Chloe: She's broken beyond repair.
Jayson: He's determined to fix her and make her love him in the process.
Chloe has the perfect life or so everyone thinks.
She tried to leave her past behind, but it follows her like a dark shadow. Drowning in guilt, she's dying to live, but sees no way out. So she tries to fool herself and everyone else into believing she is fine.
But Jayson sees through the act that Chloe puts up for everyone else and he's going to do everything in his power to help her to live again.
Can Chloe let go, or will that night forever ruin her future?
“A really sweet strong about overcoming tragedy and learning to forgive yourself. I would recommend it for everyone!” - 5 Star Goodreads Review “I will just say: She has the story. Interesting and somewhat heartbreaking story.” - 5 Star from Ani’s Reviews “I loved this book!!! From the very first pages I was pulled in and didn’t put it down.” - 5 Star from Reading the Sheets “This book is well written, so emotional a tear jerker for sure but a must read.” - 5 Star from AJ’s Book ReMarks
The first time Jayson Reece saw Chloe Schaeffer, he knew she would be his forever. He promised her then that he would show her how to live rather than just letting life pass her by. Now, 9 years later, they’ve had the storybook romance, a picture perfect wedding, and two twin boys to complete the family they always wanted.
But something is missing…
With two rambunctious boys, Chloe decides to be a stay-at-home mom until the boys are old enough to go to school. So, with her dreams of being a social worker put on hold, she throws everything she has into being the perfect mother and wife.
Jayson has a very demanding career as an Emergency Room physician. He tries to balance out his workload and that of being a family man, but lately his job has come first. Is he beginning to lose focus on the things that are most important to him?
Will Chloe’s drive for perfection and the challenges of Jayson’s career drive them apart? Or will they realize that love creates the perfection she desires and the balance he needs to keep his family together?
There’s only one thing left to do. Jayson needs to renew his promise to Chloe and she needs to trust Jayson to get them back to where they belong.
“I laughed, I cried and laughed again. This is a heartwarming story and you will throuoghly enjoy it.” - 5 Star from Alpha Book Club “Man, I just loved this book. Just have a box of tissues handy, and have your best book friend in your messages so you can vent, you will need someone to listen.” - 5 Star from We’re Jumpin’ Books “A must read of 2016. I can't wait for the rest of this series.” - 5 Star from Tracy’s Book Blog “This is at times an extremely emotional read! But hold on for the ride!” - 5 Star from Goodreads Review
To Live Again
After getting out of the shower, I finish my morning routine. Taking in a breath, I know it’s time. I have to look in the mirror to check my appearance before I can leave the bathroom. I slowly raise my head and look, hoping that I can do it quickly without really having to notice my eyes. But, as usual, I stare into my reflection for a moment. I see the dark circles and notice that my violet eyes look the way they usually do, like I have no soul, because really I don’t; not anymore.
I know there is nothing I can do to change it, so I turn around and leave the bathroom and go off to start another new semester at Rice University. Pulling into the student parking lot, I find a place to park. I breathe deeply, relax my face muscles, and pull on the smiling mask that everyone expects of me and go looking for my class.
I am double majoring in Sociology and Psychology since I hope to become a social worker. Because of this, I am always looking to take classes that will help me understand what people are going through and how they react to dire situations. My first class on my new schedule will definitely help with that. It’s called Psychology 305: Death and Dying-Understanding the Grieving Process.
As I make my way across the parking lot, it occurs to me that it’s sort of ironic that I’m taking this class. Maybe I will get some insight into myself and finally some closure. Yeah right, and maybe I will sleep until 5:50 in the morning. Shaking my head in disgust, I square my shoulders and open the door, looking for my favorite seat…1st row, 3rd seat, closest to the door.
Immediately, I see it is already taken by a very large, very beautiful boy. Holy hell and hotness. He’s so gorgeous, but he is in my seat, so hot or not, he’s going to have to move it. If he doesn’t, at least I will have had a chance to talk to him and look at him; yeah, I’m so objectifying him right now. I bet feminism just slid back a couple of centuries, but surely women everywhere will understand when they get a load of what I’m seeing.
Even so, I walk up to his desk and as he looks up at me, I see the most gorgeous green eyes and black hair. Green eyes are my weakness and he is certainly no exception. I am standing there just staring at him so I know I have to act like I’m not affected by him at all. It’s kind of written in the girl code handbook that we can’t let hot guys know how they affect us, right?
Keeping this in mind, I look at him and say, “Excuse me, you’re in my seat.”
He laughs and says, “No sweetheart, I’m in my seat.”
I roll my eyes and move to the next seat over. A few seconds later, he taps me on the shoulder and says, “Hey, I’m Jayson or Jase, which ever you would like to call me.”
I glare at him and ask, “So? What makes you think I am going to call you anything?” He just winks at me and smiles a devastating smile. “If you want this seat, the price is introducing yourself.”
Feeling like something big is happening, I reach out my hand and say, “Hi, I’m Chloe Schaeffer.”
As our hands touch, I feel a spark of electricity and we both look at each other in a shocked way. We sit there for a second, staring at each other, with clasped hands. Jerking my hand back, I stand and wait as he gets up to exchange seats with me while feeling a little bad that I made such a big deal about a desk.
