Untangle My Heart by Melissa Smith: Release Day Blitz & Giveaway
The Right Song by Shane Morgan: Book Blitz & Giveaway
Untangle My Heart
by Melissa A. Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: September 14, 2014
Four people, minus two relationships, equals one perfect pair.
When a chance mix up tosses everything into the air, everyone is caught off guard. The only thing you can do then is stand back and wait for things to settle so you can untangle the mess.
Book Title: The Right Song Author: Shane Morgan Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Release Date: July 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Pain never truly goes away, until you find something deeper and meaningful that cures the heart and fills it with love.
That is what Aurora desperately wants to believe. That somehow her music can save her, or even touch the unreachable heart of the guy she has liked for years.
Rora yearns for his attention and wants to experience this so-called love that could possibly end her long suffering and inspire her to chase after her dreams.
In deeply understanding the feelings of others and herself, will Aurora give up on ever finding true happiness, or will an intriguing soul teach her about the greatest song ever written?
Shane Morgan is the bestselling young adult and new adult author of Impossibly Love, and Impossibly True. She currently lives in Rhode Island where she spends her days blogging, reading, and writing.
Shane’s belief is that imaginations can never be too wild. If you’re thinking it then the story is already written inside your head. It’s simply time to share it with the rest of the world.
The Right Song Excerpt – “The First Performance”
Daegan mouths to me that I’m next. An onset of nervousness engulfs me. I say a silent prayer that I don’t screw this up and embarrass myself.
Walking over to the side of the stage, I smile at the singer as she makes her way off. She doesn’t look too pleased by her performance. She sounded okay to me.
The MC hops up to the microphone in a jolly manner. He asks everyone how they’re doing so far and then after a little chit-chat and some failed jokes, he finally looks at his cue card.
“All right, put your hands together for Aurora Law!”
Huh? He chopped off the rest of my last name.
I swallow back the stiffness in my throat, clutch my guitar, and head up the steps.
Everyone claps as I make my way to centerstage. Daegan’s right—you can’t really see the faces of the audience with all the light focusing on the stage.
I glance behind at the band and ask if they know Kelly Clarkson’s ‘Walk Away’. The drummer is the only one familiar with the song, so I tell the others to let me lead with my guitar and just fall in with the beat.
It’s an up-tempo song. I figure it’ll give the energetic crowd something to rock to. Hopefully, I can pull this off.
Edging back to the microphone stand, I inhale a soft breath and try to spot his face for motivation. I didn’t think I’d be able to make him out in this dark room, but somehow I do. Daegan’s on his feet behind the audience. His eyes lock with mine, eagerly waiting for me to deliver something great.
I don’t want to let him down. I don’t want to disappoint myself.
My chest relaxes. Melodies float around in my head. I hear the harmonies. I can do this.
Take Me Down by Lauren H. Kelley: Book Blitz & Giveaway
Viper’s Den Part 1 by Eliza Brown: Release Day Blitz
Blue Shoes #2 by JJ Knight: Review
“Two men were infinitely better than one, an intoxicating combination if I could find it, and my greedy self-indulgence was boundless, my sexuality unleashed those many years ago with him. His shadow haunted me and shaped my obsession, the depth of my depravity deep and forged in the cafes and nightclubs and back alleys in a dozen countries with dozens of men. Once I’d started down that road, I couldn’t stop and couldn’t go back, a dark and insatiable impulse propelling me forward and driving me into the arms of strangers like the Mohammeds and into the sweltering barren desert.” 〰 Haley 〰
Unable to cope with the loss of her first love, a charming and seductive Spanish soccer player, beautiful, headstrong Haley Hanson abandons love entirely. She seeks solace in the arms of strangers and fame, a tumbleweed rolling where the gusts of wind carry her, and she lands between a garbage bin of rotting food and a brick wall. Stuck in limbo and near death.
We returned to the hotel after midnight and I immediately drew him a hot bath, adding bubbles from the upscale toiletry collection, and he let out a long sigh as he sank slowly into it, gazing at me expectantly as I hovered over him. “You come, cariño?” he asked, gesturing for me to join him, and my pussy immediately jumped to attention. I sat on the toilet and hurriedly removed my sandals and ripped off the tank top, my pulse racing as it always did when his luscious eyes turned seductive and mischievous. “You do naked dance, mi amor?” he asked. “Striptease,” I corrected, laughing, and he flicked bubbles in my direction, grinning boyishly. “You do striptease?” The suggestion made me hotter and I slowed down. I slid the jeans leisurely over my behind, turned away from him and bent over, giving him a good, long look at my ass in the skimpy thong as I wriggled out of the pants. “Fantástico,” he murmured, and I spun to face him, fluffing my hair so it fell wildly around my face. Then I slid my index fingers inside the panties, tracing them along my hip and the apex of my sex, and I plunged a hand inside, touching myself and licking my lips, enticing him with my tongue, and his eyes practically bugged out of their sockets. I smiled to myself. My first striptease and it turned me on as much as it did him, my slit dripping with juices and my clit plumping and pulsing, and if I’d wanted, I could’ve made myself come in an instant. I moaned softly, deliberately, and moved my hands up to my breasts, skimming the lacy fabric. I unhooked the bra and held it close to my chest, my hips swaying suggestively, and then I flung it at him. He snatched it out of the air, his coordination soccer perfect, as was he. Delicious, tantalizingly hot, the bubbles swirling around his ribcage as he smiled his uniquely crooked smile and gazed lovingly at me with his soft chocolate eyes. He was enjoying himself and so was I, and it was impossible not to love him. I shimmied my tits in his face, making a show of it, and his hands reached for them, but I backed away. “Mi amor, come with me,” he appealed. And I did, quickly peeling off the thong and sliding into the tub. I straddled him and he grasped the nape of my neck, gently drawing me in for a kiss, his tongue passionate,
loving and intense, a slow sultry dance. I drowned in that kiss, swept under by a–
The lock clicked. Baba was back. I silently cursed him, wanting to remain in the past, wanting to stay with Mikel. I remained immobile and kept my eyes closed, and I felt him looming over me, sensed the stark light streaming from the ceiling and smelled cigarette smoke.
From the author of the erotic romance series The Vitamin D Treatment and Side Effects, The Vitamin D Treatment Finale, Julia Bramer turns the erotic romance genre upside down in Tumbleweed. Tapping into readers’ primal fears and incorporating reverse gender stereotypes and recent historical events in an intelligent way, she weaves a complex tale of love, heart-racing romance and sex.
Julia is the former Executive Director of a charitable foundation in Colorado and has traveled the world with her husband seeking an understanding of different cultures and gathering stories. Her novels incorporate many of the places she’s visited and people she’s met along the way.
Book Title: Take Me Down Author: Lauren H. Kelley Genre: Erotic Romance Release Date: July 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Take Me Down, sizzling hot interracial romance (BWWM), is a stand alone novel in the Suits in Pursuit series.
One night changed destiny. Six years later, Ashley Turner is confronted by the anger and bitterness that has become her crutch. Scars have left her calloused and with an attitude as sour as vinegar served neat, keeping men at a necessary distance.
Real estate investor Sebastian Stone has a huge problem. The high-rise on Peachtree Street is a financial drain on his business. A personal tragedy left him void of a solution and harboring a grudge against women bigger than his salty alter ego.
Fate orchestrates a series of events that unite the two tortured souls, proving their chance acquaintance is anything but coincidence. Unhealed wounds, lies and betrayal at play between them cannot stop the forces of attraction.
To land the promotion Ashley wants and to save everything Sebastian has spent a lifetime building, they are bound by necessity to work together. Unhinged passion erupts, but revenge threatens the second chance at love that fate intended.
Lauren H. Kelley is the bestselling author of sizzling hot contemporary romance across the color lines. She aspires to bridge the racial divide with provocative storylines that arouse the senses and transcend race, focusing on issues that unite us all through our shared experiences in love.
Lauren is an active member of Romance Writers of America and lives in the Southeast.
I’m Piper Jones, owner and operator or Vipers’ Den; a hair and beauty salon catering to the unconventional. My clients are often referred to as: eccentric, freaks, or misfits.
I’m also single, a fact my mother is less than pleased with. Making it her mission to change my status, she continually sets me up on dates with her friend’s offspring. Only her roster of “gems” is dwindling. Each date is worse than the last. Then Kade Benson, the one man I have loathed for as long as I can remember, approached me with the most asinine (borderline genius) plan I’d ever heard to rectify both of our situations. As ludicrous as it is, it might just work.
However, I never expected things to work out the way they did.
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Author Bio
Eliza Brown is a simple little housewife from Cairns, Australia, with a wicked good imagination. She is the mother to three crazily cute kids and the wife of a Sexy Arse Tree Lopper. She is also baby sister to a Certified Nutbag, a Linesman and a Fireman.
Eliza spends her days running around after her kids and jotting down stories that come to her at inconvenient moments in her leather, flower embossed notebook. (She is very particular about her stationary.) Or in her iPhone or iPad or whatever she can get her hands on. (Damn kids keep running off with her stationary.)
When the kids are napping nine times out of ten, you will find Eliza sitting at her computer typing as fast as she can while she can. Generally with her phone wedged between her shoulder and ear bouncing ideas off her sister.
Jess Rivera leaves her bad luck and paparazzi problems in L.A. She flies to Italy for a month-long job with Morris Music.
Her fiancé, the famous rock star Dylan Wolf, promises he’ll meet her in Rome.
Dylan loves the city and promises they’ll reconnect in one of the world’s most romantic settings.
But when he arrives, he drops a huge bombshell that leaves Jess devastated.
BLUE SHOES Volume 2 is the second in a 3-part series about Jess Rivera and Dylan Wolf. This is the same couple from JJ KNIGHT’s 5-part REVENGE series, but BLUE SHOES can be enjoyed without having read the earlier books.
Thanks to the author, I was allowed to read an ARC of this book. With the way that book #1 ended, I was very excited to get my hands on #2. This one is a very emotional book in the relationship between Jess & Dylan. I actually began to wonder for the first time if they would be able to survive in this relationship. It is intense from the beginning to the end and leaves us ready for book #3. This is a serial romance so if you don’t like cliffhangers, then wait until the next one is out and read all three at the same time. Bring on the next one!
Chronicles of a Lincoln Park Fashionista by Aven Ellis: Blog Tour
New Point by Olivia Luck: Release Day & Giveaway
Little Dark Pieces by Maria McCartan: Release Day & Giveaway
Fade In by M. Mabie on Kindle Unlimited
CHRONICLES OF A LINCOLN PARK FASHIONISTA
Author: Aven Ellis
Genre: Chick Lit
~ SYNOPSIS ~
Recent college graduate Avery Andrews is ready to begin a new life in the big city. She’s landed an apartment in Chicago’s famed Lincoln Park neighborhood–and has her eye on the cute commodities trader just a floor above.
If Premier Airlines knew about her fear of flying, they never would have hired her to be their marketing assistant—but it’s not like Avery wants a lifelong career. Right now she simply wants a job to pay her bills…and fund a few little shopping excursions, too.
