Lucy has always been a good girl. The most hardcore thing she's done in her life was falling for a divorced man ten years her senior.
But he was the love of her life and she married him. When her Peter Pan of a husband decided to divorce her, she thought it was her chance to start anew. That was until she was diagnosed with breast cancer. Besides looking like Britney circa 2007, she is taking it well, real well. You might see her walk around the hospital during chemo sessions with bright colored wigs and outrageous t-shirts that seem to shock the most conservative employees. One of them reads F U CANCER.
I should have suspected something. Instead, when the doorbell rang, I opened the door without the slightest idea of what was waiting for me.
Beverly showed up on my doorstep along with the man I had tried to keep away all week.
“Shit,” I said. “What now?”
Brandon smiled, but looked sheepish, which made me worry. He was holding a bouquet of roses, and handed it to me without saying a word. I took it and thanked him, and when I locked eyes with his, I felt a million different feelings unleash inside of me.
He was giving me that hooded, cautious look. His eyes looked a deeper blue than usual. My eyes fell on his mouth and I realized how much I had missed his touch.
I wanted to jump into his arms, but there was still doubt in my heart and it was weighing the happy-go-lucky part of me down.
“Okay, so…as you might have guessed by now, you and I aren’t going anywhere,” Beverly spoke. “But you and Brandon are going on a little adventure–”
“What?” I turned to her snapping out of my Brandon-induced daydream.
“Yes! And you have to leave, like…right now. So, chop-chop!”
I looked at Brandon quizzically. “What do you have to say? Cat got your tongue?” I joked.
“I want you to come with me. I don’t want to have to persuade you. I’m also afraid I’m going to spill the beans and ruin the whole thing,” he said.
“You seem pretty good at keeping things to yourself,” I sneered.
“Alright! Easy, woman! Come on, time to go!” She came behind me and started pushing me towards Brandon’s car.
“Okay, okay!” I took my purse, locked the house and unwillingly walked to the car, all with the flowers in my arms. “Crap! I forgot about the flowers. I turned to Beverly. “You have the keys to my house, right? Would you mind putting them in a vase?”
“I’ll do it,” she replied.
“But first, there’s something else I have to do.” She exchanged a look with Brandon and I stared confused at the two of them.
She got a strip of black fabric out of her purse. What the hell was that?
“Turn around,” she commanded.
“Turn around. I have to put this blindfold on you.”
“Seriously?” I gasped. How could these two people be those I used to think I trusted? “Am I not coming willingly?” I asked Brandon.
“This is her idea,” he replied, tilting his head in Beverly’s direction.
Of course. I should have known. Miss lover of kinky steamy romance novels.
“Well, it’s not necessary,” I argued.
“It totally is,” Beverly rebuffed. “It’s going to ruin the whole surprise. Wear the motherfucking blindfold or so help me God, Lucy.”
“Okay, okay.” Jeez. Who knew she could be such a Bossypants? “You’re making me reconsider our friendship, you know,” I told her.
“Lies,” she said, tying the knot behind my head. “All done!” she exclaimed and then pinched my butt.
“Awww, stop it, you sissy. Give me these.” She took the flowers from my arms. Brandon took my hand and just the feeling of his warm fingers around mine, made my heart jump a little. I exhaled.
“I promise you, this is going to be good,” he whispered in my ear. God, his voice sounded even sexier than I remembered.
He helped me in the car and put the seatbelt around me. His lips brushed against mine just for a second, and I gasped.
“I have to admit, I do like this blindfold,” he teased.
“Of course you do.”
“I almost forgot,” Beverly said. She took my hand and placed some lightweight object in my hand. It was shaped like a square and it was made of paper.
“What is it?”
“A CD mix. A little ‘sorry for blindfolding you, friend, have a great time on your mystery road trip’ playlist.”
“Road trip?” I asked.
“Oops, I said too much. Anyway, I’m sure you’re going to hate me a little less after you listen to it.”
“If you say so.”
“Have a fabulous night and don’t forget to tell your best friend she’s the best when you end up having a great time.”
“We’ll see about that,” I joked and smiled, but I wondered if she knew I was joking. I couldn’t see her and wasn’t sure if she was smiling.
“Bye, Lucy. I wuv you!”
“Wuv you too!”
She closed the door, and a moment later I heard Brandon’s door open and he sat in the passenger seat. He closed his door and started the car.
“Where are we going?” I asked him.
