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“Sometimes, I feel like I’m watching a movie . . . that it’s not really me, Claire Richards, getting this second chance at life.”
“Open your eyes, it’s you, and I’m damn glad it’s with me.” ~ Aiken
Single mom and college professor Claire Richards only wanted a few hours of me time to soak in her tub, read a book, and drink wine.
But tragedy struck, and Claire found herself with a lot more me time than she bargained for.
Three years later, Claire is still mourning her losses when Aiken Fordham—who looks young enough to be one of her college students—moves in next door.
Forcing Claire to face her fears, Aiken almost forgets his reason for moving to Small Town, Pennsylvania. Falling for the sexy, smart, and strong professor next door was never in the plan.
But now it is . . . until their future intersects with their pasts.
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As a side note, Blaufeld, also a long-time blogger and an advocate of woman-run anything, is fearless about sharing her opinion. She captured the ears of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling her adventures in parenting tweens and running a business, often at the same time. To her, work/life/family balance is an urban legend, but she does her best.
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I reached out to unzip the plastic holding my dress, but just as I did, the door to the dressing room flew open, and Dylan stood there looking back at me.
His eyes were wide with shock, as if he hadnât expected me to be behind the door, and then they dropped from my face and slid down my body in an invisible caress.
I should have covered myself; I should have screamed at him to get out, but I didnât move or tell him to go. The way he was looking at me, I needed that. I needed to feel beautiful and desirable.
âWhat are you doing here?â I watched him, his eyes a stormy blue.
His eyes devoured me, making me feel uncomfortable. If Mitchell supposedly loved me and disliked what he saw when he looked at me, then surely a man who didnât love me would see me as even worse.
âThe lady out front said the bathroom was the last door on the right, but Iâm guessing she meant the last door on the left,â he said, not bothering to the hide the fact that he was looking at my body.
I nodded, not sure what to say.
âI should apologize and turn around and leave.â
I swallowed hard.
He didnât leave.
Instead, he moved into the room and quietly shut the door behind him.
âBut you see, thereâs a problem.â
âWhatâs that?â I asked.
He reached out, running a single finger over my shoulder and down across my chest. âI canât stop looking at you.â
I folded my arms across my chest now, feeling more exposed than I ever had in my life. His finger dipped into the top of my folded arms and between my breasts.
âYouâre covering yourself like a woman who thinks sheâs unattractive,â he said, moving close enough that his whispered words ruffled the hairs on the side of my face. âBut the truth is, my cockâs hard just looking at you.â
I stiffened at his words.
No one had ever spoken to me like that. No man had ever been so brazen, saying naughty words to me in such a manner.
âHow does that make you feel, Gwyn?â He moved closer, his lips skimming my earlobe and making me bite my bottom lip.
I should have run out, but I was half naked. And the truth was, I couldnât move. My legs were stiff, and my feet were rooted to the spot.
âHow does it make you feel knowing my cock is hard and throbbing for you?â He licked my lobe, and I shivered. âHere you are, in your white bra and panties, looking so innocent and corruptible ... whatâs an evil man like me supposed to do?â
âYouâre not evil,â I said, finally able to speak up.
My voice squeaked with my words, making me blush even harder.
He leaned back, his brow lifting in question. âYou donât think Iâm evil?â
I shook my head. âNot even a little bit.â
âI assure you I am.â Again, he leaned forward, pressing his lips against my shoulder.
As if an automatic reflex, I tilted my head to the side to give him more skin to explore.
âIâm jealous of the way the lace on your panties is riding up your curvy hips and disappearing into the sweet space between your thighs.â He kissed my shoulder once again, his breath striking the side of my neck and filling my ear. âI want to be that lace, Gwyn. I want to be resting inside your warmth.âDear God, he was good, and I was so very bad.
