New Release! Hazel and the Alien Biker (Intergalactic Brides 5) by Jessica Coulter Smith


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About the Book

Kicked off his home world after losing his mate, Reyvor has made a place for himself on Earth, spending his afternoons drinking and his nights cruising the streets on his Harley. But all of that is about to change. A commotion outside of his motel room just may turn out to be his saving grace.

Hazel has lost everything, but she’d do it all again if it meant escaping the abusive boyfriend who liked to beat on her three girls and herself. Dumpster diving has never been her favorite thing to do, but she doesn’t have a penny to her name and her girls are starving. But when she’s caught, something miraculous happens.

Reyvor knows right away that the petite woman with the large blue eyes needs him. When he hears that this little ragtag family hasn’t eaten in days, he convinces Hazel to accept a warm meal and a place to stay for the night. The girls warm his heart and remind him of what he once wanted out of life. Is it too late to start over?

Hazel is hesitant to trust anyone again with her heart, but Reyvor is determined to make her his. What’s an alien to do when all he wants is a loving family to call his own? He’ll break down her defenses one by one, until she melts against him and begs for his kiss. But can he claim the feisty Hazel without completely losing his heart to her?



The bike purred to life and he pulled away from the curb. It wasn’t too terribly late, but he knew the upscale stores would be closed. After driving through town, he found one of those large stores that seemed to carry a little bit of everything and decided it would suit his purpose. Human clothes were a mystery to him, but a gaggle of giggling teen girls had been only too happy to help him out. They’d flirted outrageously, even though he was obviously too old for them. He’d been kind and considerate, but had made sure their flirting didn’t go any further.

After he paid for his purchases, he shoved them into his saddlebags and went back to the hotel room he was renting by the week. It was really more of a suite with a separate bedroom and living area, more than enough room for him. Reyvor pulled to a stop in front of his door, turned off the bike, and retrieved his bags of clothes. Inside the room, he put everything away and pulled out the pajama pants the girls had talked him into. They felt soft and he thought they would be ideal for lounging around the room, but he’d always slept naked and didn’t intend to stop now.

He changed, braided his hair, and was about to sit down and turn on the TV when he heard a commotion outside. The panic of a female voice sent him into motion and he opened the door to see what was going on. A very small woman was struggling to break free of the hotel manager. He noticed three small, very scared children, hovering nearby.

“What’s the problem?” he asked as he stepped outside.

“I caught this piece of trash digging through the dumpsters and peeking in the windows. She’s here to steal stuff and I’m calling the cops.”

Her clothes were worn and torn in places, her hair matted and dirty. The children huddling behind her were just as worn and unclean. It didn’t take but a moment for him to surmise that they had nowhere to go and were living on the streets. He’d seen several people begging for money on street corners, but the stubborn tilt of the woman’s chin told him she’d never begged for anything in her life.

“Did you stop to think maybe they were merely hungry and looking for food?” Reyvor asked. “Perhaps if you offered them a hot meal they wouldn’t need to dig through the dumpster.”

“I’m not running a charity here. If they want to eat, they’ll pay for it just like everyone else. It’s bad for business having people like this hanging around.”

Reyvor frowned as he saw the shame flash in the woman’s eyes and the flush of embarrassment on the cheeks of her children. He didn’t know what had happened to her, why she had fallen so far, but in that moment he determined that he would help her in any way that he could. Despite the grime, he could tell she was an attractive woman, and he couldn’t understand why she didn’t have a male watching over her.

“Let her go,” Reyvor said. “I’ll take responsibility for her.”

The manager eyed him and finally released the woman, shoving her toward Reyvor. She fell against him and his arms immediately went around her. She was slight and he worried that it had been too long since she’d last eaten. The manager stormed off in the other direction and Reyvor addressed the tattered creature in his arms.

“My name is Reyvor and I’d like to help you, if you’ll let me.”

Playlist while writing Hazel and the Alien Biker

  • Abba (Gold album)
  • Jan & Dean (Greatest Hits album)
  • The Beatles (White album)
  • Chicago (Greatest Hits album)
  • Green Day (American Idiot album)
  • Daddy Yankee (Barrio Fino album)
  • Avenged Sevenfold (Hail to the King album)

About the Author


What happens when you get two artistic romantics together? An impulsive marriage proposal – and a woman who says yes (on the first date)! While Jessica’s husband may not have intended for the words “marry me” to pop out on their first date, she surprised him even more by saying yes! That was in 2000 and they’re hoping for many more years together.

