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From Award-Winning Author Diana A. Hicks, comes a spicy collection featuring books one and two in the  and an all-new short story, Heartless Vow. Readers who enjoy forbidden, mafia romances will want to devour the Wicked Knight Duet Boxed Set.

 I want my happily-ever-after... He wants revenge. 

It all started with a lie. When I was in high school, I ruined Mr. Gallo's reputation.

Now I'm in his classroom again. I'm older and most definitely over him.

Except, Professor Gallo isn't over me.

Does the grumpy and hot-as-hell college professor have reason to hate me? Yes.

Does he intend to punish me for what I did to him years ago? Also yes.

Professor Luca Gallo has a lesson for me that I'm sure I will never forget.

Short-Story: Heartless Vow

Forbidden love finds a way in this steamy, friends to lovers short

Vittoria Salvatore is no one of consequence. Her life is simple, until she falls for the wrong guy, Giovanni Valentino, the one they call the Lion, her best friend, and the current Don of the Valentino family. The girlish crush she harbored well into adulthood can never be.

Giovanni knows the rules that bound their world and follows them to the letter—the five original crime families can never fraternize. Her feelings for him don't matter.

But rules were meant to be broken. When Vittoria receives the news that would turn her life upside down, she decides to send it all to hell and claim the Lion for herself.

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Excerpt, Wicked Knight, Book One 

Copyright 2024, Diana A. Hicks

Warning: Language

I shut the door behind me with shaky hands. Now that I was here, my anger had subsided, and I couldn’t remember what had possessed me to come and argue with Luca Gallo about my grade. Slowly, I lifted my gaze and wiped my palms on my skirt. I had expected him to be glowering at me as he liked to do. But instead, he was focused on the papers in front of him. 

Had I misheard him? Maybe he hadn’t been talking to me when he said the word enter. Fuck, did I just barge in on him in his own office…again? Well, this time it was different. Before, when I was fifteen, I had been determined to hand in my v-card. This time, it was about something way more important. My academic career at Columbia. 

“Don’t linger. What do you want?” He asked, without looking up from his reading.

“Um.” I glanced around his big office to calm down.

Guest professors seemed to get the red-carpet treatment. My chemistry professor shared an office with another colleague, and that room wasn’t even as big as this one. There was something old school and manly about the space. Had Luca brought in all the leather furniture and books? He even had a reading nook facing the window, with a view of a hidden courtyard beyond it. This was, for sure, all his stuff, neatly organized and strategically placed. 

Did this mean he was planning to stay beyond his temporary assignment? Butterflies flapped wildly in my belly. I still had two more years of undergrad. It would be nice to have him so close by. 

I inched closer to peek at whatever had his full attention. Who the hell was Ava Conti? And why did he have a picture of her? For some stupid reason my chest hurt. That voice in my head that always made me do crazy things to get his attention got louder. I clearly saw myself swiping all the papers off his desk and throwing myself at him. 

Wait. No, I couldn’t do that. I glanced up and met his angry gaze. How long had I been standing here like an idiot, ogling his office and all his things?

“Um.” He rose to his feet. “It’s not an actual sentence, Ms. Salvatore.”

Oh, so he did remember me. Fuck. Fuck. 

“I meant, I came to talk about my grade. There seems to be a mistake.” I stood a little taller.

“A mistake? What kind of mistake?” He prowled around his desk.

He was definitely taller than I remembered. I peeked at him through my eyelashes. Then glanced down. Shit. I already knew that didn’t work on him. To add to my nerves, he reached for my top with those long fingers. I held my breath as he fixed the top two buttons on my blouse. Oh no, I wasn’t trying to seduce him. Did he think that? Well, if he did. This was a clear no. He had no interest in seeing any part of me.

“Try again.” He took in a deep breath as if he was running out of patience.

“You gave me an F.” I jutted out my chin with determination.

“I know I did.” He perched himself on the edge of the desk with his legs extended out in front of him. “Are you here to give me a recount of all the grades I’ve handed out today.”

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Diana A. Hicks is an award-winning author of steamy romantic suspense and science-fiction romance.

