When I Know Your Name by Gemma M. Lawrence
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Elena Dumont is being watched. No one believes her, but she knows. She feels it.
A kidnap, a betrayal and a choice soon alter her life forever.
Will she make that choice? Will she give up everything she knows to be with a man
who should be her enemy?
And will she find the person who wants her dead before they strike again?
3.5 Heart Review by Ashley
I don't exactly know how to put into words what I just read. I finished When I Know Your Name and I just sat there staring into space. A mixture of confused, anxious and satisfied.
There was something about Elena that I liked. She was sharp and strong. Brave and at the same time vulnerable. Her situation changed her. How could it not? It didn't hurt that Ethan was there to keep her safe and quasi sane.
I liked that Ethan was a not so bad bad guy. He gave Elena the space she needed to work through her feelings and make her own choices. But he also helped her ask the right questions. And start standing up for her feelings and not brushing them under the rug. And in her quest for answers she stood her ground and followed her gut.
Talk about a wild and twisted ride. Gemma Lawrence kept me guessing who was behind it all until the very end when all was revealed. And even then, my jaw was on the floor. Ethan and Elena's love story is unconventional to say the least, but it was uniquely theirs and they owned every aspect of it.
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Gemma loves to read books that have plenty of psychological drama mixed with sizzling chemistry, and that's what you'll get from her too.
Gemma lives in Hampshire with her husband, daughter, and two cats.
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Today we have an excerpt blitz for L.B. Alexander’s Swan Lake, which is re-releasing with bonus material September 15th! Check it out and be sure to pre-order your copy today!
Title: Swan Lake
Author: L.B. Alexander
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Re-release Date: September 15th
About Swan Lake:
And then, there was quiet.
Physically, I knew nothing had changed. My heart still raced. My legs still shook. My breaths were short and shallow, and my stomach continued to flip.
But there was an unmistakable hush, and I couldn't tell if that exquisite solace was sourced from my body or from his. It was as if I'd spent my entire life surrounded by white noise, and I was experiencing true, absolute silence for the first time.
My fearful body was not dancing to anxiety.
It was dancing entirely to arousal.
All April wants is a moment of quiet. But due to an ongoing struggle with mental illness, silence has become an elusive privilege she fears she'll never capture. An eating disorder has brought her burgeoning ballet career to a sudden halt, and a traumatic experience in a strict rehabilitation facility has rendered her more humble than ever. Now that she has returned to her native Southern California, April is content to conceal the dangerous half of herself she fears under a tenuous white mask of control.
But the façade is disrupted when April meets William - her older, mysterious, and disgraced new employer. She finds freedom in him, for like her, he is also two-natured. There's a mask he shows the world.
And a dark, true half he hides...
A novel in three acts.
“Who are you?”
The rich, deep timbre of his voice, like the basso strings of an overture, activated a strange instinct within me, something primordial that almost urged me to dance again. It went beyond rational explanation, beyond intelligence, beyond thought. It was a mindless, unconditioned, purely physical reaction to an auditory stimulus—an electrifying, tingling command that spread throughout my entire body, apexed in the most hidden depths of my torso.
He’d spoken only three words to me, yet it felt like I had been summoned by biblical commandments. As automatic as jumping from the touch of fire, or salivating from hunger, I oriented myself in the direction of his voice and took three steps before I even realized it.
“April. Ekdahl,” I replied once I found my voice, keeping my gaze fixed on the floor.
“And what the hell are you doing dancing in my office?”
My stomach sank even further—he had seen me making a fool of myself. Surely this meant I would be fired. I thought I would pass out from humiliation.
But a curious surprise kept me from launching fully into an anxiety attack— something unique about his voice. His speech was faintly accented by a language or culture I couldn’t readily pinpoint.
I locked my hands behind my back and straightened my posture to the best of my ability, but I was already trembling. I wouldn’t be able to keep the panic restrained for much longer, for the chains were already beginning to rattle and splinter.
“Sorry, I...umm...I’m Ellen’s new assistant, sir. I was hired this morning. She asked me to prepare your coffee and...drop off these documents for your signature.”
If there was ever a time for me to sound confident and assured, it was now. So naturally, I sounded like a child.
