left her. ‘The non-stalker kind…?’

He took the jibe with a cocksure arch of one brow, sipping wine while his poised stare flicked over her face from feature to feature.

Libby flushed hot all over. The ‘stalker’ comment had been beneath her. He hadn’t once touched her, hadn’t bought her drink, hadn’t tried to grab her phone, hadn’t even chased away her unwanted admirer—he had simply given her the out she’d wanted. The rest was all her.

What was wrong with her? Rudeness to a generous host and influential employer? All because he’d awoken needs within her? Needs too long dormant. Needs she’d never had before. Needs threatening to overwhelm her in their intensity.

Hardly his fault.

Title: Legal Seduction

Author: Lisa Childs

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: February 1, 2018

Publisher: Harlequin DARE

Series: Legal Lovers

Digital ISBN: 9781488082375


“You are mine for the next two weeks.”


Resigning might be the sexiest thing she’s ever done…


Quitting her job puts executive assistant Bette Monroe in a very compromising position. She has ten days left, and powerhouse lawyer Simon Kramer is working her late into the night…and seducing her into oblivion! While he’s convinced she’s selling business secrets, the bombshell secret she’s keeping would shock him more. Does she bare all…or keep him guessing?


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Excerpt: Copyright © 2018 Legal Seduction by Lisa Childs



“So then more money will get you to stay,” he said dismissively, as if he’d closed a case. He tossed her crumpled-up resignation letter into the brass trash can sitting beside his desk.

Frustration—and not just with this conversation—overwhelmed her, overcoming her natural inclination to avoid confrontation, and she blurted out, “No!”

Working for him these past two years had increased her frustration because of all those damn fantasies he’d inspired.

“But you just said—”

“I took the job because I needed money,” she said. “I needed money then.”

His eyes narrowed more as he studied her face. “And you don’t need it now?”

“My reason for leaving has nothing to do with money,” she said. Had she not found another source of income, she would have been forced to stay, but he didn’t need to know that.

“So you do have a reason.”

He wasn’t the trial lawyer of their partnership, but he could have been. She felt like she was being cross-examined on the witness stand. And she didn’t enjoy it one bit. Quitting was not a crime.

“I don’t have to give you a reason.” At least she didn’t think she did.

Maybe she should have had a lawyer look at that employment contract before she’d written her resignation letter. But no matter how much she paid, no lawyer would be as good as Simon Kramer. He was the best.

And, according to his ex-lovers, not just at the law…

“Why don’t you want to tell me?” he asked, and he stepped closer now, so close that she could feel the heat of his body through his suit and her cardigan and skirt.

Heat flushed her body, making her skin tingle. She tried to step back but the desk stopped her, the hard wood pressing into the backs of her thighs as he nearly touched the front of her. Her breasts pushed against the front of the gray cardigan as she struggled for breath. She had never been this close to him before. It was more than unsettling. Her knees trembled and her already tripping pulse quickened even more.

“Because it’s personal,” she murmured. And they had never been anything but businesslike with each other, except in her dreams.

He leaned down, so close that his warm breath whispered across her lips as he asked, “Are you in love with me?”