When he stands up, I look up at him and it’s a long way up there. He has black hair that looks like he either ran his hands through it a bunch of times or he just naturally has that sexy fall out of bed look. You know the kind people pay stylists a ton of money to get? Not to mention the green eyes, I know I already did, but God can you blame me?
I keep ogling him and the view just gets better and better. He has on a RU t-shirt and faded jeans that fit him just right paired with black Harley boots. But the best thing of all is his mouth. His lips are full and gorgeous and look like they’re made for sinning and I definitely want to be the first to fall from grace. I snap back to myself when I see him just standing there. I think he is secretly laughing at me so now I don’t feel so bad about stealing his seat.
The professor comes into the room and as he begins droning on and on about death, I keep sneaking peeks over at my sexy neighbor and C-R-A-P, crap, he just caught me checking him out. He looks back at me and winks. I immediately blush and look away and it hits me that for a moment, I forgot the hell that is my life.
This is Living
Carrying me over to the small bed, he starts to lay me down; however I refuse to let go of him.
“Wait, are these sheets clean? Who else has been in this bed?”
I feel his chest moving against me and I know he is trying not to laugh out loud. Punching him in the arm, I say, “Don’t laugh at me; you know how I am! I just don’t want to be lying in someone else’s stuff.”
“Well, I’m the only one that’s been on shift the last two days, so you don’t have anything to worry about.”
Are you sure about that? I shut my eyes at the thought that crossed my mind because just the idea of it makes me want to hurl. I open my eyes and he is just staring at me with an odd look on his face.
“Why are you looking at me like that,” I ask in a quiet panic. Surely, he doesn’t know what I was just thinking.
“You tell me. Why did you shut your eyes with a pained look on your face and hesitate when I said it was only me that’s been using this bed?”
His ability to read me has me at a loss for words. I start to answer, but then shut my mouth. I’m not sure what to say that isn’t going to sound like an accusation. Maybe I should just say what’s been bothering me, then he can reassure me and we’ll move on.
“Uh, I don’t know. You haven’t been home for two days and didn’t call, plus you only texted when I texted first. I just thought…” Good one, Chloe, that didn’t sound accusatory at all.
Pulling away from me, he walks over to where he left his scrubs and starts to get dressed. “Wait, what are you doing?”
With his jaw clenched and eyes flashing, he shakes his head. “Get dressed, Chloe. Go home. I will talk to you later.”
“Go home? For your information, I’m not some child you get to send away. I cannot believe you just said that to me.”
“I don’t know what to say to you. I haven’t looked at another woman since the day I laid eyes on you. You can say a lot of things about me, but cheating isn’t one of them.”
Shit, shit, shit! This is not what I wanted. Why the hell didn’t I listen to Madison? “I didn’t mean anything by what I said. I was just stating that I haven’t seen you in a while.”
“It sure as hell sounds like you were accusing me of cheating on you. Is that really what you think I’ve been doing the past couple of days?”
He looks so angry and I hate it more than anything. I don’t do well with confrontation and this is even worse than usual.
Instead of reassuring him, I’m standing there frozen, unable to speak. When he sees I’m not going to answer, he slams his hand down on a locker while cursing.
“Jayson, you are putting words in my mouth,” I finally manage to say.
Feeling exposed, I began yanking my clothes on. It’s obvious nothing is going to happen here and I’m not standing here naked while he yells at me.
“Ok, then tell me what you were thinking and don’t lie to me. I’m really fucking pissed right now so tell me that I’m wrong.”
Without waiting for an answer, he yells, “No, I’m not pissed, I’m fucking hurt that you would think so little of me. All these years and nothing has changed, has it?”
“Stop this now,” I tell him in a shaky voice.
“We need to both take a step back and take a breath before we say something we can’t take back. You haven’t called or come home, so yes, I was feeling a bit insecure. I also may have let my emotions and my brain run away from me, but don’t you EVER accuse me by saying nothing has changed. You know that’s not true. I think I will go home. This is not the place or time to discuss issues such as these and I’m not going to stand here and scream back and forth like some characters on a reality show just to get my point across.”
I can see my words are hitting home with him and now I’m the angry one. I never came out and accused him of cheating on me. You sure didn’t say that he hadn’t when he asked you, did you? I ruthlessly tamp down on these thoughts because while we are both in the wrong here, one of us has to walk away. If it has to be me, then so be it.
He’s still standing in front of the door and as I near him, I can see the tired lines of his face. I hate that he is so exhausted. I hate that we fought with such hateful words…this is the worst fight we’ve ever had…even more so than when I left him sitting in a restaurant 9 years ago. When I reach him, I wrap my arms around his waist and rest my head on his chest. His body is stiff against mine, but finally he wraps his arms around me and squeezes.
“I’m sorry I hurt you. I was freaked out when I didn’t hear from you last night and you didn’t come home this morning. Then, when I got here, the new nurse acted strangely when I asked for you.”
He doesn’t let go, but neither does he respond, so I look up at him and wink, trying to get him in a better mood. “This is where you apologize on bended knee. And then let me out of the deal that says I might have to give any money back for swearing.”