“Well, at the moment, I can’t see anything.” He laughed. It was a warm, rich sound that eased up the nervousness and made me smile.
“I missed your smile,” he said. “I can’t believe you had the strength to stay away from me a whole week.”
“Eight days,” I corrected him.
“Were you going to keep giving me the cold shoulder if I hadn’t showed up at your door?”
“I don’t know.” I heard him exhale a deep breath and wondered if that hurt his feelings. It was easier to be indifferent to him when he wasn’t around. Now, in the small space of the car, my head swam in his scent, his words made my heartbeat speed up, and a warm and fuzzy feeling spread into my chest. The knots in my stomach dissolved and the words almost come rushing out of my mouth.
“I missed you too.”
“Good,” he said.
Hilaria Alexander was born and raised in the south of Italy, where her family still lives. She attended college at the Istituto Universitario Orientale in Naples, Italy, and lived one year in Tokyo, Japan, as part of an exchange student program. She now lives in Oklahoma City with her husband and kids. When she isn't at work, she is reading, catching up on her favorite TV shows and coming up with new stories. She loves traveling and is a self-proclaimed concert addict.
FU Cancer is her third romance novel. She published her first novel, Prude, in January 2015, and a second one, This Love, in August 2015.
Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She's a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there's kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn't seem to complain, however. When she isn't reading or writing sexy stories, she's probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She's also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn't do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.
My Papai always said wine made everything better. Countless times he uttered those familiar words to me— “The Merlot will melt your problems away meu amor. With a good bottle of wine in your hand, you hold the magical key to anything you want.”
I believed my father whole heartily, until my world came crashing down on me at twenty-four years old.
It wasn’t going to take wine to help Brody and I find our way back to one another. It was going to take fighting … not only for our love--
But for my life.Her eyes met mine, and I swear I’d never felt my stomach twist and turn like that. She was gorgeous. Dark brown hair pulled up neatly on her head, green eyes that danced with excitement, and skin that looked like it had been kissed by the sun. When I accidentally brushed my hand across her shoulder, my entire body caught fire. It only took me a few minutes to get myself back under control so I could speak to her, but the jerk sitting across from her started talking to her. “So, Brynlee, what are you getting your degree in?” he asked. Brynlee smiled politely, but I got the feeling she didn’t want to talk to him. “Business management.” Bingo. My cue. “Really? Same here,” I cut in as I turned to Brynlee. “Well, chemical engineering with a minor in business.” Brynlee turned and looked at me with the sweetest smile. I actually had to concentrate on breathing while I looked at those beautiful bee-stung lips. “Wow, that’s impressive. I wonder if we’ve had any classes together?” Hell no. I’d remember seeing this beautiful creature. “Must not have.” Keeping the grin on her face, she shrugged. “Well, some of those classes were huge. You could have been in the back or something.” I lifted my beer and took a drink as Brynlee’s eyes fell to my lips. Setting my beer back on the table, I gave her a panty-melting smile, ensuring to show my dimples. She seemed to like them. Her breath caught every time she looked at them. “I’m pretty damn sure I’d have noticed you if you were in any of my classes, Brynlee.”
Ashley has a degree in Psychology and has worked in the Human Services field for five years. She loves reading romance, new adult, paranormal and fantasy novels. She lives in Spruce Grove, Alberta with her boyfriend, two dogs and four cats. She also has a horse she loves with all her heart. When she is not working with the horses, reading and writing, you can find her on social media.
TITLE : His Light In The Dark
AUTHOR : L.A. Fiore
RELEASE DATE : February 9, 2016
COVER DESIGN BY :
Murphy Rae at Indie Solutions
My first memory was of a slap, hard across the face: the sting on my cheek and the jarring of my bones as I slammed back into my bed. It was my dad who had hit me.
I had been four.
Most of my memories were much of the same and no one ever saw, no one ever fought to help, no one ever cared.
Then we moved.
My new neighbor cared, rescued the twelve-year-old I had been from a beating. Always thought I'd suffer the nightmare alone, I was wrong.
Mace Donati saved me that day in all the ways a person could be saved.
And his daughter, Mia, she became the friend I had always wanted, my conscience when my own faltered, the light that led me home when I had lost my way.
The girl who grew into the only woman I would ever love.
But when you realize you're more like your father than the good people who took you in and gave you a home, the only way to return their kindness is to let them go.
I let them go, got so far lost in the shadows I couldn't remember who I was anymore. Mia never gave up on me. She fought for me, kept the light on so I'd find my way back.