When Diana is not writing, she enjoys hot yoga, kickboxing, traveling, and indulging in the simple joys of life like wine and chocolate. She lives in Atlanta and loves spending time with her two children and husband. Connect with Diana on social media to stay up to date on her latest releases.

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Fowl Play

The Maddy Whitman Mystery Series Book 1

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Maddy Whitman, the sharp-witted aficionado of the storage auction world, is on a rollercoaster ride through hilarious mishaps and heart-pounding twists in "Fowl Play". When she stumbles upon a peculiar Mexican mask in a storage unit she bought at an auction, she unwittingly sets off a chain of events that lead her straight into the heart of a gripping mystery. With danger lurking around every corner and a kidnapped woman's life on the line, Maddy must decode cryptic clues left by a cunning killer.

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Finding lost artifacts? Not a problem. 

Doing it with a too-cocky billionaire? Impossible. 

Harleigh Sinclair and the Raiders of the Lost Ankh

The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 1

by Tamara Grantham

Genre: Urban Fantasy, Adventure  

Getting confessions from notorious serial killers? Easy.

Stealing priceless Egyptian artifacts? No problem.

Doing it with a cocky, too-handsome-for-his-own-good bad boy?

 Impossible.

My name is Harleigh Sinclair, and I’m a Neotact. That’s a fancy word for a person who has special powers using touch. My special power? I can touch a person, see into their mind, and find any object they’ve physically contacted. Comes in handy when you’re employed by San Antonio’s wealthiest entrepreneur who’s in the business of finding lost relics. However, my job description does come with a few hitches.

My most recent client is a man named Jagg Ransom. He’s arrogant and too attractive for his own good. My mission is to purchase an ancient Egyptian ankh from him and deliver it to my boss. Sounds easy, right?

But Ransom refuses to cooperate, so I have no choice but to break into his apartment and steal the location of the amulet from his mind. Bad idea. Like, really bad idea.

I find out that this relic happens to be the relic that gave five percent of Earth’s population Neotact powers. I also learn that Ransom isn’t who he says he is, and I’m forced onto a path that will take me from my home in Texas to a hidden dungeon of a Scottish castle, and then into the heart of a deadly Egyptian desert. Finding the ankh is hard enough. Fighting my feelings for Jagg Ransom is worse.

If I can’t find the ankh in time, not only will I be out of a job, but I’ll lose everything I value—including my own life.

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HARLEIGH SINCLAIR AND THE RAIDERS OF THE LOST ANKH

CHAPTER THREE

Tamara Grantham

I waited near the bar at Bohanan’s, clenching my gloved hands, resisting the

urge to move the strands of hair tickling my cheeks. Lexi had curled it in

flowing waves, then styled it in a loose knot at the back of my neck,

carefully arranging a few curls to fall down my face. The scent of

hair product—natural botanical leave-in-conditioner, as Lexi had

informed me—left a light fragrant scent lingering in the air.

You had to give it to my sister, she was a genius when it came to fashion

and beauty. As I pulled at my skirt, my exposed legs felt cold in the air

conditioning. Sitting here waiting was wearing on me. He was supposed

to be here ten minutes ago. Where was this guy? Jagg Ransom.

Sounded like a con-artist or some rich schmuck. If he’d purchased

the amulet, he must’ve been. 

I groaned under my breath. This evening couldn’t get over soon enough. 

The host approached me. “Miss Sinclair, I have your table ready,

if you’ll follow me.”

Nodding, I sauntered appropriately while wearing heels. I’d be lying if I said I didn’t

know how to walk in them. Doing previous jobs for Greyson had given me

a certain amount of training, and I’d learned my way around a pair of stilettos.

Didn’t make me comfortable in them, but I could hold my own.

Soft conversations came from the people sitting around the tables

covered with white cloths. Lamps centered on each surface gave a muted

light to the space. The host stopped near a table by the back wall, but I politely

cleared my throat.

“Would it be too much trouble to be seated by the window?” I pointed to

an empty spot near the wall of glass overlooking Houston Street. 

“No problem at all. This way.”