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Title: SHADOW OF THE FORGOTTEN
Author: McKenna Grey & Everly Archard
Genre: Romantic Suspense
About Shadow of the Forgotten:
From a quaint and unsuspecting town in northern Maine comes SHADOW OF THE FORGOTTEN, the second book in the Kyndall Family Thrillers, a contemporary romantic suspense series filled with gripping intrigue, riveting romance, and nonstop adventure.
A woman preyed upon by corruption.
Heather York’s investigative career with the U.S. Marshals Service is neither glamorous nor dangerous, but when she’s thrust to the precipice of an unexpected threat, she has no choice but to wonder if she was meant to be collateral damage or the intended victim.
A man who won’t abandon her.
At a luxury lakeside lodge in Maine, Jordan Kyndall’s plans to celebrate the wedding of his college roommate go awry before the happy couple has a chance to say “I do.” Jordan anticipated a good time with old friends. Instead, he stumbles upon a gruesome scene in the picturesque woods of the woman whose lifeless body unexpectedly stirs his protective nature.
An obsession that could destroy them both.
As the threat against them grows and the questions multiply, they’ll have to trust each other—and their feelings—if they’re going to survive.
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His First Crush
Series: Firsts series #2
Author: MJ Fields
Release Date: February 18,2018
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: Jersey Girl & Co.
FROM USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR MJ FIELDS
COMES A STORY OF LOVES HEALING POWERS IN THE MIDST OF CHAOSOne tragedy nearly took her away from him. After Logan saved London from a random club shooting, he thought nothing could ever change the course of his future with the girl he had always loved.
One kiss threatened to prove him wrong. Then Logan questions his feelings … and hers when she kisses another just to hurt him.
One night is all it takes to make him realize there was never a choice. To win the game, you must know the other players and how to overtake them.
He will win. His First Crush is the conclusion to Logan and London’s long-awaited happy ever after.
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When I left for New York City, it was hard as hell. It hurt. The pain reminded me of a sliver under my fingernail that I couldn’t pull out, knowing it would hurt too damn much. I knew if I didn’t mess with it, it really wasn’t that unbearable. But I learned that, when it was left there too long, an infection would begin, and that gnawing pain would be far worse than Dad going at it with a pin and tweezers. Then, well, then it would heal and you forgot about it until the next time it happened.
The way London and I ended cuddle season was perfect, but that gnawing pain was there with each text, each time I saw her, each time we hid in a closet and dry-fucked until I was going to, or did, come in my fucking pants.
I didn’t want to be her sliver, her pain, her infection, so the texts stopped.
Sounds sweet, kind, like a loving gesture. It was somewhat. But I also knew the next time she felt feelings for someone else, like a sliver under her nail, she would be reminded of me, her first kiss. And while we can all lie to ourselves about shit ending “nicely,” we know the reality is we will always remember. We will remember the good and the bad, and then we will think twice about ever putting ourselves in that fucking position again.
While in New York, I tried really hard to get Mom to “Mom up.” When I realized I had let too much time and distance come between us, I vowed not to make that mistake again.
Fuck Fletcher. He’s not about to become shit to her.
Fuck Brody. She’s not a little girl.
Fuck love and all the shit that can fail, keeping us guarded from the beauty of it.
Fuck madmen who take the life out of those left living.
Fuck her for not texting me back.
And fuck me for not manning up and believing what I feel, what she feels, can work.
Oh, and fuck those who made me doubt.
I’m a fucking player, and a game is a game.
To win the game, you have to know the other players and how to overtake them.
I know her.
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It’s two in the morning, and I can’t sleep knowing she’s so fucking close. I look out the window, see a light on, and her silhouette. Clearly, she can’t sleep either.
I watch her and realize she’s dancing. I see her turn and stop. Then she raises her leg behind her, toes pointed at the damn ceiling. Her lean body appears to be in a straight line.
It’s beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. It’s also making me fucking hard knowing she’s that damn flexible.
I sigh, knowing I’m going to be rubbing one out more than once a day if she keeps that shit up.
