Today we’re having the blog tour for Waiting for Tuesday by Taylor Sullivan. Grab your copy of it today and check out the blog tour! About Waiting for Tuesday: All I ever wanted was a home—stability, hard walls, and roots so deep they could withstand the strongest storm. Through long hours and determination, I was finally on my way, signing contracts for my brick and mortar ship, and beginning to feel settled for the first time in my life. But the night I met John Eaton, I felt that stability crumble. His smile was a mixture of little boy and pure devil at the same time. I knew his type, knew the sort of games that came with men like him. So I pushed. But he pulled harder. I tried to fight it, to shove away the connection that clawed at my heart, but it was too late. Roots dug in, grew deep, and twisted. John fell for me, and I for him. He was impossible to resist. I was his. But a secret is a dangerous thing. Held for too long, it can rip a life apart. Destroy the man I loved. Destroy us.
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When we got to the double doors, I held them open, stepping aside to let her enter the kitchen first. The room was empty, clean for the night except for the tools I’d left on the ground earlier. She slipped past me, her wild hair brushing my arm as she clutched the bag that was almost as big as she was. “Right this way,” I said, leading her to a doorway on the left. She paused when she saw the staircase and glanced over her shoulder. For a second I thought she might change her mind, come to her senses, and realize she was a tiny girl, and I was the man who’d had librarian fantasies about her all night. But she didn’t. She lifted her chin, adjusted her bag, and started climbing. I frowned. I didn’t know why, but I didn't like this one bit. All of a sudden, I wanted to lecture her about strangers. She looked like a strong woman, but I had no doubt I could snap her like a twig. My brows furrowed, and I remembered the guys who’d cornered her in the hall earlier. I followed behind her, my eyes locked on the slight sway of her hips noticeable even from under her baggy overalls, and I shook my head. When we made it to the top of the loft, my jaw ached from clenching so hard. Of course I have jumper cables. What self-respecting man doesn’t have jumper cables? I walked past her, set my drawer on the desk, and gestured to the phone. “Do you always follow strange men you just met?” I couldn’t quite explain my anger. This was exactly what I wanted, but now I was pissed she wasn’t making wiser choices. Why I felt so protective over a woman I just met was beyond me, but there was something primal about how I felt about her. Maybe my response stemmed from finding her cornered by those assholes, or the fact I grew up with three sisters, or maybe it was because she reminded me of Bambi—a deer caught in headlights, who couldn’t get out of her own way. I turned around and met her heated stare. Okay, so maybe she wasn’t as much of a Bambi after all. Her stance was wide, her cheeks red, and her eyes were as bright as a brush fire. “Do you always try to bed two women in one night?” What the hell? My brows drew together and I grinned. “Bed two women?” It shouldn't have been so amusing, but this wasn’t the reaction I’d expected. “What are you talking about?” She hoisted her bag high on her shoulder and half laughed, half scoffed. “It doesn’t matter.” She picked up the phone and began dialing. I cringed and gripped the back of my neck. I wanted to laugh at how ridiculous this was, but at the same time, I knew without a doubt that would be the wrong thing to do. I opened the lock box and tried to focus on my job, but her words bothered me and I couldn’t keep quiet. “Is that what you thought? That I was bringing you up here to sleep with you?” She shrugged then turned to face me. She was beautiful. Maybe even a little hotter when angry. “Does that mean you wan―” But my question was interrupted by her doubling over with laughter. Fair enough.
