Title: Fervent
Author: Gemma James
Series: Condemned #3
Release Date: April 30, 2015
Synopsis
I never imagined things could get worse, but they do. The men who took us show no mercy. They won’t stop until they’ve destroyed Rafe for something he has no memory of, and I’m their weapon of choice.
Tortured and defiled, they make me wish I was back in that cabin where death was favorable to drawing another breath, but our captors can’t break what’s already broken.
What scares me is the madness I see festering inside Rafe. I’ve taken his freedom, his career, his reputation, yet despite all I’ve done, he’s determined to fight for me, kill for me, give everything he is for me.
He’ll even die for me.
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FERVENT is a new adult dark romance with disturbing themes and explicit content, including sexual scenes and violence that may offend some. Intended for mature audiences. Part three of the CONDEMNED series. This is not a stand-alone read! Please begin with TORRENT and RAMPANT, otherwise, FERVENT might not make much sense.
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Gemma James is the multi-genre author of several novels and novellas, from new adult suspense to dark erotic romance. She loves to explore the darker side of human nature in her fiction. She’s morbidly curious about anything dark and edgy, from deviant sex to serial killers. Readers have described her stories as being “not for the faint of heart.”
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Buy Links Fear of Heights ( Book 2) Amazon US :http://amzn.to/1bftfZW Amazon UK :http://amzn.to/1OsdQBw Goodreads : http://bit.ly/1yZWv1f Heights of Desire ( Book 1) Amazon US : http://amzn.to/1H0JnLU Amazon UK :http://amzn.to/1zvJAPx B&N:http://bit.ly/1bnM0Cu Kobo:http://bit.ly/1bnMc4B Smashwords:http://bit.ly/1bnMf0e Goodreads :http://bit.ly/1zvPPTu Author Links Facebook:http://on.fb.me/1waufHN Twitter:http://bit.ly/1b9w7a5 Web Site:http://bit.ly/1H0KRWq About the Author I’m a reader, a writer, and a lover of all things romantic. I’m also a coffee, hot sauce, ink, telenovela and Bikram Yoga enthusiast. I live in New York City with my husband and two children, and I spend a lot of time on the playground. Synopsis What are you willing to sacrifice for love? Your family? Your freedom? What about your life? She’s a wealthy, forty-three-year-old Upper East Sider with a PhD – He’s a twenty-three-year-old Dominican drug dealer from Washington Heights. Kate Champion always did exactly what was expected of her. She was the perfect wife, the perfect mother – until the day she met Jaylee Inoa. Their journey travels a path riddled with danger, deceit, scandal and loss – where nothing is at it seems. Yet Kate and Jaylee’s passion for one another remains nearly unstoppable. Will this daring pair of lovers from two different worlds triumph over circumstance? Can they deny the past in their quest to be together? Or is fear the ultimate navigator - a force more powerful than love? Warning: Fear of Heights is not a standalone novel and must be read as book two in the Heightsbound series, after Heights of Desire. This book contains descriptions of: gang activity, graphic sex, violence, dubious consent, unprotected sex, infidelity, infidelity and more infidelity, questionable parenting and some dialogue in Spanish without translation. Excerpt But I’m strangely immune to everything in this moment except for this man, the recognition in his face—and his base and unconcealed need for me. My own desire is sweet and delicious, seeping into my bloodstream, blocking out everything else, offering me precious relief. I know I didn’t come for sex—but now I can’t remember what I came for. All I feel is honeyed desire that promises to drown me and suffocate the hurt, and oh, how I long to be drowned! If each breath hurts, I no longer want to breathe. But if you make love to me, maybe then I can just be. His hand slides down from my waist to the curve of my hip, signaling his intentions. He pulls me into the building, away from the street, but just a few feet from where the corner boys were gathered. He speaks to me, his voice echoing throughout the foyer and its grubby glass. He’s asking questions. I don’t bother to answer. Please. We don’t have to speak. I register nothing but his greedy hands all over me, his mouth converging with mine. In his kiss I search deeply for some delicate connection to Jaylee. A thin thread of memory, because once, this man bore witness to our love. “I saw you were missing on the neighborhood fliers. Now it’s your sister on the news.” This almost pulls me out. But I won’t let it; I’m too far-gone to let go of my one single chance at oblivion. “I don’t want you to talk to me, please. I just want you to take me. Make it hurt if you can—maybe it will help me—stop me from hurting.” I