Hot Shot by S.A. Stolinsky


Hot Shot
S.A. Stolinsky
November 1, 2016
Book Description:
Payback is a powerful thing…
Actor and bartender, Tyler West experiences a sudden streak of luck — winning poker games. Determined to change his life, he enters the World Series of Poker. His life is suddenly turned upside down when the Russian mafia fronts him 1.5 million dollars to play at the tables. And then…he loses…
Now on the ride of his life, deceit and deception are his key to uncovering the truth. He must recoup the money, but will it come at a price? Can he stay alive long enough or will his time run out?
Tyler pushed his
long, blond hair back with one hand and slouched.  He knew she found him attractive.  “I’ll tell ya,” he began, hoping to make it
last, keep her interested.  “I pretty
much need the start up money right now.”
Ah, too fast.
“Start up money?
Now? You think I got a stash under my bed upstairs?  We should go up and find out.  My, my we’re in a hurry aren’t we?” Elsie
pushed Tyler into an oversized easy chair covered with brown mohair. A black
cat with white paws jumped off it as Tyler slammed down.
“Easy kid.
That’s the trick. You don’t wanta look too desperate, know what I mean? Well,
you are good lookin’ I’ll give you that,” she said. “What ya got there?”
Tyler gave her a
“Made this up on
my computer. It kind of sells land.”
Elsie said as she tore up the certificate and put it in a glass ashtray on the
glass coffee table. “The only thing that makes a lot of money fast is ass,
“One point five
million?” Tyler asked.
“You’re good
looking, but honey your ego’s getting away with you.”
Elsie sat in her
chair, a plush, pink armchair with multicolor pink pillow and a foot stool in
front. She leaned toward him.
“Listen, baby.
This is just between you and me, got it? I’ve been a madam longer than I can
remember. I work on the sly sometimes, and my parole officer comes around, but
he don’t bother me. You know why?”
            A still crestfallen Tyler looked at
            “Because I got the goods on all
those assholes, that’s why. I got the video. Don’t ever do porn without a video
somewheres in the bedroom. Ya got me?”
            Tyler nodded.
            Elsie continued without noticing.
“I’ll never tell where I hid the original, but believe me I got plenty of
copies. Got a friend on Grand that does the best photography in the city. I had
a couple of tapes made and almost sold ‘em to TV—the porn sites. So I been
thinkin’ real hard about how I can re-establish my rep. And here you come.”
Tyler finally
opened his mouth but it was only to use his tongue to wet his lips, they felt
parched and he was sure they would crack it he kept his mouth closed any
“Yes, Ma’am,”
was all he could think to say.
“I’m gonna start
up the biggest whore house in the state, sonny. This time? With men. You know
how much a good male hooker can make? Two thousand a night. Now—depending on
your stamina…”
“Yeah, I get the
picture,” Tyler said.
He wasn’t in to
older women, but he had to admit, Elsie was beginning to look visibly younger
with the excitement she was projecting. Some people love their work. Her gray
roots were beginning to look more like silver blonde streaks and her smile was
widening. Her teeth, perfect in what were undoubtedly caps, glistened.
“A male whore
house. I don’t think it’s been done before,” Elsie repeated.
Elsie was spry
for a woman her age, but she had become overweight and as Tyler checked out the
flat, it looked like she’d just moved into the place.  She no longer looked like a professional, but
that was probably the point.  On a small
table next to Tyler there was a silver framed picture, a studio shot of a
glamorous woman, her head tilted back, full makeup and blond hair, her fingers
just touching her chin and a large, pearl necklace around her neck and thick
jeweled bracelets on her wrists. Tyler realized it was an old shot of Elsie
maybe forty years ago.
“Women in their
eighties still masturbate, you know that?” Elsie asked noticing him admiring
the photo. She looked like she might jot down his answer in an interview. “And
what a shame that is when guys like you are just running around willy-nilly.”
“No, ma’am,
never really thought about it,” Tyler said.
“You sure do
look like your pa. He was a crafty one, but always good to my girls. You work
out, huh? I got a boob job in my seventies. Hell, nothing stays up forever.
They’re just starting to sag again now. Thinking about getting ‘em done again,
so this is a good time we connected.”
“Yes, Ma’am,”
Tyler wasn’t sure where this was going, but he was pretty sure he didn’t want
it to go much further.
“Thirty percent
on my end,” she said.
“Huh?” Tyler
realized his eyes had widened and tried to relax so he wouldn’t look so stupid.
“That’s a lot of
money, Ma’am,” Tyler said, when the hole in his stomach shrunk slightly. “I
mean I’m desperate, like you say, but that’s a big cut.”
“Listen, kid. A
man looks like you, your age, your height, your…face, could make more than two
thousand dollars a night, okay? It’s not gonna last forever, so you better grab
it while ya can.
About the Author:
Stefanie Stolinsky, Ph.D. is a licensed psychologist and forensic psychologist with a private practice in Beverly Hills, California. She  specializes  in trauma, adults sexually, physically and emotionally abused as children, and PTSD. She is an international speaker and has taught training seminars in overcoming the aftereffects of child abuse. She has also taught licensing examinations to candidates for both marriage, family and child counseling and for the psychology licenses. 
She began her career as an actress in motion pictures, television and stage and created a unique therapy combining acting exercises with psychodynamic psychotherapy to help survivors of all kinds of trauma overcome the aftereffects of abuse. The first edition of “ACT IT OUT” was a top seller for over nine years. A second edition of the popular book was launched in April of this year and is available on Praeclarus Press, Amazon, and Barnes and Noble. 
She is also the author of several award-winning short stories including her newest short story anthology, DATE NIGHT, and numerous comedy mystery. Dr. Stolinsky lives with her husband in Los Angeles.



