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Goodreads / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / GooglePlay / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPT: Hunter walked into his bedroom and bounced on the bed, waking Sydney. She grunted at him. “It’s Saturday. And we played a gig last night. I should get to sleep in.” “You did sleep in. It’s almost noon.” She rolled over. “I hate morning people.” Hunter laughed. Then he leaned over and kissed his way up her spine. “I have to go to Comic Con. I promised Adam I’d help out today.” “So go.” “Don’t you want to come, too? Free and Sam will be here soon. We’re all driving together.” She rolled over and opened one eye to look at him. “Comic Con?” “Adam and Reese are selling their book. It’ll be fun.” She sat up and opened both eyes. “What the hell are you wearing?” He stood and straightened his jacket. He picked up the hat he’d left on the dresser and posed. “I’m Indiana Jones.” “Why?” “Because it’s Comic Con. Dressing up is half the fun.” “I thought dressing up was Free’s thing.” She reached for the coffee he’d set on the nightstand for her. “It is. Except for today. I think I look good.” “Yeah, except you’re wearing a leather jacket. In August.” “The convention center will be air-conditioned.” The doorbell rang. Hunter pointed at her. “You coming?” “Yeah, sure.” He ran to let Free and Sam in. Free was wearing his god-awful Riddler costume. Of all the things Free owned, this was the one Hunter hated. “Really? You had to wear that?” Sam stepped from behind Free. “What would go better with Batgirl?” Hunter rolled his eyes. “You’re such nerds.” “We’re nerds? You’re dressed up, too,” she said. “First, I borrowed this costume from your boyfriend and his nerd closet. Second, Indiana Jones is cool.” Free pointed at him. “He’s a college professor and an archaeologist. I think by definition, that’s nerdy.” “Whatever.” Hunter turned and yelled toward the bedroom, “Are you ready, Syd?” Sydney came around the corner a minute later, wearing shorts and a T-shirt. “What the hell?” She waved her pointer finger at them. “I am not dressing like that.” Hunter shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He drove to the convention center since his minivan was more comfortable for them all to fit. This weekend was a nice break and end to summer. School was starting for teachers in a week and he couldn’t wait. Free had started working for his dad as expected right after graduation. Adam was the only one still in the same place. Hunter really hoped the convention would give Adam the kick start he needed for his career. One of Adam’s biggest problems was that he was too cautious. He overthought everything. Hunter had really thought that adding Reese to his life would make Adam a little more easygoing. Once they got into the convention center, Free said, “Adam and Reese are in Artist Alley. I’ll come by in a while. We have a couple of panels we want to get in on.” With a nod to Hunter and Sydney, he grabbed Samantha’s hand and pulled her through the crowd. When he was gone, Sydney said, “He really gets into this, doesn’t he?” Hunter nodded. “It’s easy for him to pretend to be someone else.” “I haven’t seen him in costumes much lately.” Hunter pointed them in the direction of Adam and Reese. “That’s because Cary doesn’t need the distraction at the health club anymore. And Free has Samantha, so he doesn’t need to impress anyone else.” When they walked down an aisle of Artist Alley, Hunter saw Adam and Reese sitting behind a table. He sighed. Holding Sydney’s hand, he said, “They really need our help.” “What?” “Nobody’s paying attention to them.” Syd smiled. “Maybe they should’ve worn a costume.” Hunter stopped in front of the table. “How do you expect to sell anything sitting there like that? Where are your book things?” “Dude, we tried talking to people. You have any idea how exhausting it is to try to grab someone’s attention?” “Yeah, yeah. Gimme some books.” Adam came around the table with an armful of the sample booklets they’d printed and stapled. “I’ll come with you. Sydney will stay with Reese, right?” Syd rolled her eyes but nodded. She and Reese weren’t exactly friends, but they got along. As he and Adam stepped away from the table, Hunter heard Syd telling Reese about Free and Sam and the costumes. The girls’ laughter followed them down the aisle. “I’m glad you’re here.” “I told you I would be.” “I know you’re busy getting ready for the school year. It’s cool that you made time for this. And convinced Sydney to come.” Adam blew out a breath. Hunter took a moment to smile at a couple of women dressed as aliens and offer them a booklet. They each took one. “It’s been a crazy couple of days,” Adam continued. “Reese and I split up yesterday to sit in on some workshops and I did pitch sessions.” “Any luck?” “Yeah, but that’s part of the problem. I think Reese and I went into this with different expectations. Or at least we have different ones now.” “How do you mean?” Hunter paused again beside a group of women. “Excuse me. My artist friend here and his girlfriend wrote a really kick-ass comic. Here’s a sample.” At first they looked startled that Hunter had interrupted them, but then they relaxed and each took a book. When he resumed walking beside Adam, he said, “And that, son, is how it’s done.”
