Author: Jolie Mae Miller Cover Designer: BookFabulous Designs Release Date: November 24, 2014 Can money really buy you happiness? What would you do to support your family? The Macintyre family faces struggles of alcoholism and severe financial hardship after having it all and losing everything. Jeremy is forced into the ranks of the long-term unemployed, destroying his family with his alcohol addiction, and leaving Lizzie Macintyre to provide for the family in a most unconventional way. Just how far is Lizzie willing to go to save her family? Jack Loving Jr., of the Loving family, is sole heir to Richmondâs most philanthropic familyâs Trust. He and wife, Victoria, work hard to honor his familyâs long-standing tradition of serving the less fortunate, forcing Jack to sacrifice his lifelong dreams. Jack faces serious challenges when someone close betrays him, turning his world upside down. Can Jack create happiness for himself? When Jack has a chance encounter with Lizzie, never could they imagine their families would eventually need one another. Jolie Mae Miller lives in Prince George, Virginia with her husband, children, 3 dogs and 1 cat. Her most beloved job is being a mom and a MeMe (she decided long ago that she was too young to be a Grandma!). Her family dearly loves baseball and she enjoys spending her free time at the ballpark. She attributes her love of romance novels to her Mom who is an avid reader. As a writer, she is influenced by many amazing authors but especially enjoys reading Nicole Edwards, Lorelei James, Sylvia Day, Pamela Ann, S.C. Stephens, Kristen Ashley, R.K. Lilly, and Jamie McGuire. She wishes special recognition to the lovely Mari Carr who in the very early days, when publishing a novel was just a dream, took her precious time to offer sage advice. Mari, youâre the best! Jolie Maeâs debut series will be released in e-book and paperback at Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes and other retailers. She loves chatting with fans from around the world. Please be sure to follow her on social media through the links provided. Self-published, independent (Indie) authors really need your support. After you read, PLEASE take the time and review the book. It means everything to us. Thank you for the support! HOSTED BY:
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________________________________________________________________________ *** The Beats In Rift has a BRAND NEW COVER & is on SALE until November 25th***SALE IS AMAZON US ONLYImage by Cool Text: Free Graphics Generator - Edit Image SLICKER THAN MOST by Rell Erwin Genre(s): Adult Erotica Published: September 2nd 2013 SYNOPSIS When Rich was born, his father taught him two philosophies: The first, men can get away with whatever his woman allows him too, the second, God made women for a man to TEASE, PLEASE, and LEAVE. It’s this philosophy that has Rich moving from one girl to the next, never staying with any female longer than it takes to get the cookie, and pick up a gift or two. Slicker Than Most combines everyday relationship issues with the choices that every female must make after she has discovered that the love of her life, doesn’t feel the same way, and closure isn’t always as easy as it seems. It leads the reader to a point where they will shake their heads, cry, and then call their best friend who is going through this exact story in her life. Claudette Collins, a young female trying to navigate her way through life, love, and raising her daughter, was raised with a couple philosophies of her own – never mess with a man you know is no good, and when a man cheats the first time, leave him, because if he does it once, he will do it twice. Spring break Miami, Richard Lewis’s philosophy, and Claudette Collins philosophy, have a chance encounter that leads to sex on the beach, feelings caught, and lives destroyed. These opposing philosophies should have no chance at anything called love, but love is a funny thing. It doesn’t discriminate, and it doesn’t care what your philosophy is. When it hits, you are too weak to do anything about it until it’s too late. By the time Rich realizes that Claudette is truly the one, it is too late. She has already reached her breaking point and made the choice that she no longer wants him in her life. Will the choices Rich has made finally make him into a better man? Will the choices Claudette has made truly help her find the love of her life? Or will someone else’s choice prove that you can’t break someone’s heart and think you can just walk away with no consequences Claudette starts imagining a life without Rich. Rich can’t imagine a life without Claudette. And the first night they spent together is causing heartbreak and wreaking havoc on everyone’s lives. With Rich no longer living in her home, and her best friend telling her that she is better off without him, Claudette tries to move on with her life. The only hope Rich has if he wants to win Claudette back, is to show her that he is a changed man. But when you’ve lived your life being slick, can you really change? Will the trail of broken hearts he’s caused living by his philosophy keep him from his one true love? Or will his one true love keep him away from breaking any more hearts? PURCHASE LINKS Available for Sale at: (List) Available December 8, 2014 at www.keiterbennett.com, www.rellerwin.com, Amazon, and other fine retailers. Retail Price for Print: $15.00 Retail Price for eBook: $2.99 Hardcover Print ISBN: (ISBN) Softcover Print ISBN: 978-0-9834142-4-7 5 POINTS OF INTEREST ABOUT THE BOOKS CONTENT 1. Nice guys don't usually need to be fixed. Bad boys usually do, so they become a project. 2. Conversation between Claudette and Melanie, her best friend, about the fact that she’s always told her “men will say what you want to hear.” “I love him.” “Crackheads love to smoke, but that don’t make it good for them.” “It ain’t that easy, Mel.” “Yes, it is. You deserve someone who is going to be there for you, respect you. That’s why I ain’t got no man right now. Men walk tall spitting all that bullshit about how they want a good woman, but it’s a bunch of bullshit. Men only want what’s in front of them. As soon as the next big butt and smile walk past or drive by, they ain’t thinking about you no more.” “He told me he loved me.” “Yeah, and I bet he said it because it was what he knew you wanted to hear or he thought he was about to splash off.” 3. Love and heartbreak are a part of life. Love can bring you happiness, and heart break can bring you something altogether different. You live long enough and you’ll experience both. The key to life is minimizing the heartbreak, and enjoying the love. This is the basis for the story about love, heartbreak, and consequences in Slicker Than Most. 4. Since Claudette Collins has already had a bad relationship that has produced a beautiful little girl, she is hesitant to go through the same things again with Rich. 5. Claudette thought she could change Rich so she kept giving him chances until she reached her breaking point. SAMPLE CHAPTER Chapter One “So are you enjoying spring break?” Rich asked as he walked onto the patio deck of the cabana where they were staying. “It’s beautiful,” Claudette answered. “Yeah, right on the beach,” Rich agreed. “It’s like your very own slice of heaven.” “From those sounds I heard coming from your room, I would have thought you already had your slice of heaven,” Claudette teased. “Oh, so now you eavesdropping?” “Who has to eavesdrop when you can hear all that noise next door? I’m surprised someone didn’t call the cops.” “These are private cabanas, built so you won’t have people all up in your business. But I guess if you had been making your own noise, you wouldn’t have time to be listening to what I’m doing in my room.” “How could I not listen with all that damn screaming and moaning?” “Please, I know my boy Turk done hit that.” “Shit, it ain’t nothing happening between me and your boy.” “Oh, so my nigga ain’t hittin’ that?” “Hitting what? Boy, please. Your boy ain’t got no game.” “Come on now, that’s my partner you talking about.” “Well your partner needs to take those sorry ass pickup lines he been