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Today we have the blog tour for WRECK by Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell! Check out this great series and enter their giveaway today! About Wreck: Kyle can have almost any woman he wants… except the one he wants most. If he falls for his boss’s daughter, it could be the biggest mistake of his life. He’s made more than his fair share. It would ruin his relationship with the man he considers almost a father, and besides, she deserves someone better than him anyway. Kinleigh knows the minute she sees the bartender in her dad’s bar that they are meant to be together. She’s heard all about his good business head, how trustworthy he is, and how much potential he has… but learning he is also the hottest man she’s ever laid eyes on had cinched the deal. She might look sweet and innocent, but looks can be deceiving. She’ll do whatever it takes to show him they belong together. Can they learn that trusting each other is the only way to find happiness? Or will they let prejudices destroy their lives? Grab your copy today! (Book 1) Crash: http://goo.gl/FaLxaa (Book 2) Fall: http://goo.gl/eooCbn (Book 3) Wreck: https://goo.gl/EIckkl
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“Kyle,” she had whispered fervently while slamming against my side and ducking under my arm. “Play along!” she begged me. “What?” I was confused and my body was already responding in embarrassing ways to the feel of her hot body pressed tightly against mine. She smiled up at me. “See that guy over there?” I turned to look in the direction she indicated, trying to see someone that stood out differently from the tightly packed herd of men and women clutching various drinks and moving to the rhythm of the music pumping through the room. Reaching up, she grabbed my jaw and turned my face back towards her. “Don’t look!” she demanded through clenched teeth. “But you said…” My thoughts had been in chaos. “Just pretend to be my boyfriend…please?”” I swallowed hard, forcing the lump in my throat to subside. I couldn’t pretend anything with her. It was all real. “Why?” I’d managed to choke out, but just barely. She’d been running one hand across my back while the other held onto my forearm as though I was her life raft. “There’s a guy over there…” Again I tried to look and again she pulled me back. “He is insisting I dance with him.” She had then deftly turned me so my back was facing the crowd with her body pressed tightly against my chest. Her fingers found their way onto my shoulders and up my neck, until landing deeply in my hair. She licked her lips. “I told him my boyfriend wouldn’t like it. He doesn’t want to take no for an answer so…” My blood boiled. I grabbed her shoulders and moved her aside, determined to find the douchebag. “No, Kyle wait!” I launched myself over the bar, scanning for anyone that could mean her harm. Seeing an overweight prick in an expensive suit leaning against the pool table, letting his eyes become too familiar with Kinleigh, convinced me I’d found him. Two steps before I’d been close enough to teach him some manners, Kinleigh had jumped between us. “Not him!” She yelled, in time to stop my fist from finding the sickly pale face behind her. “Then who?” I yelled back. She looked around nervously. “Uh…” “Kinleigh?” I was losing patience. Neither Ronan or I tolerate anyone causing trouble at the bar, but the thought of someone hitting too insistently on Kinleigh had made me furious. I told myself it was on Ronan’s behalf since he wasn’t there and this was his daughter, but I have a nasty habit of lying to myself when I can’t face my own truths. “He left. I saw him leave! You scared him away!” she insisted, pulling me back to the bar. I tried to cool off and let it go but not being able to confront the asshole had me wound too tightly. “I’m sure he won’t be back. You really scared him.” Making my way back behind the bar, I reached for the bottle of tequila and downed two shots before I could speak. I never drink on the job, but this hadn’t been normal circumstances. “What did he look like? Did he pay with a credit card? Did you get his name?” I started thinking of all the ways I could track him down. Kinleigh looked sick. “Kyle…” “Was he here with anyone?” She swallowed hard and tears filled her eyes. “I’m sorry,” she whispered.
Stacey Brandon & Karen Bell Bio: Once upon a time, these two hookers became best friends… Stacey Brandon and Karen Bell both live in the same small Texas town on the Gulf Coast, are happily married and the proud Moms of awesome kids. Stacey owns and runs a photography studio and Karen designs and sews her own children’s clothing line. They met over fifteen years ago when they decided to turn one large professional space into a single home for both businesses. Well, that’s all the boring facts expected to be included in an “about the author” page, right? The reality is so much more fun. Stacey and Karen and their families spend holidays together, travel together… and generally turn every situation into something crazy and chaotic. They are both fluent in English, Sarcasm and Profanity and have decided the irrefutable proof of their best friend status is how often people assume they are “together” when in public. The poor husbands are good sports about it… and might even encourage this misconception at times for sheer entertainment value. When Karen battled cancer… and kicked its ass… in 2014, they learned to value every day and quit worrying about what others think. Do what you love! Karen is happy to take advantage of the situation though. She loves to remind everyone she “had the CANCER, dammit!” and now she can always and forever claim the last brownie ;) Connect with Stacey and Karen: FB: https://www.facebook.com/BrandonBell.Authors/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/brandon_bell_authors/ Enter Stacey and Karen’s Giveaway: a Rafflecopter giveaway
Title: Garrett
Series: Bachelors of the Ridge #2
Author: Karla Sorensen
Release Date: Oct 21, 2016
The one thing Garrett Calder and Aurora Anderson have in common is that they absolutely hate each other.
