Tuesday, June 10, 2025

*`Release Blitz: Dark Clouds and Bright Skies: A Grumpy-Sunshine Collection`*

Brooding heroes meet their sunny counterparts, sparks fly, and hearts melt.

Dark Clouds and Bright Skies: A Grumpy-Sunshine Collection, a steamy, heartwarming romance collection, part of the 1001 Dark Nights Trope Collection from New York Times & USA Today bestselling authors Joanna Wylde, Kristen Proby, Larissa Ione & Laura Kaye is now live!


Opposites attract in this collection of heartwarming grumpy-sunshine romances. In Dark Clouds and Bright Skies, brooding heroes meet their sunny counterparts, sparks fly, and hearts melt. These stories will take you on a journey from stormy beginnings to bright, happy endings as love blooms in the sometimes unlikeliest of pairings.

Includes:
Rome’s Chance by Joanna Wylde
The Scramble by Kristen Proby
Hades by Larissa Ione
and
Ride Dirty by Laura Kaye

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Rome’s Chance

Rome McGuire.
The sound was rough and sexy, with just a hint of a growl. Deeper than it’d been eight years ago, when I’d thrown caution to the wind and hopped on the back of his motorcycle for one glorious night.
Back then, I’d still been a shy little thing, terrified that some hot biker might actually want to talk to me, let alone take me out. When I caught him watching me at the party, I remembered studying the floor, his shirt collar, even the beer in my plastic cup, because I hadn’t known what to do with myself around such raw male glory. Apparently some things never change, because when I turned to face him, I found myself staring at the floor again.
This was a mistake, because his feet were down there. And the battered, black leather boots he wore led to jeans-covered legs. Legs topped by thick, muscular thighs.
Stop it. You’re acting like a giant dork! My brain hissed.
Oblivious and mesmerized, my gaze rose to the faded denim around his fly, and it was all over. My eyes started tracing the folds of the Okanogan Fire and Rescue T-shirt covering his still-muscular chest, although the Reapers Motorcycle Club vest he wore was a change. Back then, he’d been hanging around the Nighthawk Raiders MC. That whole club had disappeared for reasons I’d never fully understood, and the Reapers had taken over the town shortly afterward. Apparently Rome was one of them now.
Interesting…
I’d always wondered what’d happened to Rome after I’d left. We’d never said goodbye. That summer, the wildfires had swept through so fast that my family had to evacuate with the clothes on our backs. We hadn’t bothered to come back and sift through the ashes.

The Scramble

“I appreciate your concern, but you don’t even know me, Dylan.”
“I’d like to, if I’m being honest. I took one look at you when I boarded and just knew.”
“Knew what?” Why is my heart suddenly beating so damn fast?
He leans a little closer, and I catch the scent of cedar mixed with something spicy.
“I knew that I wanted to know you.”
“Why?”
Those green eyes narrow, and something else replaces the humor in them. Heat? Lust?
Whatever it is, it makes the cha-cha turn into the merengue.
“Sexy woman, wearing glasses. Have I mentioned that I have a thing for glasses?”
“No.”
“Well, I do. Your fingers are long and slim and fly over that keyboard. It’s sexy.”
“My typing is sexy?”
“Hmm.” He nods slowly. “And I like the scarf you’re wearing.”
I glance down at the red silk scarf with white cats on it that Josie got me for Christmas last year.
“The red makes your eyes look like pools of melted chocolate.”
“Um, am I in an alternate universe?” I glance around to find the other passengers in first class completely ignoring us—watching screens, snacking, or sleeping.
And then the overhead lights go out, casting the cabin into darkness so the passengers who want to sleep the night away until we land can do so.
“Mood lighting,” Dylan whispers next to me, and I giggle. “I’m breaking through that shell of yours.”
“I think you’re just wearing me down.”
“Same difference.”
He touches me, and I think my heart might explode. Then he reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear.
“There, now I can see your face better.”
“Do you do this on every flight, Dylan?”
He raises an eyebrow.
“You know, flirt with the girl next to you so shamelessly she invites you to do her in the bathroom?”
He bites his lip and then laughs, and I suddenly feel so stupid. I wish the floor of the plane would open and send me down into Alaska.
“First of all, no. I usually avoid talking to people on planes like the plague. And number two, did you just invite me to the bathroom?”

Hades

“Tell the others,” he said. “Tell them that this Unfallen is mine, and she’s not to be harmed, or ogled, or even fucking breathed on.”
“Yes, sir.” Malonius tossed Cat’s clothes to Hades, and a heartbeat later, they were alone again.
“Cat? I’m going to take you home...ah, I mean, to my place.”
He started to pull her into his arms, but he jerked back at the sight of the gore streaking his arms. Cursing, he looked down at himself, realized he must look like he’d showered in a slaughterhouse. The fact that he was covered in blood wasn’t the most unusual thing ever, but after what Cat had just been through, she didn’t need this, too.
So much for protecting her from the ugliness of the Inner Sanctum.
Guilt churned inside him like a living thing, and this thing had teeth. It gnawed at his heart and clawed at his soul because this could have been prevented.
Cat’s teeth began to chatter, so he let the guilt monster feed as he gathered her in his filthy arms and tucked her against his grimy chest and got her out of there, snarling at everyone who got in his way. Or who looked at her naked body. Or breathed in his general direction.
He reached the exit portal in record time, but as he stepped inside, he wondered what else could possibly go wrong.

Ride Dirty

“Merry Christmas,” Emma whispered, not otherwise moving.
Caine debated how to respond. Christmas wasn’t something he usually recognized. It’d been a source of torment for him as a child, so as an adult, he’d never seen the point. But he knew it was important to her. One look at this house proved that.
“Yeah, it just might be,” he managed. And then he went one step further, giving her a piece of himself that he’d never before given anyone. “It’s already the best Christmas morning I’ve ever had.”
“Nothing’s happened yet,” she said, a soft, sleepy humor in the words.
“Not true. I got to hold you.” His heart beat harder at the admission.
“That is…the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to me.”
“I’m not sweet, Emma.”
She shifted so that her chin rested on the center of his chest, more of her body coming up on more of his. “You’re not only sweet, but you are absolutely capable of sweetness and gentleness.”
Fuck, what pretty words, even though they painted such a false picture of him. And fuuck, what a pretty face staring back at him, so soft and affectionate and open. “I’m not a hero Emma. You need to remember that.”

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