I walk out of my room, grab a bottle of Jack, and laugh, thinking I’m about to have a date with my fucking hand while watching a private performance by the girl I love.
I watch her move, stretch, and twirl as I drink, wishing I had bought a pair of binoculars like she mentioned.
When my dick is so hard I can’t stand it, I push down my boxers and stand at the window, gripping the base tightly and stroking it slowly up to the head. When she stops and walks away, I groan, thinking I’m going to have to finish myself off without the visual.
I see the reflection of my phone light up and walk over to grab it.
I sent a text saying goodnight and you didn’t reply. So, goodnight again.
I reply immediately.
Phone was dead. Can’t sleep?
I look out the window as she sits on the bed, holding her phone. The floating bubbles start to appear as she types, then they stop. I look up as she flops back on the bed, seemingly frustrated.
I saw you dancing.
The bubbles immediately appear.
How did you see me?
Look out the window.
She gets up and walks over. I hold up my phone so she sees the light.
Was watching you dance. You looked amazing.
Are you okay?
Do you want me to come over?
No, London, watching you dance and having a couple drinks made things real hard over here. Stay put.
Yeah, I’ve got it handled.
After I send it, I regret it.
Does that mean you’re...
Jerking off while I watch you dance? Yeah.
I watch her cover her mouth as she reads my text then looks out the window.
Binoculars are now being added to my shopping list.
I could come over and cuddle.
Not a good idea right now. I’m on a date with Jack and Rosie.
I look at the window as she receives my text.
She walks away and turns on the light. Now I can see her.
You’re missing out, and so am I.
Damn her… temptress.
You need sleep. So do I.
I slept better than I ever have after the last time we cuddled.
You mean after you came?
I grip my cock, picturing her face as she fell apart.
You’re lucky you’re a guy.
I get an idea. A great idea.
I take a picture of my hand gripping my cock. Then I crop it so you don’t see my dick, just my hand gripping it. I send it and then start typing.
Lie on your bed. I need you to do something for me.
When I see her lie down, I hit call, and she answers immediately.
“Run your hand down that sexy as fuck belly of yours and push your hand under your waistband.”
“Logan, I’d rather you do that,” she whispers.
“And I’d rather you know how to get yourself off, so when I let that genie out of the bottle, your insatiable appetite can be curbed even when I’m not around.”
“What do you mean, when you’re not around?” she whispers.
“I mean, when you’re at school and you’re thinking of how much you want my cock, you can go and suppress the need in just a few seconds.”
“Pretty, I’m gonna teach you everything I’ve learned while trying to get a girl off fast so I could bust a nut and get them out the door, because I didn’t want any of them in my bed, because they weren’t you.”
“Logan...” she sighs.
“Do it. Push your hand under your waistband and run a finger up and down the seam of your pussy lips.”
“This seems wrong,” she whispers.
“I’m over here, stroking my cock, watching a private ballet; is that wrong?”
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From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Kristen Ashley comes a new story in her Chaos series…
About ROUGH RIDE:
Rosalie Holloway put it all on the line for the Chaos Motorcycle Club.
Informing to Chaos on their rival club—her man’s club, Bounty—Rosalie knows the stakes. And she pays them when her man, who she was hoping to scare straight, finds out she’s betrayed him and he delivers her to his brothers to mete out their form of justice.
But really, Rosie has long been denying that, as she drifted away from her Bounty, she’s been falling in love with Everett “Snapper” Kavanagh, a Chaos brother. Snap is the biker-boy-next door with the snowy blue eyes, quiet confidence and sweet disposition who was supposed to keep her safe…and fell down on that job.
For Snapper, it’s always been Rosalie, from the first time he saw her at the Chaos Compound. He’s just been waiting for a clear shot. But he didn’t want to get it after his Rosie was left bleeding, beat down and broken by Bounty on a cement warehouse floor.
With Rosalie a casualty of an ongoing war, Snapper has to guide her to trust him, take a shot with him, build a them…
And fold his woman firmly in the family that is Chaos.