Garrett has the job that Aurora has worked for and wanted for years and it was handed to him on a silver platter, just like everything else in his life. The fact that he manages everything with the most annoyingly handsome smile on his equally annoying, handsome face is just icing on the freaking cake.
Aurora is not only the most beautiful, but the smartest, most infuriating woman Garrett has ever had the misfortune of meeting. Her sharp tongue and inability to be charmed by him makes her somehow more maddening, and she’s never let him get away with a single thing, not for the eight years they’ve worked together.
Garrett and Aurora are pushed into a situation neither of them want to be in— forced to work together for twelve months or risk losing everything. Twelve months where they can’t kill each other. Twelve long months, and only one of them will be left standing at the end. And in the process of surviving it—and each other—they’ll discover that there’s a very fine line between love and hate.
Damn him, ooooooh, damn him and that highly amused grin that he gave me in answer. That’s what made it so much worse. Garrett Calder was handsome. He was tall and muscled with broad shoulders that looked (I could only admit this in my head, because I’d likely choke on the words if they came out of my mouth) incredible in a suit. Oh, I’d have liked it so much better if he was a hunchback with two teeth and pockmarks covering the left side of his body.
You know, have the outside match the inside.
“But my old man does?”
With brisk movements, I straightened my blue cotton blouse and sniffed. “Yes.”
Garrett leaned up against the door behind him, clearly not planning on going anywhere. Ass.
“How come?”
“You realize that I don’t have to answer you, right? It’s my prerogative who gets to call me a nickname and who doesn’t.”
When he snorted, I risked a look at him under my lashes. Still smiling that stupid smile. It was one of the non-professional things that I envied about him. The ease with which he smiled and joked, making the people around him happy in turn. The people who I reported to and the people who worked under me all respected me and liked me. But we weren’t exactly friends. We didn’t swap jokes or secrets.
But I’d take respect any day of the week, and twice on Sunday. So I straightened and faced him, giving him the full weight of my annoyed expression. “What?”
“Nothing.” He shook his head, completely amused by my snippy response.
“You are so aggravating.”
“And you are so defensive, Rory.”
I narrowed my eyes and he smothered a laugh. “I’m not defensive. I’m simply explaining to you that it’s my right to recognize that certain people are deserving of informalities over others.”
He clutched a hand to his heart. “So many big words. Stop.”
When I lifted an eyebrow, he gave me a mildly apologetic look. “Okay, fine. I’ll stick to Aurora.”
“Thank you,” I conceded. “Can I leave now? This kind of proximity to you gives me hives.”
Dylan (#1) – Released June 2016
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Dylan Steadman has never seen his stubbornness as a bad thing. It's always been easy for him to make up his mind and stick with it. It's why he works a lot, why he doesn't need to make time for a girlfriend, and why he recently decided to move across the country for a new job. His brothers and sister and happily settled, and now that all eyes have turned on him, he needs a change. He does not need a relationships, and moving to Colorado lets him breathe. What he didn't see coming was Kat, the much-too-young-for-him employee at his new restaurant.
Kat Perry doesn't have a family. She doesn't even really have friends, but that's by her choice. Her new manager, Dylan, has all the things that she should avoid: the muscles, the eyes, the smile, and the kind of white-knight syndrome that she doesn't know what the frick to do with. Dylan should be easy enough to disregard since she's managed to hold people at arm's length her whole life, especially when a relationship is the very last thing she wants But she can't ignore him, not when he befriends her, and definitely not when they tap into combustible chemistry that threatens to burn down everything around them. So instead of fighting it, they come to an agreement- just friends with a bunch of benefits on the side. Easy, right? Not exactly. Especially when the heart gets involved. **Dylan is a 70k romantic comedy with a mild/medium heat level. It is a spin-off of the Three Little Words series and can be read as a standalone.**
Well, let’s see ... I’m a wife and a mother. I’m a writer who wants to make people smile when they read my words. I own a dog that sheds roughly eighteen pounds of hair every day. I am obsessed with Outlander (both the books and the show). I’m almost exclusively a romance reader, which means some people will never consider me a literary snob. If I could meet one historical figure, it would be Jane Austen. I received my Bachelors in Public Relations and worked in health care marketing before I had my babies. I hate Twitter. I do it, but I hate it. Also, if you want to get on my good side, bring me wine and I'll love you forever.
