Fireworks For My Dragon Boss by Honey Phillips, 154 pages

 After a series of corporate mergers, Charlotte’s job is hanging by a thread. When her boss orders her to drag an overdue manuscript out of their bestselling author, she’s determined to succeed - even if it means leaving the city for the small Southern town of Fairhaven Falls.

She just didn’t expect the elusive author to be so big. And handsome. And winged.


Nakor Earlsworth refuses to give in to the common stereotypes about dragons. He lives in a glass-walled house, not a cave. He doesn’t breathe fire - at least not most of the time. And he certainly isn’t sitting on a hoard of treasure.


So why is it that when an annoying, buttoned-up, and irritatingly attractive, female shows up on his doorstep, he’s suddenly envisioning her wearing his gold - and nothing else?


A very stubborn male and an equally determined female are about to find out what happens when an immovable object meets an irresistible force. Sparks are going to fly. Literally.

Teensville USA by Lawrence Lariar, 126 pages

 A Madcap Manual of Adolescent Antics: Teensville USA. A gleeful galaxy of bobby-sox shenanigans. A scintillating study of the comic customs of American teen-agers in their natural habitats- Cars, hamburger joints, telephone booths... In native dress- Sweaters, blue jeans, and bobby sox.... Hilariously following their fun-filled fads in dating, dancing and double talk.

Sourdough Sagas: Journals, Memoirs, Tales & Recollections of the Earliest Alaskan Gold Miners, 1883-1923, 271 pages

 

The Great Western: Legendary Lady of the Southwest by Brian Sandwich, 78 pages

 

New Faces on the Barroom Floor by VIP, 160 pages

 A collection of gag-panel cartoons originally published between 1943 and 1950.

For Stags Only, 190 pages

A rollicking collection of ribald cartoons.

 

Kade by Jenna Myles, 224 pages

 Kade:

I did CPR on my mom three times before I was nine years old.

The last time, I failed.

So maybe I have a bit of a hero complex. And more money than god. Those two things combined make me irresistible to every messed up woman in the city. Been there, done that, failed to put humpty back together again.

I’m done. No more broken, needy women for me.

Except God must have a sense of humor, because I find a woman sleeping in a broken down car in front of my garage in the middle of the night.

I should send her on her way. Except she’s a little unhinged. And sassy. And has thick, biteable thighs.

So of course, I give her a job, and a place to stay. I’ve got a problem, alright. I already told you that.

But no way is her sunshine going to draw me in. I’m done with women.

Yeah, I don’t believe it either.

Becca:

So I got scammed, and ended up sleeping in my broken down car.

It’s par for the course since my dad died. Maybe I haven't been making the smartest choices, you know, like selling everything I own to pay the medical bills and moving to the city to be a waitress.

Stupid plan, since i've never waitressed and am more likely to punch someone out than smile and say "yes sir."

But the grouchy mechanic banging on my window at two in the morning turns out to be a knight in tarnished armor.

If he thinks i’ll let him pay to fix my car, he’s crazy.

I’m a badass, and I always pay my way.

Besides, he needs me way more than I need him.

He just doesn’t realize it yet.