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An old-style flip phone.
We’d joked about it, Snap and me. He’d called me Scully. He had a burner too, so there’d be no caller ID when he phoned me. So I’d called him Mulder.
I was going to call him.
Not because I was working for Chaos anymore. I wasn’t. That officially ended on that cement. Definitely not because I was protecting Bounty. I’d tell the police. Absolutely, I’d tell the police my boyfriend’s motorcycle club beat the snot out of me. It didn’t matter that I broke the code, and knew it. It didn’t matter that I’d betrayed my man, and done it deliberately.
I was trying to save him. Save his brothers. Save his club. Save everyone.
I closed my eyes tight, my thumb moving over the phone from memory, knowing the way on its own, I called him so often. That was why I was calling him now rather than 911. I knew how to get to him. To Snapper. And the effort would be less. I could dial the digits to get him up on speed dial in my sleep, so I could do it lying on a cement floor, beat to hell and practically unable to move.
I couldn’t lift the phone to my ear so I just shoved it across the floor closer to my face, listening to it ring.
“Rosie?” Snap answered.
I closed my eyes tighter as understanding hit me with a blow almost as brutal as every strike I’d just taken.
I hadn’t done it to save Beck. To save his brothers, his club…everybody.
At first, I’d done it to make Beck into Shy.
And then I’d done it to make him be Snapper.
And last, I’d done it to make his club Chaos.
“Rosie?” Snap’s Eddie Vedder baritone got sharper.
The black was creeping in again.
“Sss…” was all I could get out.
“Rosalie,” he bit out, curt, alert, alarmed.
“Hurt,” I whispered.
And then, again, I blacked out.
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Kristen Ashley was born in Gary, Indiana, USA and nearly killed her mother and herself making it into the world, seeing as she had the umbilical cord wrapped around her neck (already attempting to accessorize and she hadn't taken her first breath!). Her mother said they took Kristen away, put her Mom back in her room, her mother looked out the window, and Gary was on fire (Dr. King had been assassinated four days before). Kristen's Mom remembered thinking it was the end of the world. Quite the dramatic beginning.
Kristen grew up in Brownsburg, Indiana and has lived in Denver, Colorado and the West Country of England. Thus, she's blessed to have friends and family around the globe. Her family was (is) loopy (to say the least) but loopy is good when you want to write. They all lived together on a very small farm in a small farm town in the heartland. She grew up with Glenn Miller, The Everly Brothers, REO Speedwagon and Whitesnake (and the wardrobes that matched).
Needless to say, growing up in a house full of music, clothes and love was a good way to grow up.
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“At least he does not resemble the back end of a boar,” Dayna whispered.
I shot my sister a quick nod of agreement and then covertly turned back to peer at my future husband who was currently conversing with my father. After our morning ride, my sister and I had found a hiding spot behind some large drapes just to the left of the room occupied by our guests. It afforded us the surreptitious ability to listen and watch with the two kings interact. Thomas had taken his leave, but not before he informed me of what he thought about our childish behavior. I did not care if I was being childish. I was not ready to meet King Cathal just yet, at least not without a little advance warning of what I would be dealing with.
“You are correct,” I murmured back. “He is not ugly, but his handsomeness is marred by that tight lipped frown. He looks cruel.”
I had been surprised to find that my future husband was not nearly as old as I had thought he would be. If I had to guess, I would put him at eight and thirty, or, at the very oldest, two and forty. His hair was dark, cut close to his head. He had deep green eyes, a hawkish nose, and thin lips that seemed to hold a perpetual scowl. Standing at a little over six feet, King Cathal was lean but obviously muscular. Yes, he was handsome, but the cold, detached look in his eyes ruined any favor I might have found in him.
“Do you think it hurts to hold his face like that?” Dayna asked.
I bit my bottom lip to keep from laughing. “Perhaps he was just born that way.”