It certainly didn’t help that my shoes were lazily resting several feet away from me on what was surely an expensive rug.
I thought about gesturing to the table where I’d left the coffee and folders, but it felt as if some kind of force was keeping me anchored where I stood.
A few moments of silence passed between us.
“Do you always look at your feet when you talk, April?”
It didn’t really sound like a question, but his hard voice had softened considerably. While not exactly friendly, there was a remote element of...humor? I couldn’t be sure.
Automatically, I raised my head to meet his gaze.
And immediately, I wished I hadn’t.
Mr. Wolfe was entirely...wolflike. Standing in a very well-tailored three-piece charcoal suit, he possessed the refined sophistication of an executive.
And the hypnotic, dangerous beckoning of a mystical beast.
About L.B. Alexander:
L.B. Alexander is an American author based in perpetually sunny California, specializing in high romance and women’s fiction. An optimist at heart, and a true believer in happily ever afters, she strives to tell memorable, passionate stories that can intrigue, challenge, arouse and most importantly, inspire.
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Title: The Italian Marriage
A The Italians Series Standalone
Author: N.J. Adel
Genre: Standalone Dark Mafia Romance
Release Date: August 28, 2020
Walk down the altar or die
If it were up to me, the choice would be easy
But I have to live. I won't let my son be raised by the devil that killed his father.
Enzio Lanza owns my dead husband's life. He even has his face.
My husband's twin killed his own brother and inherited his kingdom, his wife and child included.
I will marry the monster that ripped my family and heart apart
I will teach my boy how to finish what his father started before he was shot by his own twin brother
We will have our revenge, one kill at a time
I'll leave Enzio Lanza to the end, and I won't make it quick.
The Italian Marriage is a forbidden dark Italian Mafia forced marriage standalone.
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My body behaved in two different manners. My stomach revolted. My skin crawled. My teeth clenched. My heart banged. My limbs and shoulders tensed. I was hunching and purring like a cat in front of a rabid dog, praying he’d just go away.Even when he was on top of me uninvited.
At the same time, my skin tingled, my nipples hardened, my breath hitched, my cheeks burned. My p*ussy throbbed. It was as if I liked the way he looked at me. Welcomed it. Didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want him to go.
But how? Why? I hated Enzio more than any other person in the world. I wanted him to suffer. I wanted him dead.
It must have been his looks. My body burned and itched solely for these. Trained to lust over them and only them. My pussy couldn’t recognize they now belonged to the man that wanted to violate me and I was planning to destroy, not the man I loved with all my heart.
Wrong husband, body. Wrong husband. We hate this one. Remember that. Please.
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N. J. Adel, the author of The Italian Heartthrob, All the Teacher’s Pets, Her Royal Harem and I Hate You then I Love You series, is a cross genre author. From chocolate to books and book boyfriends, she likes it DARK and SPICY.
Bikers, mobsters, rock stars, dirty Hollywood heartthrobs, smexy guards and men who serve. She loves it all.
She is a loather of cats and thinks they are Satan’s pets. She used to teach English by day and write dirty, dark and twisted reads by night with her German Shepherd, Leo. Now, she only writes the fun and dirty dark and twisted stories.
#SurvivalTip: It’s not stalking if you show your face.
I was a glutton for punishment. No doubt in my mind I was in over my head and needed professional help. I had driven to the yoga studio in the next town where Avery taught. Now, I sat in my car, engine still running, willing myself to get the hell out. I watched her through the window. She was in a hot pink sports bra and soft grey leggings. Her hair was in its signature ponytail. There was a bounce in her step as she walked around the empty space of the studio pouring oil into the diffusers. She was in her zen arena, and I had no rational way of explaining my motive other than this woman had Owen and walked away. Why? There had to be something twisted inside her. Some narcissism or schizophrenia that would compel her to leave a man who was pretty close to perfect.
Convinced I had boarded the train to crazy town, I knew I had to get out of here before she saw me. A rap on my window caused me to jump and let out a yelp. I turned to my left, horrified to see Holly standing outside my car door. I lowered my window. “Oh my God! I thought that was you! What are you doing here?” She was practically bouncing.