Title: Weeds or Wishes
Series: Never Ever After #2
Author: Morgan Reeves
Release Date: Aug 15, 2016
Sometimes the truth hurts more than the lie.
Samantha Townsend knows a thing or two about love. She’d had it not once, but twice, and watched it slip through her fingers both times. But she got through it. She was always the silver lining kind of girl. Life never gives you more than you can handle. Right? When Sammi moves back to her old town, she’s faced with the one who got away. The first love. The big love. Connor Moore was everything she’d ever wanted in a boy. And now that they’re all grown up, she’s finding that she loves the man even more. But some secrets are so big they break lives. And some truths are so hard that they can’t be overcome. When the weight of their decisions makes itself known, Sammi and Connor will need to decide how far they’re willing to go to find their happily ever after. If it even exists.
A hard knot had settled in the back of my throat as I walked away. The taste of the smoothie had turned bitter in my mouth, and I swallowed convulsively. I wasn’t even sure if I felt anger or relief at this point. Somewhere along the way, something had broken deep inside of this man, and I didn’t have the faintest idea how to fix it. I didn’t even know what it was. Just that it had left behind a caustic personality I couldn’t get around. Not for any length of time that mattered.
I thought again of the feel of our hands intertwined, the dry brush of skin and warm fingers locked through mine. But it wasn’t enough. That flash of electricity, the thrill when I won a grin, wasn’t worth the harsh words and stormy silences.
In the past, women used arsenic to make themselves beautiful. It would brighten their features and make them more alluring. A spark of beauty and light. Of course, then it killed them. Beautiful poison was still just that. And Connor Moore was the worst type, it seemed. He was the kind of poison who drew you in and got you addicted before you ever realized it was harmful.
We made it back to the car and threaded our way through downtown traffic. The ride was silent. No radio, no chatter. Only the quiet whine of wheels on pavement. I stared out of the window as we passed field after field on our way home. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched Connor’s hands flex repeatedly on the steering wheel, and when he hit it with the palm of his hand, I didn’t even flinch.
He pulled off to the shoulder of the old, two-lane highway before he unclipped his seatbelt and twisted to face me. “Sammi,” he said with a helpless look. “I can’t… I don’t…” His groan was harsh and guttural, and he leaned forward, cupped his hand behind my head, and kissed me.
The contact was like a spark. His lips to mine fanned a flame I hadn’t even recognized was burning. It stole my breath. I’d been waiting for this kiss for a long time. So long, that it was almost physically painful to pull away. But I did. Poison, my mind whispered. Danger.
“No.”
Morgan Reeves is the author of the Never Ever After series. When she isn’t writing, Morgan chases around two energetic minions and tries to convince her loving husband that a miniature pig would make a great pet. She is also extremely fond of iced tea and hot coffee. You can find her books on all major retail sites, and she always loves to hear from readers so feel free to send her a message. Morgan currently lives in Raleigh, NC.
SynopsisIn an age of casual hook-ups, can love survive the test of time? Juniper and Kyle meet when she is dangling forty feet from a museum scaffolding. Juniper Mills is a straitlaced but sassy curator at a History Museum. Raised by her mother to hate men, she worries she’ll die a frigid scholar in a musty house with an army of cats and a lake of books. Kyle Paxton is an intense and intimidating inventor of a successful micro camera from San Francisco. He schedules dating like his work—with robotic precision. This helps him cope with the dark memories of his ex-girlfriend, who still haunts him. Not looking for love, he only hooks up with Amazonian models. When he joins the museum board, Juniper falls for him. She wants him, but knows it's going to be as hard as catching the ocean in a teacup. Juniper becomes Kyle’s obsession, but the tragic secrets of his past cloud his feelings. Juniper manages to knock Kyle’s world off its axis and their galaxies collide in this very unfairy tale. But can they overcome their differences and stop a hateful and vindictive person from tearing them apart? Juniper Smoke is a smoking hot read with fun twists, dark secrets and edge-of-your-seat drama. Nothing is as it seems and no one behaves as you would expect.GoodreadsPurchase LinksAmazon US: http://amzn.to/2dYtdMG Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2e6rDnI Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2dSCAK7 Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2e33keu Giveaway$10 Amazon Gift Card Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/0cba4250349/? About the AuthorSadia Ash is an art and history obsessed geek who loves all things British and literary. She has held jobs that always involved writing (and never math) in some way. She is currently working on two other novels and a film script. She lives in sun-drenched Cali with her husband—who is her best friend—and two bright kids.Connect with SadiaNewsletter: http://eepurl.com/ckaWNj Facebook Author Page: http://bit.ly/2dp6Zxc Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/2efdWUY Instagram: http://bit.ly/2e3yXm3 Twitter: http://bit.ly/2ejb8ZB Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2dZlMkS