don’t care if he thinks I’m crazy. I look into his eyes pleadingly. His are afire but they grow distant at this. The distance signals to me that this man is in control. That’s what I want; it’s precisely what I need. He pulls me into a small, dingy elevator and I place my hands on his shoulders and bury my face in his neck. I definitely don’t want to look at him. His hands are rough; he’s grabbing my ass, and begins biting and sucking on my neck. I want him to stop, but deep inside I’ve already given him permission. Knowing how quickly I surrendered, the victory cannot taste very sweet. He smells so unfamiliar to me, like a complete stranger, and it spikes my adrenaline higher. His hand slips inside my pants; he brushes his fingertips along my sex, and I quake involuntarily against him. I’m ashamed of how wet I already am. I gasp for air as soon as we leave the elevator. He pulls me down a long corridor to the very last apartment, and digs deep into his jeans pocket until he comes up with keys. He opens the door into a wide living room that smells strongly of fresh paint. There is an elderly man perched on a plastic-covered sofa, wearing only boxers and an undershirt, staring vacantly at a television. “Papá,” says the young man from the park-house, “Te va’ a morir de frío.” He quietly covers him with a faded fleece blanket from the back of the couch, tucking it around his legs to make sure it won’t slip off. This display of compassion is too much for me; I don’t want to be this person who’s so full of need. The old man slowly moves his gaze from the muted television screen to me and mouths the word, “Buenas,” his lower lip trembling with age. I shouldn’t have come here. A sob escapes me and I fall to my knees. Ideal swoops in and grabs me gruffly, lifting me like a package over his shoulder. He’s likely determined not to lose this fragile fuck that is quickly deteriorating over unforeseen events. “Let me go!” I shout. He kicks open a door and tosses me onto a low bed, and my body bounces and jerks in weak protest. “I don’t want you. I want to die,” I wail, swallowed by misery. “Shut the fuck up. I remember you. I know what you need,” he answers, stripping down. I pull my knees to my chest and look away out the window toward the fire escape. The sky is dark. The pigeons are asleep. I’m not sure I can go through with this. I don’t really know sex without love. I’ve fought to get back so many times now. It makes no sense to be seeking out places from which I can never return. Dark, dark places. Slow, slow burn. “Hey,” he calls gently. And I reluctantly turn my head to look at him. He’s naked and magnificent, his hard cock gripped ruthlessly in his hand. I do want his hands on me. I especially want his mouth. But I don’t know how to ask for it, and I am so incredibly ashamed. I roll onto my stomach and groan. He reaches down and grabs me roughly underneath the armpits, pulling me until I’m kneeling on the bed, his stunning erection hot against my cheek. I press my body into his in desperation and he guides my mouth to exactly where he wants it to go. I can lose myself in this. I can easily forget. His hands are rough, and they tug wildly in my hair. He pulls and yanks my head as he takes my mouth fast and hard. I shouldn’t like it, but I do. Something about the harshness and urgency speaks to the depths of me—it communicates with my own raw, emotional state. I suck and lave and take him as deeply as I can, trying to syphon some drop of my own pleasure from his pleasure. This is reckless abandon. I suddenly and profoundly understand what that means. He drags me up along his body and smashes his mouth into mine. It’s hot and foreign to me, kissing a stranger. I kiss him back with a longing that borders on pathology. I seek in the depths of this kiss some remote and ephemeral connection to Jaylee. A thin silver thread. Anything it could possibly mean to have this man bear witness to our love—to have shared it, in some way. If what he retains is no more than a momentary snapshot I’ll take it. I’ll take absolutely anything I can get. He pulls my hair back and bites into the tender flesh of my neck, right below my ear. His hands find the clasp of my jeans and he undoes them and pushes them down to my knees. His hands capture my ass possessively and his breath comes heavy on my neck. “Get on your stomach and stick your ass in the air,” he says. I do as I’m told. He doesn’t even bother with my breasts. That’s fine with me. I’m not here for romance; I am here in hopelessness. I’m here in a furious desperation, to rid myself of this need. “You look fucking hot like that. I can’t blame Inoa for getting hooked when I see you like that.” I flip around, almost falling because my knees are tethered together with my jeans. I sit up quickly and slam the base of my palm straight into his chin. “Fuck!” he