“Um, Avery had invited me a few times, but my stomach is a little funky… bad sushi… so I think I’m going to head out.”
“Nonsense. Yoga is great for the digestive system. Come on, you’re going to freak over this class. Avery is amazing. You’ll love her.”
“Avery! Look who I found outside!” Holly grabbed my arm as if I might run away if she didn’t hold on to me. I didn’t blame her. There was a good chance I would flee at the first opportunity. Like a cat in an alley, scouring out the corners, looking for a place to hide, I was in full blown feral mode. If Avery came too close, there was a good chance I’d scratch her.
Avery was overjoyed to see me, her mouth agape as she waved her arms. It was exactly how a cult leader would look if they were trying to lull me into a false sense of security. Her eyes were the size of saucers as she ran over to me, and her beautiful features suddenly held an alien quality to them.
“No way!” She pulled me into a deep hug. Damn this chick was solid. She was smaller than me, and it freaked me out, because I was pretty sure she could kick my ass. “I can’t believe you came! This is amazing. I’m telling you, after tonight, you will be hooked, right, Holly?”
“She’s so right. I swear if I miss a session, my body is quick to let me know—total withdrawal. I need this every week.”
“Have you taken yoga before, Ms. Quinn?”
“You can call me Piper.” It was clear they were all on a first name basis, and I didn’t want to be the old lady rigid in formality. I sized up Avery, trying to decipher how old she was. Owen was my year in school so we were the same age, but this woman, with her flawless skin that had never seen the sun without being protected in SPF 50, was still soaking in the glory of a body that was barely three decades old. “Not really. A few times here or there, but nothing too advanced. I’m not very flexible,” I admitted.
“Well, flexibility comes with practice, and that’s what this is. I don’t see it as exercise so much as a way of life.” Damn she was serious. “I need water every day. I need food, I need sleep. I also need yoga.”
There were at least ten other women in the room, and so I walked toward the back, but Holly grabbed my arm and told me to sit next to her. She unfurled her yoga mat, and that’s when I realized I hadn’t brought one.
“Avery has extra.” Holly jogged over to the corner and pulled a grey mat from the box. She laid it out in front of me, revealing the turquoise lotus flower that was printed in the center. I thanked Holly and sat on the lotus flower, copying Avery, who was now seated on the floor.
“Welcome back everyone.” Avery’s voice was silky smooth.
Avery folded her legs in front of her in a way I referred to in kindergarten as “pretzel style” and took a few deep breaths. Her eyes were closed, and I soon became aware that everyone around me had also closed their eyes, trusting Avery’s voice to take them on this meditative journey. That was asking a lot of me, but not about to be caught staring at her, I closed my eyes and tried my best to breathe in a way that was not natural at all.
The breathing lasted a long time, and although I was supposed to be letting my thoughts melt away and empty my mind of heaviness, I was too busy burying myself in clutter as I tacked up insecurity after insecurity. The anxiety reached new heights when we were actually expected to transition from breathing to different animal poses. I didn’t know I’d have to be a cat, cow, cobra, and dog all in one flow. We were moving from downward dog to plank to cobra when Avery tilted her head, got up, and walked over to me. Crap. I was doing something wrong.
“Come back up to downward facing dog.” I did as she instructed and was surprised when she came behind me and held my hips. “Okay, you want to open up your hips more, spread your legs a bit wider, and really fall back into this stretch.” She kept one hand on my left hip, her right hand rested gently on my back. I hoped I wasn’t sweaty.
“Your goal is to have your heels touch the ground. It won’t happen right away.” She got beside me, mimicking the proper pose. My hamstrings were burning, which caused my legs to tremble. The blood rushed to my head; I raised my gaze and caught what we looked like in the mirror. It was a bad decision. The mirror only exposed how I felt— disoriented and in physical pain, while Avery bent over beside me, modeling the pose with ease.
“You want your body to become an upside down V. See?” I nodded and prayed she’d move on to another victim. The gods must have shown pity on me because she bounced back up and went to the front to show us the next pose.
From the new fairy godmother of melting-hot romance, Ava Ryan, comes The Billionaire's Princess, the first standalone in the Fairy Tale Billionaire series.