kicking and try them on someone else. Can you believe he actually came at me on some I’m one of those sensitive brothers who’s not afraid to cry in front of females?” Rich almost burst out laughing. He couldn’t believe his boy Turk had tried to run with the sensitive play. He could tell Claudette wasn’t the type of female that was going to fall for some line like that. The four of them had spent the last three days together and he had peeped how she carried herself. She wasn’t like most girls they’d come across in Miami during spring break. She really was just looking to get away. She had come down to celebrate finishing up her associate’s degree and wanted to relax before she went back to school. Turk had laid claim to Claudette as soon as he spotted her. Because Turk was his boy and he had called her first, Rich fell back and told his boy to handle his. But hearing what Claudette was telling him now, Rich couldn’t believe that his boy had wasted the sensitive line on a woman like Claudette. “I know you didn’t think that your boy was going to tap this?” Claudette asked. “I’m just saying, the two of y’all been all cozy and shit.” “Cozy my ass. I mean I ain’t trying to diss your boy or nothing, because he cool and all, but as a friend. Talking to him is like talking to one of my girlfriends.” “Damn, that’s cold.” The two of them shared a laugh as they continued looking out at the beach. “Wait a minute. Shouldn’t you be in your room with Teresa?” Claudette asked. “Tiffani.” “What?” “Her name is Tiffani, not Teresa.” “Oh, my bad. Well shouldn’t you be in bed with Tiffani? I mean that’s why you came to spring break, right? To score.” “Oh, you going to try to call me out like that?” “I’m just saying. Most dudes that come down to Miami, especially on spring break, are only looking to see how many notches they can scratch in their headboard. Am I right?’ AUTHOR BIO Rell Erwin was born in Hartford, Connecticut, and is the second youngest son of five children. Raised in the Northend of Hartford by his grandmother, he writes books that entertain the whole family. After graduation from Farmington High School, he spent time serving in the United States Marine Corps where he honed his boot shining skills, getting dressed in less than 30 seconds, and developed a quarter sized hole in his foot from wearing combat boots through morning, noon, and night. Somewhere between high school and the military, he picked up a pen and started writing story ideas that kept invading his brain. It wasn’t until his first son was born that writing started to look like it could become more than just a hobby. However, as with life, other things pushed writing to the back burner and over the next decade or so, RE dabbled in the music business, running his own independent record label and recording studio, while simultaneously promoting parties and clubs. When music no longer felt fun, Rell turned back to writing and has not looked back since. “I never wanted to be this writer that was just another name in some big publishing company, so I decided to go back to school, where I graduated cum laude from Post University with a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management, a Masters of Business Administration degree with a concentration in Entrepreneurship, and then started learning as much as I could about the publishing business while writing and honing my craft.” Rell Erwin writes books that entertain the whole family. His debut novel Slicker Than Most, is the first book in the Slick Black Tongue Trilogy, which is geared towards the woman of the house. Next up is Albany & Vine, the first Detective Erving Jordan book, geared towards dad, Kizzy Kloo Mystery Series, geared towards the princess of the house, and the CastleJumpers Adventure Series, geared towards the child who picks his nose and farts at the dinner table (hopefully this is your son as well and not just mine). So who is Rell Erwin? He is made up of several people who had the most influence on his life. He tells everyone that his sarcasm comes from his grandmother, his go-getter hustling spirit from his mother, the fighter in him from his sister, the level-headiness from his wife, and the robust energy from his adventurous children. He loves the NY Giants, UCONN Basketball especially (the Lady Huskies), and will try anyone’s mac & cheese dish (at least once). In addition to being a full time family man and writer, Rell Erwin is very active in his community. He has served as the President of the Board of Directors for, Club Destiny, Inc. a Hartford based non-profit. Their activity is based on the belief that we all have the ability and responsibility to ourselves, our communities, and our Creator to make a positive contribution and effectively utilize the blessings and gifts that are provided to all people. He has also served as President of the Board of Directors for A New Day, Inc., another non-profit organization based in Hartford that is committed to educating minority women about breast cancer. This is a cause dear to Rell’s heart; as he lost his sister to breast cancer at the age of 36. Rell Erwin is a combination of his abbreviated middle name and his first name. Check him out at http://rellerwin.com and find him on Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram @rellerwin. Rell Erwin lives east of the river in Hartford, CT, together with his wife, his sons, and his imagination which has full use of the basement. 5 Fun Facts You Didn't Know About Me 1. I was in the very first class of acolytes at my church, along with my sister. Thirty years later, I am teaching my own son how to be an acolyte. Just in case you don’t know, in the A.M.E, acolytes are instrumental in helping the services to run smoothly by leading the congregation into Worship Service and by leading the Worship Service into Benediction. 2. I can only write while listening to old school R&B music. My favorites include Luther Vandross, The Manhattans, Vesta Williams, and Luther Vandross. 3. The whole family (wife and children) are on the hunt for the best hamburger on the planet. We’ve been on this #HurstFamilyFoodAdventure for almost two years now. 4. I tore the ligaments in my knee when I tried to do a trick while riding a BMX bike on a half-pipe. I was twelve-years-old and had a cast on for the whole summer. Proof that God has a sense of humor, as that summer was one of the hottest summers ever and all I could do was sit by the pool and watch the other kids play. 5. I wanted one child – a little girl, and ended up with five children – all boys. Best thing I could have asked for. (However, I still want a little girl). STALK LINKS WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS RED by Kim Jones Genre(s): MC/Biker, Erotic Romance Published: November 16th 2014 SYNOPSIS Red is living life in the spotlight, a place she always dreamed of. Stripping was a way of escaping from her past, and it was something she was well-known for. But, Red’s fight to remain queen isn’t the only battle she’s facing. And when the war against her addiction is won, it’s not in her favor. Facing three to five years in a federal penitentiary, Red feels like her life is over. But just like he always does, Luke Carmical, her childhood best friend, comes to the rescue. Only this time he’s brought the Devil’s Renegades member Regg with him. Having no other option, Red is forced to spend the next ninety days in a place she’s never been and in the care of a man she hardly knows. Spending three months of her life on a secluded farm turns out to be a lot more than Red bargained for. Because, it’s there that Regg stands by her side through endless hours of withdrawal, constant mood swings and restless pacing. It’s there that the MC family reminds her of their motto: love, loyalty and respect. And it’s there she learns that hitting rock bottom, doesn’t keep you from falling...in love. PURCHASE LINKS BONUS SCENE SAVING DALLAS MAKING THE CUT LUKE I stood in the doorway, helpless as the woman that I had devoted my life to lay lifelessly in the bed before me. Her nightmares were so frequent that I was afraid to even leave the room for fear she would wake and I wouldn’t be