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Photo Credit: Scott Hoover Photography Model: Josh Kloss Release Date: October 21, 2016 SynopsisOur love was fatal. Weston Carter was all kinds of wrong for a girl like me. He was musician, a womanizer, and a first class heartbreaker. But our love was epic, the kind people wrote stories about. We fell into it hard, unable to control our feelings. The first time we met I knew. Emilia was my love. My muse. The woman who owned my soul. Emilia was perfection. Two shattered hearts. Two broken lives. One fucked up love story. GoodreadsPurchase Links
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Giveaway$25 Amazon Gift Card Direct Link: http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/0cba4250353/? About the AuthorCallie Anderson is a wife, mother and writer, who embraces the truth, then weaves it into a magical tale of romance and heartache.Connect with CallieNewsletter sign-up link: http://eepurl.com/bypoqX Facebook Author Page: http://bit.ly/2bBAEGG Facebook Fan Group: http://bit.ly/2bcEBAF Goodreads Author Page: http://bit.ly/2bKPUzv Goodreads Fan Group: http://bit.ly/2baKT6u Twitter: http://bit.ly/2bd1il9 Instagram: http://bit.ly/2bJSoNC Amazon Author Page: http://amzn.to/2c0Izz2 “Promise me one thing. Promise me you’ll live.” Emotional. Beautiful. Love. The Promise by Melody Grace is NOW AVAILABLE!! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2eGg6P7 Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2eGePYa Nook: http://bit.ly/2eovHjj iBooks: http://apple.co/2ejjVp1 Kobo: http://bit.ly/2ekVZmB Claire Fortune arrives in Boston with an old notebook and her best friend’s dying wish – to finish the scribbled bucket list that Hope didn’t have time to complete. Moment by moment, Claire builds a life she never dreamed of – until Theo walks into the coffee-shop one crisp September afternoon, and her careful plans scatter on the winds. Sometimes a chance meeting can change a life forever. Sometimes fate knows exactly what we need. Perfect for fans of ‘Me Before You’ and ‘The Fault in Our Stars’, ‘The Promise’ brings together two people searching for a love that can overcome tragedy. A heartbreakingly romantic novel that challenges us to live – and love - every day as if it were our last. About the Author Hi! I’m Melody Grace, author of the bestselling Beachwood Bay series. Some things about me: 1. I’m a small-town girl turned California beach lover. 2. spent my childhood with my nose in a book before deciding to try and write one myself. I love all kinds of genres – from thrillers to YA and mystery – but romance has always been a passion of mine. 3. I love pistachio ice-cream, vanilla lattes, bad action movies, and Grey’s Anatomy (yes, I’m still watching… I can’t quit!). 4. I have an uncanny sense of direction. I once drove halfway across Canada without GPS or a map! 5. I have two adorable rascal cats named Bucky and Steve, I rescued them as kittens, and yes, I spoil them rotten. 6. I’m allergic to chocolate! 7. I love sexy, heart-felt reads with strong heroines and swoon-worthy men. Why don’t you check out a couple of my books and meet your new book boyfriends? Follow Her: Website, Facebook, Twitter, Goodreads
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RELEASE DATE: November 8th
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I once read that every warrior hoped an honorable death would find him. I always went looking for mine, but not even the Reaper wanted me.
I was trained to kill. I was trained to not ask why. To take orders and just march in line. Hooah motherfucker.
Life or death.
Ride or die.
And Iâm not only talking about the military. Iâm talking about the life that led me on the road to nowhere.
My life.
I fought for my brothers.
I fought for my family.
I fought for my country.
And I fought for herâ¦
Never realizing I might die for them too.
I sat under a tree in an open field, waiting for the twelve oâclock train to pass through town. Another habit I formed growing up. I loved nothing more than trucking through the woods on my dirt bike near the tracks. Finding myself in the middle of nowhere, relishing the freedom.
Waitingâ¦
Thinkingâ¦
Contemplatingâ¦
The past. The present. The future.