Her new lifestyle comes with a price tag, as Avery is not only faced with paying a ridiculous rent but finds she’s perceived as one of the vacant, husband-hunting fashionistas who live in the area. Avery resents this stereotype—so she doesn’t want a lifelong career, and she loves fashions she can’t afford, but that doesn’t mean she is empty-headed and spoiled, does it?
When an opportunity to participate in a documentary at work arises, Avery finds a two-fold solution to her problems. She’ll earn extra money for it, and the documentary will show her as a serious career woman, enabling her to shed that husband-hunting fashionista label for good.
When the camera is on, Avery attempts to be a motivated professional woman. But when she is challenged by Deacon Ryan, the videographer assigned to cover her story, Avery finds herself wanting things she was never supposed to want—like a lasting career—and Deacon. And Avery might just gain more from the experience than a perfect career image and extra cash to put in her Tory Burch wallet…
~ EXCERPT ~
Sullivan reaches for my hair again. I jerk my head to the side, moving it out of Sullivan’s reach, because I think I might scream if he touches my hair one more time.
Okay. Now Deke will come over here with Zach. I’ll greet him, introduce him to my friends, and then Bree and I can go sit with them at another table.
Wait a second. Deke and Zach are walking over to the dartboard. I quickly realize Deke has no intention of coming over here.
He turns around and looks at me, his eyes burning into mine for a second. Deke takes a sip of his beer, puts it back on the table, and picks up some darts. He immediately turns his attention to the dartboard, as if I’m not even here.
Oooh! That’s it. I’ve had it.
“Excuse me,” I say, nudging Sullivan. “I need to get out, please.”
“But I just got here,” Sullivan snaps, sounding annoyed. “I haven’t even had a drink yet.”
I don’t say another word. I let my eyes tell Sullivan I intend to get out of this booth, even if it means climbing over him or crawling underneath the table.
Sullivan sighs heavily and slides out. I turn to Bree briefly before leaving.
“I see someone I need to talk to,” I say simply. “I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
I slide out of the booth and make my way across the bar. I go up to Deke, who is propped against the edge of a barstool. His strong arms are folded across his chest, a bottle of beer in one hand as he watches Zach throw darts.
I stop dead in my tracks as I approach him. I take in what he’s wearing—a beautiful azure T-shirt that shows off his athletic upper body and jeans. His hair is perfectly tousled, his face lightly shaded with blondish-brown stubble. And he’s so damn hot and mysterious that I’m suddenly unable to breathe.
Deke turns and I find myself mad all over again, because now he’s the one playing a game.
I march up to him and before I can stop myself, I blurt out what is going through my head.
“Why didn’t you come rescue me?” I yell at him, exasperated.
Deke studies me for a moment. He takes a swig of his beer, casually puts the bottle on the table next to him, and leans toward me, lowering his head so it’s next to my ear.
“I wasn’t aware that you needed to be rescued from the man of your dreams, Fashionista,” he murmurs over the music.
Every inch of me comes alive as his words vibrate against my ear. I get goose bumps. My skin in tingling in this delicious way I’ve never experienced before.
He stands back up and studies me. I’m about to respond when he gently puts his thumb on my cheek, wiping away a streak of lip-gloss that Sullivan has left behind.
Oh.My.God. I feel a million sparks the second Deke touches me. I shiver and suck in a breath of air, unnerved by the experience of his skin against mine.
Aven Ellis has been writing fiction since she was sixteen. She studied communications at a large Midwestern university, and after graduation, Aven worked as a reporter for a community newspaper, followed by a stint at a public relations agency.
But writing about city council meetings and restaurant franchises was not as much fun as writing for young women trying to figure out their careers and potential boyfriends. So Aven got herself a job in television that allowed her to write at night. Connectivity is Aven’s debut novel; Waiting For Prince Harry and Chronicles of a Lincoln Park Fashionista (New Adult romantic comedy) will be published next year.
Aven lives in Dallas with her family. When she is not writing, Aven enjoys shopping, cooking, connecting with friends on social media, and watching any show that features Gordon Ramsay.
Book Title: New Point Author: Olivia Luck Genre: New Adult Release Date: September 10, 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Imagine the worst day of your life. Immerse yourself in the details. How did you feel? Who were you with? What were the consequences?
Recalling my darkest day is as simple as typing a few search terms into a web browser. It only took thirty minutes for me to become the center of a media frenzy that caught the attention of an entire country.
So I hid.
Nine months later and I’m getting better. Moved two hours from home, landed my dream job, and met a delicious new guy.
Healing is that simple, right?
Wrong.
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.
Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com
“New Point isn’t known for much breaking and entering, but I have to admit, this looks mighty suspicious,” an unmistakably Midwestern accent drawls from behind me, effectively scaring the sweat off my bare shoulders.
A shriek escapes from my lips as I teeter preciously on the wood chair and my hands lose their grip on the white doorframe. The rubber of my flip flop doesn’t provide much traction and my body pitches sideways. In just a second I’ll crash against the deck floor and I’ll spend the summer recovering physically instead of gaining back my old–
Sturdy muscular arms slide around my waist and yank me against an equally firm chest. “Woah, there. I didn’t mean to scare you.” The masculine voice has a smile behind it.
“Probably shouldn’t go sneaking up on someone then,” I mutter once I catch my breath and untangle myself from his grasp. He chuckles at my retort, a rich baritone that makes me feel like shivering.
When I’m a step or two back I’m nearly breathless again, but this time for completely different reasons.
Sturdy was one way to describe his muscular grasp, but now that I have a full frontal view of him, I see my mistake. He’s perfect. Thick arms with nicely defined muscles that don’t bulge too aggressively beneath his white T-shirt, a broad chest, trim waist with low riding blue exercise shorts. And that’s just his body. Bright white teeth gleam at me from behind a broad smile. Thick, dark curly hair begs to have fingers run through it and he has coffee colored eyes framed by long lashes most girls want desperately.
He’s a combination of sultry sex appeal and mischievous intentions as displayed by the twist of his lips. Less than one minute in his presence and I’m practically swooning.
“Who are you?” I blurt out.
With a smirk, he crosses his arms across the planes of chest. “Shouldn’t I be asking the questions, Ms. Breaking and Entering?”
Fall under the spell of Maria McCartan in her tantalising debut Little Dark Pieces, the first volume of the Dark Pieces vampire series.
Provocatively sensual, edgy and compelling, Little Dark Pieces is a vampire romance with a difference.
Down on her luck Londoner Carly Singleton works as a receptionist for a West End media company. Pretty and affable, she brings a ray of sunshine to the office every day and is well liked by both friends and colleagues. Behind her cheerful exterior however, lurks a deeply troubled woman with a complicated past and a yearning to find her Mr Right.
Determined to quit smoking, Carly seeks help at a Harley Street medical practice where she meets the renowned hypnotherapist Dr Nick Craven. Charming and charismatic, Nick is all that Carly has ever wanted and she can’t control the overwhelming desire he stirs in her. She is certain she’s found her fairytale prince, but Nick Craven has secrets—shocking secrets that threaten to destroy all that Carly holds dear.
Little Dark Pieces is an intensely erotic romance about the price of passion and an all consuming love that tips one woman to the brink. It is a tale that will consume you, obsess you and stay with you long after you have turned the final page.
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Our suite is on the second floor of the hotel. As soon as we get inside, Nick switches on the lights, and I feel a flutter of apprehension. My legs are weak and it’s a struggle to put one foot in front of the other. I can’t believe I’m about to do something I’ve dreamed of constantly since the first day we met. And yet, a part of me is petrified I’ll end up disappointing him. It’s been so long, and I’m so out of practice. What if this is all a big mistake?
Folding my arms across my chest, I step into the bedroom area of our suite. It’s breathtaking, with a king-size bed, leather-panelled walls, a plasma-screen TV and a balcony with a panoramic view of the River Thames. By the window is a large cocktail cabinet, a gas fire and an ornately carved walk-in wardrobe. To my right, a glass partition slides back to reveal a spectacular bathroom with marbled walls, a huge stone bath and a gold-plated shower.
Suddenly, I start to panic; things are moving too fast.
“I’m sorry. I don’t think I can do this.” I turn to go, but before I reach the door, Nick’s in front of me, barring my exit.
“Please don’t go,” he begs, slipping his finger under my chin so he can see my eyes. “Nothing’s going to happen if you don’t want it to. We can just sit here and talk, or watch a movie. I don’t want this night to be over. Please, stay. Is that too much to ask?” I stare up at him and for the first time, I see a desperation that almost matches my own. “Nothing’s going to happen,” he repeats. “Scout’s honour, I promise to be on my best behaviour. I just want to spend some time with you, Carly.”
My head is screaming for me to get out of there, but his eyes hold me entranced and my body is refusing to take instruction.
At last, I let out a sigh. “All right, I’ll stay.”
Bowing my head, I allow him to lead me over to the bed, and for what seems like forever, the two of us sit side by side, looking away from each other, the air thick with unspoken tension. My arms are still folded across my chest, putting up an invisible barrier between us. The screeching silence pulsates through the room like an electric current.
I start getting heart palpitations; Nick’s giving me long, lingering looks that make my body tingle. He’s probing me deep, reading my face like my features are hieroglyphics.
Suddenly, he leans forward and whispers, “You’re so beautiful. Can I touch you?”
I catch my breath then nod slowly.
Cautiously, he reaches out and tenderly caresses my cheek with the back of his hand. Then he gently strokes my hair and the dip and hollow of my ears, his fingers warm and slightly shaky. With a shock, I realise he’s just as scared as I am, and this knowledge makes me feel a little less insecure.
Slowly, his hand travels down the side of my face, then down to my neck, and lightly caresses the sculpted base of my throat. As he works his way back up, tracing the outline of my veins, I marvel at the silky softness of his fingers.
“Shall I take off your jacket?” he breathes.
I swallow hard. “Y-yes.”
With deliberate slowness, Nick eases off my coat and drops it to the floor. Then he takes off his own and I find myself becoming aroused as he fixes me with an expression so hungry, it’s like he’s got me paralysed. Desire spreads under my skin and burns me all over as he sits back down next to me. His sweet cologne is making my head spin.
“You’re trembling,” he observes.
I drop my hands into my lap. Damn. He wasn’t supposed to see that.
“Don’t be afraid …” He reaches out again and delicately touches my lips, my nose, my eyelids. I arch my back and moan softly as his strong hands slither down to my waist and pull me closer to him.
“Can I kiss you?”
I nod mutely.
Tentatively, Nick presses his lips against my cheek and breathes in my scent. Lightly, he kisses his way from the corner of my mouth to my neck and runs his hot tongue in and out of my ear hole. The heat from his breath makes me crazy and I utter a low groan of pleasure.