I followed him, then sat in the cushioned chair as he placed a menu

in front of me. I ordered breadsticks and a water. When he left, I peered

out the window. Round bulbs glowed around the historic Majestic

Theater sign across the street, and tall buildings rose in the distance

against a dark evening sky. A few people walked past.

It took something out of me to sit here and pretend to be someone I wasn’t.

Get the amulet’s location, I reminded myself. That’s all that matters.

My basket of breadsticks arrived, and I nibbled on one as I watched

people walk past outside. Ransom should’ve been easy enough to notice.

I’d spot his ride first. A Porsche or Lamborghini. Maybe a Lexus.

I’d know for sure when he stepped out of his car. Most likely he’d be

wearing a tailored suit. It wouldn’t be store bought. That wouldn’t

be his type. He’d wear a sensible monochromatic tie. Nothing too flashy.

His shoes would be the giveaway. They’d be recently polished, no scuffs,

no marks, nothing that would hint at spending any time outdoors or

walking through mud puddles. His shoes would tread only on the marble

tiles of billion-dollar estates.

A shadow loomed. My gaze wandered up to a mammoth of a man standing

over me. 

“Sinclair?” he asked, his voice deep and laced with a dangerous edge.

I gave him a shrewd glare in an attempt to hide my surprise. “Ransom?”

I stood, berating myself for not recognizing him. 

“Yeah,” he said casually, his tone bored and uninterested. “We meeting tonight?”

“We were meeting,” I answered. “Twenty minutes ago.” 

He shrugged, looked past me, and grabbed a breadstick off the table.

“Damn I’m starving,” he said as he ripped off a bite with his teeth. 

I watched him eat with one-part shock and another part disgust.

Who was this idiot? I stood tall and placed my hands on my hips,

though the top of my head barely reached his chin. He must’ve been

part Tongan or Samoan. His deeply tanned skin hinted at a life s

pent outdoors. Bleached brunette hair had been braided into cornrows

that hung down to his shoulders. His frame rivaled any bodybuilder,

and his suit hugged his muscles so tightly, I was surprised the seams hadn’t ripped.

He wore no tie, and beneath his purple suit jacket with leather elbow

patches, he sported a Hawaiian shirt. When I glanced at his feet, my shock deepened.

He wore a pair of orange flip-flops.

A drop of anger simmered in my chest. Being so incredibly wrong about

someone didn’t happen often, and annoyance clawed at me that I’d let it happen now. 

He grabbed a chair, spun it around backward, and sat.

Harleigh Sinclair and the Ice Crusade

The Harleigh Sinclair Series Book 2

Finding lost artifacts is my specialty, but when an Inuit artifact is hidden

 in the wilds of Alaska, finding it could be more difficult than I’ve

 bargained for.

My name is Harleigh Sinclair. I’ve been using my abilities as a Neotact to find ancient relics with special powers. After teaming up with a man named Jagg Ransom—a Crimson Knight with a mysterious past—we’re on the search for five lost artifacts with immense powers.

Our current quest takes us to a remote village in the Alaskan wilderness. But when we arrive, we’re greeted by angry villagers who blame us for the disappearance of one of their trackers. He’s been kidnapped by my former coworker, and the two are on the path to find the relic before us.

If we can’t find the relic first, the object will fall into the hands of an evil organization called the Blood Raiders. Worse, we’re not alone. The Inuit artifact is guarded by a giant beast of lore—one that would rather see us dead than accomplish our mission.

But failure isn’t an option. If the Blood Raiders succeed in obtaining the

 relic, they’ll use it in a plot to destroy the world as we know it.

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Tamara holds a Bachelor’s degree in English from Lamar University. She has been a featured speaker at multiple writing conferences, and she has been a panelist at Comic Con Wizard World speaking on the topic of female leads. For her first published project, she collaborated with New York-Times bestselling author, William Bernhardt, in writing the Shine series.

Born and raised in Texas, Tamara now lives with her husband and five children in Wichita, Kansas. She rarely has any free time, but when the stars align and she gets a moment to relax, she enjoys reading fantasy novels, taking nature walks--which fuel her inspiration for creating fantastical worlds--and watching every Star Wars or Star Trek movie ever made. You can find her online at www.TamaraGrantham.com.

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