bellows, reeling back and gripping his chin defensively. His gaze on me intensifies. He likes the fight. His erection swells more, his desire heightened by my reaction. Then he’s on me like lightning, and I’m flailing, my arms hitting at the air as much as they’re hitting him. He crushes me down onto the mattress and pins both of my arms at my sides, my face millimeters from his. “¡Shit, Diablo, Mami! ¿Tú quiere’ o no?” “Don’t talk about him. Don’t even say his name!” I’m crying and choking and sobbing, all the while still bucking against his body and trying to wrestle free from his weight. “Dime que tú no quiere’ y te suelto!” he says. But I can’t tell him no, because the truth is that I do want him. I need him. And despite trying to throw him off, my hips are grinding against his, and I’m soaked with my own contemptible desire. Drowning in my own ghastly need. I relax my body for an instant and he lays his mouth on mine. I respond all too eagerly to his kiss. I take his tongue and thrust mine just as deeply into his hungry mouth. I hate him and I want him and I hate myself for wanting him. I will destroy his body with mine. I angrily tear away my own clothing, frantically wanting him inside me. I long to feel something—anything. I want him to fuck away the pain. Perhaps I can find some sad solace in the pure physical functioning of my own stupid body. I guide him inside me senselessly with one hand, but push him away with the other. His chest feels solid and comforting under the palm of my hand. What a contradiction—that it’s his heart that comforts me. He’s big and deep, and he wastes no time in crushing my hips into an anxious rhythm. I keep my hand positioned firmly on his strong chest, as if the gesture could equate to some symbolic distance between us. An inch of space that represents a great emotional divide. I squeeze my eyes shut and allow this need to become my sole, minute point of focus in my universe, so saturated with loss. I’ll just allow myself to feel his body connected with my body and nothing else. “You got a thing for Dominican guys?” he asks breathlessly, breaking my concentration and my momentary escape. “Don’t talk!” I scream, banging my fists into his face, his neck, his shoulders, any spot I can reach. I try to wriggle my hips away from his, but his weight is crushing. Grounding. He answers by yanking my arms above my head and kissing me fervently. I wish I didn’t want his kiss but it magically stops my thoughts from racing—the endless barrage of rumination, the regret, the pain, the philosophical bleed. I kiss him back with passion, because I know intuitively that some aspect of sex is purifying, renewing. And this is all that I seek in the contact of his flesh. His hipbones slam into mine; he is fit and hard, offering not much in the way of padding. His mouth too smashes against mine in a violent union. His stubble tears into the tender skin on my face. All my soft flesh is ravaged by this man, my mouth, my breasts, and most of all, my sex. “Did you want me that day?” he asks. And again he removes me from my meditation, demanding consciousness and communication—neither of which have I any use for. I yearn only to be devoured, to be fucked into submission and silence, and possibly all the way to redemption. “You wanted me in your mouth. You wanted to fuck us both, didn’t you?” I answer him by rearing back and pulling away. I shove him down by the shoulders so that he lies on his back, and then I take him in my mouth, tasting my own desire that has completely saturated him. There’s the evidence. Proof of my weakness, my imperfection, my undeniable greed. I suck him with abandon in an attempt to satisfy his wish for it to have been him coming in my mouth that day. In this contact I search for an answer to my own demise. If it’s so bad, then why do we all want it? And what, if anything, do we receive from restraint? “Come in my mouth,” I whisper around his swollen cock. He surprises me by pushing me away and quickly flipping me over. I oblige because I’ll do anything. Whatever he wants, he can take from me. I surrender completely, my body, my spirit, all of what’s left of me. “I want to come in your pussy,” he says, grabbing my hips and slamming mercilessly into me from behind. And I’ll let him come inside me. Why? Because I’m empty. I’m actively inviting ruin. I am taking this to the very extreme. After he’s done he tosses a towel to me before searching for another to use on himself. Then he goes above and beyond by bringing me a baby wipe from the bathroom. This is five-star service compared to my first encounter with Jaylee. I look down between my legs and see the milky white semen leaking out of me onto his bed. I stare at it in silence. I’ve been in this mind-state before. “¿Tú te siente’ mejor?” Like he’s a doctor providing services. He wants to know if his brand