“Tis a shame to be so handsome and yet such a pompous ass.”
“Shh,” I chastised. “That pompous ass could have your head if he felt your offense warranted it.”
“Father would not allow me to be beheaded, Allete” Dayna assured me. “I am his favorite.”
I made a motion with my hand to quiet her so we could hear what it was our father was saying to the king of Tara.
“She has to know by now that I have arrived,” King Cathal was saying. His words came out clipped and low.
“Allete tends to have her own mind about things. I am sure she will join us when she is ready,” King Albric said, attempting to placate his irritated guest.
“And who allows such independent thinking?” Cathal challenged. “A woman should know her place.” His pointed look was aimed at the queen who stood quietly next to King Albric.
Allete was sure her mother was going to smack the rude man, but a subtle hand placed on her mother’s wrist held her in place.
“I understand your frustration, Cathal, but please be considerate of Allete’s situation. She is being courted by a man she has never met. She will be expected to leave with that man in a month’s time and travel to a place that is not her home, where she has no friends, no family. She deserves time to adjust.” King Albric, ever the diplomat, attempted to ease his counterpart’s temper. Based on Cathal’s pinched lips, however, his efforts were wasted.
“Could you at least send for her?” The other king asked in a more civil tone. And then added, “Please,” all be it a bit begrudgingly.
I snatched Dayna’s sleeve and gave it a gentle tug, indicating it was time for us to go. Like mice being hunted by a cat, we scurried from our hiding place and snuck to my bedchamber. We had barely made it inside when there was a knock at the door.
“Enter,” I said, attempting to keep my voice from sounding breathless.
Lidia entered. The look on her face was one of trepidation.
“The king requests your presence,” my handmaiden said in a soft voice.
I smiled at the girl. “Chin up, Lidia. All will be well.”
Lidia let out a huff, her manners momentarily forgotten. “You have not met the man. He is positively awful.” Her hand flew to her mouth and her eyes widened. “Forgive my frankness.”
Dayna laughed. “Allete would never punish you, especially not for telling the truth.” She lowered her voice conspiratorially. “We already saw him. We spied on them.” Dayna winked, looking completely unrepentant.
Lidia lowered her hand and made an ‘O’ shape with her mouth.
I straightened my dress and pulled my shoulders back. “Might as well face the music. I doubt he is going to turn around and sail back home without me.”
Unraveled (Steel Brothers Saga #9)
by Helen Hardt
Release date: 13th February
The final installment in the Steel Brothers saga
Ryan Steel and Ruby Lee are in love, but before they can move forward with a life together, theyâre determined to bring resolution to the many unanswered questions they still face. To complicate matters, new threats arise with the arrival of two startling figures from their pasts.
As they race against time to find answers, unexpected forces pull them apart. Ryan's brothers, Talon and Jonah, rally to help, wanting to end the struggle and finally bring the last perpetrators to justice. But another riddle surfaces, deepening the rift between Ruby and Ryan. Will they salvage their relationship and finally unravel the mysteries surrounding them?
"Relentless action, heart-stopping twists and hard-core romance is what you will find on this ride!"
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Title: Outlaw Ride
Author: Sarah Hawthorne
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About Outlaw Ride:
A recovering gambler
Hard-living biker Clint Remmick is fiercely loyal to the boys of the Demon Horde motorcycle club. He’s worked hard to redeem himself, and there’s no risk he won’t take to help his brothers, even when rivals threaten their safety. When his grandmother’s health takes a turn for the worse, though, he moves out of the clubhouse to take care of her. With his duties for the MC, he knows he can’t do it alone, so he hires Jo, a live-in nurse.
He didn’t expect her to heal him, as well.
A dedicated nurse
Jo Smith enjoys working for sweet old Anne Remmick, and she’s especially intrigued by her tattooed bad-boy grandson. Clint's tough exterior scares her a little, but she feels a pull toward the sexy biker. Soon she’s dying to close the distance between them.