Goaded by my desire, he gently but firmly tilts my face toward him. His lips brush the periphery of my cupid’s bow, teasing me into a frenzy that shoots straight to my crotch. With trembling hands, he cups my cheeks and takes my mouth in his, pulling on my lower lip with his teeth. I whimper as he kisses me hard and deep, his long, agile tongue plunging down my throat with reckless abandon, igniting an inferno of longing inside me. The force of his need leaves me breathless, his soft lips eating me out like he wants to consume every piece of me. No one has ever kissed me this way before, and the depth of his passion tips me to the brink of insanity.
For what seems forever, our tongues glide together in a flurry of unrelenting lust. Finally we pause for air, and the room is quiet except for the sound of our heavy breathing. Nick stares down at me, his body shuddering in a way that indicates he’s trying mighty hard not to act on a violent impulse.
Instinctively, I raise my fingers to my lips; they feel all puckered and bruised.
“It’s been so long,” he murmurs. “So very long …” His hand snakes around my back and starts to lower the zipper of my dress. I moan as he brings his face level with mine and whispers, “I promise I won’t go too crazy.”
Meet the Author
Since the age of five, Maria McCartan has been making up weird and wonderful stories. Now an adult, she consumes at least two books a week, along with a healthy supply of diet Coke and Galaxy chocolate. She lives in London with her boyfriend.
Endless Affinity by Brooklyn Taylor: Blog Tour & Giveaway
Temporary by Kim Carmichael: Blog Tour & Giveaway
Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush by Victoria Pinder: Review Blitz & Giveaway
Romance Beach Bundle 1 by Donna Fasano: Promo Blitz
Persuading Tomorrow by J. Laslie: Cover Reveal & Giveaway
Absolute Love by Erin Everleigh: Cover Reveal & Giveaway
SYNOPSIS
Grace Ingram made one mistake that sent her down a path that was full of heart break and misery. In a moment of hesitation her stubbornness left her filled with doubts in her mind that could cause her to sacrifice the love of her life.
Grace was a blue-collar, strong, independent Texas girl that had been with the same guy since high school. Now at the age of 26 she has been asked the one thing most women are waiting and wishing for, but not Grace. The last thing she wanted was to get married and start a family- especially with a guy that had never had to work for a living. She knew Kyle was the only one she had ever loved with all her heart, trusting and allowing a level of intimacy she would never allow with another. After all he was the only man that knew of the abuse she suffered as a high school teenager. The differences in their lifestyles were in such
contrast, though, that it was hard for her to let her guard down. Grace had no idea the battle she would really be fighting once she realized she was losing Kyle for good.
Kyle Chandler was everything every woman wanted. He was rich, gorgeous and full of charm. He was a ladies’ man but the only girl he had eyes for was Grace, his high school sweetheart. He had the world handed to him on a silver platter. The one thing he couldn’t have and wanted deeply was to make Grace his, but he hadn’t been successful at accomplishing that. After years of reluctance he decides to take the risk and ask her to be his, only to be met with the answer he dreaded.
Now, the three girls are back together, trying to juggle their friendships and their busy lives. McKoy is beginning to take over her successful family Vineyard, and Ashlynn getting ready for the arrival of her baby with Cooper.
Will the people that come into their lives keep them apart? Or serve to make them realize the love that they really share?
Do you have to really lose the most important person in your life to realize how special they are? And how hard will you fight to regain that love?
Can Grace overcome her indecisiveness, confident in the love she and Kyle share, knowing they are meant to be together? And is love really enough?
I woke up to the heat of sunlight blaring on my body and on my eyes. I heard giggles and saw Cooper standing over us.
“Ummmm, Grace…. Kyle…….”
I sat up and saw I had nothing on and grabbed for my boobs. “Holy shit.”
“Wait a minute Grace don’t move. I don’t want to see anything more than I already have. Kyle don’t move, let me back away and drive the fuck out of here. Ash is going to love this story. Hope y’all had fun on my farm truck. From the looks of it, you had more fun than I did last night.”
“Very funny Cooper!”
I heard Cooper take off on the Polaris and rolled my eyes.
“How embarrassing! I didn’t realize we had fallen asleep.”
Kyle laughed. “Let’s get home baby and do that again.”
“I am going to hear a mouth full from Ash!”
He mumbled “wasn’t it worth it” as he kissed my lips then turned to give my ass a slap as I got off the truck.
“Hell yes it was worth it!”
“You know Grace, I’ve always been a car person, but I love this truck.” He gave it a good pat. “Do you think that Cooper would sell it to us?” We both laughed as we made our way to the car knowing every time we saw this truck it would hold a special memory for us.
Brooklyn Taylor Bio
I am a Texas girl, mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to
my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical
field but hope one day to strictly write. I love to spend my free time reading,
being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I am blessed to have
very supportive friends and family that make my life worth living! I started to
write at the instinct of “hey maybe I can do that!” and here I am. I
have enjoyed every step of the journey. Every single person I hear from
about my stories touches me and confirms the reason why I ventured into this
insane dream of mine.
Content, consistent and calm described Ivan Harlow’s life to a tee. Satisfied with being a artist at the world-famous Permanent Tattoo, playing the role of eternal side-kick, and of course, hooking up with his best friend’s baby sister, his days are predictable and fun, and nothing has to change. With his live story permanently embedded in his skin, he still can’t help but feel anything he dares to love will only be temporary.
All Emily Elliott wants are some big changes in her life. She wants to make it big in the world makeup, needs to show her three big brothers she is all grown up, and dreams of truly being with Ivan, the man she has wanted since she was seven years old.
However, when the fate of the tattoo shop is put into Ivan and Emily’s hands, they must not only work together outside of the bedroom, but face their own personal truths, and figure out what is permanent, what is temporary and where love fits.
Temporary is Book Two in the Indelibly Marked Series that revolves around the lives and loves of the Elliott Family and Permanent Tattoo. Each full-length book can be read as a stand-alone, and features its own couple.
Interview with JB Fellers, Cover Model for Permanent.
Have you read Permanent? I have not read it.
If so, is there anything about Shane that you relate to? If not, whats stopping you? I have dyslexia so spending my time reading my school textbooks is all the reading I can take.
How many Tattoos do you have? Any meanings behind them? I have 5 tattoos. All of them have meaning. My first was my 21st bday gift to myself. It is a sun with 3 moons. 3 is my favorite number. My tree is by my favorite artist mc Escher. My lion is colored blue so the tattoo stands for strength, honesty and loyalty (all attributes I hope others see in me). My 4-5 are birds in relief on my back that I drew myself.
Three things about yourself that most people don’t know? 1. I have written 2 books of poetry when I was younger and tried to get them published when I was a teen. 2. My favorite poet is Edgar Allen Poe. 3. I believe the most valuable thing someone can give me, or I them, is time.
What inspired you to write the Indelibly Marked Series? I loved the idea of the bad boy with a heart of gold. I wanted someone who was off the beaten track and totally and completely Los Angeles. Shane was born because I love that look and that image.
Who is your favorite character to write? Oh geez, thats like asking to choose a favorite child. I have to say that while Shane will always hold a special place in my heart, the title of my favorite person to write has to go to his best friend, Ivan. He is so damaged and so worried and just wants to do the right thing. He’s so afraid of anything upsetting his little universe and I just could really identify with him.
What is your attraction to Tattooed men? It seems like men with tattoos are very deep, so deep that they need to put on their skin what maybe they can’t say in words.
What kind of research did you do for the series? I visited a lot of shops in Hollywood, I interviewed tattoo artists from around the country, and I did an extensive interview with Dirk Vermin (Bad Ink). For some of the plot points in the second book I did consult with two dermatologists.
Are there going to be more books in this series? There will be two more to round off the series. Carson, the quiet brother, and we will end with Dillon.
Book Title: Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush Author: Victoria Pinder Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: June 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Penny moves back to Miami to start her a job with a list of things to accomplish.
1. Find a place to live.
2. Avoid her gold-digging mother.
3. Reconnect with old high school friends: her best friend Sandra, the dramatic Eva, the dark Michael, her half-brother Wyatt, and her former crush Jay.
Jay may have kept her firmly in the “friend zone”, but that didn’t stop her from wanting more. Her five friends have stood by her through some difficult times and she’ll need their help now to accomplish her first two goals.
As soon as Jay sees Penny, he puts his plan into motion. His investors need to see him with a stable woman, one who isn’t all flash and no brains; Penny fits the bill perfectly. There’s just one hitch—he wants more.
Their pretend date sets off a whirlwind of plots. From mothers who want to control their children’s lives to the loss of her exciting new job, Penny’s world turns upside down. She knows she can overcome all obstacles except one—she’s falling for Jay all over again.
Chapter One
Jay Marshall pressed his lips together as he held the phone. His hands curled into a ball then straightened. He stared out his bay windows overlooking the ocean. Another beautiful day on the beaches of South Florida, not that he cared. Sunshine never filled him with joy. The humidity outside suffocated the spirit, but somehow, with this deal, he’d break free.
“Yes, you’ll see I mean business, Mr. Danvers. My business plans are long term.”
Danvers sucked in his breath, as if he were doubting the sincerity of Jay’s words, then told Jay. “And I’ll meet your girlfriend. It’s always telling with people from Miami. Flashy women and cars do not make good investments on my end.”
Jay gritted his teeth and tugged at his free ear, but kept the phone on the other. Miami advertised plastic women on the highway as a special brand. Flashy came with the area code. Instead he nodded his head and told the potential investor, “I understand. See you next week.”
He hung up the phone and stared out the window. The brightness showed his reflection and his grim frown. Jay needed to win. His eyes squished together. He¹d pay the price for success. He had no other choice.
Jay’s mind raced to his technical girlfriend. Eva was the epitome of flashy, beautiful, and fake. She’d been a friend since high school, and two months ago, they¹d ended up dating. On paper the award winning dramatic actress, his money, and their history should be a match. Yet he couldn’t imagine his entire life videotaped.
If he walked away from her, there would be no regrets. His investors hoped he had a nice, sweet woman on the side. His cousin and her friend, Penelope, flashed in his head before he dropped the thought.
He pushed his hand on the glass window before he stepped back into the shadows of his office.
Darkness didn¹t suit him either. Nothing stirred inside him anymore, though he craved something. Anything other than boredom from the sticky heat of his life.
He shook his head and poked his head out of his office. His secretary sat there typing. “Call Eva. Set up an appointment for us to talk today.”
With the click of the door knob he rolled up his sleeves. He needed the deal to put his goals in line with his investment portfolio.
His eyes narrowed in on the first words, long term growth.
Long term read to his eyes like a rescue rope. He blinked. Life should be lived with long term goals to reach. Freedom meant change.
Today, he’d break up with Eva. In his heart, he’d always hoped for a woman that tugged at his heart strings. But hopes didn’t earn freedom. He’d prove to himself, and the others, John Jay Marshall came out of the game of life on top.
Victoria Pinder grew up in Irish Catholic Boston before moving to the Miami sun. After realizing she needed change, she became a high school teacher. Teaching is rewarding, but writing is a passion.
She always wrote stories to entertain herself or calm down. Her parents are practical minded people demanding a job, but when she sat down to see what skill she had that matched what she enjoyed doing, writing became so obvious.
