***This edition of KICKED also contains two full-length bonus books in the back! Kicked: A Dirty, Flirty Football Romance Obsession. I know the feeling well. I'm the top draft prospect for the NFL, voted All-American last year, and a God at the University of Oregon. I didn't get here by fucking around or chasing fantasies—and I'll never forget where I came from. A guy like me only gets one chance to get out, to make something of himself. Passion. I thought football was my passion. But Teagan Fletcher, she's my obsession. My childhood friend is now a woman with curves for days and hair like fire. But she also hates me—and I don't blame her. I want her. But I can't have her. I need her. But I don't know how to let go. One way or another, I'll have it all: football … and Fletcher. ***KICKED is a standalone new adult sports romance with a happy ending and no cliffhanger. To celebrate the release of this bad boy, there are two free bonus books in the back: STEPBROTHER INKED and RAW AND DIRTY, both from C.M.'s pen name, Violet Blaze. All three are full-length novels, full of bad boys and tattoos, and loaded with hot, hot, hotness. Enjoy! EXCERPT FROM "KICKED": “What are we doing?” Teagan asked as I forced her to jog after me towards the tunnel. “Where are we going?” Her voice was breathy and patchy, and she panted as she ran after me, but she kept going, following me into the pitch blackness and down, down, down. At the halfway mark, I stopped, turned, shoved her back into the wall. “Tyce,” Teagan said, her voice high and reedy, like she was about to come in her panties just from looking at me. I reached up and tore my helmet from my head, tossing it aside and letting it bounce along the pavement beneath our feet. I was panting so goddamn hard in that moment, sucking in breath after anxious breath as my eyes flicked over her face, down her throat, across the full swell of her chest. I stepped forward and cupped the back of her head with a golden glove, leaned down and captured her mouth with mine. I kissed her hard and fast, frantic with time and need and desire. Less than five minutes. I bruised Teagan's mouth with my own, slid our tongues together, made her dizzy when I pulled back and looked her straight in the face. “We have five minutes,” I said and then we were working together to shove her pants down one leg, over her sneakers. Mine were next, pushed down halfway off my a**, my c springing free from my cup. I lifted Teagan up against that stone wall, slammed her back into the cool cement and let her curl her fingers in my sweaty hair. It was stuck to my forehead, probably a hot mess, but she looked at me like I was a god. I felt like a god there in that tunnel in the dark with thousands of fans screaming and pounding the pavement above our heads. In an instant, my coach or a security guard or one of the boys, they could come down here and find us screwing. I didn't care. Seriously. I didn't give a s.**

A young adult paranormal romance from bestselling author C.M. Stunich...Sylvia Noe and Josiah Wakeham are a mated pair.Totally embarrassing, right?But kind of dreamy, too.Too bad his werewolf hunter mother won't stop trying to poison him with wolfsbane tea, or casting weird spells on him in her attempts to turn him back into a human. As if Valentine's Day isn't tricky enough—there're roses and chocolates and jewelry and the big school dance to think about.It's the most romantic night of the year, but Sylvia and Josiah might have bigger things to worry about, like how to keep his mother from kidnapping him and sending him off to boarding school in Connecticut. Like, who does that? Even a silver plated axe isn't enough motivation to make Josiah want to go.Then there's the weird fight happening between their best friends. Love should be in the air, but it looks like it's filled mostly with silver crossbow bolts and misunderstandings. How lame is that?***A Werewolf Valentine's is a...

"You ever see one of those old western movies where the sheriff and the outlaw face each other in a dusty street? Revolvers at the ready? Good versus evil and all. Well, this is kind of like that. Only more f***ed." Naomi Knox is on her way to becoming the world's most worshipped Rock Goddess. I'm so in love with this chick that I could be the King to her Queen, the Devil to her Angel. But a wise soul once told me that your past is your foundation, and if it's crumbling, then you've got nothing left to build on. I'll fight the f*cking world to see her safe, risk my life just to hear her sing one more time. And then I'm going to marry her, put Turner babies in her belly, and live happily f*cking ever after. Or at least that's the plan. But you know what they say: the best laid schemes of mice and men … & & & Turner Campbell is a douche bag. No, seriously. He's a f*cking train wreck. But a precious train wreck. And I can't help myself: I love the sh*t out of him, even though I hate him. Even though I don't. Don't ask. It's complicated. But he's also a rock star and now, so am I. The Goddess of Guitar, I guess. All I really want is to make music and see how hard it is to fall in love with a man who's a devil at heart but sings like an angel. If I'm going to lay my heart on the line again though, I deserve a real chance. I won't be a pawn in this f*cking game any longer. I don't care how dangerous the stakes are anymore. I'm taking charge of my own destiny, like I should've all along. I won't have the wool pulled over my eyes and I won't bend over for fate. Get ready, b*tches, because Naomi Knox is coming for you.

Recommended: Ages 16 and Up"In a few days, days, the whole world will fall to the undead. It's inevitable."I'm being chased by the DeadBorn and everything's gone chaotic.Just last night I was playing baseball in the park. Now, hordes of undead swarm the streets, roused by a magic that's raging out of control, drawing the lifeless from their graves and luring demons from a different world. And they're all after the one person that I care about: my girlfriend, Holly. She's being chased by a necromancer who won't stop until she finds her. Not even if it means bathing the world in a wash of blood.The DeadBorn are almost impossible to kill. A simple head shot won't do the trick. We have to break them into pieces, smash them until they're nothing. And those are just the lopers. There are other DeadBorn, too, ones with fire in their faces, some that spew acid, and then there are the ones that can take down helicopters.We'd already be dead if it weren't for Holly's dreams. She says she knows what to do, and I think we're just going to have to trust her because there's no time for anything else. We can't run; we can't even hide.The necromancer knows where we are, and the legion is coming.