Jessica Coulter Smith began writing at an early age, but it wasn’t until 2008 that someone convinced her to have one of her stories published. When she received her acceptance letter in August 2008, it set her on an incredible journey, one she hopes will never end. In 2010, she decided to stay home with the kids and write full-time. It’s a decision she hasn’t regretted, and one that will hopefully result in many more stories to come.

Spotlight: Resisting the Alpha by Jessica Coulter Smith

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Bridget Donohue is beyond furious with the meddling alpha of the local wolf pack. He not only crashed her wedding, but scared the groom away. And for what? It isn’t like he’s ready to man up and claim her. 

Disgruntled by his attraction, Micah Smythe feels the pull but isn’t willing to bite. Bridget is irrational, mouthy, and temperamental. So why does his body respond every time she’s near? He’s declared her off limits, but the more time he spends with her, the harder it is to keep his hands to himself. 

Passion ignites between them, but Bridget refuses to give in to the wolf’s game of seduction. She’s determined to resist the alpha at all costs. 



Bridget tossed back another shot of whiskey, the amber liquid burning its way down her throat to warm her belly. It was her fifth one. Maybe. Truth be told, she’d lost count. Drinking wouldn’t solve her problems, but it sure did feel nice. She slammed the glass down on the bar top and motioned for the bartender to bring her another.

“You sure you want to do that?” Max asked.

Bridget eyed the sexy incubus and pursed her lips. “I wouldn’t ask for another one if I wasn’t sure I wanted it.”

“All right, but if you fall off that barstool, I’m not picking you up. Your ass can stay on the sticky floor.”

She snorted and motioned for him to hurry up and pour the drink. When he went to move away, she snatched the bottle out of his hand. Max just shook his head and moved on to his next customer. She watched him with a hungry gaze. If it weren’t for that whole soul-sucking thing, she might take him for a ride. Her bed was going to be damn lonely tonight. She’d gone home to change out of her wedding dress and found her fiancé’s half of the closet empty. Rat bastard hadn’t even left a note. He’d just bolted.

What a wimp, letting the likes of Micah Smythe get to him. Maybe the alpha had a point. She needed a man with a backbone, someone who would go toe-to-toe with her and not cower when she raised her voice, which she did rather frequently. She’d been told more than once she should try out a shifter, but they were always looking for their mates. That’s the last thing she wanted … that type of commitment literally meant forever. Shifters lived a damn long time, and once they bit their mates, their women would live just as long.

Bridget enjoyed life as much as the next person, but she wasn’t sure she wanted to spend several hundred years hanging around. Wouldn’t it get boring after a while? There was only so much travelling you could do, and only so many sights to see.

Someone settled on the stool next to her and she turned to look at her best friend. They couldn’t be more opposite, but somehow it worked for them. While Bridget was loud and never backed down from a fight, Josette was soft-spoken and calm in any given situation. Even when her pack attacked her, she handled it with grace. Of course, she never fought back, which Bridget just didn’t understand. No way would she ever be anyone’s punching bag.

“I don’t think the answer is in the bottom of that bottle,” Josette said as she flagged down Max.

The bartender approached with an easy smile for the young wolf, and Bridget wondered if there might be something there. It wasn’t the first time Max had lit up when Josette was around. And he definitely acted differently around her. He always turned on the charm with the ladies, true––but with Josette he spoke softly and was a little too sweet. Bridget wasn’t sure how that whole soul-sucking thing would work out between them, but obviously romance was in the air.

Too bad it wasn’t her romance. No, a certain obnoxious wolf had wrecked that for her.

“I’ll have my usual,” Josette told Max.

“One mudslide coming up, beautiful.” He winked and began gathering the ingredients.

Josette smiled at him before turning to Bridget. “Have you talked to Paul since he ran out of the church? If you could call that a run … I never realized someone’s arms could flap so much. For a minute there, I thought he would take flight.”

Bridget snickered. “Maybe he’s secretly a were-chicken. He damn near laid an egg when Micah growled at him.”

“The Alpha does have that effect on people.” Josette pursed her lips. “But then, that’s because they don’t really know him. There isn’t a sweeter man around.”