The Zoastra Affair, Chaperoning Paris, Borrowing the Doctor, and Electing Love will be published from Soul mate Publishing. Mything the Throne will be published with Double Dragon Ebooks. Favorite Coffee, Favorite Crush will be published with Jupiter Press.
Now she is represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency.
Also she’s the Vice President of Programs for the Florida Romance Writers. She’s gone to multiple conferences and intends to continue. Her website is http://www.victoriapinder.com.
Member of Florida Romance Writers, Contemporary Romance, Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA, Celtic Hearts and Savvy Authors.
Is there anything better than lounging on a sunny beach under a colorful umbrella, soaking up the sunshine and the salty sea breeze as you indulge in your favorite pastime—reading a romance novel? In the Romance Beach Bundle 1, USA Today Bestselling author Donna Fasano brings you three romantic books that are sure to warm your heart and put a smile on your face.
Nanny And The Professor
Professor Joshua Kingston thought he’d found the perfect nanny for his son. But once Cassie Simmons stepped into his life, she turned it upside down! His son no longer played by the rules – and Cassie kept making up new ones. He would fire her – if he didn’t find her so utterly enticing.
Cassie had a huge secret to hide, and she couldn’t afford to lose her new job. But her handsome employer wasn’t making things easy. All those silly rules. How was an eight-year-old boy supposed to have any fun? The professor definitely needed a lesson in laughter – and love!
Taking Love in Stride
Track coach Andrea O’Connor is fuming at the audacity of Ian Powers, the very attractive father of one of her students. He offers to buy school equipment only if Andrea agrees to train him for a half-marathon.
Well, train him, she will. And not just in running. As a widower with a high-powered job, Ian needs some instruction in being a father to an active teenage daughter. Yet as this overbearing man opens up, Andrea finds herself learning lessons—in loving.
Ian knows that Andrea, with her assertive attitude and her penchant for stilettos, is some woman! But her vulnerable heart is on the run, so he’ll have to prove that his love, unlike his running, has limitless endurance—and once he catches this swift beauty, he’ll never let her go.
Mountain Laurel
So what if Laurel Morgan hadn’t had a date since the senior prom? If all it would take to convince her teenage sister to consider college was to go on a few dates and have some fun, it was a bet she could beat. And before she could change her mind, sexy forest ranger Michael Walker agreed to play the part of her ardent admirer!
Laurel never expected Michael’s acting abilities to be quite so convincing. Whenever her sister was watching, Laurel found herself wrapped in a heady embrace with a passionate kiss on the way. Her captivating cohort promised a performance that would win her the wager, but when the curtain closed, would she lose the only man she would ever love?
USA Today Bestselling Author Donna Fasano has written over 30 romance and women’s fiction books that have sold 4 million copies worldwide. Look for Ehefrau auf Zeit (German Edition) due out September 16th, published by Amazon Crossing, and the first novel of the brand new 3-book Ocean City Boardwalk Series called Following His Heart, due to be released at the end of October.
When the unimaginable happens and Jordan loses her best friend on the night she had planned to tell him her feelings, it leaves her to wonder if she’s the guilty party, but her memories of that night are fuzzy. In an attempt to leave her past and the hateful stares of her peers behind, she moves across the country to live with her mother in Esterwilde, Pennsylvania. It’s a small close-knit town, but there no one should know about her past, or so she thought.
When Zyler runs into the new girl in town he can’t help but feel a connection, but he also knows her past harbors a horrible secret. He’s heard the rumors, but doesn’t believe them. Seeing Jordan in pain kills him and all he wants to do is take it away.
Jordan soon realizes that no matter what she does she’s not going to be able to outrun her past. Can Zyler show her that despite the hate and ignorance in the world that life is still worth living? Will she ever figure out the truth about the night that took away her best friend?
“You gotta stop saying things like that.”
“Why?” I see him push off the counter and step around to face me. He brings a hand up to run his thumb across my cheek and my breath hitches at the intimate contact. His touch still seems to shoot electricity through me. My skin is on high alert when he’s around and I can feel the pace of my heart pick up into a full gallop by the close proximity of him.
“Be.. because I said so?” It shouldn’t have come out as a question and it lacked the conviction that I was feeling inside.
“I don’t think you mean that. I think you like it when I say nice things about you. You just don’t know how to handle them. Jordan, you are a beautiful person no matter what people may have said to you in the past. I know you hide behind that shy exterior, but you need to push that aside and not let people put you down. You have the most amazing wavy, red hair. I didn’t even know it came in that shade naturally. Your eyes are the most brilliant green I’ve ever seen.”
J. Laslie lives in Louisville, KY with her wonderful husband, two kids, four dogs, and mother-in-law. She runs Sweet Yet Naughty Book Blog and is also an event coordinator for the Louisville Authors Event. She has always been an avid reader and now wants to try her hand at writing.
In her spare time she loves to do digital scrapbooking, hanging out with her BFF Heather, or reading a good book. Her favorite genres to read are Young Adult and Young Adult Dystopian. Though she loves a good romance novel too.
Phoebe thought she had her Happily Ever After. She had a beautiful little girl and was married to the man of her dreams.
But the unexpected death of her mother causes Phoebe’s world to come crashing down.
She becomes haunted at night by her dreams, as issues from her past begin to resurface.
Confronted with the realization that the missing pieces of her past are likely lost to her forever, she watches herself morph into a person she no longer recognizes. A person she quickly grows to hate.
With their marriage now dangling by a thread Phoebe and Justin find themselves living apart.
But Justin refuses to give up, and when he stumbles upon what could be the missing piece to Phoebe’s past, he is faced with a choice that could cost him everything.
Canadian born and raised, Erin Everleigh, is the mom of three girls, who always keep her on her toes – twins age 7 and an older sister that is almost 9. She has a self-confessed addiction to reading that her family will certainly corroborate, and you will rarely find her without her kindle at arm’s length constantly feeding this obsession. She is the author of the soon to be released novel, Absolute Love. A story that composed itself in her head, which she could no longer ignore. After months of writing out chapters on her iPhone, she finally opened up her laptop and decided to take the plunge.
The Red Door by J.L. Massey: Book Blitz & Giveaway
The Frost of Springtime by Rachel L. Demeter: Sales Blitz & Giveaway
Can’t Let Go by Michelle Lynn: Release Launch & Giveaway
Everything I Need by Stacey Mosteller: Cover Reveal & Giveaway
RELEASED: AUGUST 19TH
The Red Door
(Erotica M/F/M and M/M/F with M/M)
SYNOPSIS
Returning home four years after tragedy struck, Aurora Hammond finds herself in an exclusive BDSM club called The Red Door.
Club owner, Mitch Reed, and Dom, Alex James, want Aurora to be theirs, even if they have to share.
When a sex-trafficking ring is revealed to be using the club and targeting Aurora, truths and feelings are brought to light.
Can Mitch and Alex protect her, or will their desires for each other be used against them and put Aurora in jeopardy?
The Red Door is book one in The Door Trilogy.
PURCHASE LINK
EXCERPT
“Well, you see, Jackson volunteered to be my Dom to see if I liked it.”
“I’m sure that’s not the only reason he volunteered,” Mitch mumbled.
“Yes, well, we did have some rules about it, though.”
“Oh and what might those be?” Alex glared over at Jackson, who had his head down and his body was shaking. Was he laughing?
“OMG! Are you laughing?”
“Yes.” Then he busted out and bent over and let it go. “I can’t help it. Mitch is a little more than mad while Alex is still ready to beat me to a pulp. They’re
putting up a good front but not good enough.”
“Oh alright. It is a little funny.” I looked at both of my guys and saw that Jackson was correct and started fighting back laughter myself. “Jackson and I agreed he would ease me into being a sub but there would be no intercourse.”
“Are you saying you two never had sex?” Mitch whispered turning me back into his chest.
“No, we never had sex.”
“Oral?” Alex turned and asked Jackson.
“No. No sex at all, Alex. What we did in this office earlier was as far as we have gone.”
“That’s all? You didn’t have sex with him?” Mitch asked tilting my face up to his.
“He also walked around naked.”
“No one has been in this pussy, but me?” he asked even quieter.
Book Title: The Frost of Springtime Author: Rachel L. Demeter Genre: Historical Romance Release Date: February 14, 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
To rescue her was to rescue his own soul.
On a cold Parisian night, Vicomte Aleksender de Lefèvre forges an everlasting bond with a broken girl during her darkest hour, rescuing her from a life of abuse and misery. Tormented by his own demons, he finds his first bit of solace in sheltering little Sofia Rose.
But when Aleksender is drawn away by the Franco-Prussian war, the seasons pass. And in that long year, Sofia matures into a stunning young woman—a dancer with an understanding of devotion and redemption far surpassing her age.
Alongside his closest friend, Aleksender returns home to find that “home” is gone—replaced by revolution, bloodshed, betrayal—and a love always out of reach. Scarred inside and out, he’s thrust into a world of sensuality and violence—a world in which all his hours have now grown dark, and where only Sofia might bring an end to the winter in his heart.
Inspired by the 1871 Paris Commune, The Frost of Springtime is a poignant tale of revolution, redemption, and the healing power of love.
Rachel L. Demeter lives in the beautiful hills of Anaheim, California with Teddy, her goofy lowland sheepdog, and high school sweetheart of ten years. She enjoys writing dark, edgy romances that challenge the reader’s emotions and examine the redeeming power of love.
Imagining stories and characters has been Rachel’s passion for longer than she can remember. Before learning how to read or write, she would dictate stories while her mom would jot them down for her. She has a special affinity for the tortured hero and unconventional romances. Whether sculpting the protagonist or antagonist, she always ensures that every character is given a soul.
Rachel strives to intricately blend elements of romance, suspense, and horror. Some common themes her stories never stray too far from: forbidden romance, soul mates, the power of love to redeem, mend all wounds, and triumph over darkness. Her dream is to move readers and leave an emotional impact through her words.
The heat of their bodies mingled as one. With each breath, Aleksender drank in the sweet essence of his beloved ward. His mind swam with unorthodox visions and desires. He inclined his head, lost to the power of her nearness, entranced by everything that was Sofia Rose.
“Alek, my Alek …”
Each word infused Aleksender with a delicious and undeniable warmth. Intoxicated by roses and wintertime, he found it difficult to speak, difficult to think. Breathless, he swallowed and met the haunting depths of her eyes.
“Please,” she dreamily murmured, “I want you to kiss me again…”
Dex is many things, a college senior, the bassist for The Invisibles, a son, a friend, everything but a boyfriend. Everybody knows him as the shallow guy who’s up for a good time anytime. People rarely take the time to see the loyal guy lying just beneath the happy-go-lucky façade.
There are parts of Dex’s life he keeps hidden. Ones he believes no one would understand. Since he gave up on the idea of a dream girl long ago, he thinks he’s finally found the perfect balance of connection without commitment with Sam.