there. It had to be well past two in the morning, and my body was now running on adrenaline alone. Less than twenty-four hours ago my girl was being sexually assaulted by a man that I once called my friend. I felt my grip tighten around the coffee mug I held in my hand. Breathe Luke. Breathe. The last thing I needed was to harm a part of myself in a way that would prevent me from holding her when she needed me. My hands no longer belonged to me. My eyes were only for her, and my heart was held in the tiny palms of the hands of Dallas Knox. I had no idea what they had done to her. Earlier, as I had washed her broken, dirty, battered body, I noticed the way she cringed when my hands fell to the places where she once enjoyed my touch. He had touched her. He had put his hands on something that was mine. I knew I sounded like some kind of barbarian getting territorial over my property, but that was not the reason I was so pissed. I was pissed because they had stole something from her that she would never be able to get back. Her pride, dignity and her right to say who could touch her had been taken. She was now a broken woman and I would spend my last days on Earth piecing her back together. “Luke.” I heard her whisper in her sleep. I knew a nightmare was soon to follow. She often called out my name as if she was preparing me for what was to come, although I knew that was not possible. If Dallas could control the torturous dreams she would. I sat down my now cold coffee on the night stand and climbed into bed behind her. I was no longer the man I once was. Many people who saw me every day in my cut, proudly sporting that Devil’s Renegades patch would not think that I had succumbed to a man who was willing to cradle his woman like a baby just to reassure her she was safe. Some would say I was losing my edge, or going soft, but that was not the case. Dallas might have my heart, but the blood that ran through my veins was cold. Frankie would die and it would be me who pulled the trigger to end his life, if he was lucky. I would much rather cover him in peanut butter and bury him alive in an ant hill somewhere, but I would probably be forced to take a more humane route. I felt Dallas’ small frame curl deep into the mattress and I was pulled from my thoughts of Frankie and back into the situation at hand. “Please.” I heard Dallas cry as her body started to convulse into shudders that made my heart clench and my eyes fill with tears. “I’m here, baby. I’m here.” I turned her to me and buried her face in my chest, rocking us back and forth as I whispered reassurances in her ear. I felt her body take a sudden deep breath and I squeezed my eyes shut at what I knew was to come. Screams. Loud, blood curdling screams echoed off the walls of the bedroom. I pulled her closer, tilting her head back so I could look in her face as I shook her gently, waking her. “Dallas. Wake up, baby. You are safe. No one can hurt you anymore.” I had said the words so many times, but each time hurt just as much as the first. When her beautiful green eyes opened up to me, I could see the sorrow that filled them. Her right eye was barely visible through her swollen lid that was so many shades of blue and purple that it looked almost unreal. Sobbing always came next, and this time was no different. It was like she was ashamed to look at me, and the thought made me a die a little on the inside. I rubbed her hair continuously until her breathing slowed and I was sure she knew she was safe. We had followed this same pattern every few hours for the last day. I knew she would request something to drink, and since I couldn’t leave her alone for even a moment, and she wouldn’t go by herself, I cradled her in my arms and carried her to the kitchen with me. I had become an expert at maneuvering around with her in my arms. With her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms wrapped around my neck, I moved around the kitchen to service her every need. Water. Pain reliever. More water. Another round of tears, as her need for me sunk in. Apologies from her. Apologies from me. Reassurances from her. Reassurances from me. Bathroom. Back to bed. As I carried her down the hall and to the bathroom, my anger flared, just as it always did. My strong, independent, talented, thoughtful, wonderful girl couldn’t even take a piss on her own without fearing for her life. Yes, Frankie the Cutter was going to die, and the pleasure was gonna be all mine. AUTHOR BIO Kim Jones is a writer with big dreams and a creative imagination. Her infatuation with the MC lifestyle inspired her to write a short story about a love affair between a prestigious young woman and a bad-ass biker. After falling in love with her characters, she turned the ten-thousand word short story into a novel. Juggling her writing and her role as ol’ lady to her husband, Reggie, her first novel, Saving Dallas, was published in May of 2013. Saving Dallas Making the Cut, the sequel to Saving Dallas, was published in September 2013 and she plans to release Saving Dallas Forever, the final book in the Saving Dallas trilogy, in February 2014. Kim resides in Collins, MS with her husband Reggie, two dogs Neo and Maggie and a twenty pound cat named Cici. STALK LINKS WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS | AMAZON HOSTED BY RETRACE by Sigal Ehrlich Published: November 6, 2014 Genre(s): New Adult Romance SYNOPSIS Nia Martins believes a fresh start will help her leave her traumatic past behind. Moving to a different country, she seeks to shake off her demons by doing the one thing that sets her free from her destructive thoughts – teaching dance. But change doesn't come easy, and all Nia really wants is to take the next breath without the perpetual suffocation that follows. Reeves Mitchell has looked death in the eyes so many times it’s become habitual. That is, until his best friend's life was on the line. When the one thing he feared the most turns into reality, all he can do is pick up the pieces of his loss. As Reeves tries to live with the constant thought of “what if” gnawing at the back of his mind, he persistently and steadily builds a thick wall around himself. Their solitary lives are all they have—until fate brings them together. Nia and Reeves’ new friendship helps make life, shadowed by the ghosts of their past, more bearable. But as their relationship deepens and new, suppressed feelings emerge between them, are they willing to retrace their steps back to where wounded hearts can be broken once more? **THIS IS A STAND-ALONE NOVEL. New Adult Contemporary Romance: Due to strong language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18. PURCHASE LINKS PROLOUGE Reeves ~3 years ago, somewhere near Lake Erie, Ohio My heart drums in my ears, beating fast and hard. I’m poised. My face reveals nothing. No stress, no panic, not so much as a twitch of a muscle or a bead of sweat. I do this thing I’ve mastered throughout the years. I hold my eyes cold and calculated – they tell nothing. I look the dark, bearded man before me square in the eyes, waiting. No matter what, I cannot blow my cover. We, that is, Ben who’s sitting on the sofa opposite me and I, can’t reveal our cover no matter what the cost. I inwardly repeat: there are thousands of lives on the line. “Did you think you could pull it off?” the man asks. He has a deep scar across his prickled cheek and he holds a semi-automatic at my best friend Ben’s temple. “We are on to you, you son of a bitch.” He grits his teeth and kicks Ben full in the ribs. Ben groans and my gut wrenches viciously. We manage to exchange a concealed glance between us, a flit glance that says so much, a look that feels more like a goodbye. I take inner deep breaths and summon every bit of willpower I have to stay still. A strong intuition brews within me. Something terrible is about to happen. My entire body throbs with dread. And there’s absolutely nothing I can fucking do. Nothing! At the back of our minds we’ve always known, Ben and I. Something like this could happen to either of us, if not both of us. I’ve looked death in the eyes so many times it’s become habitual. But this time I’m petrified because