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Finding the Magician by Belle Brooks
Title: Finding the Magician
Series: Thirty Days #3
Author: Belle Brooks
"Absolutely wonderful, intriguing, and amazing.." - 5 Star Amazon Customer Review"Finding The Magician was simply awesome! Belle Brooks is an amazing storyteller." - 5 Star Amazon Customer Review"This book was the perfect ending to a series one of my favorites and can't wait to read this book and series all over again and I don't say that about many books." - 5 Star Reader Review
"Sometimes in death, a life is ensured."
Courageous.
Determined.
Abigail has been given a do-over and she's not about to waste such an opportunity. Does a single red velvet box hold the key to the future she now hopes for? With lost memories restored and a heart that cries Marcus' name, Abigail has one more piece of her puzzle to claim...finding 'The Magician.'
Lost.
Marcus gave up hope of ever holding Abigail in his arms, of ever claiming the one he knows to be his. Disappearing in a puff of smoke and leaving a world of heartbreak behind, he promises himself he'll never look back, that he will finally let Abigail go. But can Marcus keep this promise to himself or will his heart be more persistent than his mind?
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Born in Australia, Belle Brooks has always had a passion for books and creative writing. She loves exploring the different ways stories can be told through the use of text and in-depth characters. Since she was a child her strong talent and interest in creative writing was evident, explaining that her favourite class in school was English. Despite her love for all things books, she decided the world of advertising and marketing was where she could put her talents to use in the business realm, well that is until now. Belle enjoys creative writing and creating fictional stories that leave a valued message inside the pages.
2016 Highlight Package: All things Lani Lynn Vale Day 2
Lani Lynn Vale has had an amazing 2016 year! Publishing 14 novels and attending numerous Book Signings around the US and meeting hundreds of readers, bloggers and fellow authors. She has had a memorable 2016 and we want to revisit all the novels she has published this year. Day 2 we are taking a look back to The I Like Big Dragon Series!!
Title: I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie Series: The Dragon Series #1 Author: Lani Lynn Vale Genre: Paranormal Romance Release: August 17, 2016
Keifer Vassago, The Prince of Dragons, has enough on his plate without adding a brunette with a bad attitude to the mix Fate has a way of screwing all his plans, though, whether he wants them screwed or not. One second he's fetching his brother from yet another situation that could possibly compromise the Vassago name, and the next that brunette is grabbing his assets. Blythe isn't after anyone's assets, though. She's a good girl. All she wants is to graduate from nursing school, get a job, and move out of her hell hole apartment. What she does not have time to deal with is a sexy bearded man that accuses her of grabbing his junk. She tries to forget about the encounter, but fate's a cruel bitch. One second she's a normal college student barely living paycheck to paycheck, and the next she's setting her panties on fire with powers from an ancient immortal dragon. To add insult to injury, she's hearing voices, and none of them are figments of her imagination. Blythe's life is turned upside down, and Keifer forces her to adapt even though she doesn't want to. She likes her life just the way it is. Not to mention she wants nothing to do with that arrogant asshole. She doesn't care that he rides a dragon. She also could care less about his stupid beard, and his sexy eyes. Yeah, who was she kidding? She wasn't convincing anybody.
Title: Dragons Need Love, Too
Series: I Like Big Dragons Series #2
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Nikolai Vassago has a plan.
His day starts out fairly normal. Get up, kick some ass, fondle his beard, take some names.
One second he's participating in a normal every day mission, and the next he's saving the one woman that fate has promised him for the rest of his life from the grips of a criminal mastermind.
Nikolai can't say he's altogether displeased with what he's given, though. Not with that gorgeous brunette that would soon be warming his bed.
The same can't be said for Brooklyn.
Living in a commune most of her life meant she wasn't exposed to all of life's craziness. The moment she turned eighteen, she was off and running, experiencing all of what life had to give.
That means she sometimes jumps in feet first, not thinking about consequences until the deed is already done.
Nikolai rescues her from a fate worse than hell, throwing her on the back of his dragon and flying off into the night.
He's a go-with-the-flow kind of man. Brooklyn, however, is not.
Having been caged for the first eighteen years of her life, she wants nothing more than to be free to do what she pleases, consequences be damned.
Nikolai, however, has different ideas, and he's not above using his masculine will to prove to her that she's exactly where she needs to be.
"I Like Dragons and I Cannot Lie' is without a shadow of a doubt one of the best PNR I have EVER read!!!" - Gi's Spot Reviews (I Like Big Dragons and I CannotLie) "Holy freaking crap!!! This book is absolutely nothing like I expected and everything I could ever want in a paranormal. This is Lani Lynn Vale's first foray into paranormal and let me tell you she knocked it out of the park." - Devious Book Blog (I Like Big Dragons and I Cannot Lie)
"This is an all action paranormal romance with lots of dangerous family drama. One family is over protective the other is full of dangerous killers. Add in dragon magic and hot sex , you get a book you can't put down." - Warrior Woman Winmill (Dragons Need Love, Too) "This book was witty, entertaining, serious, and funny all at the same time." - Swoon Worthy Books (Dragons Need Love, Too)
I LIKE BIG DRAGONS AND I CANNOT LIE
I woke up to my lower half on fire.
At first, I thought it was just an aftereffect of my dreams, but when I finally peeled my eyes open, I could smell smoke.
When I opened my lids and looked down, it was to literally find my panties on fire.
I screamed and rolled; rolling so far in the bed that I hit the floor and kept going.
By the time the fire was finally out, my panties were burned to ash. However, my skin was perfectly fine. In fact, the hairs that I'd planned on having waxed later in the week were gone.
It'd given me a fire waxing…minus the wax.
"What the fuck?" I yelled, staring down at my now hair-free mound.
Blasphemy.
My eyes widened and I looked around. Was someone in the room with me?
I started reaching for the lamp but couldn't find it. There was a pile of things beside the bed that I'd knocked over in my haste to get up. I could only assume that the lamp was one of those things.
"Light, light, light," I chanted, shifting through the things on the floor.
My candles that I had interspersed around the room all lit at once, and I screamed.
"What the hell is going on?" I shrieked.
Macy started hammering on the wall, or her boyfriend. Whatever. Fuck her.
I narrowed my eyes at the wall.
That stupid heifer! I'm allowed to scream if I want to. She fucks day and night, and she's going to bang on my wall to get meto quiet down?
Master Farrow has always had excellent stamina with the ladies.
I froze, turning around and scanning the room.
"Who's there?" I asked nervously.
A deep, rumbly laugh filled my head and my eyes widened.
"Holy mother of God, get out of my head!" I yelled.
The voice in my head continued to chuckle. Oh, this is almost as good as when Prince Keifer came into his powers. He didn't shriek like you do, though.
DRAGONS NEED LOVE, TOO
I don't know why I never expected Nikolai to be able to fight.
He had the muscles.
He worked out.
He was aware.
But he never struck me as fierce.
I wasn't thinking that anymore, though, as I watched him beat the ever loving shit out of his opponent.
He never used a single one of his powers to accomplish it, either.
He did it all with sheer strength, force of will, and knowledge.
He was divine.
All we were supposed to be doing was buying some supplies for the house.
It'd been over two months since I'd woken from my coma, six weeks since he'd told me I was his mate and even longer since the housekeeper had stocked the kitchens.
I'd never been so happy to leave the confines of a house.
I would've been happy with going in a plain old car; but, today, Nikolai had taken me on a motorcycle, of all things.
I'd always wanted to ride on one but had never had the courage to ask for a ride.
Today, though, I'd practically begged Nikolai for us to take it.
He'd argued that a truck would hold more groceries, but I'd been adamant.
I didn't even know why, either.
Just the thought of being in the open air, outside the confines of the sanctuary, turned me into a giggling mass of excitement.
And I was sure that nothing would ruin this day…but I'd been wrong.
Since I was now watching my man get ganged up on by five men.
My uncle's cronies could ruin my day, as evidenced by the stupid goon trying to slash Nikolai's face off with a fuckin' saber sword.
I'd at first tried to help Nikolai, but his insistence that I back up and stay the hell out of it had been loud and clear, even when he hadn't actually said any of those words out loud.
But he'd been awesome at screaming them inside my head like I was a disobeying three-year-old, rather than a twenty-six-year-old grown ass adult who knew how to wipe her own butt.
I watched with the brick wall of a convenience store at my back.
Nikolai's bike was on its side where he'd dumped it.
My arm was scratched, and a strange throbbing sensation was going on with my ribs.
Funny enough, I hadn't remembered ever hitting my ribs. Nikolai had been extremely careful about laying his bike down as we slid.
He'd also made me wear protective clothing, such as a brand new pair of motorcycle boots. A leather jacket with padding in the elbows and back, as well as a pair of pants that were supposedly flame proof.
I was glad he'd forced me to wear them now; but a scant hour before, as I'd been getting dressed, I'd been reluctant.
"Duck!" Nikolai screamed.
Then, I was seeing nothing but black. Everything around me was black.
"Nikolai!" I whispered frantically. "I can't see!"
Strong arms, the arms that I was coming to care for in the short few days that we'd officially started to 'date,' wrapped around me.
"Shh," he breathed, so low that I couldn't be sure that he said anything at all.
Grab the bike, he whispered through my brain.
I moved my arms forward and grabbed on to the bike, feeling him shift as he got on. Then he pulled me on behind him and a loud roar sounded as he turned over the engine.
"Hold on," he rushed.
I held on.
I'm a married mother of three. My kids are all under 5, so I can assure you that they are a handful. I've been with my paramedic husband now for ten years, and we've produced three offspring that are nothing like us. I live in the greatest state in the world, Texas.
DAY 3: THE UNCERTAIN SAINTS MC SEE YOU TOMORROW
Charlie's Whiskey by Harlow Brown
Title: Charlie's Whiskey
Series: A Chosen Series Novel
Author: Harlow Brown
Genre: MC Romance
Charlie Winstead pushes aside the pain and anguish she suffers daily and puts all her energy into her women's softball team, the Regulators. If only temporarily, the abuse bestowed upon her by her boyfriend halts for the time that she is behind the plate. Hensley has been her boyfriend for three years and the relationship progressed into a domestic nightmare. Realizing this, Charlie does what she needs to do to protect herself. Whiskey Williams is a patched member of the Chosen Legion motorcycle club. He finds himself running from a dark and dirty past, looking for a new start. He relies on his brothers from the mother charter to help him. Once he arrives in Rudy, he sees Charlie and knows something has to be done to help her. However, seeing as she is fresh out of her abusive relationship, she wants nothing to do with men. Will the attraction between the two be enough to make Charlie give the troubled biker a chance? Or will he strike out? The game of love is not as easy as three up, three down.
My cell phone started ringing. I didn't want to wake up Jazz and Briar, so I answered it hurriedly without even looking at the caller ID. "Hello?" I whispered.