Chrissy used to know everything about Dex. When he left four years ago for college, she was left behind. Four years later, with nowhere else to turn, Chrissy calls the one person she’s always counted on, Dex. One glance at the sad eyes he’s tried to forget and Dex knows it’s out of his control.
With Chrissy’s return, lines begin to cross from friendship to something more, but will Dex’s secret force them apart forever?
(Can’t Let Go is the fourth novel in the Invisibles Series)
Picking it up, still shaking in my hands, a number I don’t recognize crosses the screen. Wavering on whether or not I want to chance this being something at the house, I hit ignore because I don’t want to be bothered with my dad’s so-called business today. Then thoughts of someone raiding or maybe some loser found out where mydad’s operation is. Worse case, someone ratted him out. Figuring someone who I have programmed in my phone would have made the phone call to alert me, I wait to see if they leave a voicemail. Which they do—my phone vibrates a second later.
Clicking speaker, I place the black rectangle on my dresser while I gel my hair. My fingers are manipulating each strand, placing it in the perfect spot when her voice comes across. My hands stop mid-air and I my eyes fixate on the phone. Closing my eyes, that sweet sound that’s only lived in my dreams the past years still unglues me to the core. “Um … Dex. I’m in town and … um … I was wondering … if maybe we could … um … talk.” Her voice is practically shaking
from the awkwardness of the phone call.
“HULK!” Brady screams again. Debating in my head what I should do, I could easily claim ignorance that I never got the call. Say that I was already out of town. Excuses run through my head as to why I would leave her wherever she is. Then the images of her alone, or worse, not. Knowing even with the distance that has formed between us over the years, I could never, would never, not go to her if she needed me.
Walking out my door, I peer over the railing to a sour Brady. “Man, I gotta do something. You guys go without me,” I shout down.
“What is so damn important?” he asks, sensitive to the fact he can tell something’s off with me. Brady is like the father of our friends, protective of us all.
“A friend needs me,” I say, remaining vague. If Brady knew the half of what I did when I leave this house, he’d probably have an anxiety attack.
He stands there staring up at me and wavers at the door. Probably counting in his head how long he has before Sadie, his fiancé, comes in search of him. “What’s up, man?” he asks, stepping up a few stairs.
“I’m not sure yet. I need to make a call.” I’m honest with him because Brady has a sense of comfort about him. Although, I’m fairly certain our secrets are shared with Sadie, he keeps things mostly to himself.
“Do that, and we’ll wait.” He jogs back down the steps, and the front door shuts behind him.
Sitting on my bed, I bite my lip. It’s been so long. Not that she hasn’t crossed my mind; I’m not sure a day goes by that I don’t wonder where she is and what’s she’s doing. I question why she left and never answered my calls. The guilt that I somehow left her behind always resonating inside somewhere within me even when she’s the one who disappeared. The small piece of electronics sits in my hands like a ten-pound weight. There’s no turning back, no erasing from my mind once I press that call icon.
Pushing back my fear, I press the call button, release a deep breath and bring the phone up to my ear. She answers on the first ring, confirming something is seriously wrong. “Dex,” she answers. Another stab of the knife that she still has my number programmed, but I don’t have her obviously changed number.
“Chrissy?” I say her name out loud for the first time in four years. How can her name seem foreign on my tongue?
The line is quiet for a few seconds before she continues. “Hi. I’m in Western … at this place called The Loft. Could you come down here?” she asks.
AUTHOR BIO
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from
school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years
ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young
age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write. With the encouragement of her family, she
finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been floating
around in her head. When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing
with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family
and friends. But after chasing around
twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after
putting the kids to bed.
SarahBeth Pearson has made mistakes, and I might just be the biggest one of them all. After spending months keeping secrets and lying to everyone close to us, it’s all fallen apart and we are each left alone to pick up the pieces.
I’ve loved SarahBeth in one form or another her entire life. The steps that brought us closer together weren’t easy for me to take. After letting her dictate our relationship, I’ve found myself practically homeless and estranged from my closest friends.
Now I’m left trying to move on, finding a new place to live and getting everything I need in order, while she’s trying to mend her broken heart. There’s just one problem…SarahBeth’s still keeping secrets – and her secret just might change everything.
Excerpt
“Isn’t that SarahBeth?” Melanie asks, looking over to where a small blonde and a brunette are running towards a hallway between stores that leads to restrooms. I jerk around in my seat, trying to look closer and when I see Tyler watching after them, holding a purse and a few shopping bags, I know for sure it’s them. At my nod, Mel touches my hand, bringing my gaze back to her earnest one. “Don’t you want to go check on her? Make sure she’s alright?”
Do I want to? Yes, absolutely. Should I? Well, that’s another matter entirely. I look back to the corridor they disappeared through, but don’t see them any longer. Just when I’m about to tell her no, I don’t want to check on her, Tyler’s eyes meet mine and the blatant worry in them has me nodding and heading in his direction. I don’t look back to see if Melanie followed me because honestly, all I can think about is what could possibly put that look in Tyler’s eyes.
“Is she okay?” It’s all I can do to keep my voice level when I reach him and ask the question I need the answer to the most.
Tyler’s looking everywhere but at me when he replies, “Yeah mate, she’s fine. You can go back to whatever you were doing now.” His voice is hard, it’s easy to tell he’s not happy at finding me with Mel, but his feelings aren’t what worry me now.
Before I can ask any more questions, Olivia and Sarah are walking back in our direction. They both stop in their tracks when they see me standing with Tyler. The moment she notices Melanie standing next to me her already pale skin loses all color and she begins backing up, away from our little group. The hurt in her eyes has me moving towards her before I can even process it. I want to explain myself. When what I’m doing registers, I stop, trying to keep myself in place, but when her eyes fill with tears and they overflow, rolling soundlessly down her cheeks, I melt.
Reaching her, I cup her face in my hands, brushing away the tears as she trembles beneath me. It’s the first time I’ve really touched her since everything went to shit and having my hands on her, having her this close to me, I feel like I’ve come home. Unable to hide the emotions racing across my face, I let her see just how much I’ve missed her as her breath catches in her throat. Her eyes are bouncing back and forth between mine in disbelief while the look on her face has me aching to touch my mouth to hers, to pull her into me so I can hold her.
I don’t get the chance to do any of that because at the same time a hand touches my back, SarahBeth sucks in a breath and steps back, her eyes brimming with tears even while she glares up at me, betrayal all over her face. I want to explain, to tell her what I’m doing here with Mel, to reassure her that it’s not what it seems, but in the back of my head I think this is a good thing. I want her to let go of me, to begin to move on, to find someone that deserves her. Letting her think I’ve replaced her, no matter how much it hurts us both, is probably for the best.
“Wait SarahBeth,” Melanie begins as I step away from her touch. Instead, I grab the hand that was on my back and link our fingers together, this draws both her eyes and SarahBeth’s. Mel’s looks confused, but SarahBeth’s guts me. She stares at our linked hands with an expression that’s a cross between fury and despair before swiping her hands across her cheeks to brush away the few falling tears, and meeting my gaze head on.
Her eyes are sparking with a fire I haven’t seen in so long that I’m almost relieved. As she straightens her spine and holds her head high. she turns to Mel and smiles. Just barely tipping the corners of her lips up her smile is clearly fake but there nonetheless, she says, “It’s fine really. I’m glad he has someone.” Mel starts to speak up, but SarahBeth keeps her eyes on me as Olivia walks up beside her, puts an arm around her shoulder and glares at me. If looks could kill…that girl hates me. She starts to say something in her ear, but Sarah shakes her head. “There’s nothing to say. I’m done with this,” with that said she scoots out from under Olivia’s arm and turns her back on me, this time I’m sure for good, and leaves me to watch her walk away from me this time.
Tyler hurries to walk after them, muttering, “You’re a bloody idiot mate,” as he passes me. He doesn’t get far before he stops, turns around and glares at me, much like Olivia did. “If you only knew…” he shakes his head, “Well, that would have gone a lot differently.” I don’t get the chance to ask him what he means before he heads after them, dropping an arm across each of their shoulders and handing the bags he was holding to Olivia.
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Stacey is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author of Second Chances (co-authored with H.M. Ward) and the Nashville Nights series.
She is also a wife, mother, writer and self-professed bookwhore – not necessarily in that order! As the mother of three growing boys, her Kindle has become her temporary escape from the insanity of boys, dogs and her husband. Stacey can usually be found curled up with her iPad when she’s supposed to be writing or creating endless playlists on Spotify.
Lily and the Duke by Helen Hardt: Release Day Blitz & Giveaway
Prim and Proper by Barbara Cutrera: Cover Reveal
Sasha by Rae Matthews: Cover Reveal & Giveaway
Book: Lily and the Duke
Author: Helen Hardt
Genre: Victorian Romance
Lily and the Duke
Sex and the Season One
Wiltshire, England 1845
Lady Lily Jameson is thrilled to attend a house party given by Daniel Farnsworth, the Duke of Lybrook, but not because he’s the most eligible bachelor in the peerage. Her only interest is his famous art collection, which reputedly includes a painting by her favorite artist, Jan Vermeer.
Daniel, duke only by virtue of the untimely deaths of his father and older brother, wants nothing to do with his new duties. He’d rather continue his rakish ways. When he finds the lovely Lily sneaking around the property in search of his art collection, sparks fly.
Despite her father’s wishes, Lily has no intention of marrying. She wants to travel the world to gain real life inspiration for her painting and writing. And what could be better worldly experience than a passionate affair with the notorious Duke of Lybrook?
But circumstances may change the game and the players…and danger lurks, as well.
Helen Hardt is an attorney and stay-at-home mom turned award-winning author. She’s been writing stories since the first grade, when her aspiring writer father encouraged her and gave her a small metal file cabinet with “Helen’s Story Box” written on it in permanent marker. She began her first novel, a young adult romance, in the eighth grade. Although it will never see the light of day, she still has the manuscript that she typed on the old IBM Selectric.
She stopped writing to attend college and law school. She met her real-life hero in law school, and they live in Colorado with her two teenage sons. Helen writes contemporary, historical, paranormal, and erotic romance. Her non-writing interest include Harley rides with her husband, attending her sons’ sports and music performances, traveling, and Taekwondo (she’s a blackbelt.)
Book Title: Prim & Proper Author: Barbara Cutrera Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: September 16, 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Sean Proper, the youngest principal ever to head the renowned Kensington Academy, knows he’s smart and driven to succeed, but he has no idea he’s also living proof that miracles do happen. Unaware of the truth, he can’t foresee how radically his life will be altered by his introduction to Prim Aurora, a businesswoman whose past is shrouded in mystery. Each having extremely different and unusual upbringings, neither Sean nor Prim ever intend to become seriously involved in any romantic relationship. Prim’s inexplicable fears, Sean’s need to be in control, and the appearance of a dead body in the Aurora family home will test the passion and love between them. As their relationship is jeopardized by past events and a killer still on the loose, their determination and commitment to their dream of a life spent together is threatened. Only elusive revelations regarding the secrets in Prim’s past and the circumstances relating to the miracle surrounding Sean’s birth can provide Prim and Proper with the promise of a happy future.