it’s not my life that’s at risk, it’s my best friend who I’ve known for the last fifteen years that’s in real danger. There’s more talking in this Middle Eastern language that I’m fluent in. Words pronounced deeper in the throat are barked at Ben. I hear but I don’t listen. Inside I’m numb. I know what’s coming is inevitable, and with each ticking of the clock the anxiety within me grows. Both tanned, solemn men give me another assessing scan just to make sure they are right, that I truly am one of them. With a small confirming nod from the guy in the expensive suit who is sitting on the plush sofa across the misty room, the gun goes off once. For a beat, before mourning enfolds me, I’m paralyzed. I look at the scene before me, because I know I’m expected to. It could be some sick initiation I’m supposed to pass. I look, but I look through it, I don’t see it. I’m playing a part. I’m on a mission that can save many civilian lives. That’s what’s holding me back from losing control and exacting merciless retribution for Ben’s life. I cannot break down. I cannot blow this thing up. Instead, I keep my face placid, slouching back in the chair, looking the killer straight in the eyes. As Ben’s body drops, my heart stops. With his last breath, I know my life would never be the same. ********** Nia ~3 years ago, Fortaleza, Brazil My eyes are swollen. The purple-black marks have faded some, but nevertheless they are still evident on my face. I study my image as it reflects in my notebook’s screen and wince. I carefully touch my lip with the pads of my fingers. It’s still tender and has a sickening iron taste to it. My other hand instinctively reaches for my bandaged ribs. No matter how deep the pain I’m still nursing, or the way I look, I still want him next to me. Nothing has changed, I love him just the same. Nothing has changed, at least not for me. The sound of the front door opening pulls me back from my thoughts. There’s a jingle of keys as they land in the glass bowl, I listen for the familiar call, asking if I’m home, but it doesn’t come. My brows knit as I wait. I shrug and call out, “I’m in here.” In place of an answer there’s a low exchange of words. I can’t make out what’s being said, but the tone itself seeds alarm within me. Footsteps climb the stairs to the second floor of the house. My parents appear at my door and my heart faints at their expressions. Color has left their faces. But it’s what echoes from their eyes that sucks the air right out of me – a dual vision of fatality. “Nia, it’s… Patrick,” My mom’s voice breaks as she tries to speak. “They found him earlier…” My dad finishes. Their lips keep moving but the sounds coming out of their mouths are stretched and heavy, as if they are speaking under water. My mother’s teary eyes caress me. She moves her hand to mine and I flinch back. I shake my head violently from side to side. “No. No…. No, no, no, no, no.” I bring my hand to cover my mouth, muffling the hysterical sounds coming out. “No, no, no, it can’t be,” I repeatedly murmur. They both look at me in pain, hopeless. I shake my head and move back on my bed, digging into the corner with my feet, resembling a scared animal. My tears almost choke me, and my body shakes uncontrollably. “It can’t be…” I whisper, my words breaking at the tail end of my sentence. “He is gone, Nia love. He is gone.” My mother’s words are so soft but yet so powerful, they paralyze me. Something takes over me in a sudden ferocious flash. Something resilient, spreading to every part of me. Guilt. And with his last breath, I know my life would never be the same. ********** CHAPTER 1 Reeves Present Day, Cleveland, Ohio “I’ll tell you what, wait for half an hour ‘til my shift ends and I’ll take you up to my hotel room,” I say, bored, running a damp cloth over the bar’s dark surface, deliberately taking my time before rewarding the redhead ogling me with a look. Her eyes dart fire at me. Now she has the nerve to start playing innocent? She’s been eye fucking me the entire shift, and doing nothing short of climbing over the bar and jumping my bones for the last fifteen minutes. Besides actually asking me to honor her with what she’d been nearly begging for, she didn’t skip even one of the bimbo commandments. She’s chemically over-red, too artificially tanned, done tits, a nice rack I must admit, but still unnaturally enhanced. Any other time I’d be all over this. Probably have her take the edge off, gladly. But not tonight. I’m not in the mood. I can’t stop thinking about what happened before my shift. I still can’t believe I allowed that kiss to happen. I could kick myself for it. I should kick myself for it. “Oh. Em. Gee!” Hugh Hefner’s employee of the month squeaks at me. Even her voice annoys the crap out of me. It’s been gradually getting on my nerves, especially when she tried to make it sound sexy, somewhere between shoving a twenty into my right, front pocket, to fucking grazing her claws over my chest. “You are so full of yourself! You must be dreaming if you think I’d set a foot in your hotel room,” Red huffs, taking a sip of her “classy” cocktail. Her pink banal drink just compliments the "sophisticated" look she's trying so hard to pull off. I send my eyes to the black ceiling. A person’s alcohol preference can reveal so much. I personally prefer women who appreciate high-class liquor. I raise an eyebrow at her, not missing the way she’s eyeballing the ink on my bicep. “Okay, so no go.” I shrug and turn to the guy next to her. “Yep?” “Two pina coladas.” Are you for real? Who drinks those anymore? I turn to mix the joke of a drink, covertly rolling my eyes. I slide his drinks toward him and take the bills. Putting the notes in the narrow tray, I slam it back with a flat hand. Why did I agree to this shift? I should’ve just told Jake no. He sounded desperate when he called for the favor earlier this evening, earlier as in right after Katie kissed me. Fuck! If there was anything in this world I should not have allowed to happen, it was that kiss. How could I? Well, when it comes to Katie, I just lose all my guard, and the little, sweet devil knows that, too well. I close my eyes and scrub my hands over my bristled cheeks, sliding them further up to rest over my dark buzz cut. Exasperated, I heavily exhale my next breath. “You seem stressed,” my stalker determines, drawing me from my thoughts. I bring my eyes to look at her. Oh, Jesus. Miss you-are-so-full-of-yourself raises a white flag. “I could help you release that stress,” she sucks on the moon shaped orange decorating her lame drink… seductively. And I need to keep myself from snorting. Maybe I should just let her suck me off and that’s it. Maybe it will help release some of the shit causing riots in my head. “You think you can help me take this stress away, huh?” I change tactics, sending her a hint of a smile. “I do.” And 3…2…1… huge surprise, she flings her hair back and raises her 6K boob job at me in the universal slut code of “you’ll have me in the first stall before the night ends.” I reward her with an encouraging side smile, and push myself back from the counter. Saying nothing, I start toward the back office, aka Jakes’ place, aka hiding space when I’ve had enough. “Listen, man, I’m done here for tonight.” Jake nods, stands up, and pats my back in a thank you, bro signal. He gazes at me for a long beat. His brown, straight hair falls to almost hide his piercing brown eyes. He scratches his five o'clock shadow and says, “Thanks for saving my ass tonight. That’s the problem with the women staff. You never know when they’ll start using cramp excuses.” “You know you can get your ass sued for saying shit like that.” I chuckle, and his black, worn leather jacket rises and falls with his shrug. “Reeves, you okay?” his brows sink together as he searches my eyes. I sigh and twist my lips into a hard line. “Katie.” Jake shakes his head in overt disapproval. “She is not your responsibility.” His voice comes out curt, even irritated. “She is. She’ll always be.” I regard him with a look that tells him not to go on any further with this subject. “I think I should put you on a new job, send you away for a