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Title: Finding Me (Second Chances, #2.5) Author: Stephanie Rose Genre: New Adult Release Date: May 22, 2016 Synopsis I've always been lost . . . Abandoned by a father who didn't want me. Cherished by a stepfather, though I wasn’t his. Shattered by a boy who swore he loved me. But I belonged nowhere, to no one. Then I met Owen, the sweet-talking hockey player who made me love him. He gave me the courage to trust in someone besides myself. He showed me a love I longed for. When an unwanted ghost comes knocking on my door, my heartbreaking history threatens to repeat itself. But where do I turn if I lose everyone? And how do I find where I belong, when I’m still Finding Me? Finding Me is a spinoff from the Second Chances series and can be read as a standalone.Purchase your copy today! Excerpt I couldn’t quite make eye contact with Ethan since the last time I came back to the apartment with Owen before Thanksgiving break. We caught Ethan naked in the hallway—on a date and thinking they had the place to themselves for a night. I was no prude, but seeing junk not belonging to my boyfriend turned me three shades of red. I hadn't even seen Owen's, but I . . . felt it . . . a lot. On my leg, against my stomach, sometimes rubbing my back if he was holding me from behind. Why I was so bashful I couldn't say, especially since I didn’t have a cherry to pop. But it was only one guy and only one time, shortly before he shredded my heart and then stomped all over it. Even though I couldn't make my virginity grow back, I wasn’t quite ready to go there again. However, not being ready for sex had absolutely nothing to do with wanting it. Our time together always ended with a scorching kiss and groping against the nearest wall. Owen’s Southern gentility was probably wearing thin these past few weeks. “Owen? The movie starts in a half hour!” I called as I strolled down the hallway. “Hey, City. Give me a minute, practice ran late.” Owen had just stepped out of the shower and was dripping freaking wet. The V on his hips disappeared into a towel cinched around his tapered waist. Water traveled from the stray tangled locks at his neck and trickled down over his ripped chest and his abs before disappearing into the bunched up material at his waist. I licked my parched lips and tried to remember how to speak. How many damn abs did he have? Six? Eight? I was gaping at a wet, half naked Owen while the corner of the bastard's mouth turned up in a smirk. I didn't have the faculties to scowl back. My tongue didn't want to work unless it was tracing the water trails across Owen's body. “Keep looking at me like that, baby. We won't be going anywhere tonight.”About The Author Stephanie Rose was born and raised in the Bronx, New York and still lives there with her superhero-obsessed husband and son. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Business and a day job in marketing, but she always has a story in her head. Her books are full of swoon-worthy men and feisty heroines. This lifelong New Yorker lives for Starbucks, book boyfriends, and 80s rock. Her voice is often mistaken for a Mob Wives trailer. Goodreads |Facebook | TwitterPurchase The Series Always You Amazon US | Amazon UK | Barnes & Noble Only You Giveaway
Title: Game Maker
Series: Game Series #2
Author: BJ Harvey
Genre: Romantic Comedy with Heat
Release Date: May 26, 2016
Cover Designer: Najla Qamber Designs
Photography by Lindee Robinson
Photography Models: Victoria Morin & Chad Demchick
From the USA Today bestselling author of the Bliss series comes a new spin off series featuring your favorite Bliss series characters who are yet to meet their match. This time it is Zach and Danika's turn. I’m a gamer by nature and by profession. I’m all about strategy, performance, and coming out on top. Five months ago I threw caution to the wind, and in the first miscalculated step of my twenty-one-year life, I made a move on my brother’s best friend. The first mistake we made was keeping our relationship secret. The next was going off half-cocked when a train wreck of epic proportions hit us. Now our secret is secret no more. As I struggle to deal with all of the swirling emotions, conflicted feelings, and the multitude of burned bridges that I need to mend, the one person who can help me through it all is the same man I need space from. To fix it I’ll have to pull on my big-girl panties, focus on what I truly want in life, and put everything I have into winning the most important game I’ll ever play. Life is a game, and it is what you make it. Coming out unscathed is a whole other matter.