of painkiller worked. “Sí,” I nod and look up at him, wondering about the reach of what I’ve just done. It’s not the cheating on Robert—that scenario has already played out. It’s not the cheating on Jaylee—this was sex, not love. I’m a cheater, an adulteress, whatever, it’s all been said before. What scares me now is the limitlessness of my desire to do anything to be connected to Jaylee. That I just attempted to fuck the Jaylee out of a perfect stranger. That I will forever be chasing that high. I no longer recognize a breaking point, no morals, no bounds. “Ven, te acompaño a casa,” he says, placing a humid hand on my shoulder. Despite our sudden intimacy, it’s still the hand of a stranger. “No!” I bat it off and rise to my feet. I don’t need to be walked home as some pathetic compensation for sexual favors. He did me the favor. I wasn’t coerced into doing what I’ve done. I pull my clothes on over my naked body, leaving my now-tainted bra on his bed and my underwear on the floor. “It looks better if we leave together, Kate. Believe me, you don’t want to walk by those guys alone.” “What’s your real name?” I ask him, ignoring his attempt to defend my virtue. “Everybody call me Ideal.” Why do our paths keep intersecting? He must have known that it was me from the beginning when we were talking on the phone. I had no idea who he was. I wonder if I would have handled myself differently had I known. “Did—did you like that?” I ask him tentatively. He appears to be examining dry skin on his elbow, but what I think he’s actually aiming at is flexing his bicep for me. “What?” he asks absentmindedly. “My name—or fucking you just now?” I widen my eyes at him in response. “Yeah, I liked it.” He shrugs. “Want to do it again?’ “What? Like right this second?” He’s startled at the idea that I might demand an immediate erection—another round so soon after the knockout. “No, not right now, but whenever you want to.” “I thought you were all hung up on Inoa and shit. But yeah, whatever, I’ll call you.” Booty-call me. “I don’t expect a relationship, Ideal. This is purely business. But I do need help finding my sister. Someone on the inside, who the cops don’t know. Someone who knows the neighborhood and what’s really going on.” And, if I’m being honest, I need help just surviving, and you’re an easy way for me to get out of my head. The way he crosses his arms and looks down at me makes me think he knows something. Then he sighs and lifts his two perfectly arched eyebrows at me. He reaches out his hands to me almost affectionately, and I take them. He pulls me up to standing, and keeping my left hand grasped in his right, he shakes it firmly. “You fucking crazy, you know that? For real. But yeah, you got yourself a deal.”
Twisted Destiny by V.E. Avance
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When Chris Haggis moves his wife and four kids to his old family farmhouse in Nebraska he's expecting a fresh start. Instead of a new beginning, Chris is confronted with the memories of his first love and the mistake he made 15 years ago.
Someone begins to stalk the Haggis family. Someone who knows the secrets of Chris's past. He will stop at nothing to get what he wants, even if that means torturing those in his way.
He stalks the farm house and its new occupants. He’s been lurking in the woods surrounding the farm for the past six months. He stalked the perimeter of the property for six weeks before he started braving his way onto the land and around the dwelling. The intention was never to kill the old couple. He went to talk to them the night before. He was unprepared for their irrational response to his unannounced visit.
He couldn’t allow the couple to tell anyone about him and what he was looking for. No way! If word got out, how would people look at him? Nope, he couldn’t allow that to happen. He made his way back to his shack where he grabbed his hunting knife and his small caliber revolver, both of which he had stolen.
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Unruly
by: Cora Brent
Publication Date: May 2015
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations
Synopsis
Forbidden hookups are rarely simple.
Claudia Giordano only plans to be home long enough to watch her eternally irresponsible father marry her high school nemesis.
She never expects to embark on some horny sex odyssey with a wild nineteen-year-old baseball player.
Easton Malone is cocky, crude and off-limits on so many levels.
That hot, reckless week should never have happened. The only option is to forget.
But life’s triumphs and heartbreaks keep bringing Easton and Claudia together again.
And again….
In the beginning they only find lust.
At the end they find each other.
Along the way they find everything else.
WARNING:
There will be sex. (A lot of it.)
There will be grief. (You might find yourself ugly crying.)