while.” His way of not exactly letting go of the subject. “Maybe you should,” I say pensively, heading to the door. I tap the doorpost. “And Jake? Next time no bartending, okay?” “Got it,” he says, and follows me out. I drop the white waist apron to the counter, nod at him, and fling up the little door that sets me free from behind the bar. Jake takes my place, and starts flirting with a couple of cute brunettes while taking their drink orders. “Welcome back.” The stress therapist’s red lips shine at me as soon as I reach her side. I just send my hand to the small of her back, unspoken, telling her to stand up and follow me. “My name is Neveah.” She giggles. Of course it is. I don’t even bother telling her my name as I know it’ll start a series of questions I’m not in the mood to answer. Anyhow, it’s not like she’ll ever have to use it. “Oh God, yes,” works just fine. As I direct us to the toilets, she turns to look at me questioningly. “I can’t wait,” I lie, seriously debating calling this thing off. She smiles and inches on her toes to kiss my jaw. I manage to fabricate half a smile. As soon as I lock the door behind us, she is all over me. She licks my neck while I send myself a harsh look over the mirror. Her straightened hair moves slowly from my neck to my chest, while her hands reach to unbuckle my belt. I observe the scene over the small room’s mirror as if I’m just a spectator. My face is constricted, the muscle above my square jaw line tightly clutched. My eyes are squinted as I rerun the scene with Katie earlier today in my head. Somehow it feels unholy to think about Katie while the stress relief crusader fiddles with my zipper. She slides her hand inside my boxer briefs and not a second later I grab her wrist, preventing her from taking it any further. I collect all possible tolerance I have left in me and help her straighten. “Babe, I think we’ll have to continue this some other time,” I lie again. She smiles but her eyes turn a shade gloomier, making me feel like a total dick. “Let me take you back to the bar,” I try to make some sort of amends. She composes, blinks at me, and slips her hand to my jean’s back pocket. What the fuck? When she’s done punching numbers into my phone, she hands it back to me, saying, “Call me.” Not waiting for my reaction, she unlocks the door, and sashays her skirt-clad ass back to the noisy, darkened, vast room. Even before I push open the exit door to the chilled evening her number is deleted from my phone. What a day. My mood drops a notch lower as I think about not having a real home to go back to. The complex where I bought a duplex will be ready in two days. For the time being, I’m shacked at some hotel within walking distance from Jake’s. I crack my knuckles, having Katie’s confused look play before my eyes again. I must sort this mess out first thing tomorrow morning. PLAYLIST I’m Begging You Not To Go – Tired Pony This is War – Thirty Seconds to Mars In a Bar – Tango With Lions Secretly – Skunk Anansie Break Me Down- Red Am I Wrong – Nico & Vinz Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons Angel – Massive Attack Toy Soldiers – Martika Battle Cry – Imagine Dragons Lemon Tree – Fools Garden TOP #5 QUOTES FROM RETRACE 1. “He dismantles me, slowly and painstakingly. Layer after layer, he peels off my barriers and clothes until I’m naked—physically and emotionally, naked. I am completely bared before him, body and soul. It's a blanket he covers me with, but I know it's his heart that wraps me to truly feel as warm and protected as I finally do.” 2. “Hey. I’m the neighbor from upstairs, can I borrow some sex?” 3. “I think I’ve just fallen deeper in friendship with you.” “You’ve been in friendship with me?” “Hopelessly…” 4. “Her eyes are indeed strikingly beautiful, but they seem to be in some perpetual mourning, even when she smiles. Ironically so, just like mine.” 5. “He made me look at the world with brighter colors. I feel whole again, as much as one can truly feel whole when a piece of your heart was taken away for good.” GUEST POST - 'My Inspiration for Retrace' "I can’t put my finger on anything specific that inspired me to write RETRACE. It was more a blend of many things that eventually grew into a story about letting go and learning to love and accept. Some of the key elements that did inspire me though, were a few crazy, vivid dreams that eventually turned into scenes, music, a lot of music, and mainly the characters themselves. Reeves and Nia practically seized my mind to the point I couldn't concentrate on anything else and just had to pour their story out of me. The book traces their hesitant journey into deep friendship that helps them cope with traumatic pasts, and gradually leads them to discover the path to heal and accept. As Nia and Reeves’ characters developed into people I believed my readers would feel strongly about, and connect with, in tandem the story took shape into an emotional ride with touches of angst, humor, suspense and a whole lot of steam…" AUTHOR BIO By teen age, Sigal already lived in three different continents where she was lucky enough to experience and visit varied places, meet unique people, which only helped fuel her overly developed imagination. Currently, Sigal calls Estonia home where she lives with her husband and three kids. Not exactly sure where they will end up next… STALK LINKS WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS | AMAZON GIVEAWAY HOSTED BY UNTAINTED (Photographer Trilogy #3) by Sarah Robinson Genre(s): New Adult, Contemporary Romance Published: November 10th 2014 SYNOPSIS Untainted is the gripping conclusion to the Amazon Bestselling romantic suspense series, The Photographer Trilogy. The infamous serial killer, known as the Photographer, is gone, but this time he has taken someone with him. Even though everyone finally knows his identity, he is still two steps ahead of them. Someone is dead. Someone is missing. Kate Jackson is one of those two. Derrick Kane finds himself teaming up with Annie, Kate's younger sister, in a desperate search for any clues that could lead them to the answers they need. Little did they realize that they would find a lot more than they had bargained for. Every dirty secret from the past comes to light, and they are faced with the ultimate test of true love, and true heartbreak. When an innocent life is on the line, the cost of justice could be more than love can afford. Not everyone makes it to the end of their love story. **Please note that there is no cliffhanger at the end of this series and everything is fully wrapped up. This series is loosely based on a true story. DISCLAIMER: Due to violent and dark subject matter, this book is intended for readers over the age of 18 years old. PURCHASE LINKS PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE PHOTOGRAPHER TRILOGY He takes a picture of every woman he kills. She takes nothing from anyone. Kate Jackson is a woman haunted by her past with no direction in life, and surviving only on her close relationship with her sister, Annie. Until she meets charming lawyer, Derrick Kane. Despite having a painful past of his own, he gives Kate everything she could have ever wanted in a lover. Just when she thinks she might have found the key to learning how to live again, maybe even how to love, The Photographer rips it all away from her with one click of his camera. Somehow she survived, determined to rise above the trauma life has dealt her. Yet, she doesn't get away that easy, The Photographer isn't done with her yet. The infamous serial killer begins dropping menacing hints at every turn. Reminding Kate that he owns her. That he broke her body. The small, quiet life that Kate had built for herself with Derrick is over. Pulverized by the twisted workings of the notorious serial killer and the agony of being betrayed by the one man she had trusted her heart to. Trust had never come easily to her, yet she had given it to Derrick. And he destroyed her with it. Kate is a fighter and refusing to allow a sadistic killer to take everything from her yet again, she delves into the police investigation targeting The Photographer and finally revealing his true