"Did you miss me last night?" Hensley said with a cocky chuckle.
My heart stopped and my breath caught in my throat. He continued. "I think the shoulder will be just fine, but you are going to pay for it, you worthless bitch."
All that was going through my mind at that point was the memories of what I had been through and the promises I had just made myself. Suddenly, all the fear left me, only to be replaced with hatred and loathing for the monster on the other end of the line. Being quiet so I didn't wake the sleeping couple down the hall was low on my priority list at that very moment.
"Listen to me, you sorry sack of horseshit. I have more than paid for that little shoulder graze. You put me through hell, you broke my spirit and soul, and you've scarred my body so that I'll never be able to forget you. Every time I see my goddamned ankles, I'll be reminded of you and the sick ways you got your rocks off. I told you last night that I was done, and I fucking meant it. I won't be the weak, scared person you turned me into for another minute. Charlie is back, the Charlie I thought you loved, the one I assumed you wanted. I am back and taking no shit from anyone, especially you. I am bringing me back, the funny, witty, happy Charlie. If you think you'll get another day of my happiness, you are sadly mistaken."
Rage fueled the comments that followed as I kept going. "How'd it feel, huh? How'd it feel to hold down a little woman who physically couldn't fight you off and beat her like a dog? Do you feel more like a man because you took down a person who is a foot shorter than you and a hundred and twenty-five pounds lighter? I hope you got what you needed from it because you won't get a chance to do it again. You are nothing to me anymore. I'm better than you, and I can't believe I let you use me for three years."
My chest was heaving. I had to catch my breath and gather my wits. Unfortunately, that gave the bastard a chance to speak.
"Charlie, you are damaged goods. No man will ever want you now. You're all scarred up and that screams you're a pushover, nothing more than a weak girl."
"Listen here, you son of a bitch. I don't need a man, so I don't care if anyone wants me. I'd rather be alone than with somebody like you ever again. The scars you gave me serve as a reminder that I am not that girl anymore. I don't need to have a man to survive and be happy. I'm done talking to you. Don't ev—"
"You listen here, Char. You are mine. You know it, and I know it. Come home and we will work it out. I'll never lay another unwanted hand on you, baby, I swear."
I started screaming at him. "You dumb bastard. I fell for that shit for three years. You couldn't tell the truth if you tried. Just answer this. Did you ever love me? Was it ever anything more than a conquest for you? How could you? Why did you break my heart?"
I had woken Jazz and Briar at that point. Sadly, I didn't care. "I loved you. Still do. Why can't you see that?"
His answer kind of shocked me. "Mainly because you hit me and raped me. Or was that why you loved me? You didn't think another woman would put up with you and your perverted antics. I was the stupid girl who stayed out of fear. Fear of not ever finding anyone else, fear that if I tried you would beat me worse, or go after my friends. Or being held down and fucked with no say so, only to get my ass whipped for crying about it, or crying when the punches or the lashes from the belt bit into my skin and blood seeped down my torso. Let's not forget the times that you ended up cutting me with God knows what. Fuck you, Hensley. Find yourself another girl. We are done. I am not coming back, and I am most certainly not yours. It's just you and your hand, darlin'. Do yourself a favor and don't be as rough with yourself as you were with me, because I'm telling you from experience that it fucking hurts. That is the last thing I have to say to you."
I am a debut author, but most importantly, I am a mother of two beautiful kids. I am a wife to my soul mate and my better half, whom I was lucky enough to find when I was a child. Since the age of 15, we have been together, and there isn't a moment that I regret. They say everyone has their person; I was lucky enough to find mine when I was just a kid. He and my children are my everything. They are my reason for existence. I love to read, write, play softball, watch baseball, and help coach my daughter's softball team, and watch my son play his sports. We are always on the go, and I wouldn't have it any other way. I realize that one day there won't be anyone to take to practice and games. I embrace the utter chaos that is our lives right now because it will be over before we know it. I appreciate every single one of you that are reading this right now. There is one motto that I live by. It just sucks that it took losing someone really close to me to realize the truth about it. Don't Look Back.
Biloxi Cover Reveal & Giveaway
Title: Biloxi (Fleur de Lis Brides, Book Two)
Author: Linda Joyce
Genre: Women's Fiction with strong romantic elements
Cover Designer: Diana Carlile
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
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Blurb: Biloxi Dutrey is finally getting married. She's found forever love, and she'll host the finest reception at fully restored Fleur de Lis. Everything is set—until only days before when her fiancé, Nick Trahan, demands last minute changes. Biloxi panics, fearing his decisions will revive the old Dutrey-Trahan family feud and ruin their future.
While Nick wants Biloxi to have a drama-free wedding, he insists his estranged father replace her brother as his best man. He's also adding one more to the guest list—his long-lost mother sharing a shocking revelation. After all, every family wedding photo needs both sets of parents.
To get to the altar, Biloxi and Nick face a battle where the family loyalty lines are murky. Will they ever say "I do" and have a true happily ever after?
Linda Joyce is an Amazon Best Selling author and 4-time RONE Award Finalist who writes about assertive females and the men who can't resist them. She has three series: Fleur de Lis, Fleur de Lis Brides, and the Sunflower series. She's penned two novellas, Behind the Mask and Christmas Bells, which will be released in December.
Linda's a big fan of jazz and blues. She attributes her love of those musical genres to her southern roots, which run deep in Louisiana. If you walk-through several New Orleans cemeteries you'll find many of her people buried there. She's lived coast to coast curtesy of her father's Air Force career. She penned her first manuscript while living in Japan, the country where her mother was born and raised. Now she lives in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and General Beauregard, their four-legged boy.
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"Oh, Nicholas, I can't handle more conflict. Camilla is grumbling about going back to Wyoming for the summer. She and Jared are arguing about it. My parents are thinking of selling their home—I love visiting their home in the Garden District—and buying an RV, like the one James' grandparents own. Aunt Macy constantly bickers with Momma, they're like pecking hens…I'm tired with a capitol T."
"Which is why, I want my mother to come to the wedding. If my father is my best man—maybe there's a chance of reconciliation. He's been sober for a long time…but she could be the catalyst for even more change. It's a risk I want to take to bring my family together again. You, of all people, understand that."
Biloxi rose and paced. "Do you understand the explosion that could take place? Your mother materializes out of nowhere, just in time for the wedding Then you want to change who represents you as best man? All so close to the wedding. It's a slap in the face for my brother. My mother will be so insulted. Grandmother Elise will be so disappointed."
"I'll tell them. I'll shoulder the responsibility for this."
Throwing up her hands, Biloxi shouted, "You don't understand. The minute after you tell my mother, Hurricane Deidre will be on the phone calling me to demand to know why I didn't warn her. I'm damned if I do and damned if I don't. Damn it to hell! Is all of this worth it? I just don't know anymore."
She stormed upstairs. She didn't want to be a widow before she had the chance to be a bride.
Sweetwater County Box Set Sales Blitz
Title: Sweetwater County
Author: Ciara Knight
WINTER IN SWEETWATER COUNTY: Lisa Mortan's ideal life crumbles when her rich and powerful fiancé demands she ends an unwanted pregnancy. With no job or social support, she flees to a small town in hopes of finding a good family for her unborn baby, but instead finds a man who is as broken as she is. Eric Gaylord returns to his home town for a respite after a tragic loss, but when his spitfire mother takes on an unknown woman as a business partner, he is forced to face the nightmare he'd left behind or risk losing the one woman who could heal his heart. SPRING IN SWEETWATER COUNTY: Forty years after the death of her true love, Judy Gaylord discovers he's alive. With the guilt of her falling into the arms of his cousin to console her grief, she now must face the man she betrayed. Dr. James Benjamin has dedicated his life to helping people deal with their post-traumatic stress disorder in hopes of forgetting about his own trauma. Not wanting to risk the safety of others, he's spent decades alone, but when he sees the woman he never forgot from before the war, his heart awakens. SUMMER IN SWEETWATER COUNTY: Rose Burton yearns to cut a strangling parental leash. After being diagnosed with diabetes, she hashes out a plan to graduate early so she can attend the University of Tennessee with the love of her life, Marcus Vega. Marcus is a young man from the wrong side of the creek. After beating his addiction, he devotes himself to becoming a physician and earning the right to love Rose Burton. But devotion can't erase the past. When he's accused of being involved in a gang shooting, he risks everything to prove his innocence and protect the ones he loves. FALL IN SWEETWATER COUNTY: Sheriff Jimmy Mason, a confirmed bachelor who has spent his life enforcing rules, arrests Trianna Shaw, a free spirited young woman, for breaking and entering. After a night watching over Trianna in the precinct, he quickly discovers she is more than just a criminal, but a woman of passion and intrigue. Trianna will do anything to clear her murdered brother's name. She travels to Creekside to investigate a company involved in her brother's death. But when a hit man threatens the lives of her new friends, she must choose between her promise to her brother and the safety of not only the entire town, but the Sheriff she's grown to love.
Ciara Knight writes with a 'Little Edge and a Lot of Heart' with her contemporary and paranormal romance books. Her most recent #1 Amazon bestselling series, Sweetwater County, has topped the charts and received acclaimed reviews. Her international best-seller, Pendulum scored 4 stars from RT Book Reviews, accolades from InD'Tale Magazine and Night Owl Top Pick. Her young adult paranormal series, Battle for Souls, received 5 stars from Paranormal Romance Guild and Night Owl's Top Pick, among other praises.
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Misti Murphy This Radio Love Release Blitz
Title: This Radio Love
Author: Misti Murphy
Model: Cam Bruckman
Photographer: Kruse Images & Photography: Models & Boudoir
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This is Doctor Love, your bad boy of the airwaves.
Think you know everything about sex, love, and dating?
You don't.
That's why you come to me. I've got your answers, Stalker Girl. I've got what you need. Right here, behind this zipper. You don't want Mister Perfect. You want me. My voice, my filthy words tonguing your ear. And I've been dying to give it to you.
You've been all I can think about. And now that I know who you are, now that I know what you want, I'm going to make you fall for more than my voice on your radio. Think you can handle me?
I, Penny Morgan, career driven, self-confessed good girl, wouldn't touch you if you were the last man on earth. So what if I'm addicted to calling you? So what if you caught me getting off to the sound of your voice?
I never date misogynistic pigs. I don't fall for men who try to trick me. And the last thing I want is the world in on our secret. I know who you are now, Doctor Love, and if the public found out I was your Stalker Girl it would ruin us.
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Misti Murphy is a sadistic b*tch who loves to emotionally torture fictional people. If she did that in real life she'd probably end up in prison or a psych ward so she prefers to create dirty talking alphas and the sexually frustrated women who fall into their beds. And if someone needs to be smacked upside the head before f*cking turns to love then that makes her very happy indeed.
She's a huge believer in flaws making us human, and that not everyone likes bacon. She's also addicted to chocolate and scared of the effects of the coming shortage. She swears like a f*cking trooper, and thinks that graphic smuttiness should be as real in fiction as it is in real life.