Bending down, he places his forehead against mine and says, “I’m sorry, too…for everything. I’m exhausted and I have a bitch of a headache.”
I close the distance and kiss him in reply. “I love you.”
He mumbles, “Me, too, I have to go.”
Suddenly he lets go of me and turns to open the door. All I can think of is that he didn’t say I love you back, just “me, too.”
Before walking out, he stops and presses his forehead against the door while I stand awkwardly behind him. I’m not sure what is going on, but something is. Though it’s killing me, it’s still not the time to talk about it or spring any other news on him. I place my hand in his and wait.
Melody Dawn is an aspiring contemporary romance author residing in the southern part of the US. She started reading romance novels when she was a teenager and became addicted to Happily Ever After’s. She got her own HEA when she met her soulmate 20 years ago and they have been together ever since. They have two furbabies who think they are Kings of the Castle and require a ton of attention. When she is not reading or writing, she loves to refurbish old furniture into new pieces, scrapbook, and most of all spend time with her main guy.
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From New York Times Bestseller Pepper Winters comes a timeless love story answering the question of what happens when everything is stripped away. "There is a message for everything. From handwritten to verbal, seen and unseen. Messages exist all around us." But what if you don't see? What if you don't understand? What if, by ignoring the message, your life is never the same again? Estelle Evermore morphed from nobody to somebody overnight. Galloway Oak put his past behind him and endeavored to make his fortune using his trade. Two strangers. One plane. Multiple unseen messages. From sky to island, they find neither fame nor skills can save them. Stripped from society and left alone to survive the elements, the very task of staying alive outweighs all other needs. Until survival turns to desire. And desire turns to danger.
About Pepper Winters: Pepper Winters is a NYT and USA Today International Bestseller. She wears many roles. Some of them include writer, reader, sometimes wife. She loves dark, taboo stories that twist with your head. The more tortured the hero, the better, and she constantly thinks up ways to break and fix her characters. Oh, and sex... her books have sex. She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends. She's also honoured to wear the IndieReader Badge for being a Top 10 Indie Bestsellers, best BDSM series voted by the SmutClub, and recently signed a two book deal with Grand Central. Her books are currently being translated into numerous languages and will be in bookstores in the near future. To be the first to know of upcoming releases, please join Pepper's Newsletter (she promises never to spam or annoy you.) NEWSLETTER: http://eepurl.com/120b5 Or follow her on her website www.pepperwinters.com She loves mail of any kind: pepperwinters@gmail.com You can stalk her here: Pinterest/Pepperwinters Facebook Pepper Winters Twitter @pepperwinters Blog pepperwinters.wordpress.comRelease Date: March 30, 2016 Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs Photographer, Front Cover: Eric Battershell Photography Model, Front Cover: Drew Truckle Photographer, Back Cover: MH Photography Model, Back Cover: Rainey Wilson SynopsisOne life changing choice… Three lives. Two love stories. The past, the present... When Piper Evans stumbled into Jack Alexander’s life, he knew things were about to change. Her free spirit and noncommittal attitude left him wanting more. A lot more—he wanted forever. Unfortunately, forever becomes complicated when fate has other plans. But that was years ago... Still shattered by guilt, Jack lives his life in agony over the past—never embracing the present. But when Jovie Blake shows up demanding a piece of his heart, the past he thought he'd buried comes crashing down around him, forcing him to confront what he had lost so long ago. Regret is inevitable, and no one’s heart is safe. Can fate be so twisted and cruel?GoodreadsGiveawayKindle Paperwhite or One of Five Signed paperbacks of Twisted Fate Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/0cba4250225/? About the AuthorEmery grew up in Southern Arkansas and has lived most of her adult life in Northern Louisiana. She loves real life romance…lots of angst and heartbreak, but always a happy ending. She spends her days working as a Nurse Practitioner in rural health and her nights reading, writing, and occasionally sleeping.Connect with EmeryFB Author Page: https://www.facebook.com/emeryjacobsauthor/ FB Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/954199601323358/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/14774388.Emery_Jacobs Instagram: http://instagram.com/emery_jacobs Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/ejacobswrites Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorejacobs/ Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bPxj5f
Book: Stone Wear
By Marilyn Lakewood
Genre: Erotic Romance/BDSM
Synopsis
When a woman who loves too deeply meets a man who doesnât love at all, something's got to give.
32 year old photographer, Jillian Ingram, fills the emptiness in her life with single-minded commitment to work. After the death of her dominant husband, she avoids all reminders of her past and denies her yearning to submit to another manâ¦but when masterful Nick Colton promises to fulfill three of her deepest fantasies, itâs a temptation she canât refuse. Heâs the perfect Dom â hardcore, generous, and temporary. His offer of a weekend affair suits her perfectly, because for a long-term relationship, Jillian needs the one thing that Nick canât giveâ¦love.
37 year old Nick Colton doesnât want romance. Burned by a recent divorce, all he requires now is a night or a weekend with a woman who likes cuffs, clamps, and hard sex. No talk of long-term relationships and especially love. Heâs given up finding that one special submissive whoâs strong enough to surrender to his controlâuntil he meets Jillian, the woman of his hottest fantasies. But Jillianâs commitment to her career is as strong as Nickâs aversion to relationships, and when their weekend ends, they must each decide if a commitment to temporary should be a commitment to forever.