identity. Kate is fighting for justice while fighting to reclaim the man she loves, and somehow learn to trust him again. But when an innocent life is on the line, the cost of justice could be more than love can afford. Kate quickly learns that finding the face behind the mask, doesn't make you safe. Monsters are only uglier in the light of day. **Please note that there is no cliffhanger at the end of this series and everything is fully wrapped up. This box set also includes a never before read, deleted scene about The Photographer's childhood! DISCLAIMER: Due to violent and dark subject matter, this story is intended for readers over the age of 18 years old. TAINTED BODIES (Photographer Trilogy #1) Published: January 1st 2014 He takes a picture of every woman he kills. A little memento of his favorite moments. She takes nothing from anyone. Kate Jackson listlessly floats through life with no purpose or direction, only pain and memories. A woman with a haunted past and a desolate future, the only thing she has to cling to is the close relationship with her sister, Annie. Until she meets the charming lawyer, Derrick Kane. Just when she thinks she might have found the key to learning how to live again, maybe even how to love, The Photographer rips it all away from her with one click of his camera. Determined to find a way to survive, Kate must choose between pursuing justice, or hiding her problems like she has done her entire life. Little did Kate know that death could be the only thing to bring her back to life. Or that this is just the beginning... **Please note that this is the first book in a trilogy and therefore does contain a cliffhanger. DISCLAIMER: Due to violent and dark subject matter, this book is intended for readers over the age of 18 years old. PURCHASE LINKS AMAZON | US | UK | CA | AU | DE BARNES & NOBLE | KOBO | iBOOKS TAINTED PICTURES (Photographer Trilogy #2) Published: April 18th 2014 The Photographer is back, dropping menacing hints at every turn. Reminding Kate that he owns her. That he broke her body. And at the same time, Derrick Kane broke her heart. The small, quiet life that Kate Jackson had built for herself was over. Pulverized by the twisted workings of a notorious serial killer and the agony of being betrayed by the one man she had trusted her heart to. She had never loved or given of herself to anyone before, not like she had done with Derrick. She wasn't one to give her trust blindly, yet she had given it to him. And he destroyed her with it. How can she forgive the man she loves when he abandoned her at the exact moment she needed him the most? Kate is a fighter and refusing to allow a sadistic killer to take everything from her yet again, she delves into the police investigation targeting The Photographer and finally revealing his true identity. But Kate quickly learns that finding the face behind the mask, doesn't make you safe. Monsters are only uglier in the light of day. **Please note that this book is to be followed by a final book in the trilogy, therefore contains a cliffhanger. DISCLAIMER: Due to violent and dark subject matter, this book is intended for readers over the age of 18 years old. PURCHASE LINKS AMAZON | US | UK | CA | AU | DE BARNES & NOBLE | KOBO | iBOOKS AUTHOR BIO Sarah Robinson is the four-time Amazon Bestselling Romance and Crime Thriller Author of the contemporary Rockstar romance series Sand & Clay, as well as the very popular romantic suspense trilogy, The Photographer Trilogy. All of her novels have reached Amazon's Bestseller Rank in Crime, Crime, Thriller, Contemporary Romance, and/or Romantic Suspense. In regards to future publications, she is with the Seymour Literary Agency and has recently been contracted by Loveswept, a Random House Penguin imprint, to begin a new contemporary romance series in late 2015 about an Irish family living in the Bronx of alpha male, MMA fighters who own a gym called Legends. Sarah Robinson is a native of the Washington, DC area and has both her Bachelors and Masters Degrees in criminal psychology. She is newly married to a local police officer, Justin, who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiasts as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues, as well as volunteering and fostering for multiple animal shelters. STALK LINKS WEBSITE | BLOG | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | PINTEREST | INSTAGRAM GOOGLE+ | GOODREADS | AMAZON CHECK OUT ALL BOOKS BY SARAH Logan's Story: A Sand & Clay Prequel (Sand & Clay #0.5) Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/1kRoLcZ Barnes & Noble ➜ http://tinyurl.com/kx9x939 Sand & Clay: Her Forbidden Rockstar (Sand & Clay #1) Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/1uEALl6 Barnes & Noble ➜ http://tinyurl.com/plprho7 Playing with Fire: Twelve Romantic Suspense Novels that Sparked Bestselling Series Amazon US ➜ http://amzn.to/1pqcPwz Barnes & Noble ➜ http://tinyurl.com/BNPlayingwithFire A NEED SO INSATIABLE (Hearts #1) by Cecilia Robert Genre(s): New Adult, Musician, Erotic, Contemporary Romance Published: March 8th 2014 “You've owned me from the moment I walked into that music room. You've wrapped yourself in my heart and mind. I can’t get you out. I don’t want to.” ~ Rafael Van Rees Sophie Fisher’s life is on fire. If she’s not ducking around corners or slipping out of windows to escape the debt collectors her father's death has left knocking on her door, she’s dealing with her rebellious, fifteen-year-old sister, Lilli. And, as if that’s not enough, Rafael Van Rees crashes into her life—literally—bringing with him a past the public has no idea of. Can she unravel his mysteries before he unravels her, or will his presence finally force her to face the demons she's trying to outrun? Rafael Van Rees prides himself on being in control of his destiny, music and women. As far as he is concerned, his past is a black cloud in the distance--until he meets Sophie, that is, and his world spins out of control in more ways than one. He knows the darkest sins and secrets eventually reveal themselves, but when it comes to Sophie, he'll stop at nothing to protect her from his past. Even if it kills him. **Mature Content Warning** 17+ for language and sexual content. Click --> HERE <-- to read Kat's Review I stalk toward the car, my fists twitching at my sides. Another thud comes from the house. The image of her wrapped in someone’s arms is replaced by one that entirely chills my blood. I change directions and dash across the lawn to the front door. It’s locked. I lift my foot to kick it in, but pause when I hear sounds coming from the backyard. I round the corner, scanning the area. Two large backpacks lay on the lawn. A smaller one tumbles to the ground beside them. I jerk my gaze up, trailing it along the rope dangling from the roof. What the fuck? Sophie leans out a window on the second story, grabs the rope, murmuring under her breath, and wraps her booted legs around it, sliding down expertly. I groan, readjusting the front of my jeans as I watch her curvy ass descend. I move to stand below the window and wait, my hands ready and twitching. Who said stalking doesn’t have its benefits? “What are we rehearsing for? Grand Theft House, or this is just a nightly thing?” She squeals, flailing, and plunges into my arms, cursing words that have my ears burning. I let her squirming body slide against mine until her feet touch the wet grass. I duck my head, leveling my lips to the shell of her ear. “Ladies don’t curse.” She shivers, and whirls around to face me, her eyes on fire and her cheeks flushed. “If you haven’t noticed, I’m nowhere close to a lady. What the fuck are you doing here?” “Saving you from breaking that pretty little neck.” She stomps to the backpacks and picks them off the ground. “I don’t need saving.” One bag goes over her shoulder, the other around her chest. “What’s with the Sedan outside?” Her hands stop adjusting the smaller bag, and she sways as she tries to balance the extra weight. “They’ve been watching my house since my dad passed away.” She starts to walk toward the bushy fence on her right. “Where are you going?” “To my Honda.” “In the bushes?” She ignores