When she's not writing she's the perfect housewife and mother. Ha bloody ha! When she's not writing she's hiding in a cupboard with her kindle, scoffing chocolate, and stalking facebook.
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Strong. Courageous. Determined. Abigail has been given a do-over and she's not about to waste such an opportunity. Does a single red velvet box hold the key to the future she now hopes for? With lost memories restored and a heart that cries Marcus' name, Abigail has one more piece of her puzzle to claim...finding 'The Magician.' Lost. Empty. Alone. Marcus gave up hope of ever holding Abigail in his arms, of ever claiming the one he knows to be his. Disappearing in a puff of smoke and leaving a world of heartbreak behind, he promises himself he'll never look back, that he will finally let Abigail go. But can Marcus keep this promise to himself or will his heart be more persistent than his mind?
Savage Savior by Charleigh Rose
Title: Savage Savior
Author: Charleigh Rose
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
Love. It's a strange thing, isn't it? It can make you. Break you. Take you to places you've never been before. I know what they say about him. What he does for the Irish mafia in New York. But the thing is, love is blind. It binds. And now, we're bound for life.
Charleigh Rose is a secret duo of romance authors who teamed up for the sake of fun, sexy smut. Our philosophy: 1. Our heroes should always be so alpha, you won't be able to read them in public.
2. Heroines will always be sassy, strong and take zero sh*t from their men.
3. Taboo, dark, twisted, weird, bizarre and original. We won't give you what you've already seen a million times before.
4. The sex will be explicit, hot, smutty, and completely insane. Make sure your door is locked and you have a toy around when you read us. We're dedicated to fulfilling your fantasies and to having fun with each other. We created this pen name so we can play around with our readers and each other (naughty naughty). Buckle up and join the ride!
The Kiss that Changed Me Release
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THE KISS THAT CHANGED ME- BOOK 3 IN THE TIDAL KISS TRILOGY
As two brothers reach the final phase of their plan to seize the stolen powers of a God made flesh, the Psirens lay claim to the debris of the Occulta Mirum. With this, a race against the rising blood moon begins.
As the seconds tick away, Callie and Orion must journey to the farthest corners of the earth, learning to balance devotion and duty whilst reuniting the segregated Kindred of the Circle of Eight. If this is not enough the function of the conduit is still unknown, meaning Callie and Orion must learn democratic flair in multicultural waters to convince others to risk their lives as well. With their foretold future together in the balance, their unity has never been so crucial and one's willingness to sacrifice the other for the greater good never more necessary.
Can the journey of an immortal lifetime hold answers to salvation, or will it only bring the mer to their final resting place as their race is threatened with extinction?
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Deadly Omissions by Lauren Reign
Title: Deadly Omissions
Series: The Deceptive Lovers Series
Author: Lauren Reign
Harper Sloan is a warrior. She's survived the childhood from hell and clawed her way out on her own. But no amount of life experience could have prepared her for the heartache Colton would bring. He was the best man she'd ever dated, until he shattered that flawless image with his unthinkable deception. Colton is a liar, but so is Harper. And now her own secrets may have deadly consequences. FBI agent Colton Brady made a choice. He faked his death, going undercover to save his best friend's life from a serial killer, but it cost him the woman he loves. When he learns Harper is involved with a dangerous loan shark, he forces his way back into her life. Harper may hate him, but there is no line Colton won't cross to protect her.
It has seriously not been my night.
Tapped That, the kickass bar I've worked at since graduating from the University of Tampa that happens to be owned by my friend Kalliope, was completely slammed tonight. I had the pleasure of serving a bunch of frat douchebags for hours who wanted mojitos, a wimp drink that is a total bitch to make, and a group of older cougars who wanted frozen run runners, another pain-in-my-ass cocktail.
I am a fantastic bartender, but my blender skills aren't up to par, hence why I'm currently very sticky and in desperate need of a good scrub down. I was looking forward to a warm shower until my 1990 Civic decided to spit at me a few times, squeal, then not turn over.
"Trouble?"
Goosebumps pebble down my arms at his voice. I don't have to lift my head to know who's invaded my pity party. It's the same voice that haunts my daydreams.
"No, I'm just perfect," I respond into my dashboard, my tone drips with sarcasm.
"Get out of the car, Harper."
"Go away, Colton."
A chilly breeze travels across my body as my car door is flung open, but I still don't move. I don't have the energy, nor do I want to deal with him tonight. I can feel his presence beside me, a static tingling that invades my being anytime he is near.
I used to love the sensation. Now I loathe it.
This gorgeous man used to be linked to my heart, until he got shot on assignment eight months ago and decided that faking his death and devastating many who loved him for four months to hunt down a serial killer that was obsessed with our friend Kalli was a good idea.
Sounds crazy, right? Yeah, he turned me inside out with his unthinkable deception.
Colton's estranged twin brother, Jaxxon, who I had never met and who was also an FBI agent, was assigned by the Bureau to keep Kalli alive after she was kidnapped and almost killed by Dominic Hall the same night that he shot Colton. Dominic had evaded their capture that fateful night, which is why Colton went undercover. I later learned that Dominic was fixated on Kalli because she scarily resembled his wife, who had been killed years prior in a drunk-driving accident.
Jaxxon kept Kalli, who also thought Colton was dead, safe for months, and they eventually fought their way to each other. They fell in love and are now having a baby together.
I, on the other hand, got destroyed and was left with a big F-you.
Lauren Reign is a graduate of The University of Tampa. She currently resides in Tampa, Florida, with her fiancé and their two rambunctious dogs. She is an avid reader, suffering from an obsession with all things romance. When she's not engrossed in getting the characters in her head down on paper, she's busy saving the world, one spray tan at a time.
Numb by Kathleen Maree
Numb, a novella by Kathleen Maree'
Series: Cut #0.5
Genre: Romance Contemporary
Playing local shows in seedy, downtown pubs when I was just Jamie with his guitar, and coming home to my girl who was waiting for me.
A girl I couldn't imagine living without. That was my life. A life I loved.
A life that may not have been perfect, or filled with money and fame - but it was perfect to me.
Playing packed out stadiums in beautiful cities, where Jay Ryker is who they scream for; and coming home to an empty hotel and a bottle of bourbon waiting for me.
A bottle I wouldn't dare try and live without. This was my life. A life I loathed.
A life that may seem perfect on the outside, filled with money and fame - but it wasn't perfect to me.
After losing my world that meant everything to me; I need to find my way back to the living.
I'm not sure I even want to. I don't think I would survive any more pain.
It may seem weak, but it's easier being numb.
"Another awesome read by one of my favourite new authors. Numb is a novella that can be read before or after the rest of the series." - Reader Review
"Numb flows so perfectly into Cut and is a MUST READ!!" - Reader Review
From the earliest age I was a born storyteller.
Ask my parents and they will tell you I had a gift for making a simple event seem like an elaborate one. Purposely? No. Innocently? Yes. It was my imaginary world that initially led me to believe I wanted to be an actor. All of that role playing and living in fantasy... it was an obvious direction for me. However, becoming quite uncomfortable with the limelight quickly saw that dream diminish.
Over the years I turned my world of fantasy into stories, and eventually began writing them down. Before I knew it, 'Cut' had been completed.
When I am not busy writing my next story, I am a working mum, housewife and sometimes hockey wag :) In other words, probably some kind of circus act who specialises in juggling ;)
I hope you enjoy my blog, where I will be posting thoughts, other books I am currently reading and even sneak peeks of my novels. I encourage any feedback, comments or direct messages via my contact page should anyone wish to get in touch.
I am so thrilled to be sharing my journey and hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.
Dream often. Believe always.
Frontline Angel by Genevieve Jordayne
Title: Frontline Angel
Author: Genevieve Jordayne
Genre: Historical Romance
Release Date: October 16, 2016 Available on Kindle Unlimited
Frontline Angel takes its readers from 1940s Wisconsin to the Philippine Islands just prior to World War 2 and through the Japanese occupation and liberation. It tells the tale of Eliza-a small-town Midwestern girl with dreams of travel and adventure who enlists with the United States Army Nurse Corps despite her parents' protests. Eliza will find the fun and adventure she desired as well as an unexpected romance with a handsome soldier. Yet all changes overnight as war destroys her tropical paradise. Our heroine must quickly adapt in order to survive the harsh, unforgiving jungle climate, and become a skilled combat nurse on the frontline. The story will take you from the fall of the islands through the terrible conditions endured by those placed in internment camps and their struggle for liberation. Can Eliza find the strength and courage needed to survive such horror and still emerge with her spirit unbroken?
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"This is a fantastic book about heroes from WWII that are often ignored." - Reader Review
It was a short, restless sleep for Eliza. When she awoke, she quickly freshened up and ran to the hospital to find out if there was any news. She was informed that their worst nightmares were now reality: The Japanese had arrived to destroy her paradise.
That morning, the first bombs had fallen at Camp John Hay near Baguio, the town where Eliza and Reese had shared their romantic weekend together. Baguio was a perfect target because it was the most important military and commercial center in Northern Luzon. The Japanese bombers then arrived at the main base of the Army Air Corps in the Western Pacific, Clark Air Field, and Fort Stotsenberg.
In some sort of failed communication, the Americans had been grossly unprepared and were caught completely unaware. Most were enjoying lunch when the Japanese were able to arrive undetected and launch a deadly and destructive attack. Scores of American fighter and bomber aircrafts were lined up wingtip to wingtip. The planes were fully armed but completely unmanned. Bomb after bomb was dropped. Some of the soldiers tried to make it to their planes. Others were shooting at the Japanese aircraft with old, antiquated firearms that were useless against the skilled, sleek attacker. In the end there were only seven planes that had not been destroyed. The once beautiful area was a burning mess of mangled, twisted aircraft.
Eliza and the other nurses at Sternberg Hospital couldn't believe the horror stories flooding in. People began to speculate about whether Manila would be attacked as well. Of course, some had tried to reassure that the capital would be safe although no one seemed to be very confident in their assurances.
Shortly thereafter, a messenger came in and said that an invasion force under the command of General Masaharu Homma had been spotted and they were planning to launch a ground attack. The entire group was issued helmets and gas masks, as the Japanese were known for using a variety of poison gases in combat. Eliza was handed a pamphlet to accompany her gas mask that detailed ways to detect poisonous gasses and how to care for patients exposed to them. The group of nurses was told that a decontamination area was being set up in one of the wards. Eliza's eyes widened at the thought of poison mustard gas. If it weren't so very real she would almost laugh at the expectation to learn how to detect these gasses and care for exposed patients from a simple brochure. I guess this is war now; time to think on the fly.
An hour or so later, a young Filipino boy approached Eliza with a note that informed her that Reese and Jimmy were going to be transported to Clark Air Field along with several other soldiers. They were headed straight into the war zone! Eliza stared at the words on the note and looked down at the strange contraption in her hands, feeling the cold stab of fear go through her. Is this really happening?