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Meet the Author
Marilyn and her husband live in the northwest U.S., not too far from the Canadian border. She thinks the long, cold winters are perfect âwriting weather.â Most of the time, she doesnât mind the short days, or the snowâexcept when she needs to drive in a blizzard, in the dark.
Marilyn started writing sexy stories âjust for funâ and sheâll joyously admit sheâs obsessed with creating hard-core dominant heroes and happily-ever-after endings.
Writing erotic romance lets her explore love, passion, and sex, through the lens of different characters and settings. Itâs also a way to keep her imagination kindled during the September to March âcold snap.â Marilyn loves music, flowers, sci-fi and romance movies, and taking daily walks with Precious, her rescued dog.
Sheâs a country girl at heart, and although she imagines travelling to distant, romantic shores, her favorite place is home with her family.
Excerpt - R Rated*Warning Explicit Content*Nick stood and held out his hand to her. âItâs only eight-thirty. Letâs go for a walk out front.âUnable to resist, Jill put her hand in Nickâs and let him tug her to her feet. He wants to collect the kiss I promised. She searched his handsome face, trying to pinpoint why he affected her so much. What did she know about him? He desired her, definitely. He was generous, intelligent, and dominant all the way through. What she didnât know was everything elseâabout his divorce, his job, his life.He didnât know her, either. She wasn't ready to divulge any secrets, but the fact remained that if he knew what type of woman she'd been in the past, and still was inside, he might not be so intent on her.Jacob had said that loving her was the most exquisite, consuming, and satisfying thing he had ever doneâbut not always easy. Heâd told her if anything ever happened to him, she had to choose a man strong enough to give her what she needed.âCome on, babydoll.â Nick led her off the front porch and ambled down the drive, holding her hand. âLetâs start working on this.ââThis?â she asked, glancing up at him.He swung her around and into his embrace. âYes, this.âHis mouth slanted over hers and his hand threaded through her hair, holding her head. His other arm snugged her against his torso while his lips caressed and controlled her mouth. He nibbled her bottom lip and his hand shifted to her jaw, urging her to open for him. When she did, his tongue pushed inside, stroking, exploring, claiming. Their warm breath mingled, their lips fused in passionate foreplay. Her sex clenched, her knees wobbled, and she sagged against him.Sweet sin! The man knew how to kiss. He crushed her body to his, holding her up, plundering and demanding surrender. She moaned, and he kissed her harder. He captured her against his muscled chest, shifting their bodies until he had her back against the trunk of a towering evergreen.âThat's it, woman.â He lifted her and fit his hips between her thighs, then guided one of her legs around his waist. His lips and teeth worked down the column of her throat and his hand slid under her camisole. He touched her bare breast.She jolted.So did he.âHell.â He thumbed the discrete ring that pierced her nipple. âIâm going to lose it right here.ââYou like my piercings?âHe chuffed. âDamn straight. Iâve been hard since I noticed the jewelry yesterday morning.â He kept his hand on her breast and used the other hand to tilt her face to his. His stormy eyes seduced her as much as the thick erection pushed against her clit. âI want to get inside you and make you scream.âShe blushed, self-conscious. âI never scream.â A part of her wanted him to try though. He might be what she needed to soar, to finally get past her self-imposed reserve and restraint. But right now, he was too much too fast.âYou will for me.â He kissed her again, keeping his hips tight against hers. For another cherished moment, she let herself enjoy it. His mastery thrilled her. Moisture dampened her thighs and the crotch of her shorts.Her body wanted him. Lust, pure and simple.What if she trusted him with her innermost desires and he didnât understand? The odds were against finding someone as strong as Jacob. Twice in a lifetime, just didnât happen. She hadn't really looked for someone else because she didn't want to settle for something less in a relationship. It would feel dishonest and only disappoint both parties.âI can't.â She pushed Nick's arms to stop him. He felt too good. Too strong and confident, and too much like someone she would desire all the time. Her body sang when he touched her or even looked at her. A ricochet of unsettling emotions blasted through the lustful haze and cooled her fever. âNo.â~Nick marshaled up every scrap of willpower he possessed and forced himself to stop. Fuck, this girl did it for him. His lungs heaved. His body shook and his cock ached, tight with bloodâ¦but he had to slow down. She wasnât ready yet.When he swung her up into his arms, he savored her sweet little gasp of surprise and the way she clung like a little koala bear around his neck. He pressed his mouth to her forehead and breathed in the scent of her hair. âYes, you'll screamâbut not because a damned tree is rubbing you raw. If anything makes you scream, itâs going to be me shoved deep in your tight little body.â
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Title: Sins, Lies & Spies
Series: Black Brother Series
Author: Lisa Cardiff
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Published: February 9, 2016
Knox Black is no stranger to secrets…
As the head of a private military company, specializing in intelligence gathering, he’s more than familiar with political corruption and secrets worth killing for.
He has one objective on his current mission…
Knox must uncover the mastermind orchestrating the blackmail scheme swaying votes in Congress. It was supposed to be easy. After all, nothing fazes him, until he faces off with Trinity Jones, a member of a rival company.