A losing bet
When Clint and his brothers have to pull a dangerous job in Reno, Jo is the perfect cover. With enemies around every corner, Clint needs to focus on keeping her safe—not the lust simmering between them. But when Clint is trapped by a rival club, Jo will have to save him…and their relationship.
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“What’s going to go bad?” I rinsed the soapy pan.
“I can’t tell you,” he said. Clint put his index finger on my shoulder and ran it down my arm. Tingles began to fire all over my body, and I shivered. Was this some sort of seduction? If it was, would I allow myself to fall into his trap?
“Oh.” I couldn’t think of anything else to say. His finger was running back up the length of my arm now. “Is this the first time you’ve ever had to do something like this?”
“No,” he whispered against the back of my neck. He was standing behind me now, and I could feel his body heat. “I’m just more scared this time around.”
He was scared? I tried to catch his gaze in the window behind the sink, but he ducked his head behind me. He placed both hands on my lower back and began to knead. This was bad, so bad. I wanted him too much and he was confessing his fears to me. Just like you would do if you loved someone.
“Tell me what you’re afraid of.” I whispered, leaning back against him. He felt dangerously good.
“I’m afraid of not coming home,” he murmured. He slid his hands over my belly and pressed me against him. Through my thin cotton panties, I could feel him, hard inside his jeans. I started to grind against him. “I’m afraid of not seeing you again.”
“You don’t see me now,” I whispered. I meant for it to come out as a bitter condemnation, but his hands slid up over my breasts and I could barely breathe.
He took one of my nipples between his fingers and pinched it. I gasped.
“I need you, Jo,” he growled. I tried to turn, but he held me in place. “I know I don’t deserve it.” His voice was rough, as though he dragged it across gravel. His other hand slid down, between my legs. “Come to bed with me. Just this, tonight.”
I was already wet. I wanted him, he knew I wanted him. There was no point in denying it. But he was so raw, I had to find some way to distance myself and try not to fall in love with him. If I went back to his bedroom, the intimacy would doom me.
“Here,” I demanded, rubbing my ass against his dick. “Here in the kitchen. Do you have a condom?”
“Yes, but I want to taste you first.” He began sliding my cotton panties down my legs. “Why don’t you sit up on the counter?”
“No.” I squeezed my eyes shut, picturing it. It had been one of our favorite things. Clint’s face would be buried in me and he’d look up. We’d share my orgasm together. Just like our last time together.
My breath started to come in short bursts. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t let him be that close.
“No, from behind. Right now.”
He froze. I knew he was hurting and this wasn’t exactly what he wanted. He wanted that connection, those emotions that we used to share, but I couldn’t leave myself open to his hurt again. I waited for him to tell me no. Would he choose all or nothing? Or just take what I was offering?
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Today we have the blog tour for ROAD TO EUGENICA by A.M. Rose! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy!
Title: Road to Eugenica
Author: A.M. Rose
Genre: YA Sci-fi
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Two dimensions - And the girl who connects them.
Yesterday, Drea Smith couldn’t do anything spectacular—even walking and texting at the same time was a challenge. But today, she suddenly has more answers than Google, can speak and understand numerous languages, and she can fight. Like a boss.
Drea has no idea where her encyclopedic knowledge has come from, but she’ll take it when she discovers someone out there knows her secret and wants her badly. And that they’ve been searching for her since she was born.
Since she was created.
With the help of her best friend Dylan, who just wants to keep her safe, and Maddox, a mysterious new boy who is prepared to get her answers, Drea will have to push her new skills to their limit as she uncovers nothing is quite what it seems.
As she uncovers…Eugenica.
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Putting this list together was harder than I thought it would be. Only because I already picture my characters as people so choosing different people to play them just didn’t feel right. So I searched and scoured, and feel like these actors and actresses best fit the ideas I have of who’s who in Road to Eugenica.