That afternoon, the entire group of 35 doctors and 37 nurses stationed at Sternberg Hospital were called to meet with their commanding officers. They were informed that the attack at Fort Stotsenberg had been a complete disaster for the Americans. In the wake of the attack, there were dead and wounded soldiers and civilians everywhere. The medical staff at Fort Stotsenberg was so overwhelmed they had put in an urgent call to Sternberg to send help.
A commanding officer stated that the medical staff in Stotsenberg was
in desperate need for those with any surgical experience. He and Miss Davis had decided to send 5 Army nurses to Stotsenberg, and they wondered if there were any volunteers. The room went silent. The thought of all those people that lost their lives made Eliza queasy but she
knew there were scores of people needing help, too many for the doctors and nurses to care for without reinforcements. She could be closer to Reese in Stotsenberg than she would staying in Manila.
Eliza knew what she had to do. She raised her hand to volunteer with much more gusto than she was actually feeling. The next thing she knew she was packing up her helmet and gas mask and shuttled into the group of soldiers waiting for their transportation. She was able to find Reese and Jimmy and together they walked up the steps of the bus that was going to take them to war.
Genevieve Jordayne has proudly worked in the field of nursing for nearly a decade. In addition to writing her novels, she is a practicing Family Nurse Practitioner and nursing history aficionado. Genevieve lives in rural Minnesota with her husband, three little boys, and two rambunctious boxers.
Jordayne is currently working on her second novel.
Nowhere by Bink Cummings
Series: Crimson Outlaws MC #1 - Part 1 of Duology
Available Now on Kindle Unlimited
On the outside my life seems simple. I'm an average woman with a love for motorcycles. A high school teacher who's a single mother. But what you don't know is what lingers just beneath the surface...
The desires
The needs.
This hunger that can never be fully satiated.
Part of me knows it's bad. That I shouldn't crave what I do. But the other half doesn't give a fu*k.
I'm split in two. Which is how I've spent most of my life.
Torn in half by conflicting emotions. By the man I desire, but shouldn't. By the secrets that I hide from almost everyone.
One day, everything changes...
My world is turned upside down and I'm left falling...
Falling toward something special.
Toward a sense of belonging that I find in the strangest of places. With someone I never thought I'd be with in my wildest dreams.
I'm Gwen Donovan and this is my journey to love and self acceptance.
Let's just hope, that in the end, it doesn't bite me in the ass.
Warning: Contains shameless adult sexual content, taboo situations, graphic violence, profanity that'd make your grandmother blush, a woman who has multiple orgasms, a vast array of possible triggers including past sexual assault so expect anything. And whatever the hell else that makes it unsuitable for folks under the age of 18.
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Author Bink Cummings was born and raised part of a biker family. Upon the incessant coercion from her sacred sisters, she has begun her newest journey in life--writing. When she's not shacked up in her home writing at all hours of the night, Bink enjoys riding motorcycles, taking care of her family, reading, and cooking huge meals--Especially her infamous chocolate chip cookies.
Holiday House Swap by Sarah Madison
Title: Holiday House Swap
Author: Sarah Madison
Genre: M/M Romance
Reclusive writer Noah Kinley is facing a dilemma: how to confess to the world he's really the author of a best-selling romance series. For years, his friend Julie has been the face of his brand, but she wants her life back now. Fast running out of ideas for his popular series, Noah wants to break out into other genres. Not that he's writing much of anything at the moment anyway, thanks to paralyzing writer's block. With his publisher breathing down his neck for the next installment, he hopes a change of scene will get his writer's juices flowing again. Desperate enough to try anything, during the holidays Noah swaps his isolated cabin in the woods for a gentrified horse farm.
USAF Major Connor Harrison has chosen forced retirement over facing charges for an unauthorized mission to rescue a buddy from behind enemy lines. No one expects him home for the holidays, and he certainly didn't anticipate finding a stranger in his house, much less Noah Kinley with his acid tongue and a wry sense of humor that pierces all of Connor's defenses. Both men need to figure out what the next chapter in their lives will be—and whether it will include each other.
To his delight, a wall switch within arm's length turned out to be for a sound system. He fiddled with the dial until he found a radio station playing Christmas music. He sank down into the bubbling water until just his toes and head were sticking out. Bing Crosby sang a rousing rendition of "Mele Kalikimaka." Obviously another indication the station was getting desperate for different Christmas songs already. Then the playlist segued into one of many versions of "Santa Baby," all of which Noah hated. Still, the sheer bliss of soaking in a steaming tub without having to cross a snow-covered porch to get there had him humming along when "The Twelve Days of Christmas" came on.
Noah had just belted out "five go-old rings" when he opened his eyes to see the bathroom door slowly swinging toward him. His jaw dropped in horror when he saw a soldier dressed in desert camo standing in the entranceway. The man had a 9mm in his hand and had used the barrel to open the door.
Noah couldn't help it. He shrieked and flung the Kindle aside, ducking down into the Jacuzzi. It didn't take him long to realize this wasn't a workable escape plan, and he burst up out of the water, gasping for air. Blinking soapy water out of his eyes, he grasped the wine bottle by the neck and swung it overhead with the intent of throwing it.
To his surprise, while he'd been underwater, the soldier had holstered his gun. The man had also taken off his cap to reveal a shock of short brown hair practically sticking up on end. He was leaning against the sink with his arms folded across his chest. The overhead light made his eyes gleam like a cat's, almost amber in color. His two-day stubble made him look like an extra from Miami Vice. Although he no longer acted as though he planned to shoot Noah, he gave off a dangerous vibe just the same.
"Calm down." He was unimpressed by Noah's defensive posture. "I'm guessing you're not a burglar after all. Unless you're the kind of thief who enjoys breaking into other people's houses to take bubble baths."
"I'm not a thief!" Fear sharpened into anger. "Your first clue should have been the Ford Fiesta sitting in the driveway. A real thief would drive something more impressive, like a black Hummer or something. The second tip-off should have been the fact there's no evidence of a break-in, and the third should've been, I don't know, perhaps my luggage sitting in the guest room?" Rage made his blood pressure go up like a rocket. "Whereas you came busting in here with a gun in your hand, so tell me, Lieutenant Soldier Man, why the hell I shouldn't call the police right now?"
Noah noted his hand holding the wine was trembling, and he hastily set the bottle down. Awareness of his naked state, damp and only thinly covered by soap, made him ooze back down into the bubbles. He swept some toward him to cover strategic areas, all while glaring at the soldier.
"Well, I don't know," the military man drawled in a lazy manner that sent a little chill down Noah's spine, even though he was hunkered down in the steaming water. "Maybe because I'm between you and the phone. Maybe because I still have a gun and you don't. Or maybe—" The man pushed himself off the sink and took a step closer to the tub, pressing his fists into his hips as he leaned over to speak with emphasis. "Maybe because I live here."
Noah gasped. "You do not!"
Sarah Madison is a writer with a little dog, a big dog, an even bigger horse, too many cats, and a very patient boyfriend. An amateur photographer and a former competitor in the horse sport known as eventing, when she's not out hiking with the dogs or down at the stables, she's at the laptop working on her next story. When she's in the middle of a chapter, she relies on the smoke detector to tell her dinner is ready. She writes because it's cheaper than therapy.
Sarah enjoys placing hot men in hot water to see how strong they are—like teabags, only sexier. This motto allows her to play in a wide variety of genres, from FBI guys to shifters, with some WW2 fighter pilots and space adventurers tossed in for good measure. Sarah Madison was a finalist in the 2013 and 2015 Rainbow Awards. The Boys of Summer won Best M/M Romance in the 2013 PRG Reviewer's Choice Awards. The Sixth Sense series was voted 2nd place in the 2014 PRG Reviewer's Choice Awards for Best M/M Mystery series, and 3rd place in the 2105 PGR Reviewer's Choice Awards for Best M/M Paranormal/Urban Fantasy series. If you want to make her day, e-mail her and tell you how much you like her stories.
Intended for Bristol by LP Dover
Title: Intended for Bristol
Series: A Second Chances Novel
Author: L.P. Dover
Cover Design by: Mae I Design and Photography
L. P. Dover's tantalizing Second Chances series scores once again as the Carolina Cougars' infamous bad boy takes a shot at seducing a driven career woman who's supposed to be out of bounds.
Trying to live down his very public indiscretions, Carolina Cougars kicker Jaxon Reed feels like the most hated man in the NFL. Fans and teammates alike treat him with the disrespect he figures he deserves. Unfortunately for them, Jaxon's no easy target. As payback, he sets his sights on the quarterback's sister: a sultry brunette who's curvy, confident, and sexy as hell. But what begins as a revenge fling turns into so much more—a lesson in humanity, and in love.
Bristol Thomas doesn't have time for games, especially those played by her brother's Neanderthal teammates. A talented interior designer with lofty goals, she doesn't know the first thing about football, or Jaxon—except that he's exactly the type of man she usually avoids. But when his deep laugh and deeper kisses break through her walls, she becomes the target of a fan who's obsessed with Jaxon. Now she needs to know that Jaxon has her back . . . because he already has her heart.
"Deft plotting and a hair-raising finale elevate this pulse-pounding tale."--Publishers Weekly
"I loved this book."—A Crazy Vermonter's Book Reviews
"A fun and entertaining story . . . I can't wait to read more books in this series."—Cocktails & Books
"Hey," I squealed, waving my hand in the air. I was so happy my brother would finally get to meet Jack. He walked toward me with a smile, but when he caught sight of Jack, that smile turned into an all-out heated glare. "What the fuck are you doing here?" he growled, quickening his pace. Jack froze and gripped my arm, grumbling, "Shit," before pulling me around to face him. "Bristol, listen to me. This isn't how I wanted you to find out." Everything was happening so fast, I didn't know what to think. "Find out what?" I asked desperately. Before he could reply, Ryan ripped me out of Jack's hold and pushed him away. Jaw tense, Jack was ready to fight, but I couldn't let that happen. "Ryan, stop!" I shouted, digging my nails in his shoulder. Jerking his head around, he glared straight at me. "Do you even know who this cocksucker is? He's playing you to get back at me." I threw my hands in the air. "What the hell are you talking about? How do you even know him?" Jack's eyes never left mine, the anguish on his face making me sicker by the second. I had a feeling I wasn't going to like what came out of Ryan's mouth. He scoffed incredulously and spat at Jack. "He's Jaxon fucking Reed, the asshole on the team I've been telling you about. Don't tell me you didn't know?"Jack stepped forward, but then again, that wasn't his name. It was Jaxon Reed.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author L. P. Dover is a southern belle living in North Carolina with her husband and two beautiful girls. Before she began her literary journey she worked in periodontics, enjoying the wonderment of dental surgeries.
