March into romance this month with Loveswept—snuggle up with your e-reader and our new books to escape the chill of those cold winter nights.
Who doesn’t love naked men? In Christi Barth’s Risking It All, friends bonded by tragedy fight for their future with strong and sassy women. In New York Times bestselling author Tracy Wolff’s Lovegame, a damaged starlet bares her soul—and falls for the one man who cares enough to listen. Speaking of games, New York Times bestselling author Violet Duke kicks off her sizzling-hot new Fourth Down series with a friends-to-lovers romance between a no-strings-attached sports analyst and the hottest damn tomboy he’s ever met in Jackson’s Trust. As Sawyer Bennett’s New York Times bestselling Cold Fury series continues with Hawke, the league’s most notorious party animal gets blindsided by the one that got away. The world of extreme sports just got a little steamier in Zoe Dawson’s Ramping Up. Second chances are sweeter than ever for a reformed bully who’s more than just a jock in Charlotte Stein’s next installment of the steamy Dark Obsession series, Never Sweeter. And Shana Gray’s provocative new novel features a resilient fighter going round for tantalizing round with the one that got away in After the Hurt.
For history fans, the Highland Knights series continues with a tight-knit band of Scottish mercenaries in USA Today bestselling author Jennifer Haymore’s Highland Awakening. Don’t miss the first book in USA Today bestselling author Ashlyn Macnamara’s charming new regency romance trilogy, To Lure a Proper Lady.
And for those contemporary romance fans, there’s a new voice in romance you won’t want to miss—A. M. Madden—who cleans up the city streets in the first book in her new True Heroes series, Stone Walls, featuring hot alpha men on the NYPD force. New York Times bestselling author Marquita Valentine ratchets up the tension as new beginnings lead to undeniable passion in After We Fall. And in Resist, a sizzling novel from New York Times bestselling author Missy Johnson, a young journalist goes undercover in a world of desire.
I’m sad to say it’s over…but it’s not over over, as there is a bouquet of beautiful romances awaiting you in April!
Until next month—Happy Romance!
Gina Wachtel
Associate Publisher
Read on for an excerpt from
Max
Cold Fury Hockey Series
by Sawyer Bennett
Available from Loveswept
Chapter 1
Max
I stick the nozzle in my gas tank, depress the handle, and flip the catch down to hold it in place. Letting the gas flow on its own, I head across the nearly empty parking lot to the gas station, which is lit up like a bright beacon out here on Possum Track Road. I’m starved and I know my fridge is empty at home, so I’m going to break down and buy some junk food for my dinner. I just won’t tell Vale about it, as I don’t feel like listening to her bitch at me.
Vale Campbell…pretty as hell and nice to look at, but I dread having to hang out with her. That’s because she’s one of the assistant athletic trainers for the Cold Fury, and most important, working with me on my strength and conditioning. She would most certainly say Snickers, Cheez-Its, and root beer are not on my approved list, and then she’d have me doing burpees, mountain climbers, and box jumps until I puked.
Pulling the door open, I immediately see two guys at the cooler checking out the stock of beer. Both wearing wifebeaters stained with grease and faded ball caps. I, myself, pull my own hat down farther to hide my face, as I don’t feel like getting recognized tonight. It’s late, I want to get my junk food and get gone. We’ve got an early morning practice tomorrow.
I turn right down the first aisle, which houses the chips and other such snacks, slightly aware the other two customers are heading to the counter to check out. I keep my back to them just to be safe and peruse the options.
Funyuns.
Potato chips.
Doritos.
Corn nuts.
Reaching for a bag of salt-and-vinegar potato chips, I hear one of the guys drawl in a typical North Carolina redneck accent, “Hey, sweet thang. How ’bout a pack of Marlboro Reds and how ’bout handing me that there box of condoms. The extralarge size.”
The redneck’s companion snickers, and then snorts. I turn slightly to see them both shoot conspiratorial grins at each other, and one guy nudges the other guy to egg him on. While the clerk turns to get the condoms, the redneck leans across the counter and stares blatantly at the woman’s ass. The other guy says loud enough that I hear, so I know the woman hears, “Mmmmm…that is a fine ass.”
Turning my body full so I face the counter, I see the woman’s back stiffen and she turns her face to the left to look at a closed doorway beside the rack that holds all of the cigarettes. I’m wondering if perhaps a manager or another employee is in there, and she’s hoping for some help.