Knox is determined to flip Trinity’s loyalties and use her to his advantage, but there’s one problem—he can’t keep her out of his head, or his heart.
As the tangled web of secrets behind the blackmail scheme unravel, Trinity is unwittingly thrust into the center of it. With her life on the line, Knox will to have to decide what is more important…
His mission?
Or the woman who stole his heart?
“Jones,” Knox taunted, drawing out my last name. “Are you going to take this or are you wrestling with the ethics of stealing my work?”
Without dropping my gun, I grabbed it with my free hand, but he didn’t release it. Locked in a silent battle, I heard Representative Lang’s scratchy voice outside the office door. My head whipped to the side. Dammit! I hadn’t fully closed the door.
What is wrong with me tonight? I’m not thinking clearly.
Knox closed the space between us, his face mere inches from mine and one side of his mouth hooked upward. A jolt of electricity arced between us. My blood felt like lava in my veins. He angled his head toward the cracked door. “An amateur mistake, don’t you think?”
“Fuck you,” I whispered, but I could hardly hear my words over the frantic swoosh of blood through my ears. My carefully crafted plans were going to blow up in my face. If I lowered my gun, Knox could take advantage of the moment and walk out of here with the memory stick. If I kept my gun aimed at Knox, I’d end up spending the night in jail, and I’d have to call Miles for bail money. I’d almost rather rot in prison than tell him I messed up. Sure, he was my boss, but that didn’t mean I wanted to interact with him any more than absolutely necessary. Our relationship was dicey these days.
“I see your wheels spinning, but there’s only one way we’re going to get out of this now.”
My dark eyes his clashed with his in a silent battle. “What do you have in mind?”
“We’re going to put on a good show,” he said, his warm breath tickling my face and sending shivers down my spine.
Electricity zigzagged through the air like a thunderstorm gathering strength on the edge of the horizon. My fingers involuntary twitched with the urge to sweep through his disheveled blond hair. He looked downright dreamy as his deep sapphire eyes zeroed in on my mouth. Before my mind registered his intent, he was kissing me.
3.5 Star Review
Anytime I hear the words romantic suspense my response is YES! Gimmie!! Even if I've never heard of the author as is the case here, Lisa Cardiff is brand new to me. I enjoyed her writing style as it kept me invested in the book and what was happening with the main characters. There are a few references to events that took place in the first book in this series- which I haven't read- but it doesn't detract anything from Sins, Lies & Spies. The dual POV really helped me connect with both characters because hello, their spies, they lie for a living! I liked Trinity, this fiery woman with a backbone of steel. She has lived through more than her fair share of ups and downs and has the strength to prove it. I think my favorite thing about her was how she still held onto just a touch of vulnerability and only Knox was able to break through all of her tough-girl facade and see it. Though my favorite part of this entire book was Knox. Broody, protective, strong willed, loyal friend, devoted brother and sexy as all get out. To say the first meeting between Trinity and Knox was unconventional is an understatement. They're both working a job, from opposite sides of the matter and circumstance throws them together. The chemistry between them is undeniable and they can't keep their minds or hands or lips off of each other. I liked that they were both willing to put aside their self-righteousness and focus on the task at hand and getting to the bottom of the situation they found themselves in. No thanks to my least favorite person in the story, Miles. What a tangled an convoluted web of deceit and trickery these two find themselves in. Amidst the questions and danger Knox and Trinity realize that there is more at stake than some decade old secrets being revealed, their hearts are on the line too. The intensity gradually builds until it all comes to a head. I wasn't expecting that final twist that revealed who the true mastermind behind this scheme was. Lisa Cardiff kept me guessing until the very end in this fast-paced read. While Trinity and Knox's road to happiness was full of bumps and detours along the way it was uniquely theirs. Any other ending and it just wouldn't have fit who they were as individuals and as a couple.
After spending years practicing law and running a real estate development company with her husband, Lisa decided to pursue her dream of becoming a writer and she must confess that inventing characters is so much more fun than writing contracts and legal briefs. A native of Colorado, she lives with her husband and three children in Denver.