She loves to write, but she also loves to play tennis, go on mountain hikes and white water rafting, and has a passion for singing. Her two youngest fans expect a concert each and every night before bedtime, usually Christmas carols. Dover has written countless novels, including her Forever Fae series, the Second Chances series, the Gloves Off series, the Armed & Dangerous series, the Royal Shifters series, and her standalone novel Love, Lies, and Deception. Her favorite genre to read and write is romantic suspense, but if she got to choose a setting in which to live, it would be with her faeries in the Land of the Fae.
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Did you just see a flash of lightning across the sky on a clear sunny day?
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Skylar Rome can't wait to spend her last summer before college with her cousin, Kayla. Everything changes when they meet the Grand brothers. Skylar is sure she should stay away from Mason Grand, but their attraction is undeniable. Then Skylar's life erupts into turmoil. She steps into a world where descendants of ancient gods have super powers, evil beings chase her, and questions arise about her own identity. She is running out of time and running for her life, while trying to unravel the mystery of what they want from her.
Forced into a battle set into motion long before she was born, will Skylar find the answers she seeks, or will she die trying?
Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
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"Mason, MASON, MASON!" Skylar panicked.
"I know. Skylar, hold on tight. I'm going to brake."
"But there are cars behind us."
"We have no choice. Don't worry. I got this." Mason pushed down on the brake forcefully. The car hydroplaned to the right. "Hold on."
Skylar gripped the first thing her hand found. The water from the road jetted up into the air like in a water show, but the car kept gliding sideways, until finally it spun in a full circle and stopped. With no time to waste, Mason turned it to the right and accelerated, hoping to dodge what was coming toward them.
Out of nowhere, a long piece of ice, taking the form of a spear, darted through the trucks' tires and punctured some of them. More ice spears came soaring out of the rain, but this time ten or more sphere-like ice balls followed, denting the sides of the trucks. One went through a windshield. With flat tires, the trucks now glided as if skating on ice, maneuvering from side to side.
"Did you do that?" Skylar asked excitedly.
"No. Must be Poseidon's kids. Where the hell are they?" Mason spread his right arm out in front of Skylar as if to protect her. "Bend down, Sky."
One of the trucks hit another and veered off, hitting yet another one. The crash caused the trucks to flip and tumble, heading straight for Mason's car. With a look of shock, Skylar held her breath. There was no time to move, think, or get out of the car, so she closed her eyes and prepared for the crash.
Seconds before impact, Mason's car flew up into the air and over the trucks. Somehow, as if by magic, the water created a liquid bridge, guiding the car safely over, and then it thumped hard onto the ground on the other side. Without looking back, Mason sped away as the sound of screeching brakes and metal hitting metal blasted behind them.
"What just happened?" Skylar yelped. "Did you do that?" Everything had happened so fast. Adrenaline had rushed through her body so rapidly, she'd had no time for fear. Once it was over, she was amazed and stunned speechless.
"No, I didn't. Poseidon's kids. It's the only explanation. They can manipulate water. I had it handled. There was no need for them to show off. Lots of civilians are hurt." Mason sounded irritated, perhaps because he wasn't the hero this time around or perhaps he truly did care for those people he didn't know.
Amazed by their abilities, wherever they were, Skylar was grateful for their showing off. Though Mason claimed he'd had the situation handled, Skylar thought otherwise, but kept her opinion to herself.
Fire and heavy smoke spiraled into the sky behind them. The trucks had mostly slammed against each other, except for one. Guilt consumed her, thinking about the innocent people who'd happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. She couldn't dwell on her remorse. She saw the same white truck, now joined by a black truck, tailing them. "It's the white truck again, but there's another one behind it."
"I see them," Mason said with a sly tone, looking in the rearview mirror. "Let's see if they can follow."
The Misses Trilogy by Marie Garner
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Lance Holder lives life the way he wants and makes no apologies, regardless of what anyone thinks. All everyone sees is the tattooed, motorcycle riding, reckless movie star, preventing anyone from looking beneath the surface. And that's just the way Lance likes it.
Brea Richards is America's sweetheart. She's spent years honing her current reputation as one of the leading stars of a prime time television show. It's a long way from her humble beginnings, but no one knows she's lived worse than most people see in a lifetime.
Thrown together when Lance joins the cast of Brea's show, everyone is watching to see if America's bad boy will influence the sweetheart. But Lance seems to be one of the only ones to see beyond her current façade of pretending to be something she's not. When a blast from the past sends Brea right back to the place she swore she'd never go again, maybe America's bad boy is just what America's sweetheart needs…
That wasn't so bad," Lance said as they walked in the green room following the conference. The others had scattered soon after, but Brea had followed him to express her displeasure. She simply stared at him; he had clearly been hit in the head if he thought that press conference went well.
Brea tried for calm but failed miserably. Her temper didn't flair up often, but when it did she tended to lay waste to everything in her path. "Easy for you to say grabby hands," she hissed. "And what the hell were you doing insinuating that we had a relationship?!"
"First of all, I wouldn't have had to say shit if you didn't try to eye fuck me on the way in."
Brea narrowed her eyes, gritting her teeth so she didn't rise to his bait. "I didn't try to eye fuck you. And who says shit like that?"
He leaned in so close she could feel his breath, causing a tingle in the base of her spine. "The guy who you were about ten seconds away from pulling into a back room." She pulled away, needing the distance, before glaring at him.
"And don't touch me again without permission."
He chewed on his bottom lip, looking her up and down like he knew exactly where he wanted to touch her. "What pisses you off more? The fact that I had to squeeze your leg to prevent you from spouting off at the mouth…or that you wanted me to squeeze much more than your leg?"
Her nostrils flared, from desire or anger she didn't know. They say there's a thin line between love and hate, and she never felt it more acutely than she did today, as though ever nerve ending was on fire. She didn't know why this man did it for her, but he did.
"You are obnoxious as hell." It was pretty weak as far as comebacks went, but she couldn't think straight. All she wanted to do was feel, but she wasn't about to give in to shit when it came to Lance.
"That all you got? You really are…nice." When he said it like that it made it seem like she had the plague.
"One of us has to have manners," she replied in a way that would have made Emily Post proud.
"Yeah, and one of us had to preserve your reputation in the media. Will they speculate about us? Yes. Did I play it off so they think there's nothing serious about us? Yes. Just wait and see what they write about you, I guarantee you will be the victim of my evil clutches." She shifted from side to side, knowing he was probably right. They would be much more forgiving of her, but if she said anything they would have circled like vultures around new prey. She should probably thank him for his foresight, but he had been such an ass about everything.
"And as far as the other stuff- the shit between you and me? You look at me like that again, and I guarantee we'll be doing a lot more than playing grabby hands under the table." And just like that, he walked away, slamming the door on the way out. She plopped down on the couch, trying to pretend like she didn't want to call him back for more.
Raquel Adams is in desperate need of a media makeover. Her already floundering reputation is made worse by her recent antics, and she doesn't seem to care. Raquel lives life on her own terms and doesn't answer to anyone, least of all Clayton Cox, the guy charged with making her a media darling. His take charge attitude is a problem for strong-willed Raquel, but she can't deny the attraction she feels toward him.
Clayton Cox is the boss, and damn good at his job. He's hired to improve your reputation and does so by swooping in, saving the day, and moving onto the next one. But he can't move one from his newest client. Raquel is maddening, and gorgeous enough to make him forget his rule of never getting involved with a client.
Raquel wants Clayton, and nothing is going to stand in her way, not even Clayton himself. He doesn't know what hit him, and soon finds himself juggling between having to improve her reputation and feign off her advances. But Clayton's determined to show Raquel who's in charge at any cost, even if that means thwarting her seduction efforts. And will a series of mishaps mean Raquel is tied to her nickname forever?
"But that's just the latest thing, the tip of the iceberg you've been creating for years. Shall we go through some of the other stuff?" Clayton clearly didn't expect her to answer, because he picked up the magazines he'd brought from the desk and put them down in front of her. It was bad, but Raquel refused to hide despite how much she wanted to cringe. Rumors of hard partying, cocaine use—even though she had never used it—infidelity, orgies, stripping. And that was just the rumors. As a finale he had a list of the names she had acquired—bitch, whore, slut, jezebel, home wrecker, and her moniker, Man-Eater.
This is embarrassing, Raquel thought, seeing everything in black and white. It was something she hadn't thought about; hell, half the time she cultivated it, but now she was left with regret. David was the final straw. He took her already fragile reputation and pummeled it to the ground. And what was his response when she asked him about it? "I just wanted a piece of the Man-Eater, but you didn't even put out. Hope it was worth it."
"That's not all true," she said. Great, Raquel, way to sound like an intelligent, self-assured woman.
He shook his head, looking at her as if she was crazy. "No one cares. I don't know how many times I have to tell you that, but you need to get it through your thick skull. Your reputation is in the trash, and your job is on the rocks. You need me, which is why you called me. Because I am the best, and the only one who can repair your current reputation. You may not want to need me, but you do."
Raquel reached for the pitcher full of water in the middle of the table, pouring a glass and taking a long drink, wishing it was tequila, while she composed herself. "What happens now?"
He raised his eyebrows, acknowledging that she ignored his statement. That was the best he was going to get from her, so he just needed to chill. "Right now? You are going to go the hell home and stay there. Don't go out, because I can't trust you to go anywhere. Even your local family restaurant isn't safe when you're around. Read over the contract," he passed her a manila envelope that contained a bunch of paperwork, "carefully, because you are basically signing yourself over to me for the next six months. If you agree to the terms, then let me know and I will tell you where we go from here."
She opened the folder, noticing how thick the contract was. "What is your strategy?"
"I'm not telling you before you agree. If you want it, you'll sign it. And if, God forbid, anything else comes up, call me immediately."
Clare Martin has spent the last ten years in the spotlight, becoming Hollywood's It Girl. On the surface her life looks perfect, but in reality she's faltering. And the last person she expects to provide any relief is her best friend's brother, the man who's been tying her in knots for months.
Alexander Richards has paid the price for every single mistake he's made. He makes no excuses for what he's done, and wants nothing more than to find some peace. But that may be impossible since he has to help the woman who's been driving him crazy since he moved to California.
Thrown together in the middle of nowhere, there's no way to deny the attraction that burns within them. But how can they build a future if they can't address their own insecurities? And what happens when secrets and lies from the past threaten to pull them apart?
"Wait!" He caught up with her, kissing the back of his neck as they walked toward the shed. She angled her neck, allowing him greater access, while he nibbled his way up the side.
"What?" came out breathlessly, "are you saying you don't want to go to the shed and get naked?"