But there will also be redemption in the face of tragedy.
And yes, love will prevail.
About the AuthorCora Brent was born in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has dreamed of being an author. Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened from this dream. Social Media Links Goodreads - http://tiny.cc/3ynhxx Facebook - http://tiny.cc/eznhxxGiveawaya Rafflecopter giveaway
The More Series by Jay Mclean
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April 30
THE MORE THAN SERIES:
⤠More Than This (Book One, More Than Series)
*To be read as a duology*
⤠More Than Her (Book Two, More Than Series)
⤠More Than Him (Book Three, More Than Series)
⤠More Than Forever (Book Four, More Than Series)
More Than This #1
*Mikayla*
In one night my fairytale ended. Or it may have begun. This is my story of friendship and love, heartbreak and desire, and the strength to show weakness.
*Jake*
One night I met a girl. A sad and broken girl, but one more beautiful than any other. She laughed through her sadness, while I loved through her heartbreak.
*This is our story of a maybe ever after.*
He was right. It made no difference whether it was 6 months or 6 years.
I couldnât undo what had been done. I couldnât change the future.
I couldnât even predict it.
It was one night.
One night when everything changed.
It was so much more than just the betrayal.
It was the Tragedy.
The Deaths.
The Murders.
But it was also that feeling.
The feeling of falling.
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More Than Her #2
For every action there is an equal or opposite reaction." For every choice you make there are rewards, or there are consequences. It was my choice to walk away the first time. And my choice to chase her the second. But sometimes you don't get a choice, and all you get are the consequences.â "Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage.â Unless that someone is Logan Matthews. Because loving him didn't give me the strength to walk away. It didn't give me the courage to fight for him. And when it was over, all it gave me was a broken heart.
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More Than Him #3
"Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us." - Marianne Williamson
We live in a world of darkness and shadows,
where monsters hide and aim to ruin.
And they did.
They ruined us and turned our dreams into nightmares.
But now we're back.
And we're fighting.
Not just for us, or for each other, but for our light.
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-LUCY-
There is a love so fierce it cannot be measured.
A heart so strong it will never slow.
There is a promise so sure it can never lie.
He promised me that love forever.
Even when it wasn't enough.
-CAMERON-
Forever. Everlasting. Eternal.
There is no measure of time.
No sounds of the ticking of a clock.
Just the rising and falling of the sun.
And our own sense of forever.
But our forever isn't always.
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AUTHOR BIO
Jay McLean is the author of the More Than Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and More Than Forever. She also has a standalone titled Where the Road Takes Me, and serial series titled Boy Toy Chronicles.
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When sheâs not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.
Wash Me Away by Wendy Owens Publication Date: April 27, 2015 Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult Amazon • Barnes & Noble • iBooks Monsters have a way of following you. Immersed in a new world at boarding school, Addy Buckley learns she’s not the only one with secrets. While trying to navigate the minefield of painful lies that seem to be rattling around her family’s past, she meets soft on the eyes and heavy on the heart, Napoleon Blake. When faced with the darkness, Addy must decide to cling to her new life and friends or let the monster carry her away. The choice is hers, sink or swim.About Wendy OwensWendy Owens was born in the small college town, Oxford Ohio. After attending Miami University, Wendy went onto a career in the visual arts. After several years of creating and selling her own artwork she gave her first love, writing, a try. Her first novel flowed from her in only two weeks time. That moment was when she knew she had found her calling as an indie eBook author. Wendy now happily spends her days writing the stories her characters guide her to tell, admitting even she doesn’t always know where that might lead. Check out her New Adult Romance and Young Adult Fantasy books.
Releasing April 28, 2015!
These are not your children's fairytales.
Within these pages lies your personal invitation to the mystical, enchanting -- and deliciously dangerous -- realm of Faerie. Prepare to enter a world of magic and wonder, power and deceit, as you explore the myriad facets of the mercurial Fae Realms and a few of its denizens: a dedicated slave, a mermaid in love, an enthralled daydreamer, and an entranced farm boy.
Filled with intrigue, passion, lust, and loss, these spell-binding stories branch from romance, horror, drama, and erotic fantasy to bring you Wisps of Beltane...."