They had barely made it inside and closed and locked the door behind them when Sean took Prim’s face in his hands and kissed her. She rested her palms on his chest then slid her hands down and undid his pants. He was quickly naked in the center of the room, although she remained fully clothed.
“Wait,” she declared. “Don’t go anywhere.”
Sean chuckled and asked her where she thought he was going to go. He watched her walk back towards the master bedroom, listened as she moved around in the room, and savored the sight of her walking back to him. He noted she wasn’t wearing her shoes anymore and deduced that she was probably not wearing anything else except the gown.
As she slipped her arms around his neck, Prim urged him to make love to her. When he pointed out it would ruin her dress, she pointed out that her dress could be cleaned. When he asked her what would happen if they tore it, she answered that it could be stitched.
“What if I tear it off you and it can’t be repaired?”
She kissed him and murmured, “I love this dress, and I’m glad you love it, too. But it’s a dress. If it gets destroyed because of what we do while I’m wearing it, then I won’t regret it.”
Barbara Cutrera is an author who writes in various genres, including contemporary romance, fantasy romance, romantic suspense, fiction, and mystery. A member of the Romance Writers of America and the Florida Writers’ Association, Cutrera was born and raised in Louisiana and moved to Florida with her family in 2004. She works with the visually-impaired and is visually-impaired herself. She believes our minds are only limited by the restrictions we place upon them.
COVER REVEAL
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Author: Rae Matthews
Series: Mixed Drinks, Book 1
Genre: Romance | Comedy | Drama
~ SYNOPSIS ~
When it comes to relationships, I have really bad luck. Each time I meet a guy, I cross my fingers and hope he is at least half way normal. I’m so tired of dealing with crybabies and freak shows that I could just scream. At this point, I’m so close to just joining a convent, taking the vow of chastity, and calling it quits with men entirely. Well, I probably don’t need to go to that extreme… I mean who am I kidding? There’s no way could I be a nun. But becoming an old crotchety lady with 20 cats lurking around? Now THAT is a definite possibility. That was until I saw him, my brown-eyed stallion man, swooping in to save me from an unforeseen wrinkly old balls attack, and then… he is gone. Well, not gone completely, because I can’t stop fantasizing about him.
I fantasize about him so much that when I finally did see him again, I made a complete and total ass of myself. Several times in fact. How I did not drop dead of embarrassment right then and there is beyond me.
So, remember I said I have really bad luck? Well, sit back, grab a glass of wine or your favorite mixed drink, and let me tell you how it all started, and how it all ends…
Rae Matthews is a Minnesota native who moved to Wisconsin in 2002 for a guy of all things. I mean, who does that and doesn’t live to regret it.
Rae is an awesome wife, a cool step-mother, a loyal friend, a super fantastic sister and a huge goofball. She loves to see people smile, laugh and generally enjoy life.
Rae loves to tell stories to friends and loved ones and is finally ready to share her stories with the world.
The unbridled heat continues between the beautiful Charity Powers and her gorgeous and passionate assassin for hire, Justin Collins. He exists only to love her and keep her safe, but that’s not so easy when she is such a force of life. Charity makes it her mission to heal Justin’s wounded path, but to do it, she must hide terrible, dangerous secrets from him that risk their entire relationship.
The holidays arrive filled with wonderful sentiments that leave each of these lovers closer than ever, but just as the celebrations come to a close, one of their dearest friends is brutally attacked. There needs to be retribution, and both Justin and Charity deliver it. In the process, evidence of a traitor is discovered on the Panther team, jeopardizing not just everything they’ve worked for—but their very lives.
Discovering Charity’s secrets devastates Justin, but his broken heart is no rival to the fury of learning that his beautiful obsession is being hunted. Rescuing her leads him to the truths of this past.
Nothing can contain Justin’s devotion and intensity. Charity has to be kept safe. The traitor and their enemies,
personal and political, must be eliminated if they are going to survive.
Behind me, the door swung shut quietly in its hinges, locking itself after it clicked into the jamb.
“Justin?”
There’s no answer. Maybe he’s not home yet.
I’m putting my bag down when I hear the voice behind me. “Get up against the wall—NOW! Put your hands out,” he demands.
There’s no point in resisting. I step up to the foyer wall and nervously place my hands against it, waiting to see what the next move will be. My pulse is a loud whomp in my ears.
The sound of his footfalls fill the small space, approaching on me slowly, deliberately, until I see his feet on the floor between mine, his bare feet and
bare legs. Strong hands lift the heavy coat off me and toss it to the floor beside us and then return to my shoulders where they begin to coil up my hair. A familiar hardness presses into the small of my back.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Justin whispers into my ear, making my knees weak.
“And what, exactly, were you thinking about?” I breathe, praying for his magical hands.
His left hand pulls my hair, turning my face toward his. “I thought about making you cry with pleasure. It’s the only way I can tolerate your devastating
absence.” He quickly bites my lower lip, tempting me. “I love you, Warrior. And I need you.”
Justin’s right hand slithers around to the front of me under the bottom of my shirt, rising up between my breasts to grab my bra like a handle. Then both of his hands pull me tightly against him, molding me into his warm body.
My lips ache for him, my hunger for the taste of his tongue spills over. “Kiss me, please!” I beg. “Touch me like a man should touch a woman.
“I’m going to do everything to you that a man should,” he growls.
His mouth finds mine, the pleasure of it searing all of my senses. He tugs my hair a little more and completes the seal between our lips, circling his tongue around mine. Underneath my shirt, his powerful hand lets go of my bra and gently grabs my breast, pressing the fleshiness between his fingers. He lets me hear a low moan deep in his chest. It’s more felt against my body than it’s heard by my ears.
It doesn’t matter that I want more, that my clit is throbbing for his touch, Justin makes me wait for it. He releases my hair and my breast, both hands moving to the bottom of my shirt where he pulls at it uncaringly, ripping it over my head and tossing it on top of my coat. My bra comes off me with the same ease, and he spins me around to face him, pushing my back against the wall.
“My fucking God! I will never get tired of looking at you,” his deep voice confesses while his eyes widen with lust.
There’s no misunderstanding him. My own eyes were taking in his fully unclothed body with the same excitement and enthusiasm. The thick muscles of his chest rise and fall with his heavy breathing, and his well-defined shoulders beg me to claw my nails into them.
Christ! How does he stay in that shape?
Fuck it—I don’t care!
AUTHOR BIO
Indie Author with my first Romance novel, Charity’s Warrior, and now the second in the series, Charity’s Secrets, publishing on Amazon Kindle, Creatspace, Barnes & Noble and Smashwords.I’m very passionate about writing stories full of love, lust, eroticism, and strong characters entwined around each other in an interesting, suspenseful journey.East coast born and raised, I’m married, extremely happily, with 4 kids, 3 of which are now young adults (not sure when that happened).I’m a COO in my technology-based “day job,” which requires a mix of technical and creative writing for both internal and client-facing materials, but it was not satisfying my artistic spirit. Writing the “Charity” series has been absolutely fulfilling and exciting.
My favorite writing takes place on my phone while lying on the Southernmost Beach in Key West, where I try to go at least twice a year.
Book Title: Something Wonderful Author: M. Clarke Genre: New Adult Release Date: February 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Jeanella’s confidence and trust in Max continues to grow, and life seems to be on track. Then Crystal decides to pursue a sexual harassment lawsuit, and Jeanella’s world turns upside down. Once again, she wonders if she will ever be enough for Max. Jeanella is forced to make a decision; stay and fight for her man or leave him for good.
Becky’s unexpected friendship with Matthew continues to blossom, as they try to define the boundaries of their relationship; but a one-night stand threatens to ruin it all. As Matthew’s feelings for Becky grow, he’s torn between guilt and heartache over his deceased fiancée. Can Becky break through his wall and help him heal?
International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke 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.
Synopsis: Don’t let my petite and innocent appearance fool you, because I’m one person you don’t want to cross. I’m Micah, the youngest member of Resurrection…If only they knew how young. My fake ID says I’m twenty-one.
And I will be…in four years.
What can I say? I blossomed early. Home sucked, so I left, determined to do something with my life.
Landing the gig as lead vocalist in the band was a dream come true. I’ve worked hard to make something of myself and nothing is going to ruin that for me.
Then He showed up.
He’s hot as hell and so into me. But he’s also twenty-five.
I don’t want to lie to him, but if the truth comes out I’ll lose everything, including him.
Review
Thanks to the author, I was allowed to read an ARC of this book for an honest review. I have read some of Missy Johnson’s work before and really enjoyed it.
This book is about Micah who at 14 years old took on a new identity to escape her troubled life with her mother. The tragic death of her brother left scars on her that she must live with. Micah is now 17 but everyone thinks she is 21…she even has the documentation to back it up. When she becomes the new lead singer for an up and coming band, she meets Saxon. As sparks fly between the two, Sax has no idea that Micah is really 17.
As the story progresses and the two grow closer, you realize that somewhere along the way, Micah’s age will be revealed. The way that Sax finds out is totally unexpected. A person from Micah’s past brings back memories that she doesn’t want plus information that she doesn’t want Sax to have. The question is can Sax recover from the fact that she is only 17.
You find yourself wishing that Micah didn’t have to tell the world her real age. She has fought for herself and taken care of herself since she was 14 so she seems much older. The story could be about any number of young women that find themselves in situations where they must grow up and grow up quickly. Missy Johnson does a great job of telling this story. Hope there will be more of these characters in the future.
About Missy Johnson
Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).
When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.
Book Title: Finding Me, Finding You Author: Shealy James Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: September 2013 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Parker wasn’t always a bad boy. It wasn’t until his life seemed to lose meaning that things started spiraling out of control. Nothing mattered though, not without her around. That was until he met Maggie, the introverted beauty that had taken one too many verbal beatings.
Maggie wasn’t exactly shy, but she definitely wasn’t confident either. Until now she had been happy existing in her small world, but she was ready for a change. She vowed to make friends in college. Simple, right? Not quite. Maggie discovers she was in store for more than just friendship. Instead she finds a painful crush on an emotionally unavailable guy.
As Maggie and Parker each head down the path of self-discovery, they learn it isn’t always easy to keep the ones you love when you are becoming the person you want to be.
“So, Parker, how long have you been in love with my little girl?”
I looked at him shocked. “What?”
“You’re watching her like You’re ready to pounce anyone who touches her wrong or if anyone under the age of sixty tries to dance with her. You drove all this way to come to a party that she hates. I know she is incredibly crabby when she is home, and I can only assume that has something to do with you. She has been happier at school this year than she was the last two, and I know about your piano performance, which was a nice touch by the way.”
I thought for a second. Was I in love with Maggie? This wasn’t the first time this had crossed my mind, but it was the first time I believed it could be possible. Yes. I am. I’m in love with Maggie Miller.
“I’ll ask you again, son. How long have you been in love with my daughter?”
“I think since the day I met her, sir.”