And when I did, life threw us a curveball. I had to hurt Mia in order to save her.
But when my past comes back to haunt me and I almost lose her, I'm ready to fight for her...fight to find a way back into her heart while keeping the demons from my past from finishing what they started.
~ Cole Campbell
I'm a born and bred Coloradan. While I now reside in Virginia, the land of the Rocky Mountains is where I've left a piece of my heart and where my characters come to life. When I'm not writing I'm reading; when I'm not reading I'm writing...you know how it goes! I also enjoy cooking, baking, crocheting, and jigsaw puzzles. Basically, I'm an old soul with a young heart, nonchalantly waiting for my prince to come.
I believed in sex, once upon a time. And passion. But now my life as a single, divorced career girl living alone in New York City was all about work. I hadn't had a date in years.
But then he came along . . . Alexandre Chevalier. The French CEO billionaire of HookedUp, the social media phenomenon that had taken the world by storm.
He awakened every fiber of my being, ignited every cell in my body.
I'd had it with all the crazy women in my life: the models, the movie stars, even my power-hungry sister and business partner. If you'd had a past like mine, you'd understand.
And then I met her . . . Pearl Robinson.
HOOKED UP is a series of three, full-length novels averaging 300+ print pages each, to be released at intervals of one month and three weeks.
Disclaimer: If your e-reader should melt while reading this series, the author cannot be held responsible.
Pearl fans take note: this is a new, reedited version of the Pearl books, told in dual POV throughout. The series is primarily for NEW readers, or those who would like to immerse themselves, once again, in Pearl and Alexandre's passionate love story, so please do not expect a new storyline.
I was trying so hard to limit the complications in my life—e.g. limit the amount of women. Hone it down to just one.
I didn’t consider myself a “multi-tasker” by nature—not even when it came to women.
Quality, not quantity, was what I was aiming for.
But it was proving to be a tough call.
I was beginning to realize that my mantra of treating women well was backfiring on me.
You see I have a code:
• No woman is a “slut.” Ever. I do not use that word in my vocabulary. If a woman is sleeping around or being promiscuous it’s because she is searching: for love, for a good time, for a good orgasm, for an escape. Or maybe even for money. For whatever reason it may be, no man (or woman) has a right to judge her.
• Always call a woman after a date. Even if you never want to see her again. Why? Because it’s polite. Tell her you had a nice time. Treat others as you would like to be treated yourself, especially women.
• Don’t bullshit a woman. Don’t say, “I’ll call you,” if you don’t mean it. If you just want sex, make that clear from the beginning. Don’t make promises you can’t keep.
• Always walk her home at night, drive her home or call a cab. Pay for the cab yourself. Make sure she has unlocked her door before you drive away.
• Don’t invite yourself into her house. Like a vampire, let yourself be invited.
• Don’t fuck another man’s girl, no matter how tempting.
• The most important rule of all: When you fuck her, let her come first.
ARIANNE RICHMONDE is the USA TODAY bestselling author of the suspense novel STOLEN GRACE, and The Pearl Series books.
She lives in the French countryside amidst vineyards, with her wonderful French husband, two dogs, two cats, and other creatures that try to sneak their way into their old, stone farmhouse, which the couple restored themselves. On most days, you'll find Arianne cleaning sixteen paws worth of mud off the floors . . . that's when she's not immersed in creating lovable but dysfunctional characters for her novels (and a villain or two), while sipping Bordeaux paired with dark chocolate.
You can join her mailing list to win prizes and receive sneak peaks of her upcoming books: http://goo.gl/zo6ugG (copy and paste to your browser). Or join her on Facebook: facebook.com/AuthorArianneRichmonde or Twitter: @A_Richmonde - she loves to hear from readers.
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: KILA Designs
They’re the three rules Eva Storey has lived by, ever since that one terrible night in her past. That one terrible night when Eva lost everyone she loved.
And it was all. Her. Fault.
Now, Eva spends her days working hard on the Storey Family vineyard, and on keeping her secret from everyone in town. She doesn’t have time for Bindarra Creek’s sexy new firefighter or his rigorous back-burning. And she definitely doesn’t have time to fall in love.
When sparks fly between the strong-willed couple, Eva’s deadly secret comes tumbling out. Will their fiery passion be enough to overcome her charred past?
It’s fire season, baby, and Eva’s going to get burned.
Lauren lives by the beach in Australia with her husband and their two dogs. Most of the time, all three of them are well behaved.