The Dark Proposal by Megan Cashman

The Dark Proposal
The End of Eternity
Book One
Megan Cashman
Genre: Urban Fantasy
Date of Publication: September 14, 2012
Number of pages: 211
Word Count: 79,050
Cover Artist: Karri Kwaliter
Book Description:
A young woman copes with being forced to become a vampire as the man she loves reveals he is more evil than she can comprehend.
Claire McCormick has graduated from college and is eager for her childhood dreams to come true. She thought it would happen when she began dating Daniel Bertrand, who was everything she wanted in a boyfriend. But just as her dreams are about to happen, Claire’s life is turned upside down when Daniel reveals to be a bloodthirsty vampire, with the intent on making her his eternal companion. Frightened, Claire desperately tries to rid herself of him, but Daniel is too evil to defeat. She has to come to terms with reality, as she faces a vampire world fighting to survive in modern times, with many of them unaware of how devious Daniel can be.
The Dark Proposal is the first book in a trilogy that follows what becomes of Claire and the vampires.
WARNING: contains thematic elements, graphic content and some strong language
There was a
pregnant pause with both waiting for the other to speak or make the first move.
For a second, she wondered if this was going to be the moment he would make her
like him or kill her instead.
“No, Claire,” he
spoke suddenly. She jumped, startled. “It’s up to you to say yes. And remember
I did tell you I can read your thoughts.”
“Then please
stop, because you’re freaking me out,” she said.
He arched one
eyebrow, and for a moment, she feared he would attack her. But instead, he
crossed one arm across his chest and put the opposite hand under his chin, as
though contemplating something.
“I see you’ve
accepted somewhat of what I revealed to you,” he finally said.
“A little.” She
felt like she was preparing for war.
“What?” He
sounded curious. “Is there something else you can’t comprehend?”
“Yeah,” she said
in a shaky voice. Her eyes were downcast, and when she was ready, she lifted
them to look right at him. “I did some research while in New Jersey. There’s a
lot of websites about real vampires.”
“Yes?” Daniel
raised his eyebrows.
Taking a deep
breath, she said, “I think you killed Colin Willis.”
His face
expressionless, he lowered his arms and closed his eyes, shaking his head. He
ran one hand over his face as Claire continued.
“I read a blog
about his murder. There are rumors going around that he had two holes on the
side of his neck. There was no blood in his body.” She swallowed and asked,
almost pleading, “Did you really do it? Honestly, Dan?”
Removing his
hand, he looked right at her and said, “I think you know the answer to that
She did, and
whatever hope she had that he did not murder Willis quickly dissolved. She
began to pant in horror at first, but then in anger. “I mean, you knew as
everyone else that there was no evidence of foul play,” he was saying,
nonchalantly watching her. “Plus, there were no suspects -”
Claire suddenly
pounced on Daniel, arms flailing as she hit him in the face and chest. She was
screaming about him being a murderer and how evil he was.
It didn’t last
long because he soon caught her flying fists and held a tight grip on her
wrists, holding them away from him. His grip was beyond solid, like a steel
machine, and his eyes were hollow with rage. For a moment, she thought he was
going to attack her again. No, he was going to kill her. She dared to hit him,
dared to defy him and now she would pay the price.


He held her in
his harsh eyes for a moment, and then shoved her hands away, practically
pushing her away from him. “Honestly, who else would’ve done it?”
About the Author:
Born and raised on Staten Island, NY, Megan Cashman currently lives in Brooklyn, where she can be seen checking out the borough’s numerous coffee shops to work on her writing projects. She has a Masters’ degree in journalism, and has worked for cable news, both local and national, as well as a major New York newspaper. She is currently a freelance journalist and an adjunct professor at the City University of New York (CUNY). When she’s not writing or teaching, Megan can be seen taking nature photos with her iPhone, crocheting, doing yoga and Pilates, and trying out new dinner recipes.