Alexandrea (Drea) Smith – Ella Fanning (with red hair of course) I think her style is versatile enough to play meek Drea at first and kick ass Drea by the end.
Dylan Alonzo – Cody Christian – With that hair and that body nothing scream the look of Dylan more than Cody.
Maddox Georgas – Jacob Artist – Jacob is like the trifecta of acting. He sings, dances and acts, and anyone who needs to play Maddox needs to be good at a lot of things to keep up with Drea.
The Green-eyed Man – Chris Hemsworth – He’s got this brooding almost frightening way about him, and because he’s been the good-guy, Thor I think it would be great to see him in the role of the villain.
Drea’s dad (Roy) – Jack Black – Drea’s dad is funny, charming, and loveable and when I think of all of these things I think of Jack Black.
Drea’s mom (Susan) – Charlize Theron – Drea’s mom is a little more mysterious. She’s tough and completely no-nonsense. Charlize can be that intimidating figure in Drea’s life.
About A.M. Rose:
A.M. Rose is the author of Road to Eugenica, and writer of young adult novels of all genres as long as they have a hint of romance, the drinker of too much coffee (with way too much coconut creamer), and lover of all carbohydrates.
Currently, she lives in Houston, TX with her three boys (yes, her husband is in that count) and three cats. When she isn’t writing about swoony boys or ways for her MC to get into trouble, she is an avid reader, critiquer, (is that even a word?) and trampoline enthusiast.
A.M. Rose is a graduate from San Diego State University with a BA in Communication and a minor in underwater basket weaving. (Okay, maybe not the basket weaving part.)
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Title: A Dangerous Game: A Bad Boy MC
Series: Masters of Chaos MC #1
Author: Eden Rose
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2018
Sometimes you meet the right one at the wrong time.
The first time I laid eyes on Sinclair, I knew without a shadow of a doubt that I needed her. Our chemistry is amazing. We are on fire in the sheets... on the bike, the garage, the restaurants, everywhere. I've become addicted to her. She became everything to me and I would have done anything for her even if that meant sacrificing my happiness for her. Sinclair wanted more than being a biker's ol' lady and she never let us forget it. Her dad is the club's president and he's pissed as f*ck that his daughter wants away from the lifestyle and wants me to go with her. I made a vow to the brotherhood and I'm going to see it through.
Leather in, never out.
I pushed her away. I pushed her so far away that I might as well have driven her to college in the next state over myself. I keep telling myself that I did it for a reason. That I did it for her. I sacrificed everything for her to chase her dream.
I just didn't realize that her dream was to be a porn star.
The love of my life is now a porn star and is back in my life to track down who is trying to kill her family. Can I fight the temptation? Will I be able to get past the idea of her banging all these guys on camera? Can she trust me not to push her away again?
I promised myself to keep her safe. Even if that means from me.
Only time will tell but I made a deal with myself that no matter what, she will be safe even if that means she's not with me. Even if that means my heart will be broken.
I always think it's funny when people refer to themselves in third person- "Eden likes this" or "Eden likes that!"Hi, I'm Eden Rose! I absolutely love criminal justice and history. I'm full of useless information but I'm great at trivia. I'm also a big Marilyn Monroe fan to the point where my wedding was themed 1950's. I've lived in three countries and a whole bunch of states. Needless to say, I've got gipsy blood in me. I grew up in Michigan after my family decided to plant some roots. As a professional new kid in school, I was able to fabricate interesting stories about my previous life and entertain myself with the stories that I came up with. I'm a big story teller, I love sharing my ideas with everyone and until about two years ago, I just kept it to my immediate circle. One day, Savannah and Vincent popped in my head and didn't leave me alone. I knew they needed a story. After much deliberation, I decided to publish my story and then the rest was history. Stay tuned because I have a ton of ideas that are dying to be written down for you to devour and obsess over. My books are full of alpha males and sassy women who give as much as they take. Thank you for all your support and love given to me to help me pursue my dream.