me, and walks off. I grab her arm and spin her around. I’m not in the mood to argue. If Josef called Kravic to tell him I was hanging around, we might be sitting ducks right now. “We need to talk. Now.” She frowns. “I’m staying at Jace’s, and need to get back before everyone gets nervous.” Her gaze darts around. She licks her lips before looking up at me. “They’ll be fine. Trust me. I have someone watching their flat. Look, I know about the people following you and Lilli around.” She stumbles back, her eyes wide. “Wha--how did you know? Did Jace tell you? Oh my God, she did, didn’t she? I’m going to kick her ass from here to Russia.” I step forward, grabbing her shoulders. “Stop freaking out, Sophie. Jace didn’t tell me anything.” She tries to shake herself from my grip, but I don’t let her go. “There’s so much I want to tell you, but we need to leave, okay? Trust me.” “Not now--” “Damn it, Sophie, listen to me! I know these men. They’re not here because they want to play house with you.” “Of c--wait a second. You know them?” Shit! This is not how I wanted to explain things. I nod once. I’m already balls deep into my confession. No point in trying to deny it now. She studies me, and, for just a moment, I see fear reflected in her eyes. “And you want me to trust you, Rafael? How the fuck am I supposed to do that?” She abruptly wiggles out of my hands, and darts toward the front of the house, dropping the backpacks. “Damn it all to hell!” I tear after her, scooping her up before she rounds the corner. She shrieks, flailing her legs and arms, trying to dislodge my hold. One foot hits my balls. “Fucking hell! Stop that right now.” I growl in her ear. Of course, she doesn’t. Clenching my jaw, I drop to the ground, making sure my body takes the impact, then flip around so she’s on her back. I pin her arms to the ground. “Are you trying to castrate me? Seriously, Sophie, stop this struggling shit right now.” “Let go of me you, you--” “Sophie.” She stops, glaring up at me. Tears swim in her eyes, reflecting the moonlight. She blinks hard, as if to push back the tears. Our ragged breathing fills the quiet night. “Are you ready to listen to me?” She swallows, and nods. I wait until I feel her body relax beneath mine, then ease my hands off her arms, and unpin her legs from my thighs. Her knee jerks up, toward my groin, and I tilt my hips fast. “Bloody hell!” I grab her biceps, let my body drop onto hers, and capture her mouth with mine, swallowing her yelp. Christ, she tastes like fire and tears and fear. Her mouth is the most fantastic thing I’ve ever tasted. Her bunched muscles relax beneath my fingers as a whimper rushes through her mouth. Pulling back, I nip her jaw, tracing a path to her ear and running my tongue over its outline. “You taste so damn good, Sophie. Want to kick me again?” She doesn’t answer. I pull back, quirking a brow at her. Fuck, she’s so beautiful with her flushed cheeks and plump, sweet lips. She shakes her head. “Good.” I brush that little dimple on her chin with my fingertips. “Trust. Me.” She bites the corner of her bottom lip and nods. “This talk had better be good, or I might stab you while you sleep.” I write YA, NA and Adult. My motto: Passion rules. I enjoy writing stories about people finding love in the most unexpected places, coupled with adventurous journeys, whether it's urban, fantasy, sci-fi, contemporary or paranormal romance. There's always a happy ever after, no matter how long it takes to get there. Sign-up for my newsletter ---> HERE <--- Drop me an email ---> THERE <--- A note from the author I'm a big fan of beautiful covers. I also believe that covers go a long way in getting a book noticed by buyers. I love ALL my covers, but sometimes it's not easy for me to find an image that gives me the feel for the story. Sounds pretty weird, huh?..LOL In the last few months, I've changed the cover for A Need So Insatiable twice, trying to find the right feel for the book. Recently, I did a small poll between the current cover (the model in a suit) and an older version (the couple). As much as the majority loved the brooding male on the cover, they also loved the one featuring a couple. I decided to go back and change it to see how the response would be. I'm quite happy with this one too, I love the male model's expression. Plus, just look at how he's holding her, and where her hand is on his neck? **swoon** What do you think of the new cover? KITTY KATS CRAZY ABOUT BOOKS FELIX (5th Street #5) by Elizabeth Reyes Genre(s): New Adult, Sports, Boxing, Contemporary Romance Published: November 12th 2014 SYNOPSIS They say the only good thing about hitting rock bottom is that it can't get any worse . . . or can it? World famous boxing champ, Felix Sanchez, had it all—the fame, the fortune, and all the women any man could ask for. When the hours of partying followed by hours spent in court and in rehab begin to outnumber the hours he spends training, losing his title comes as no surprise to everyone. The world assumes he deserved to lose it. Only those closest to Felix know the real truth behind his sudden downward spiral. And if Felix has his way, no one else ever will. With an uncertain future ahead of him, he heads back to his roots—5th Street—the gym that started it all for him. It's where he meets the humble but mighty little Ms. Ella. The only times Felix had ever decided to forgo the usual meaningless fling and try a real relationship he was burned badly. Now the adorable but tenacious self-defense instructor has him considering this love thing one more time. Then just when he begins to worry that his past is letting his possessive and jaded heart get the best of him, he's blindsided in the most brutal way—he's brought to his knees—to what could be the one low in his life he may never recover from. PURCHASE LINKS TEASER For a moment, he forgot where he was. No one else existed but the two of them. He kissed her long, unable to get enough until she pulled away wide-eyed but smiling. "Felix," she whispered, licking her lips, then looked around casually--nervously. All right, so there were a lot more eyes on them now. He didn't give a shit, but he didn't want her to feel uncomfortable. So he settled for a hug instead of kissing her again like he wanted to, squeezing her tightly. "You have no idea what you do to me," he whispered in her ear. PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE 5TH STREET SERIES Life in the streets of East Los Angeles is tough. But this group of friends stays out of trouble by staying in the gym-5th Street with aspirations of becoming the next big thing out of LA since DeLaHoya. But things get interesting and romances start to sizzle when they each meet their match outside the ring. NOAH (5th Street #1) Published: March 1st 2012 Veronica Cruz has been through hell and back. After disconnecting with the world two years ago to be at the side of her dying mother, she’s left alone, unemployed, overweight, and feeling a decade older than her twenty-eight years. When her best friend coaxes her into joining the local gym to ditch her depression and rejuvenate her life, she meets Noah. Assigned to help Veronica lose weight, Noah is everything she expected a young trainer to be—perfectly chiseled, supportive and motivating. Add to that, he’s incredibly sexy. He’s everything she’s ever looked for in a man. What she least expected was for him to fall for her, but he has. There's just one glaring problem: Noah is eight years younger. Noah Quintanilla has his eye on a boxing title—someday. Down for a few months with an injury, his maintenance-boy pay at 5th Street Gym won't cut it. He’s finally given the opportunity to train. The catch? His trainee is an out-of-shape woman with a free week pass. Taking on the challenge, Noah stumbles into one of the closest friendships he’s ever known, and before he knows it, he’s in love. But Veronica’s not having it—the age difference is too much. Their platonic relationship means having to watch her date other men—something that would make him crazy. Believing he's the man for her, Noah sets out to prove that age is but an illusion, and there's more to him than just a