Beltane, originally one of the four great fire festivals, is also a holiday of union. The flames of Beltane celebrate virility, sexuality, and fertility. For each pagan holiday, there will be a corresponding volume in the Wheel of the Year Anthology.
Stories Included-
Slave in Shadows
Castle by the Sea
In a Field of Flowers
Engraved with Honeysuckle (re-released and re-edited)
Authors of Wisps of Beltane
Cherron Riser
Cherron Riser is a romance and paranormal romance author. When not hard at work on her next novel, she can be found with a good read in hand or trying to convince her puppy that she is in fact a dog and not a person. She is a wife and mother to two girls. Her family is unabashedly geeky and enjoy sharing a good board game or role-playing game.
Cherron's published works include three short stories: "Escaping the Beast" appearing in the Winter Paradoor 2014 anthology, and "In the Heat of Escape" and "Engraved with Honeysuckle" in the Spring Paradoor 2014 anthology. Her first full-length novel, Defying Destiny, was released in March 2015. Cherron can be found on the web at www.cheronriser.com and on Facebook at. www.facebook.com/CherronRiserAuthor.
Taylor Lexus Brown
Taylor was born in a small town to parents who were by all accounts, normal. That all changed, however, when she chose to follow Master Yoda into the swamp. When her training was completed, she attended school at the prestigious Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry. She is a makeup artist and costumer who has already worked on two films and multiple plays in her hometown of Dothan, Alabama. She enjoys tea parties and long walks in the cemetery. Her influences are drawn from Edgar Allen Poe, Stephen King and other icons in the horror industry.
Ashley Nicole Davis
Ashley Nicole Davis grew up in Headland, AL. She began acting at 17 and was a co-founder of the Featured Players theater troupe until 2013. Ashley discovered her love of writing in high school where she spent much of her class time writing instead of doing her work. She majored in English literature at Wallace community college in 2002. Ashley currently lives in Enterprise, AL with her husband Adam and son David.
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Title: The Story Of Lansing Lotte (Legendary Rockstars #2) Author: L.B. Dunbar Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: April 28, 2015 Synopsis I get it. I’ve heard the jokes. My name sounds like some medieval character who was a hero. Hell, my best friend’s named Arturo King. Ring any medieval bells? But this is my story and I’m no hero. I also get the jokes. Lancelot is a play on the words lance and lot, and a lance refers to a sword, which is a euphemism for dick. What does a man do with his dick? He fucks. A lot. So if my name is Lansing Lotte, I must be “fucking lot.” Get it? Fucking a lot? Which I’m not saying I don’t, that’s not the point. Another reference to something sexual. Get my point? Huh, I made a punny. But again this is my story, and I haven’t done anything funny. In fact, I’ve killed three women, and only one of them I loved. Yeah, that’s right? Not laughing now. It’s not funny. And I’m definitely no fucking hero. Buy The Book Character Introduction: Lansing Lotte Paisley Belle reporting for Guitar Central. Today’s interview is with Lansing Lotte, guitar hero for the award winning rock band, The Nights. Despite the recent tragedy for The Nights, I was able to sit down with Mr. Lotte in a small coffee shop down the street from his historical home in New York City. Perkins Vale, drummer, and Tristan Lyons, bass guitarist, will be joining us soon, but with the few private minutes alone, I begin my inquiry. Let’s start with how you got into music? L: My mother was the most instrumental in my introduction to the guitar. Pardon the pun. She was what you’d call laid back, a naturalist, almost hippy-like. Music surrounded us and she eventually taught me to play on a 1931 Gibson L-I Flattop. I still have that guitar all these years later. Speaking of family, we understand you’ve had a rather unusual upbringing. L: (growing fidgety) I don’t typically talk about it, but yes, Vivian DuLac is not my natural mother. Yes, I did inherit Logres Construction. Lansing remains silent for a moment, reflective, and I decide to move on. Tell me about your nickname: The Lady Killer. L: (flinches at first, but then relaxes, pushing his longer bangs off his forehead) Yeah, well, I’m okay with the ladies (a sly crooked smile begins and those blue eyes sparkle), but I’ve been known to make a few mistakes, break a few hearts. Maybe one too many. (sighs). Broken hearts, what about being a hero? L: (sitting up straighter and continuing to fidget with the coffee cup in front of him) I wouldn’t say I’m a hero. I did what anyone would do. I have…a connection…to the little girl. I needed to get to her. (Raising my eyebrow) A connection, how? L: (smiling deeper) It’s a long story (laughs). Well, tell me the story of the band. How did you all come together? L: I met Arturo when we were teenagers; he’s two years older than me. It was a fight over a girl (he looks away for a moment). Anyway, met Perkins in the woods one summer. We just sort of clicked. He’s a natural on the drums. Met Tristan after Arturo went to college. We just gel, a band of brothers. (I soften my tone) And speaking of brothers, how are you all holding up with the news of Arturo? L: What news? Well, the recent events surrounding Arturo and his… L: There is no news. All we know is Arturo was in an accident. I’m sure you’ve seen the images. Graphic. Disturbing. But we are still hoping for the best. He’s been spotted sporadically, but we don’t have any definite leads. What we do know, is if Arturo King were dead, we would all feel it. Our connection is that strong. If one goes, we would know it. In an attempt to change directions, I ask: How is Guinevere DeGrance? L: Why? I’m taken aback for a moment and then he continues. L: I apologize. Guinevere is holding up the best she can. Obviously this has all been quite a blow to her. She’s been through a lot, but she’s a strong woman. She’ll make it through this. She has me. She has the band. We are all there for one another. There for each other, but who is there for you, specifically? (winking) L: (seeming to relax). Someone amazing is there for me. I didn’t see her coming, but she means everything to me. She’s changed my life, literally. It’s a new chapter for me, and I’m looking forward to where this will lead (smiles deeply). I can feel the exciting energy for his unspoken new love interest, but I decide not to pry further. Okay, can you comment on your world tour being cancelled? L: We had to cancel. We won’t continue without Arturo, so we decided to wait. The fans have been understanding. We are still working on finishing the album, and looking forward to a release tentatively in August. We appreciate everyone’s support for Arturo and we are certain he feels the love they keep sending out to him. Anything you want to say to your fans? L: We love you. Thanks for your support. We’re sticking together, no worries. You can keep up to date with all things The Nights on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/groups/737318906359166/ At that point, a beautiful blonde woman and a little girl dressed in a ladybug costume enter the coffee shop. Lansing’s attention shifts immediately and the little girl waves to him. He winks at her and she giggles in response. I don’t miss that his eyes wander up to the woman who waits patiently in line for coffee, not acknowledging him. The weight of the Lady Killer’s attention must be too much, because she turns toward us, and slowly smiles at Mr. Lotte. I’ve seen that look before on a few ladies of society. This one definitely has more-than-a-crush on the rock star sitting before me, but I can tell by the look on his face, he feels the same way about her. There’s no sign of Perkins Vale or Tristan Lyons, but I can’t wait to get the nitty-gritty on the quiet member of the band, Perkins. That giant drummer has some secrets, and I can’t wait to learn them next.Paisley Bell, Guitar Central. 2015 About The Author L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and the upcoming Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children. Facebook |Facebook Author Page | Amazon | TSU | Newsletter| Twitter | Pinterest |Goodreads | Booktropuloussocial | Blogger Website | Instagram Buy The Book Giveaway Reaper's Fall is the newest standalone in the Reaper's MC Series.Painter & Melanie's story will be available on November 10th and is currently up for Pre-order! Pre-order available at the following retailers: Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1DsDyRt Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1yYt1Rn Nook: http://tinyurl.com/pljucpa iBooks: http://tinyurl.com/pwfxzyj Blurb
He never meant to hurt her. Levi “Painter” Brooks was nothing before he joined the Reapers motorcycle club. The day he patched in, they became his brothers and his life. All they asked in return was a strong arm and unconditional loyalty—a loyalty that’s tested when he’s caught and sentenced to prison for a crime committed on their behalf. Melanie Tucker may have had a rough start, but along the way she’s learned to fight for her future. She’s escaped from hell and started a new life, yet every night she dreams of a biker whose touch she can’t forget. It all started out so innocently—just a series of letters to a lonely man in prison. Friendly. Harmless. Safe. Now Painter Brooks is coming home… and Melanie’s about to learn that there’s no room for innocence in the Reapers MC.
Title: In The Moment: Part Five
Author: Rachael Orman
Publication Date & Length: April 27, 2015 - 50pgs
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