Bridget slid a glance toward Max. “I don’t know. There might be one.”

Josette stiffened. “Are you thinking of moving on so soon?”

“I wasn’t talking about for me.” Bridget rolled her eyes. “Don’t you know that man only has eyes for you? I swear he wears his heart on his sleeve every time you walk through the door.”

Spotlight: Warlock’s Mistress (Loves Spell #2) by Jessica Coulter Smith

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warlocks-mistressWarlock’s Mistress (Loves Spell #2)

by Jessica Coulter Smith

Published by Evernight Publishing

ISBN #9781772330359

Length: Novella

Price: $3.99

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About the Book:

Seraphine Bishop, enchanted by a sorcerer in the 1800’s, has been by Jared Blaylock’s side for over a hundred years. As his mistress. But things are changing, Jared has been pulling away, distancing himself, and Seraphine wants to know why. They’ve been together for so long, has he finally tired of her?

Jared aches to be near Seraphine, his destined mate, but he must pull away to save her. A fairy prince has laid claim to her, wanting her for his bride. Unless Jared can find a way to change the prince’s mind, he’ll lose Seraphine forever.

Be Warned: bondage


Seraphine Bishop watched with narrowed eyes as her lover pulled on his clothes. Was it her imagination or did he always seem to be in a hurry to run out the door these days? It seemed she was good enough to fuck, but not good enough to cuddle. That hadn’t always been the case. She’d been Jared Blaylock’s mistress since 1895, when he’d found her roaming the streets, half starved, without a penny to her name and without hope of surviving until tomorrow. A sorcerer had taken a shine to her and had cast a spell over her, freezing her in time and giving her the gift of eternal life, except he’d grown tired of her after a few months and had thrown her out. Jared had found her and given her a new life, except he hadn’t been Jared then. He’d changed names many times over the centuries, with very few people knowing his original name—Lord William Stratham. Her warlock was over five hundred years old, but still looked like a sexy thirty-five.

In all these years, Jared had always been attentive, lavishing her with attention and affection, but for the past month, it had been like being with a stranger. He still came to her, spent an hour or two in her bed, then ran for the door as if hellhounds were nipping at his heels and he couldn’t wait to be rid of her. Why he hadn’t thrown her out, she didn’t understand. It was obvious he’d grown tired of her. Really, she’d expected it to happen a lot sooner. They’d been together for over a hundred years. She’d been waiting for the day he’d crossed paths with his mate and end their affair. Seraphine wondered if perhaps that’s what had happened and he just didn’t know how to tell her, or wasn’t ready to let her go just yet. The question was how much longer was she going to put up with it in silence? She’d been quiet so far, taking his rejection as best she could, but it was grating on her nerves. Things were still hot between them, there was obviously still something there, but he didn’t seem to want to acknowledge it.

Jared paused at the bedroom door. His auburn hair fell across his forehead and into his eyes, hiding their green depths from her. She wondered if he was going to say something, tell her it was over, that he wouldn’t be back, but he turned away from her, twisted the knob, and left without a word. Her heart ached and she fought back tears at the cold dismissal. She shouldn’t have let her heart get involved in the first place. She was in his life for one purpose and one purpose only. As his mistress, she didn’t have the luxury of falling in love with him. Unfortunately, her heart had other ideas.

Not for the first time, she wondered if she should shackle him to her bed. Of course, he could always use magick to get away—unless she used spelled cuffs. Now there was a thought. She could make a game of it, draw him into her web so to speak, then after allowing him to give her a mind-blowing orgasm or two, she could torture the information out of him. What had changed? Why was he different? What was he hiding? If he wanted to play games, she’d play, but by her own rules.

About the Author:

Jessica lives in a world where warlocks, shapeshifters and fairies exist, and everyone deserves a happy ending — from tragic vampires finally finding love after centuries of being alone, to super hunky womanizing werewolves finding their destined mate –- it’s all in a day’s work.

Unable to find a werewolf of her very own, she decided to marry someone who thinks he’s one -– minus howling at the full moon, fleas, and a rousing game of chase-the-mailman. Okay, so he sometimes howls at the full moon.

When she isn’t writing, Jessica enjoys spending time with her family, reading (mostly romance), or going to the beach. She’s especially fond of bookstores and Starbucks!

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