Then. Now. Forever.
My fucking life.
Wishing I could get on the next train and never look back. But it was just that. A wish. A glimmer of hope outside of the bullshit called my life. Nothing had changed since the last time I fucking lived in this goddamn town. No welcome home party from family or friends, no thanks or parades from the town residents for serving our country.
Nothing.
Everything I had done, I had done it for him. If I didnât have my baby brother, Noah, to look after, I would have never come back here. I thought I was done with this place, I left my past behind and everything that came along with being a Jameson. Then life reared its ugly head and snapped me back to my reality. In the end it never mattered, I would always be on the wrong side of the tracks and they would always lead me to the wrong station. Changing my people, places, and things throughout the years didnât help change the outcome of the choices Iâd made. Of the things Iâd done.
I fought for my goddamn brothers.
I fought for my goddamn country.
Never realizingâ¦
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LUNDYN
I tried to do everything in my power to distance myself from Maverick Strong; Even putting some miles between us by moving across country. Yet, here I find myself back where I started from - in my hometown and too close to Maverick. This time there will be no running away. This time I am finally putting an end to this vendetta.
MAVERICK
Trying to forget her was like trying to avoid a head-on collision with a semi truck - it just wasn’t happenin’. My little sister’s best friend and my enemy since sophomore year. Our hate is mutual and a must - it’s also fun. When Lundyn moves back home after leaving town the day after … Ah, I’m getting ahead of myself. Either way, the hate is still strong and if hating isn’t right, I don’t want to be wrong.
“Bitch better have my money.” Rihanna and I sing in the car as I travel down Interstate 35, heading back to Lansing, Texas, or Lan-sun as the locals pronounce it. For the hundredth time, I check my odometer to ensure I’m not speeding – you know since I am unemployed and all, and can’t afford to pay a ticket. The cruise control in my late model dull red Honda Accord went out when N’Sync was still the craze. My favorite part of the song comes on so I leave one hand on the wheel and make a mock gun with the other.
“Like, block, block, block.” I sing with so much gangsta that I scare myself while I emulate someone shooting a gun out my window. My heart nearly leaps out of my chest as I realize a moment too late that I just finger shot at a parked cop car. Trying to keep myself cool I divert my attention back to the road. “Sorry Rihanna, you gotta go.” The music dissipates and so does my ‘wanna fuck you up’ attitude.
Suddenly, my mouth goes dry, and my chest fills with dread as red and blue lights flood my car.
“Oh fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, fuck.” What is it about being pulled over that makes you rethink every dumb life decision you’ve ever made? Like, I wonder if he will know I smoked weed in the tenth grade or last week—who’s keeping track? Once I’m parked securely on the side of the highway, I lean over my messy console were empty cups and receipts go to die reaching for my wallet and insurance card.
“Put your hands where I can see them,” a booming male voice demands over the squad car loudspeaker.
My hands jerk up as if they’re tied to puppeteer's string.
“Holy, shit,” I squeak as sweat beads form across my brow, under my pits, under my breasts. Well, shit… I’m a sweaty fucking mess. Now I realize it’s true what they say, your life does flash before your eyes when you are about to die. Well, in my case, the last twenty-four hours are flashing; from me getting fired, packing up and fleeing from that shit hole called Virginia, jumping to now— about to get thrown in prison for finger shooting an officer. Prison! I can’t go to prison, I’m claustrophobic as fuck, and I am petite. I will definitely be someone’s bitch on the first night. I didn’t think twice about prison when I was about to pounce on Olivia, but now when it’s in my face – oh hell to the no.
A heavy knock on my window ejects me from my mental nightmare. With my hands still suspended in the air, I turn wide-eyed to look at the trooper. He isn’t crouching, so the only thing I see is his uniform covered midsection.
I don’t know if it’s fear, adrenaline, or pure stupidity that prompts me to yell out, “I’m claustrophobic and can’t become someone’s bitch!” This is followed by a few heavy pants that nearly make me lightheaded.
RD Berg lives in the great state of Texas with her three boys who drive her to the brink of insanity most days. She loves to read, write and watch her two favorite shows, Game of Thrones and The Walking Dead. When she isn’t enthralled with a novel or a gory show, you can find her in the stands loudly cheering on her boys at their basketball and football games. She has three strong beliefs in life; Vanilla cake and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream should be a major food group, Halloween should be celebrated every month, and Harry Potter’s birthday should be a national holiday.