He pressed into her, letting her feel just how much he wanted to get naked. He pressed his lips to her ear. "I think you know that's not true. Are you sure we can go in that shed?" He wasn't far off. It looked like a horror movie prop, where people ran when they were trying to escape a murderer only to find they'd discovered his workplace. The wood was a dull gray, worn almost white in spots. The circular window, centered at the top of the wood, had a hole that had never been repaired. One of the doors stood proud, while the other was falling off the hinge. A couple of the boards looked loose, and he ventured to guess that he could push it over with a couple of good kicks. "That's not what I pictured for the first time."
"Ohh, the first time," she wiggled until he let her go so she could face him. "Who knew you were such a romantic?" It suddenly became a lot hotter, and he didn't need a mirror to know his face was red.
"I'm not a romantic," he grunted. "I just want to make sure I don't get bit by any animals. Or murdered," he muttered, when she laughed off his worries and ran toward it. The door creaked before she disappeared, calling for him to come on. He cursed under his breath, wondering whether any woman was worth following her into the dark, creepy shed. Who was he kidding? A hot, sexy woman wanted him, and all he had to do was meet her in the shed? He hot footed it lest she change her mind. He became enveloped in darkness, the only light the sliver from the broken door and mirror, and it was dusk outside.
"Clare, this shit is creepy. No amount of sex is worth dealing with this." He screamed like a girl and jumped about ten feet when the fingers tapped him on the shoulder. He grabbed for her outline, lifting her as she continued to howl with laughter. "I'm gonna get your ass," he promised. "And withhold whatever pleasure I would have given you."
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Her nose was stuck in a book since she was little, and she spent years writing down all the crazy ideas floating in her head. She has published the first two books in her trilogy, The Misses Trilogy, with Miss Hollywood slated for release in Fall 2016. Her writing explores the complexities of relationships, something she's all too familiar with as part of a large, crazy family.
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HOME Cover Reveal
Title: HOME
Author: Aubrey Kendall
Genre: Military Contemporary Romance
Expected Release Date: January 5, 2017
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Moving into a new town as a child, Rowan befriended two boys named Greg and Mac, eventually earning the kids a nickname of the Three Musketeers. Even as they grew into adulthood, the three would continue their everlasting friendship.
Now, as adults, Greg and Rowan are married, and he has joined the military. Unexpected twists and turns take the two on a dramatic rollercoaster as Mac is on the outside looking in.
With Mac's hands tied behind his back, all he can do is watch and be there for his friends. As the tribulations unfold, Mac is drawn in closer and needs to find a way around his own emotions.
Will their lives be the same? Will Rowan make it through the trials of heartache and pain her new life has taken?
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Title: Garden of Her Heart
Author: Shanna Hatfield
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Blurb: Can forbidden love blossom amid the constraints of war?
The moment the Japanese bombed Pearl Harbor, life shifted for Miko Nishimura. Desperate to reach the Portland Assembly Center for Japanese Americans, she's kicked off the bus miles from town. Every tick of the clock pushes her closer to becoming a fugitive in the land of her birth. Exhausted, she stumbles to her grandparents' abandoned farm only to find a dying soldier sprawled across the step. Unable to leave him, she forsakes all else to keep him alive.
After crashing his plane in the Battle of the Atlantic, the doctors condemn Captain Rock Laroux to die. Determined to meet his maker beneath a blue sky at his family home, he sneaks out of the hospital. Weary and half out of his mind, he makes it as far as a produce stand he remembers from his youth. Rather than surrender to death, Rock fights a battle of the heart as he falls in love with the beautiful Japanese woman who saves his life.
A poignant, sweet romance, Garden of Her Heart proves love can bloom in unlikely places even under the most challenging circumstances.
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"I thought I heard you calling for me," Miko said, climbing down a ladder on the far end of the building with an arm full of berry crates.
Rock rushed to help her. By the time he threaded his way through the packed contents of the building, she was already on the floor.
"That's quite a car," he said, taking half the berry crates from her and motioning to the convertible.
"Thanks. I bought it when I was still gainfully employed," she said, walking over to the car. "I fell in love with the color the first time I saw it and started saving my money to buy one. When the weather's nice, it's fun to drive with the top down."
Rock gaped at her. "It's your car?"
Miko grinned. "Is that a hint of disbelief I hear, Captain? Not only is it my car, but I know how to change the tires, check the oil, and siphon gas out of my dad's car when my brother, Tommy, borrows it and brings it back empty."
He laughed, setting down the crates and wiping his hands along his trousers before touching the car. "It is a beaut. What's this color?"
"Laguna maroon. Papa calls it the luna moon mobile, but I still think it's one of the prettiest colors out there." Miko opened the driver's side door and motioned for Rock to climb in.
He sank into the leather seat and inhaled the aroma as if it was the most expensive perfume.
"Like it?" Miko asked, bending down to better see his reaction to the car.
"You bet!" He settled his hands on the steering wheel, forcing his injured fingers to curl around the wheel.
"If you like the outside of the car, you'll probably be more impressed by the eight cylinders under the hood." Miko released the hood latch and Rock slid out to study the engine.
He whistled and smirked at Miko. "What's a girl like you doing with a car like this?"
"Anything I want," she said with a sassy grin. "At least it used to be that way."
Rock sobered and closed the hood, using the hem of his T-shirt to wipe away the smudges made by his fingerprints.
"I didn't realize you had cars here. I was trying to figure out how to catch a ride on the bus into Portland."
"By all means, drive one of the cars wherever you need to go." She pointed to her grandparents' sedan. "Papa and Mother must have sold their car or it would be here, too. Granddad wouldn't care if you take his." She cast a taunting look his way. "Or, if you think you can handle it, you're welcome to drive mine."
His raised an eyebrow at her dare as he lifted the berry baskets and followed her out the door. "Is that an invitation or a challenge?"
"Maybe both." She turned and sauntered away, casting a flirty smile at him over her shoulder.
Painted On My Heart Cover Reveal
Title: Painted On My Heart
Author: Kindle Alexander
Release Date: Coming Soon
Artist Kellus Hardin let love and loyalty cloud his past decisions, a mistake he definitely won't make again. Now, lost and alone, he's left to pick up the shattered pieces of his broken heart while facing the truth of his reality.
Arik Layne exudes power, confidence, and determination. But when an encounter with the guarded artist shakes him to the core and alters all his future goals, he finds more than just his heart on the line.
For Kellus, opening himself to love isn't an option.
All Arik wants is to make the artist his.
Can love create a masterpiece when it's painted on your heart?
The shrill ring of his phone should have startled him awake, but Kellus Hardin was just too damn tired to do much more than roll in the direction of the irritating sound and throw a hand out to half-ass search around his mattress for the device. When he came up empty handed, he managed to turn the other way and do the same. By the time his exhausted sleep-hazed brain identified the phone wasn't anywhere around him, he heard the chirp indicating a voice mail. He cracked an eyelid and lifted his head enough to look over at the alarm clock. Four thirty in the morning. Seriously? Nothing good could come from a call that time of night. He collapsed back to the bed with an annoyed groan. He'd been asleep less than an hour after working the fifteen before on the pieces he had due for the art gallery opening.
"Fuck," he growled out, turning over again. He tucked a soft pillow into his side and decided he'd deal with that call in the morning. His exhausted state gave a solid thumbs-up on the plan, and he easily drifted back to sleep. What had to be a mere second later, the ringing started again. Stupid cell phone.
Kellus threw the covers away from his body and darted off the bed, angrier than he'd been in a very long time. He was fucking tired—tired of his fucked-up life and tired of this motherfucker who wouldn't leave him the fuck alone.
With a vengeance, he zeroed in on the location of the noise. He marched to his laundry basket by the bedroom door and began tearing through the clothes to find the stupid phone, no doubt still inside his paint-spattered coveralls where he'd dropped it not fifty-three minutes ago before he'd finally managed to crawl into bed.
Palming the device, he glared at the caller ID. John. Of course. Who else would call in the middle of the fucking night?
"What?" he shouted as he connected the call.
"Come get him." A deep masculine voice with a Spanish accent had him pulling the phone from his ear to look down at the screen in confusion.
Wait. Great. Even fucking better—John's dealer.
"No," he said firmly as he stood tall and fisted his free hand at his side. His chest bowed in defiance as if the guy on the other end of the phone were right there in his darkened bedroom. "You give him that shit, you deal with him."
The harsh laugh on the other end of the line held what might have been genuine amusement. "I deal with him and it won't end well." The line went dead. Kellus shoved his fingers through his hair to help push the long strands out of his eyes.
"Fuck!" he bellowed to the empty room, spinning in a complete circle, gripping his phone in his hand and punching his fist through the air. Thank God he was alone, because if anybody had witnessed that little outburst he'd have been carted off to the nearest mental facility. He was just so fucking sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Breath heaving as anger and dread coursed through his veins, Kellus stood there, staring absently at his bed. The fatigue of the day settled heavy on his shoulders. He had responsibilities. He couldn't take on more of John's bullshit. He jammed the heels of his palms against his tired eyes and released an exhausted sigh. After so many hours holding a brush for the fine details of his painting, his hands cramped with the movement, and the muscles in his neck and back protested the long hours he'd put in today. He needed sleep. More than the fifty-three minutes he'd gotten.
"I'm not fucking doing this again. I warned him the last time. I made it clear. No more!" Kellus sliced the hand still holding his cell through the air with finality. With that decision made, he stalked across the room and tossed his phone on the nightstand. He climbed back in his bed, whipping the covers over his exhausted body.
He hadn't heard from John in six days.
Six glorious, productive, happy days.
Staring up at the ceiling, unable to get his mind to shut off, he told himself he'd made the right decision. John needed to stay away. Kellus forced his eyelids closed. At this point, he'd still get a few good hours sleep before he had to start his day. The longer he lay there, the more guilt crept in.
It always did.
Images of his best friend came to mind. Happier times. Memories of his and John's younger days and all the trouble they'd managed to get into. Those thoughts actually calmed his breathing. His mind drifted to the summer of their senior year. He hadn't thought about that time in so long. He and John had gone to the lake with some friends. A healthy, glowing, handsome John had teased him unmercifully until he had finally agreed to skinny dip…
"Fuck!" Kellus whipped off the covers and rose, angry and worried.
He couldn't leave John in that place.
Kellus stopped dead center in his bedroom, fuming; he was so pissed at himself, at his own indecision, at John. What the fuck was wrong with him? John had destroyed both their lives, shit on him over and over with absolutely no regard for his feelings whatsoever. He'd lost everything because of John. He swore he'd never do this again.
But he couldn't leave John there.
Dejected, Kellus ran a frustrated hand over his face, sighed, then went for his closet to dress.
Topping out at max speed, Arik Layne flew down the Dallas North Tollway. Being the only one on the highway might have been the only benefit of flying home in the middle of the night from his Escape Del Mar property.
God, he was past exhausted.