number. PURCHASE LINKS AMAZON | US | UK | CA | AU | DE BARNES & NOBLE | KOBO | SMASHWORDS | iBOOKS ALSO AVAILABLE IN AUDIO | US GIO (5th Street #2) Published: May 21st 2012 When tragedy strikes in the ring, Giovanni Bravo falls into a deep depression, walking away from his dream of boxing to train instead. He agrees to a two month get-away, helping train Felix Sanchez, his high school buddy and now welterweight champ of the world. Once at Felix’s lavish boxing complex, he’s reunited with Bianca Rubio, someone he remembers only as the girl with the innocent doe eyes back in high school. Her refreshing, cheerful demeanor not only takes Gio’s mind off his troubled conscience, he finds himself falling for her fast and hard. The problem—Bianca is Felix’s girlfriend. Having a sexy, famous boyfriend has its perks, but they come with a price. Bianca not only has to deal with the ongoing tabloid rumors about her boyfriend's questionable relationships with other women, but also his constant absence when he is on the road. So now that Felix will be in town for two whole months to train for his next big bout, Bianca is thrilled. He’s even asked her to move into his cabin while he's there. But when he leaves for days at a time to promote his fight, Bianca spends time getting to know Felix’s gorgeous new trainer and good friend, Gio. Increasingly drawn to his sweet smile and smoldering green eyes, she finds herself saying and doing things she normally wouldn’t. As it becomes more and more difficult to resist the mutual attraction, Gio crosses the line between them. He hopes that one kiss will alleviate the overwhelming temptation and clear both their systems, but it does just the opposite. Their temptation suddenly becomes an overwhelming longing--a longing that quickly forces Gio to realize this is more than just lust. He's fallen hard and to his delight so has she. Now he's forced to make the hardest decision of his life. Risk losing a long time friend or walk away from the only girl he's ever loved. PURCHASE LINKS AMAZON | US | UK | CA | AU | DE BARNES & NOBLE | KOBO | SMASHWORDS | iBOOKS ALSO AVAILABLE IN AUDIO | US HECTOR (5th Street #3) Published: February 7th 2013 Womanizer—check. Cocky—check. Dangerous—checkmate. Staying away from him was indisputably the sensible thing to do. The problem? She wasn’t just drawn to him; she was utterly mesmerized... Charlotte Brennan is no stranger to heartache and mortification. Her past is full of both. So when amazing and incredibly intense Hector Ayala, literally jumps into Charlee’s life, her walls are immediately up. Letting her guard down and sharing her past and deepest secret is not happening. Charlee is not looking to get her heart crushed once again. However, her willpower proves to be no match for Hector’s mesmerizing pull. Guilt is a profound emotion to deal with and no one knows this better than Hector. So when he gets the chance to make up for a past indiscretion that’s been gnawing away at him for months, he takes it. Doing so means he’ll also have to pass up pursuing Charlee, the only girl he’s ever been so fascinated by. But his inability to explain why they could never be has him dealing with a new kind of guilt—the guilt of knowing he is unwillingly breaking her heart. PURCHASE LINKS AMAZON | US | UK | CA | AU | DE BARNES & NOBLE | KOBO | SMASHWORDS | iBOOKS ALSO AVAILABLE IN AUDIO | US ABEL (5th Street #4) Published: August 13th 2013 Coming off the worst divorce in the history of marriages, Nellie Gamboa’s looking to let loose and make up for years of neglect. When months of building sexual tension between her and the young hot boxing stud, Abel Ayala, finally peak, she makes him an offer no man would refuse. No promises. No demands. Just pure unrestrained passion. Abel’s training for the biggest fight of his career. He has no time for a social life, much less a relationship. So this arrangement couldn't be more perfect. A beautiful woman asking him to help her alleviate her neglected desires—no strings attached. What more can he ask for? As the lines between lust and something much deeper, begin to blur, Abel finds himself in an even bigger fight. The fight to regain control of his now demanding heart. PURCHASE LINKS AMAZON | US | UK | CA | AU | DE BARNES & NOBLE | KOBO | SMASHWORDS | iBOOKS AUTHOR BIO USA Today Bestselling Author, Elizabeth Reyes continues to answer to her calling on a daily basis. Since releasing her debut novel Forever Mine (Moreno Brothers #1) in 2010 she has now published 9 full length novels total and fast at work on the next. The excitement her Moreno Brothers, 5th Street, and Fate Series have garnered has far exceeded her wildest dreams. It is with as much excitement that she'll continue to put out books related to these series as well as introduce brand new ones very soon. In 2014 she will take her next step in the exciting world of writing and publish her first traditionally published book with Simon & Schuster/Atria. But she will continue putting out self published books as well. STALK LINKS WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | PINTEREST | INSTAGRAM | GOODREADS | AMAZON #GIVEAWAY HOSTED BY AS THE PAGES TURN TRIAL RUN (Addicted To Love Romance Collection #2) by Ella Medler Genre(s): Adult, Romantic Suspense Published: October 31st 2014 SYNOPSIS “Trust me, he says. You’ll be safe with me, he says.” Amelie Watts is sick and tired of being treated like a child. She might be willowy and delicate, but she has strength of the kind that doesn’t show on the outside. Plus, she learned all she needed to know so she could cope on her own. Now, if only her big brother would finally release her inheritance! She would fly to the Bahamas and kiss the backwater she grew up in goodbye. Jason Watts is fed up with picking up the pieces of his little sister’s life. If only she would grow up already and learn to live life without stabilizers! Her latest idea is insane, and bound to be her most enormous failure to date. But how to make her understand? Enter Rob Tyson, incorrigible bachelor and Jason’s best friend. For a laugh, they make a bet. Two people, a hastily acquired boat, and a tropical paradise. What could possibly go wrong? PURCHASE LINKS AUTHOR BIO Ella Medler is a U.K. author and free-lance editor. She writes fiction in more than one genre, in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English, and ignores the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. Her books are action-driven, and well-developed characters are her forte. Loves: freedom. Hates: her inner censor. STALK LINKS WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOOGLE+ | GOODREADS | AMAZON HOSTED BY REDHEAD BOOK SERVICES COLD HEAT (Seasons of the Heart #1) by LeeAnne White Genre(s): Contemporary Romance Published: November 11th 2014 SYNOPSIS Leaving Las Vegas, and the reach of her abusive ex-husband, to face a huge winter storm was probably not the smartest thing Kaylie should have done, but with her gut screaming at her to go now, she sets off to find a new life on the other side of the Sierra Nevada Mountains. Retired Navy officer Drake Givens is creeping his was toward his home in the mountains when he comes across a car already being covered by the quickly accumulating snow. Finding a dazed and cold woman inside the car leaves him honor bound to help her. As they are getting to know one another, Kaylie’s ex is ready for revenge and is getting closer to finding it. PURCHASE LINKS AUTHOR BIO LeeAnne is a strong woman, mother, daughter, and sister, who recently discovered that dreams are there to be lived even if it means radical change in life. Now when she isn't found introducing men to the subtleties and magic of DIY projects she equips women with words and power. Or she is cursing her gym coach called sadist. STALK LINKS WEBSITE | FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS | AMAZON GIVEAWAY HOSTED BY BARE NAKED WORDS |
AuthorI am a born and bred Kiwi (New Zealander) and when I’m not reading I’m mucking around with my horse Della or trying to put the partner on mute so that I can actually read a book in peace!! Archives
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