Today we are celebrating the release of MORE THAN A FEELING by Sara Richardson. This is the 3rd book in the Heart of the Rockies series and it can be read as a standalone! Check out the buy links below. You won't want to miss this hot romance!About MORE THAN A FEELING:STOP RUNNING . . .AND START FALLINGFor Ruby James the Walker Mountain Ranch is her safe haven. Here in Aspen, Colorado, she can finally build a quiet life for herself without fear of her old one rearing its ugly head. Or so Ruby thinks. Any single woman would be happy to indulge a tall, dark, and curious cop-but the closer Ruby gets to him, the closer she gets to losing her newfound peace.Police officer Sawyer Hawkins is no stranger to secrets. He's ready to leave town for good until a security threat brings him back to Walker Ranch, and Ruby's gorgeous green eyes soon have him second-guessing his decision to go. Her kindness and quiet strength awaken feelings he'd thought long buried, even as her reluctance to talk about her past worries him. The cop in Sawyer only wants the truth-but the man in him wants Ruby in his arms forever . .Add MORE THAN A FEELING to GoodreadsPURCHASE MORE THAN A FEELING!Amazon | B&N | iBooks | GooglePlay | Kobo | BAMHeart of the Rockies Series Blurbs"Charming, witty, and fun. There's no better read. I enjoyed every word!"―Debbie Macomber, #1 New York Times bestselling author on No Better Man"Richardson's debut packs a powerful emotional punch. [Her] deft characterization creates a hero and heroine who will elicit laughs in some places and tears in others."―Publishers Weekly on No Better Man"4 stars! Hot! Richardson brings us a modern read set in beautiful Aspen. Her brisk storytelling and the charming, endearing characters set within a solid, engaging plot make this sweet romance shine. A strong and vulnerable Bryce, coupled with a determined, lighthearted Avery, will appeal to readers, especially with their sizzling chemistry. This is a truly delightful read."―RT Book Reviews on No Better Man"Fresh, fun, well-written, a dazzling debut."―Lori Wilde, New York Times bestselling author on No Better Man"The perfect balance of humor, heart and heat. I couldn't put it down! Sara Richardson will sweep you away."―Christie Craig, New York Times bestselling author on No Better Man"An enjoyable read. Richardson's spunky, baseball-lovin' heroine is delightful!"―Katie Lane, USA Today bestselling author on No Better Man-----------------------------------------------PURCHASE PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIESNO BETTER MAN (Heart of the Rockies, #1) Amazon | B&N | iBooks | GooglePlay | Kobo | BAM | Indiebound SOMETHING LIKE LOVE (Heart of the Rockies, #2) Amazon | B&N | iBooks | GooglePlay | Kobo | BAM AUTHOR INFORMATION:BIO: Sara Richardson grew up chasing adventure in Colorado’s rugged mountains. She’s climbed to the top of a 14,000-foot peak at midnight, swam through Class IV rapids, completed her wilderness first-aid certification, and spent seven days at a time tromping through the wilderness with a thirty-pound backpack strapped to her shoulders. Eventually, Sara did the responsible thing and got an education in writing and journalism. After five years in the corporate writing world, she stopped ignoring the voices in her head and started writing fiction. Now, she uses her experience as a mountain adventure guide to write stories that incorporate adventure with romance. Still indulging her adventurous spirit, Sara lives and plays in Colorado with her saint of a husband and two young sons. Her first contemporary romance, No Better Man, was released by Grand Central forever 2015.AUTHOR LINKS: Title: Opaque MirrorsAuthor: Courtney LaneBlurbWhen the line between fiction and reality bleeds, there is no end to the lies or a truth to be found.It was never supposed to happen. He was supposed to remain a porn star—the source of my fantasies—in my expansive collection of torture porn. But he found me, and he only wants one thing from me. He calls it the ultimate orgasm; death.He gives me the illusion of choice—my life or his.I thought my choice would be the end of my troubles, but it followed me to a town known for its close-minded, small population and hypocritical way of thinking.My madness lurks in the shadows. It watches me and seduces me with pretty smiles and dirty degradation. It assures me that my fantasies aren't wrong. It tells me that they will star in all of my nightmares…and I want nothing more.Content contains strong violence, coarse language, graphic sex, scenes of horror, and situations that most readers would find objectionable. Reader discretion is highly advised.CoverGoodreads linkAbout the authorCOURTNEY LANE has been creating her own little world since she was very young.While many of her works touch several different genres, she has an archetype when it comes to the female protagonists in her stories — they have to have certain brand of strength, be deeply flawed, and harbor layered personalities. In her books you will find themes that reflect the darker side of life with a tremendous amount of depth and complexity. She also has an affinity for characters that aren't necessarily the girl or boy next door, or the people you'd encounter in everyday life. In other words, she prefers to explore characters who aren't easy to fall in love with.Currently, Courtney can be found either working on her next book, playing the latest role-playing game on her X-Box (preferably a game by BioWare), or spending time with her family.Google+Amazon author pageHosted by$5 Amazon Gift Card. One straight to kindle Ebook http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/share-code/YmI0ZjM1OWY0YjdiYWMwMzlkYTllYTc5YmUyYThkOjIz/?
Title: MALEDICTION: Rise of the Crimson ConfessionsSeries: Crimson Confessions, #1Author: J.D. LexxGenres: Erotic Romance, Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: March 20, 2016
Some devote a lifetime to the endless pursuit of love. Others spend even longer trying to outrun it. Between the shimmering lights of Paris and New Orleans' commercialized sin, author J.D. Lexx embarks on his latest hunt. Once content to walk blindly in the light, these days he prowls a different world, one of shadow and sensuality where flesh yields to the probing hungers of fantasy. Driven by painful reminders of opportunity left unseized, he roams, tirelessly seeking the next in a growing collection of Crimson Confessions. Yet these tales of conquest and seduction which have brought such notoriety are merely bait for a more transcendent prey. The one he truly stalks is infinitely more elusive, and lethal in her charms. To win her over, and write the happy ending to this unfinished story, an infamous collector of secrets must now lay his own bare for all to see. Chasing a trail of enticing exploits stretching from Sin City to Prague, every stop leads him back to the beginning...and one step closer to her.