“Yeah I thought so. I saw the way you looked at her then as well. Have you told her how you feel?”
“No, sir.”
“Have you had sex with her?”
“What? NO! No, sir!”
He gave me a mischievous grin. “Ha. Just checking. Well, go get her.” He nodded to where she was dancing with a bald older man with wandering hands. I laughed when she had to move his hand off her butt for probably the tenth time.
“Are you going to cut my balls off?”
Shealy James is Georgia native who teaches middle school math during the day and disappears into fiction at night. She is an avid reader and a writer who laughs in the face of middle school angst and welcomes humor, drama, and the all-important happy ending. Shealy is the author of Finding Me, Finding You (Finding Series Book 1), Finding Us (Finding Series Book 2) and Whole Life Re-Do (Whole Life Series Book 1).
From national bestselling author Sharla Lovelace, comes another romantic and heartwarming novel set in the heart of Texas.
Ian was the wild boy every girl dreams of, a renegade who thrived on breaking the law and setting Savi’s body on fire. It was all fun and games and hot excitement, no strings attached, until the one day he got serious—and then disappeared without a trace.
Savi has spent the ten years since committing herself to her work, her daughter, and to not thinking about Ian—or love. Just when it’s possible she might have found the one man who can change her mind, Ian pulls into town, bringing with him all of the lust, danger, and excitement Savi remembers.
As Ian stirs up old feelings and draws Savi back into memories and passion she’s too weak to fight, he’s also digging up dirt on the man Savi is falling for, doing everything he can to prove that Duncan is not who he seems to be. And Savi, unsure whether she can trust either man, will be forced to decide between rekindling a love that never really burned out and building a new one that looks ready to catch fire.
Excerpt
“I’m not perfect and I will never claim to be,” I said. “I’m screwed up. I have baggage that has baggage, I have issues with girly things, and have done some not-so-smart things in my past. I have jacked up hair and I talk when I’m nervous. You once called me a mess, and it’s true. I’m—”
“A beautiful mess,” he said, stepping closer again. My breathing quickened and I had to think about exhaling. That look. That damn look. “I said you were a beautiful mess.”
The burn that had started low was up in my throat then, threatening to choke me. “Yeah, well,” I managed, the words clipped and quivery. “You were high on steak then.”
A sound escaped his throat that almost sounded like a chuckle, and his hands came up again. They stopped just short of touching me, as if he had to think about it one more time, and then they were on either side of my face, pulling me to him. I sucked in a breath and let my hands move slowly around his waist.
“And what’s my excuse now?” he breathed, restrained emotion making his voice gravelly.
“Lack of sleep?” I whispered, my heart doing bottle rocket launches against my ribs. “It does tend to make you—”
Sharla Lovelace is the bestselling, award-winning author of sexy small-town love stories. Being a Texas girl through and through, she’s proud to say she lives in Southeast Texas with her retired husband, a tricked-out golf cart, and a mutt puppy with ADHD. She is the author of The Reason Is You, Beforeand Ever Since, Just One Day, Don’t Let Go, and Stay with Me.
The Invisibles Series by Michelle Lynn: Book Blast & Giveaway
Reed’s Reckoning by Ahren Sander: Cover Reveal & Giveaway
DON’T LET GO (TheInvisibles #1)
Synopsis:
Sadie Miller is attempting to change her ways and hide somewhere no one knows her former self. She only wants to finish her final year of college, obtain her degree, and get out from the hold of her affluent parents. Then she meets Brady Carsen, the lead singer of The Invisibles, a popular local band in the college town. She tries to stay away but quickly realizes that, although he might not be what she’s used to, he’s exactly what she needs and more importantly, everything she could possibly want.
Unfortunately, Sadie’s troubled past left her with insecurities that make her question Brady’s true intentions. And while Brady is convinced that Sadie is the one for him, he has his own secrets that he fears will be their undoing. If they want to be together, they will have to stand united and fight the outside influences that are threatening to tear them apart. Can they put their pasts behind them for good in order to secure their future?
Excerpt from Don’t Let Go
“So you knew I wasn’t drunk?” I ask him and he grins.
“Yeah, I knew you were sober. I didn’t knock you down though. That was just luck on my part,” he chuckles. “Then you were there by my side, and I had to go up on stage to play. There has never been a time that I didn’t want to perform more than that night. I told the guys we were going to cut it short. When I finished the second song, I saw you had left and it was all I could do to finish the set. I was so pissed at myself for allowing you out of my sight again.”
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask him.
“I need you to trust me.” He grabs my hand, placing it in his lap. “I can’t tell you where I was Friday night, at least not yet. But believe me Sadie, I wasn’t
with anyone else. You’re the only girl who consumes my thoughts, my dreams, and my mind. Please trust me when I say there is no one else,” his voice is
desperate, saturating his soft brown eyes.
A big part of me believes him. My thoughts go to Jessa and how she now trusts guys again after what her ex-boyfriend did to her. I need to move on with my
life; it’s been over a year and I still harbor all of the hurt and remorse. If I don’t start living my life, it is going to pass me by. Brady’s right, I never gave him a fair shot.
“I believe you,” I whisper, still unsure of my decision to give this a chance.
“Thank you, Sadie.” He releases the deepest breath in relief. “Now I have one more favor.” He peers over at me, continuing to hold my hand.
“What, Carsen?”
“Go on a date with me. A real date, just you and me from beginning to end,” he asks, squeezing my hand.
I close my eyes, willing myself to allow me to have this. Give myself the possibility to have happiness and accept the consequences. “Yes,” I answer him.
He picks up my hand and spreads it open, kissing my palm to his lips, and I wish he would continue that kiss up my arm.
“I’ll pick you up tonight at six,” he instructs.
“Tonight? It’s Monday,” I counter.
“I’m not waiting a whole week, Sadie.” He shakes his head and releases my hand, placing the sketchbook back in his bag.
“Alright,” I agree.
“Let’s go, I’ll walk you back to the dorm.” He holds his hand out to help me up and then keeps it firmly in his for the entire walk.
“I have a question.” I look over to him.
“What?”
“How did you know where I lived?”
“Hey, I’ve got to keep some secrets to myself.” He smirks over to me, squeezing my hand again.
“You aren’t some stalker guy who is going to murder me tonight, are you?” I question seriously.
“I promise you, I’m not a stalker and I’m not going to murder you. Kidnap maybe, but not murder,” he laughs.
LET ME IN (The Invisibles #2)
Synopsis:
**This is a STANDALONE! You do not need to read book 1 in order to enjoy LET ME IN ***
Grant is damaged, selfish, and undeserving of love…or so he thinks.
Jessa is happy, in love, and has overcome her past…or so she thinks.
Grant and Jessa can’t stop thinking about one another since being introduced at a party a month ago. And despite their differences, they can’t seem to stay away from each other either. However, both are hiding secrets of less-than-perfect pasts, fearing what will happen when those mistakes come to light. As they grow closer, they each battle their own insecurities, and neither believes that they are worthy of the kind of love that they both still want. So if it’s true that opposites attract, what happens when the similarities begin to surface?
Let Me In Excerpt
I shut the door after waving goodbye to Grant and a rush of unexpected sadness smacks me. Ever since Sadie persuaded me to move out of the dorms and into Brady’s house with them, I’ve seen Grant every day. Although his jeans and university sweatshirt apparel isn’t normally my preference anymore, I can’t help but notice the way his shirt usually tightens around his biceps. And I really couldn’t help but notice the way his shirt would rise up when he was painting, exposing a six pack that I assume he works for on a daily basis. I also haven’t missed the way his honey-colored hair sticks up in different directions every time he runs his
fingers through it when he seems tired or annoyed. It’s only been two short weeks since I first met Grant, but I’m not blind to our connection with each other. I keep reminding myself though that guys like him don’t go for girls like me. Not to mention, I have Rob. Rob treats me well, better than anyone else ever has. I might not like the way he checks out other girls when they walk by, or the way he usually walks through doors in front of me, but he’s nicer than Jason and we are definitely attracted to one another.
“What are you doing?” Sam asks. Now here’s the girl for Grant. My sister’s long chestnut hair is curled in little corkscrews with a few strands pinned back, while the rest flows down her back. The skirt she’s wearing, which looks like she ironed it this morning, is paired with a cute matching sweater. She and Grant would make the most adorable little preppy babies together.
“Nothing … why?” I ask her.
“You’ve been leaning against that front door for the past five minutes,” she laughs, and I quickly remove my hand that still rests on the doorknob.
“Just thinking,” I answer, starting to walk back into the room.
“Not about Rob,” she states and raises her eyebrows in question.
Although she’s mostly correct, I decide to take the defensive, “Shut the fuck up, Sam.” I walk into the family room, ignoring her.
“It’s okay, Jessa. I know you like him,” she calls out to me, but I continue my way through the family room and into the kitchen. I grab a beer out of the fridge and chug half of it before sitting down at the table. I know I shouldn’t be so mean to Sam; she’s my sister and knows me better than anyone. Not to mention, she stood by my side during that horrible time. She’s knows the depression and the hurt I suffered after that asshole destroyed my life. I’ll never forget the night she was my guardian angel. Without her … who knows where I’d be. A hospital, a prison, or not on this earth at all.
Most of all, I know she’s right. I do like Grant, but to what degree, I have no idea. I’m not about to blow what I have with Rob, only to find out that Grant has no
interest. I chuckle to myself, thinking about him bringing me to one of those Greek formals.
LET ME LOVE (The Invisibles #3)
Synopsis:
A chance encounter. An undeniable connection. An unimaginable twist of fate.
Kailey’s life is crumbling. Her best friend and sister, Jen, is dying, leaving her young family devastated. With
little hope of saving her, Kailey is forced to face a reality she never expected.
Trey’s life is fun and carefree. He loves the girls, his drums, and his friends. That’s not to say he isn’t
continuously plagued by a difficult decision made years ago—one that changed the course of his life.
Despite the connection they make when their paths unexpectedly cross, Kailey knows her life has no room for anyone else right now. But regardless of how many times she pushes him away, Trey only fights harder to make a place for him in her life and in her heart.
Trey thought he knew heartbreak, but he had no idea until life gave him a second chance, only to snatch it away just as fast. This time he’s determined to keep his place in the life of the ones he loves.
Is there such a thing as fate? If so, can Kailey and Trey hold on to one another long enough to discover there’s no such thing as a chance encounter?
Let Me Love Excerpt
“Trey, thank you for coming, but you can leave now,” I say coldly with no emotion. He can’t be tied down with me, he needs to go and live a life I can no longer be a part of.
“No, Kailey, I’m not leaving.” He stands firm, planting his feet. Uncontrollable anger starts brewing in my veins. I’m mad he won’t listen to me and just
disappear. Can’t he see it’s the best for him to forget us?
My hand rests on the lock; ready to twist it open when he steps forward. He turns me around to face him and cages me between his arms against the door. “Trey,” I argue, but he presses his lips to mine and an immediate raging desire seeps into my every pore. As much as my body screams to him, anger still lingers that he’s forcing me to be callous and cruel.