Less than five minutes later, Arik parked and wearily made his way through the private entrance of his downtown Dallas high-rise, shrugging out of his hand-tailored suit jacket before he reached the elevator. At the elevator, he tossed the garment over his arm and entered his exclusive security code into the wall-mounted keypad, effectively locking the car for his personal use. The doors opened immediately. The technology didn't require him to do anything more than step inside before the doors closed and the overhead floor-indicator light displayed each passing floor, a soft ding sounding repeatedly as he traveled non-stop up the forty or so floors to his penthouse. Arik rested against the back wall, forcing a finger into the knot of his necktie to loosen its tight hold. He then removed each cuff link at his wrist and absently dropped them into his slacks pockets. The more he removed now, the faster he could hit his perfect Vera Wang mattress and shut his tired eyes.
The entire building was quiet. Another benefit to relocating to this area. Well, sort of. Dallas as a whole was quieter than any place he'd ever lived. He walked the few steps to his front door, pulling out his wallet to wave in front of the security pad when the doors didn't unlock at his arrival. Strangely, the key card inside his wallet didn't trigger the lock to release. Arik let out a yawn as he entered his code into the attached keypad. He'd have to remember to check his card in the morning.
The overhead lights automatically lit as he entered his front door, and the motion sensors continued lighting his way the deeper he ventured inside his home. Arik absently tossed his suit jacket on a chair in the living room, never straying from the direct path to his bedroom. He pulled his shirttails from his slacks, his level of sheer exhaustion rising with each step he took. Honestly, that had to be the only reason he didn't register the glow of lights coming from underneath the closed door until he'd already turned the handle.
"What the fuck?" His heart almost leaped out of his chest when he stepped inside his bedroom to find someone sprawled across his bed in what probably qualified as a seductive pose. Recognition took another second to seep in.
"Surprise!" A small pop sounded and confetti flew into the air, scattering across his bed.
Arik's brows snapped together. Oh hell no. He loved that bed.
"What the hell are you doing?" Arik asked as he moved farther inside the room. He registered the slight look of indignation and the flip of that long, black, silky hair before Boy Toy's face morphed again into a pleasant smile.
"I came to surprise you." BT wiggled his sexy ass and gave a cheeky little smile.
Even as tired and annoyed as he was, Arik experienced a stir below his belt. He was human after all, and this particular BT was especially skilled. He stopped at his dresser, reached inside his front slacks pockets and casually tossed the contents on the small tray. He didn't like surprises of any kind, and BT, short for boy toy number one hundred and—hell, he'd lost count of the willing men he'd bedded—had just shocked the hell out of him.
This one was way too pretty and so deliciously tempting that for a split second he almost gave in…almost.
No, he had to stay firm. This was utter bullshit. He couldn't have random BTs breaking into his home, surprising him at every turn, desecrating his perfect bed with confetti.
"How did you get in here?" he asked, leaning against the dresser, casually crossing his arms over his chest.
"I've been planning this since you left me last week. I swiped your card from your wallet when you were in the shower." Boy Toy lost the erotic pose, probably too much strain for his delicate body.
"I guess I need to keep a closer eye on my wallet in the future." Arik shoved away from the dresser and headed toward his closet.
"I'm beginning to think you're not happy that I'm here. You know I'd look good on your arm for the opening of Escape Dallas." BT hopped up from the bed and trailed after him, following him into the closet.
"Are these your things?" he asked, nodding toward the garment bag hanging in his closet with luggage settled beneath. Arik's things had been pushed aside and replaced with BT's, as if the guy planned to stay awhile. First the bed, now the closet. He didn't allow anyone to breach his private space. That crossed every line he had.
Fuck, he'd known when he first saw this guy he'd be trouble. The gorgeous ones always were. Arik shook his head.
"Yes, I put them next to yours. I arrived late and didn't have time to unpack."
Arik abandoned his silk tie on the built-in dresser and began to grab BT's things. The level of pissed off coursing through him now superseded any desire he might have mustered.
"You can't ever do this again. I told you from the beginning," Arik said, shoving the garment bag toward BT as he went for the two suitcases, then he tossed the strap of one over his shoulder and grabbed the other by the handgrip. How long had he even planned to stay that he needed all this?
"Be careful with that. It's got my mink inside!" BT carefully draped the bag over his arm, allowing Arik to take him by his other arm and forcefully guide him from the closet.
"Why in the hell would you bring a fur coat to Texas?" Arik kept his grip tight, even when BT tried to worm his way out.
"Why would I leave home without… What are you doing?" BT actually held on to the doorframe to keep Arik from removing him from the bedroom.
"You're going to the guest room, BT. We'll talk—"
A solid outraged screech cut him off.
"Stop calling me that! I hate that. I have a name." The guy went into full-on diva mode right there in the middle of his hall.
"You've known the deal from the beginning. I don't like these kinds of surprises. I was very clear," Arik said. When he realized it might take two hands to deposit BT into the guest bedroom, he went for that door, pushed it open wide, and tossed the suitcase in his hand across the room. For a second there, he'd thought the guy planned to go back to Arik's bedroom which would have turned things pretty shitty real quick. Luckily, BT came toward him with a very calm, patient look on his face.
"If you would just go with it, we could have a very special relationship," BT said, placing a delicate hand on Arik's dress shirt, letting his fingers trail down Arik's chest as he took a step closer. "I'm good at attending events with you. I look good on your arm. Besides, I'm tired of modeling. It takes up so much of my time. And if we came to some sort of arrangement, with all my extra free time, I could take care of you any way you saw fit."
BT's words couldn't have been better deterrent for giving in and indulging in a quick hook-up. Arik preferred his fun with no strings attached. Not that he had anything against the whole finding Mr. Right concept. But the boy toy currently groping his ass was not anywhere close to his idea of relationship material. Arik stopped the hand at his waistband and shrugged the case off his shoulder, dumping it right inside the guest bedroom door. He left the gorgeous but clearly crazy man standing there as he headed back toward his bedroom.
"I need to leave here by eight in the morning. Be ready.''
"Seriously? You're just leaving? I stretched myself to be ready for you."
Arik looked back to see BT stomp his foot for good measure, his now flaccid dick swinging in the process. BT was certainly beautifully put together, tall, lean, chiseled abs, a perfect body that Arik knew from past experience could bring a lot of pleasure.
No, Arik. That was how he'd gotten in this situation in the first place. Stop. No. Walk away.
"Goodnight, BT. Don't come back to my room," he said at the door.
"Stop calling me BT! I'm not just your boy toy! My name is Steffan."
Steffan—yeah, he remembered that now. Steffan twirled around and stalked into the guest bedroom, that long hair floating out around him. The door slammed shut in his wake.
Arik closed his door and reached down to twist the lock when he heard something crashing against the guest room door. Arik chuckled at that one and quickly opened his door again.
"Be ready by eight in the morning. I won't be happy if you make me late," he yelled before closing and relocking the door.
He staggered to the bed. His bed. Even with taking the time to rid the bedspread of the confetti and change the pillowcases where that overly strong cologne lingered, he'd still, hopefully, get at least a couple hours' sleep.
Best Selling Author Kindle Alexander is an innovative writer, and a genre-crosser who writes classic fantasy, romance, suspense, and erotica in both the male/male and male/female genres. It's always a surprise to see what's coming next!
I live in the suburbs of Dallas where it's true, the only thing bigger than an over active imagination, may be women's hair!
Usually, I try for funny. Humor is a major part of my life - I love to laugh, and it seems to be the thing I do in most situations - regardless of the situation, but jokes are a tricky deal... I don't want to offend anyone and jokes tend to offend. So instead I'm going to tell you about Kindle.
I tragically lost my sixteen year old daughter to a drunk driver. She had just been at home, it was early in the night and I heard the accident happen. I'll never forget that moment. The sirens were immediate and something inside me just knew. I left my house, drove straight to the accident on nothing more than instinct. I got to be there when my little girl died - weirdly, I consider that a true gift from above. She didn't have to be alone.
That time in my life was terrible. It's everything you think it would be times about a billion. I love that kid. I loved being her mother and I loved watching her grow into this incredibly beautiful person, both inside and out. She was such a gift to me. To have it all ripped away so suddenly broke me.
Her name was Kindle. Honest to goodness - it was her name and she died a few weeks before Amazon released their brand new Kindle ereader. She had no idea it was coming out and she would have finally gotten her name on something! Try finding a ruler with the name Kindle on it.. It never happened.
Through the course of that crippling event I was lucky enough to begin to write with a dear friend in the fan fiction world of Facebook. She got me through those dark days with her unwavering support and friendship. There wasn't a time she wasn't there for me. Sometimes together and sometimes by myself, we built a world where Kindle lives and stands for peace, love and harmony. It's its own kind of support group. I know without question I wouldn't be here today without her.
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Title: Branna (Fleur de Lis Brides, Book One)
Editor: Ally Robertson
Blurb: Perfectionistic Branna Lind has found true love with James Newbern, but the winds of Hurricane Katrina have pushed their wedding date into an uncertain future. She can't wait on Fleur de Lis to be restored to marry James. They need to wed pronto, before she reveals news sure to shock her family.
James is determined to protect Branna. Since their engagement, his gun toting ex-fiancée has been dipping into crazy. He's certain she'll settle down after the wedding, but when she steals Branna's heirloom pearls—her something old for the wedding—James takes matters into his own hands. And despite Branna's ranting, he's not agreeing to a quickie Vegas wedding. His fiancée will be a Fleur de Lis bride, just as tradition dictates. Or he'll die trying.
The path to "I do" is more challenging than Branna and James ever imagined, but they're determined to get their happily ever after.
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"Who would do this?" she wailed.
Bed linens, scooped from the bed, were piled in a heap on the floor. The mattress ruined by a large X from corner to corner, looked naked and raw. A bedside lamp had been smashed against the wall. A gaping hole in the drywall sprouted pink insulation.
"Miss Lind. Do you have any enemies? This appears to be a threat or a message rather than a burglary. Can you identify anything taken?"
"My pearls?"
James stepped away. She raced to her dresser, her heart thudding faster than racecar pistons, she yanked on the top dresser drawer. A moment of hope shot through her as she reached for the dark blue velvet box.
The string of perfectly matched, white pearls were gone. Her wedding would be incomplete without that special something old. The thief had robbed her unborn child of a precious family heirloom. "Oh, God."
Dirty Hacker by Tia Lewis and Roxy Sinclaire
Dirty Hacker: An Alpha Billionaire Romance
by Tia Lewis & Roxy Sinclaire
Genre: Alpha Billionaire Romance
I dug too deep. Now, I'm buried in the truth.
Recent high school graduate and computer genius, Sophie Hanson wants nothing more than to be part of an online hacker group. Spending her life behind a computer screen or with her nose in a book hasn't been all that thrilling. Sophie's ready for some excitement.
But how far will she go to get what she wants?
When the irresistible and mysterious billionaire, Preston Phillips finally relents and welcomes the young virgin into his prestigious hacker group, things take a dangerous turn. Selling her soul—and giving her body—to the devil wasn't in her plans. Suddenly, Sophie is a pawn in Preston's perilous and erotic games—with no escape in sight.