As soon as I penetrated the sweltering heat between her lips, I sprung to life across her tongue, engorging with the very blood that fled my extremities until her mouth strained to contain me. First, my eyes rolled back in sheer bliss at the all-consuming warmth, and then at the skill with which she applied it. With each stifled moan that vibrated through her throat and into my flesh, she not only enhanced her raw sexual value but left me increasingly curious about the kind of bad decisions that lead a woman like this here, of all places. Pulled free from a descending haze of my own, I looked down to marvel at her enthusiasm, only to find those eyes still locked on mine. Damn, the girl learned quickly. Flashing a glint of bravado that endeared her all the more, she pulled me briefly from her pursed lips and asked again, just as earlier in the day, “You like, yes?” As if empowered by my approval, she immediately doubled her efforts, tightening her grip and flicking her tongue in playfully erratic lashes. With the slightest shift, she adjusted her angle and drove down with even greater force, burying my entire length and swallowing deeply to engage muscles that sent me reeling. Only once I opened my eyes again did I notice the burning attention cast down from our host and his illustrious, voyeuristic gathering—a handful of whom wore outfits virtually identical to those ladies on the floor. It seemed that even a few fellow guests had opted to stay behind and ogle, having long since cast their own conquests aside. While it has never been my style to put on a public exhibition, it’s not like I could drag her to a more secluded location. As much as I cringed at the barbaric notion, she was not mine to take. I had to respect the reality that, in such a strictly supervised environment, she was borrowed property to be enjoyed at the watchful discretion of the master. With the reasoning centers of my brain already thoroughly frozen and my inhibition drunken at best, our audience could have ordered pizza and called over friends for all I cared. I had a hotter, tighter, and infinitely more gripping engagement ready to drop in my lap. “Get off that cold floor,” I urged, coaxing myself free of her insatiable grip and ordering her upright—vulnerable, exposed, and simpering at my whim. “Turn around.” Of all the commands so far laid down, I found it fascinating that only this one prompted a distinct moment of hesitation. “Yes, sir.” She spoke to the ground as she turned away, tightening every muscle as if preparing for an unseen but inevitable assault. Leaning forward, I rested one outstretched hand over the small of her back. Feeling the raised lash marks for the first time only triggered further anger toward any beast that would so irreparably desecrate such a treasure. My other hand dug firmly into her hip as I pushed forward, forcing her over at the waist and then lifting the tattered dress to expose her entirely. With her legs spread slightly, she struggled to maintain balance against the pressure of my palm, sparking the more wicked recesses of my imagination even as I battled to differentiate myself from the men behind those marks. Try as I might, I simply couldn’t help myself. Did that make me a monster as well?
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Just like every author I know, there’s always a favorite spot where the inspiration simply flows. Perhaps it’s a nook at the far end of a flower garden or a spare room to which others are barred from entry. Personally, I find my best writing takes place over the writhing skin of a naked, glistening Micronesian princess as she’s pleasured by three nubile ladies-in-waiting. When that option is unavailable—unfortunately quite often—I do most of my writing outdoors, where there are no walls to close in around me. It’s amazing how effectively the rustle of a breeze can spark thoughts and visuals in the mind. It tends to liberate and helps the words flow unencumbered. But then, that’s just me.
Sometimes I’m not quite sure what the message is until I’m done writing and start reading back through to find a distinct theme or moral—even if it’s simply the virtues of immorality. When I set out to write the Crimson Confessions series, it was always intended as far more than a quick and passing thrill. I wanted purpose, intent, a thread of commonality running through it all. In Malediction, I feel that message is boiled down to a few core elements: seize the indulgence now rather than wait and linger in fear of judgment; take the road less traveled, even if it requires combat boots and a machete to navigate it; and please, for the love of God, embrace your imagination and all that comes with it. Never settle for less.
Oftentimes, I like to give my characters a name that playfully nods to their personality, past or future. Nothing too overt or obvious, because I feel like that can become campy and a bit too archetypal. But if I’m laying the groundwork for a new character who closely resembles someone from my life, I like to name them in a way that shines a light on those characteristics—good or bad—that earned them a spot in literary infamy.
In all honesty, nothing inspires me more than the chance to interact with my readers and to hear the elements and aspects that made them fall in love. I think we all have times when we step back and wonder if there’s any purpose or benefit to our writing, and to hear that our thoughts and work resonated in a substantial way with someone else is the greatest compliment possible.
Any food that requires flooding a bog and raking up the bits that float is an instant ‘pass’ in my book.
ALL of them. When I’m engaged in a project, I’m either actively writing or thinking about the next stage pretty much constantly. It’s when I’m between projects that I begin to feel a little lost now and then.
Invisibility, without a doubt. To be a fly on the wall, anywhere and everywhere. Time travel would be nice too, I suppose. Actually, could we combine both powers into one so I can covertly watch how some of history’s great moments really went down?
If you’ve read my work, you probably realize I’m a big fan of cooking and the cultural inroads it can bring. I just love the sensory exploration of a new dish and the way it plays on your tongue. Not as many people know it, but I’m also a passionate photographer. Portraits, nudes, wildlife, architecture…I love it all. There is beauty in everything, isn’t there? In the chips and the cracks and the scars. It’s all about how we perceive it, and how it’s captured through a lens.