I'm Texas proud with the accent to prove it. During the day I wear scrubs as a cape and try to save the world one patient at a time as a nurse. At night, mainly Friday nights, you can find me with a glass of wine faithfully by my side while I type away on the computer. I seem to get my days and nights mixed up, because my best ideas seem to come around midnight, so I'm a complete night owl. I have a long-term boyfriend who puts up with my crazy and a black lab named Sadie AKA Sadie Lady. In the in-between times of my life, I'm just tryin' to survive my twenties with beer, good friends and fun adventures!
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Jay Crownover returns with her most complicated hero yet, in the first book in the romantic suspense series The Breaking Point.Don’t be fooled.Don’t make excuses for me.I am not a good man.I’ve seen things no one should, done things no one should talk about. Honor and conscience have no place in my life. But I’ve fought and I’ve survived. I’ve had to.The first time I saw her dancing on that seedy stage in that second rate club, I felt my heart pulse for the first time. Keelyn Foster was too young, too vibrant for this place, and I knew in an instant that I would make her mine. But first I had to climb my way to the top. I had to have something more to offer her.I’m here now, money is no object and I have no equal. Except for her. She’s disappeared. But don’t worry, I will find her and claim her. She will be mine.Like I said, don’t be fooled. I am not the devil in disguise… I’m the one standing front and center.Order HONOR in ebook or paperback, releasing 10/18/16Amazon US | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | KoboAmazon UK | Amazon Canada | Amazon AustraliaAdd to your Goodreads
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KEELYN Maybe if I hadn’t spent the last six months slinging pancakes and greasy hash to hungover hipsters and avoiding the too-curious eyes of the cops who like to hit up the diner for early-morning breakfast, I would have noticed the ominous shift in the air. Before I came to Denver six months ago, my senses had been honed to pick up on the slightest threat. Before, anything that might be dangerous, that might put me in peril, had made my skin tingle, made everything inside of me vibrate with awareness. Now I had settled into a simple, dreary rhythm. Every day was the same as the one before it and there was no outside threat constantly hounding me, hunting me, haunting me. I let my guard down. I had gone soft, and as a result the biggest danger of them all managed to slip into my new normal without giving any kind of hint he was there. My nonslip shoe—that were probably the ugliest things ever made but absolutely necessary considering the greasy food the tiny kitchen pumped out—squeaked on the laminate floor as I made my way over to the lone patron who had taken the last available seat in my section. The massive plastic menu completely covered his face, but the Rolex on his wrist and the perfect cut of his suit jacket let me know he wasn’t my typical kind of customer. There wasn’t a flannel shirt or police blues in sight, and as I got closer, a whiff of something exotic and familiar engulfed my senses and stopped me in my tracks. Of all the things I had left behind, he was the one I had tried hardest to forget. The tingling across my skin spread. My tummy tightened. Blood rushed loudly between my ears. My shaking fingers curled around the pen in my hand like a weapon. Before I could pull it together and walk away, the menu lowered and I was pinned to the spot, immobilized by eyes the color of spice rum. They were wicked eyes. Eyes that saw far too much and gave nothing away. Eyes I daydreamed about. Eyes that caused me to wake up in a cold sweat. Eyes that turned me inside out and shook me up as they made a slow perusal from the top of my head to the tips of my god-awful shoes, returning to my face and staying there as I struggled to keep my shit together. He slowly put the menu down on the cracked tabletop and leaned back in the booth. He was strikingly out of place here and I absolutely hated how that sexy twist of his mouth, a mouth that I dreamed about almost every night, made my traitorous heart flutter and my pulse kick. I was also strikingly out of place here, but I’d learned to fake it. He, obviously, never bothered to fake anything. He wasn’t a man with virtuous intentions and he never pretended to be. Gone were the mile-high stilettos that I always wore. In their place I now donned work shoes that prevented me from falling on my ass as I ran food and dirty dishes to and from the kitchen. I was hiding in plain sight, knowing that the last place on earth anyone who might come looking for me would check out would be this greasy spoon. This was the opposite of me and the life I had always lived, so even though I could afford better, craved more, this was where I needed to be…until he showed up.
About Jay Crownover: Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men, The Point,and the Saints of Denver series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.
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