He places his hands on either side of my face, continuing to kiss me as though he’s starving for only my mouth. Instinctively, the irrational, live life in the moment Kailey that he easily pries out of me appears. Something only my sister and her family could accomplish until he came into my life. “Please,” he whispers, and my body starts to sway in his strong hold, as he travels his lips over to my earlobe and down my throat.
“Stop it, Trey, leave me alone,” I cruelly spout, placing my hands on his chest, trying to push him back, but he only grips tighter.
“You know you don’t want me to.” He trusts his keen instincts because they’re usually always right when it comes to me.
Trying to close myself off, I press my lips together when his graze across mine again before his tongue requests permission. But in the end, I’m not
willing to deny myself, I open, allowing his familiar tongue to roam around my mouth and mingle with mine. The kiss feels safe and warm, like home. Ever
since that fateful plane ride, I’ve felt as if Trey was a part of me. Recalling our first kiss; it was nothing like this. God! He ignited my whole body the first time his mouth pressed against mine. In those three minutes, he ruined me. No man would ever compare. But this, this is what I crave at night when I lay in bed all alone. It’s the familiarity of the one man who knows my lips, my tongue, and my body. My need of one man who continues to enjoy exploring every curve and nuance over and over again, as if he has discovered his own wonderland. When my thoughts unscramble, my lips and tongue are moving carelessly without retention of the real issue.
“Stop it, Trey.” This time, I use all my force to push him back. I’m torn if I’m happy, mad, or just sad. Sheer dejection fills his eyes, and suddenly remorse hits me. “We just can’t,” I softly say, shaking my head back and forth.
“Yes, we can,” he says, stepping forward, but I shake my head violently again. “What the hell, Kailey? All I want to do is love you,” his voice starts escalating, and I need to flee the room. His presence alone makes me jittery and uncontrolled. The sooner I leave, the sooner I can get myself stable again, back into my sealed bubble.
“I told you already, Trey.” I bite my lip, not wanting to lie again, but I will, if I have to.
“Don’t tell me that bullshit again. You and I both know it isn’t true.” He steps closer to me, and my weakness begins getting the best of me.
“Please, I need to get back out there,” I tell him, but he approaches again, pulling me to him similar to a child with their security blanket. I succumb to the haven of his embrace, mindlessly relishing the warmness of home.
“Kailey, it’s taking everything in me not to keep you right here, up against this door, until you admit you love me. I’ll let you leave this room, but don’t say you don’t love me again. I know you do, and no matter how hard you try to push me aside, I’m not leaving.” He releases me after his rant, and I unlock the door, fleeing the room.
AUTHOR BIO:
Michelle moved around the Midwest most of her life, transferring from school to school before settling down in the outskirts of Chicago ten years ago, where she now resides with her husband and two kids. She developed a love of reading at a young age, which helped lay the foundation for her passion to write. With the encouragement of her family, she finally sat down and wrote one of the many stories that have been
floating around in her head.
When she isn’t reading or writing, she can be found playing with her kids, talking to her mom on the phone, or hanging out with her family and friends. But after chasing around twin preschoolers all day, she always cherishes her relaxation time after putting the kids to bed.
Book Title: Reed’s Reckoning Author: Ahren Sanders Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
Arianna ‘Ari’ Williams thought she experienced the depths of true love until the man of her dreams dismissed her with no explanation. Heartbroken and humiliated, she found herself changing the course of her life and picking up the pieces of her shattered heart. Now four years later, she has a successful career, amazing friends, and a young son with crystal blue eyes that reminds her every day of the love she imagined. Emotionally she has moved on but the wounds never healed.
Reed Matthews has it all. Playing professional football was his always his dream. Being one of the most successful wide receivers in the league comes with money, fame, and all the women he wants. Even with all his wishes coming true, he never stops thinking of the one woman that owned his soul four years ago.
A chance encounter brings Reed to the realization that Ari Williams not only hid a life changing secret from him, but also things weren’t as they seemed all those years ago. He’s determined to get her back and build their lives together.
When the truth behind their deception is revealed- friendships are tested, families are torn apart, and the one person behind it all is relentless.
Can Reed protect those he loves and build the future he dreamed of?
Ahren spent her formative years living in an active volcano. There her family made collectible lava art. She studied rock collecting at the Sorbonne in France. There she met the love of her life-her pet pig Sybil. She returned to the states and started writing. She is happily married to a guy who used to live under a bridge and she met while pole-dancing. They have one amazing daughter.
Now, meet the real me. I grew up in the south and consider myself a true “Southerner”.Most of the special locations mentioned in my books are reflections of my favorite places. Living on the Florida coast, my family spends a lot time at the beach which is where I usually can be found with a book in my hand.I started writing my Surrender Series, in the spring of 2013 and have received incredible support from the Indie community.Throughout this year, I have been privileged to meet some amazing people that I am thankful to have in my life.
Without You by Kelly Elliott: Release Launch & Giveaway
Fate’s Mistake by Brandace Morrow: Release Day & Giveaway
Teaser Tuesday
SYNOPSIS
Alex and Will have spent months keeping their relationship hidden from their families. Getting caught prematurely causes them to admit their love for each other to their parents.
One decision made by Alex’s father changes her entire world, shattering her plans for the future. Alex always thought Will was the very air she breathed, but life has a way of causing doubts for the one thing she thought was absolute…their love.
Can Will’s promise to Alex be enough for her to hold on to or will she find herself moving down a different path that she never imagined for herself?
Without You is book one in the Love Wanted in Texas series.
I sucked in a breath of air and fought like hell to keep the tears from falling. It wasn’t the first time he’d ever said it to me, but this time, it felt so…different. A tear fell, and he quickly brushed it away with his lips as he let out a low, soft moan.
“You have no idea how hard it is for me not to make love to you every time I’m with you. I want nothing more than to be with you, but I want it to be right. I want it to be perfect for you. I don’t want us to sneak into a barn or do it in a car. You deserve so much more than that, sweetheart. I want to make you feel special the first time we make love.”
Wow. Oh…just wow. My breaths were coming out faster. I looked at his lips as I licked mine.
He closed his eyes. “You drive me mad with desire, Alexandra. You have to know that.”
Oh dear God…I think I might have an orgasm…right now…right here.
When he opened his eyes, they were filled with something I’d never seen before. The intense feeling of need I had for him grew about a hundred times. I tried to talk, but only a whisper came out, “Will…”
When his lips touched mine, I let out a moan. I opened my mouth to him so that our tongues could explore each other like they had done a hundred times before. I brought my hands up and ran them through his hair. When he pushed himself into me, I felt his hard-on, and I wanted to wrap my legs around him so badly.
The kiss started to become passionate…until I heard someone clear his throat. I snapped my eyes open right as Will pulled back and scrunched up his face.
“Shit,” he whispered so that only I could hear.
He took a few steps away from me as he ran his hand through his hair. Lord, help me.
I wanted this boy, and even though I knew we had just been caught making out in my father’s barn, my desire for him was so intense that I wanted to cry. I never took my eyes off of him.
He winked at me before turning to the side. “Dad, Gunner, um…I mean, Mr. Mathews…um…I mean, sir…”
I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath. Oh…holy…hell. My father just caught me making out in his barn.
I tried to compose myself as I pushed off the wall and turned to face my father and Will’s father, Josh. I wanted to giggle over Will struggling on how to address my father, but when I looked into my dad’s eyes, I knew that wouldn’t be the smartest thing to do.
“So…” Josh started to say as he shook his head and smiled at Will.
“Damn, boy…you picked the wrong girl to get caught making out with in her daddy’s barn.”
I quickly glanced over at Will, who looked at my father and then back at his dad. He smiled slightly, but then he looked back at my father and swallowed hard.
Dragging in a deep breath, my father looked at us. “Alex, Will…I think y’all need to head on up to the house and wait for us on the back porch.”
Will and I looked at each other, and at the same time, we said, “Yes, sir.”
As we walked out of the barn, Will grabbed my hand right in front of my father.
Will looked at me, winked, and whispered, “I think that went well.”
I just looked at him with my mouth hanging open. “You must have a death wish.”
AUTHOR BIO
Kelly is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has a knack
for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and dreams for
some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly asking for something
to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone sending out what is
sure to be another very important text message.In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner overlooking the Texas
hill country and write.One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her property with
Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose, her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush, move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
Book Title: Fate’s Mistake Author: Brandace Morrow Genre: New Adult/Contemporary Romance Release Date: August 19, 2014 Hosted by:Book Enthusiast Promotions
He was the perfect gentleman, and my parents adored him. In time, I learned to adore him too. I married him. He was my forever.
Until the day he hit me.
Five years went by with the speed of a ticking clock, counting down my life one painful second at a time.
Until Danny. Danny saw me. Danny was my hero.
Danny was the one I was supposed to be with. But now I’m broken, shattered into pieces too jagged to fit back together.Isn’t that what fate is? Puzzles fit together by an unseen hand to form a life worth living. So when fate makes a mistake, who fixes it?
Brandace Morrow is a full time mom of four, and currently stationed overseas with her sexy soldier. Her recent obsessions are Maroon 5, Luke Bryan, The Pretty Reckless, rum and coke, and reading, in no particular order. Despite being terribly awkward with social media, she’s everywhere. Frequently subjecting the public to pictures of her minion’s messes, and everything that is momdom in the Morrow house.
With water to my neck, I turn the faucet off and can hear Danny splashing next door. “Are you done with your legs, too?” I ask him teasingly.
“Just finishing up the bikini area. Do you prefer a heart, or something a little more exotic?” he shoots right back, making me giggle.
“What does bottle five say for you?”
“Let’s see.” I hear glass clinking together. “It says . . . place on face for ten minutes. When dry, rinse off, and apply jar six. This is getting kind of ridiculous. I’ve never had to do this shit before,” Danny says.
“We’ll see what we look like when we’re done. My skin feels so smooth.”
“Yeah, mine too. I’m a facial away from losing my man card. Oh wait, that’s jar five. There it went, flying off to some well-deserving guy who’s eating a raw steak and roping a steer down the street. I may have to move to Mexico to get it back. How do you feel about matadors?”
I burst out laughing as I apply the goopy mess in my jar six to my face. “You can restore your card later. I’m sure there will be food to shovel and beer to belch.”
“You don’t get the man card credo. It’s an application process, Kinley. After all of these products, it could be months before I’m worthy again,” he explains.
“That’s terrible. I had no idea all it took was a few little jars.”
“Don’t underestimate the power of a good facial. I’m never living this down . . . I think this is avocado.”
“Are you eating it? Danny!” I yell through my laughter.
“It’s good fats, Kinley. Remember? Anyway, it’s all your fault,” Danny decides.
“How do you figure?”
“Well, I’m only in here to be close to you. This should show you how committed I am,” Danny informs me.
“Thank you for sacrificing your manhood to show me you care. That means a lot,” I joke.
I hear Danny sniff indignantly before he says, “As long as you value my surrender, it’s all worth it.”
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