The biggest surprise, by far, in the book world has got to be the immense support just waiting to be heaped on a new author who earns it. The passion. The obsession for some. As a writer, sometimes it’s easy to begin to feel like you’re an outcast with nowhere you fit in. But then you meet a few readers who share your particular blend of insanity and you realize that your place was there along, just waiting for you to find it.
I have tried both methods and to some degree I hybridize the two, but I find my stories flow much better if I loosen the grip and let them flow as they want to. I have an idea where it’s going at the start, with a very loose outline of sorts, but when it’s all said and done, if it comes down to letting the story take a direction it suddenly wants to go in or strangle it to follow my lead, I’ll always choose the former and be as surprised as the rest of you where it takes me.
International attorney, award-winning journalist and last of a modest raconteur bloodline, J.D. Lexx has been a storyteller for most of his life and a student of humanity for even longer. Perhaps it's no wonder that he takes such pleasure in the subtle tease of the written word, in kindling curiosity with every shared tale, then daring the imagination to continue on beyond The End.
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Title: Soldier’s Heart (Wounded Love #2)
Author: Megan Green
Release Date: March 29, 2016
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Isaiah Wright is broken. So broken he's positive he'll never be fixed again. Surviving every soldier's worst nightmare is enough for him to want nothing more than to give into the blackness that plagues him.
Emma Nicholls knows pain. Four years after the devastating loss of her fiancé, she's set up her own business providing service dogs to veterans in an attempt to put her own life back together.
Circumstance brings Isaiah into her life, but neither are prepared for the fire that burns between them. It's immediate, one broken soul finding solace in another, but it's also... terrifying.
His soldier's heart is surrounded by walls ten feet high. But maybe, just maybe, Emma and her brood of trainee service dogs can break through and be the light he so desperately needs.
“Just through here,” I say confidently.
“Are you sure, Wright? I have a bad feeling about this place. Something doesn’t feel right.”
“Trust me. We’ve been watching this area for weeks. The men we’re looking for are on the other side of this wall.”
My men line up, preparing to enter the room.
I lift my hand.
On my count.
One.
Two.
I kick open the door, falling back as I let my men charge into the room.
Everything happens so fast.
A shout in Arabic.
A gunshot.
A clamor of English.
An explosion.
***
I jerk from my bed, my arms raising in a defensive position as I take in the room around me. It’s pitch black, the only semblance of light coming from the digital alarm clock glowing in the corner. By its faint light, I’m able to make out my bed. The chair in the corner covered in yesterday’s clothes. My dresser. I’m in my bedroom. I’m home.
I repeat the words over and over to myself, but they do nothing to calm my frayed nerves. My heart races, my breathing ragged. I feel as if I’m going to crawl right out of my skin. I bring my trembling hand to my face, wiping my sweat-soaked brow.
I sit on the edge of my bed, tucking my head between my knees and taking several deep breaths, like my therapist suggested for when these moments occur. And like every other time this has happened, cowering and deep breathing does jack shit. I stomp out of my bedroom, heading for the medicine cabinet in the hall bathroom. I fling open the cabinet door, grabbing for the pills she gave me for when the breathing exercises don’t work. Fuck breathing exercises. I don’t believe for a minute that shit works for anyone.
I swallow two of the pills, not bothering with water, before placing the bottle back on the shelf and swinging the mirrored door shut. I stare at my reflection. I look like shit. My eyes are bloodshot, the dark circles surrounding them deepening every day. The pallor of my normally copper skin is shocking, even to my own eyes. I splash some water on my face, rubbing at my tired, aching eyes.
My thoughts return to my dream. The same one I’ve had every night for the past six months. I hear the voices. The sound of gunfire. I see the flash of the grenade exploding.
“Fuck it,” I mutter, grabbing the pills again and swallowing three more, this time with a small sip of water from the sink. It’s more than Beth wants me to take. But I need some fucking sleep. I need some fucking silence. I need some fucking oblivion.
I stagger out to the couch, feeling the rush of calm already settling over me. I honestly don’t know why I don’t take these damn pills all the time. They’re so much fucking better than the alternative. I collapse on the couch, pulling a blanket around me before allowing the sweet serenity of sleep to take over.
Megan lives in Northern Utah with her handsome hubby, Adam. When not writing, chances are you’ll find her curled up with her Kindle. Besides reading and writing, she loves movies, animals, chocolate, and coffee. Lots and lots of coffee. She loves hearing from readers, so drop her a line!
Guarded hearts. Wounded pride. Devastating betrayal. Broken souls. Complete opposites intent not to yield, determined not to feel, but incapable of stopping it. Until the past resurfaces with the intent to ruin everything. Is learning to love again worth the risk? After all, a life without love isn't a life worth living. Amazon US I Amazon UK I B&N I iBooks I Kobo A.D. Justice is the best selling author of the Steele Security Series (Wicked Games, Wicked Ties, Wicked Nights, and the upcoming Wicked Intentions), the Crazy Series (Crazy Maybe, Crazy Baby), and the Dominic Powers series (Her Dom, Her Dom's Lesson). When she's not writing, she's spending time with her own alpha male in their north Georgia mountain home. She is also an avid reader of romance novels, a master at procrastination, a chocolate sommelier, a twister of words, and speaks fluent sarcasm. |