Dirty Hacker is a steamy standalone alpha billionaire romance novel. It's only recommended for audiences 18+. No cheating. No cliffhangers. Guaranteed HEA.
"THIS BOOK EXCEEDED MY EXPECTATIONS ! TONS OF RAW, DIRTY SEX!!! HUGE TWISTS WITH 'WOW, I DID NOT SEE THAT COMING' MOMENTS!" - Reader Review
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Tia Lewis is a romance author from the Midwest who writes about smart, sexy, sassy women and hot, possessive alpha males. Her favorite bad boys to write about include sports players, mafia, bikers, billionaires, and the bad-ass next door. You can find her cooking, reading, or traveling when she's not busy working on her next release.
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Roxy Sinclaire writes steamy, suspenseful, romantic stories as the main genre, and this includes a variety of different topics. Some of these include dark romances, action packed romances, mafia romances, and many more. She currently works in customer relations in New York City, but is trying to fulfill her passion in writing and eventually have her dream job become a reality.
GL Chapple Free Falling Blog Tour
Title: Free Falling
Author: GL Chapple
Love shouldn't hurt.
Love should make your heart soar - not break it apart
Love should make you feel safe - not broken and vulnerable.
I don't want to feel like this anymore.
Anger shouldn't be all-consuming.
Anger at her for leaving me
Anger at her for showing for me that life could be more - and making me crave it.
Two damaged people, free-falling through life.
Two friends. Two choices. Two questions.
If you're unable to save yourself, can you really help anyone else?
Can happy-ever-afters exist if you no longer believe in fairy tales?
Friends told me how sorry they were – but it wasn't their fault. They told me
I needed to move on - as if it were that fucking easy, and I could just
pick up and carry on. They apologised for my loss – as if I'd
misplaced an item of value, instead of the person that had helped
hold me together, all the broken, messed-up pieces of me…It
devalued her and everything that we had, and I hated that they could
make such stupid, thoughtless and ridiculous statements. I knew
they cared and I knew they were concerned, but it took all my
willpower not to punch them and tell them to fuck off and leave me
alone. I couldn't give them what they wanted from me. I didn't want
to talk. I didn't want to feel…
GL Chapple is a welsh author that strongly believes she was born in the wrong country. She lives for hot, sunny days (of which there are never enough in her country of birth and residence!) Despite this, she can often be found at the beach with her husband and two young children. She has always loved to read and write and promised herself, one day, she would have a book bearing her name on her shelf. She will read almost any genre and despite her belief that the kindle ranks in the top ten of inventions, she still loves cuddling up with a paperback. She writes what she loves to read about: stories with heart, humour and heat.
In the Ring by Rie Warren
Title: In The Ring
Series: Boxer #1
Author: Rie Warren
Release Date: December 5, 2016 Available on Kindle Unlimited Special Limited Price $0.99
The biggest fight of his life isn't . . . In the Ring. The bright lights. The roaring crowd. The chance at a championship belt. The not-so-little secret Liam Shaughnessy—the Bonny Bruiser—is fighting to keep tucked far away. Liam got the pussy pounded out of him on the mean streets of Cin-city—the other Sin City. The oldest in a Catholic clan where his da never pulled any punches, he went from geek boy to the golden boy of the boxing world care of his fists. Liam's on the fast track to having it all . . . all except the one man he wants. Michael Fairweather makes pretending to be hetero goddamn difficult for Liam. The man is blond and beautiful and just so happens to be Liam's trainer. With a penchant for doing shirtless yoga, giving midnight massages to loosen Liam's muscles, and sometimes even taking it out in the ring with him. To say Liam has porn-style fantasies about Michael is an understatement. Michael's out and proud. Liam's only proud of what he can do in the ring. He can't risk his career, least of all for someone unavailable. Michael has a lover. Liam has the lies he lives every day. And when his money-grubbing manager gets involved as the title win approaches, Liam doesn't know what hit him. Fight to win. Fight with honor. It won't be easy, but that's okay. Nothing worth fighting for ever is.
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"You boys 'bout done?" the ref called over.
I breathed long and deep, peering through damp hair at Michael.
He shook his head. "Nah."
The total body torment went on and on. Neither of us cried mercy. If he was pissed off, so was I. I just wasn't sure what I'd done to make him go all pow-pow-pow on me. I didn't really much care. The scent of his clean perspiration was as much of an aphrodisiac as the visual of his sweating body.
I blocked a vicious jab to my face. "You're being a dick."
He spun away before my fist connected with his stomach. "Back atcha."
If he wanted me, he sure had a funny way of showing it. Killing someone via sheer bodily torture didn't usually lead to love scenes or make-out sessions. Anya was way the fuck off the mark there.
"What's your beef, bro?" I gasped after a particularly stinging punch.
"I think you should be more discreet." He whipped his head out of the way just as my left hook whistled past.
"With Anya. And the other women. Or all the women, if you really like Anya."
"Kidding me?"
He jogged in front of me on his feet. Left, right, left, right. "Nope."
"This is about Anya?"
"Bull and shit." I kicked his legs out from under him and followed him down to the mat.
I didn't cock my fist to beat his face, but only because it was too pretty to injure.
I restrained his massive thighs with my knees. "You're beginning to sound like Dev."
"Call! That move is not allowed," the ringside ref shouted.
"'S'okay. We're not playing by the rules here, are we, Michael?"
"Nope." His hips bucked up, and his crotch hit my growing hardness.
I aligned my torso with his. Lowering myself another inch over him, I imagined Mikey bare and begging beneath me, our cocks thrusting together.
"Dev's a slick Mick." His chest pumped up and he tried to push me off him.
"He's not even a true Mick and PS. that's an insult to my Irish upbringing, preppy motherfucker." I pushed down on his shoulders.
"Get up, you big bastard." With no warning at all Michael spanked my ass hard.
A resounding smack rang through the air.
His eyes widened.
Mine almost rolled back in my head.
That was so hot. I'd never imagined him slapping my ass before.
I pumped against him once then reared back in horror.
Finally the pinched-sphincter expression he'd worn all day relaxed. He licked his lips in a slow motion move I wanted to repeat with my tongue on his mouth.
"Come on, man. Let's hit the showers." He bucked against me one more time, and I swear to fuck there was an extra, slow-grinding motion to his hips.
"What?" I croaked.
"You stink, you fucker. Get off me so we can get showered up."
Oh yay. Because both of us getting naked with water and suds is a great idea. You'll drop the bar of soap between my legs and stoop down to scoop it up . . .
I inhaled and closed my eyes, soaking in the feel of Michael touching me, so close. He moved away, leaving me with a cold wash of air in his wake. Around the corner, a shower turned on, and when I looked again, Michael was gone. His discarded clothes sat on the bench in front of me.
I hated this feeling, this vulnerability and insecurity inside. Everyone expected me to climb higher, do better, be bigger—never weak. I wanted to be less than what I was for just one minute. More than I was, in someone else's eyes.
I padded naked to the showers. There before me was Michael, back-to, soaping up. Foam ran down his traps, delts, glutes, quads.
Michael spun around. Suds, chest, cock, balls. "You checking me out?"
"I'll go." I turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm.
"Don't." He slinked forward, and every effort I'd put into shutting this unwanted thing down melted away as his hand curled around my bicep.
My body was on fire for him. "Michael—"
"Don't," he repeated, running a hand down my bare chest.
My heart skipped, and my cock surged. Sensation weakened me, the sheer sexiness of his wet touch swirled inside my tummy, gripped my groin like a fist.
I stepped inside, under the hot rain of multiple showerheads. My erection leaped to my belly, big, hard, unmistakable. Diamond droplets of water slid off Michael's hair, dripped into his eyes, and ran down his chest. Down below, the torrent gathered in his curly golden pubes that circled the base of a shaft that reached upward. Pink, wrapped in pulsing veins, the entire picture of his cock was so much sexier than any man I'd ever fucked or any porn I'd ever watched.
"You are gorgeous, you know that, right?" Michael stood so close his heat clung to my skin.
"I . . ."
Tilting my chin, he brushed his knuckles against the black stubble on my jaw. "Liam, are you just curious—or gay? Because this"—his fingertips drifted down my abs which jumped on contact—"is really dangerous."
My skin burned from his touch. Heat scorched down to my cock. "No."
"No what?" He reached low.
His thumb rubbed just beneath the flared head of my dick.
I shook my head, then nodded, trying to get closer to his reddened lips. To feel them on mine.
"No, you're not gay? No, you're not curious?" His tongue darted to my earlobe.
My hands clamped onto his biceps.
"No? You're in denial?" His thick whisper trailed along my neck.
I wrapped one hand around his hip, slick and wet, and the other into his hair. "Kiss me if you wanna find out."
Michael gasped. His lips parted and found mine. Not like a girl. Nothing near a woman. Stubble, rough mouth, harsh groans, all man. But for all the force our bodies contained and all the months of desire coursing through me, our first kiss was sultry, liquid, languid.
"Ahhh." I leaned away to look at him.
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don't Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.
Red Snow by WS Greer
Title: Red Snow
Series: A Loose Cannon Novel
Author: WS Greer
My name is Detective Jarrod Granger, and you can say what you want about me. Call me arrogant, call me cocky, call me a man-whore, call me a renegade, call me a loose cannon. But one thing you can never say about me is that I don't get the job done. I've dedicated my entire rocky, sex-fueled, tumultuous life to bringing down bad guys. I may not be able to keep a relationship, I may bounce from woman to woman like it's some sort of competition, I may screw and drink like there's no tomorrow, but if you're a criminal and on my radar, you're the one who's screwed. So when a woman is brutally murdered, decapitated, and put on display like a snowman in front of an elementary school, there's no other choice on who can handle it. This kind of case requires someone willing to break the rules, someone who'll go the extra mile. It requires someone cocky, someone confident. A loose cannon. Because only someone whose life is a boiling hot mess of sex, liquor, and violence will be willing to do what it takes to hunt this killer down. Sometimes it takes a man straddling the line between sane and crazy to catch a psycho.
" I still absolutely loved this book. I really hope that this isn't the last we see of Jarrod Granger." - 5 Star Reader Review
WS Greer is an international bestselling author, and an active duty military member with the US Air Force. He's been serving his country since 2004, and has been an author since his debut novel, Frozen Secrets, was released in 2013.
WS was born to military parents in San Antonio, Texas, and bounced around the world as a child before settling in New Mexico in 1994, where he met his high school sweetheart, who'd become his wife in 2003.
WS has landed on multiple bestseller's lists in the US, UK, and Australia (Claiming Carter, Becoming Carter, Destroying Carter, Defending Her, Kingpin, Long Live the King) to become an international bestselling author.
WS loves connecting with his fans and readers, and does so whenever he gets the chance, and he would love to hear from you. You can find him on his personal blog, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.
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