Prologue
Danika
“Yes,” I moan, grinding down against him.
“Fucking beautiful,” he says gruffly against my skin, his lips brushing my neck. His breath comes hard and fast in time with the upward thrusts of his cock, and I feel my orgasm barreling toward me.
“Feels so good,” I pant. His hand tightens around my back and his fingers zero in on my wonder button, stroking with expert precision and making my pussy clench around him. My body contorting as if it’s possessed.
“Jesus. Fuck,” Zach growls, planting his feet on the bed and thrusting up one last time before following me over the edge as he pours himself inside of me.
We collapse backwards, my legs falling limp on the way down, and together we lie there, chests heaving, bodies stuck together, struggling to catch our breaths.
“Every time is better than the last,” he murmurs in my ear, sucking my earlobe into his mouth afterwards. I whimper and my muscles spasm as aftershocks course through me. Shifting sideways, I stay draped over him, my fingers drawing mindless circles in the smattering of hair on his damp chest.
“What’s on the agenda today?” he asks, his hand running through my hair, roots to ends.
“Team meeting at eleven, lunchtime conference call with the west coast programmers at one, then I get to go play.”
“Such a geek.” He chuckles. I jerk my head up and I narrow my eyes at him. He just smirks, and my twitching lips give away how uncommitted I am to the death stare aimed his way.
“Your geek.”
“You better fucking believe it,” he replies with conviction, his arm hooked around my waist, giving a meaningful squeeze.
“I know it, firebug.”
Now he out-and-out grins. “Never going to live it down, am I?”
I push up with one hand on the bed so that my head hovers over his, our lips just an inch apart. “Never,” I whisper. “But that’s okay. I still love you.”
His entire body goes still and my eyes go wide as realization hits me. Way to go, Dani. Freak him out why don’t you.
My brain catches up with my body and flight mode kicks in. I move quickly, rolling backwards and scrambling off the bed. Making a smash-and-grab attempt, I scoop up my clothes scattered over his bedroom floor, but the first step toward escape is hampered by an arm wrapping around my waist.
I fall back and slam into his naked chest, my entire body going still at the contact.
“Wait a minute, Dani. You can’t say something like that then fly out of here like a bat out of hell.”
“Bats like hell. They live there.”
“They live in caves. Stop trying to change the subject.”
Deciding that redirecting this inevitable conversation is the best plan of attack, I continue. “I really have to go, Zach. I’ve still gotta go home, shower, get dressed, and then get to work.”
“It’s only six, and you just told me your first meeting isn’t till eleven.”
“I’ve got a lot of stuff to do before then.”
“I’ll drive you home and to the office if it means you’ll turn around. I wanna look in your eyes when I tell you I love you back.”
For the second time in as many minutes, my heart stutters to a halt. There’s no way in hell I’m in flight mode now.
Seven years ago, I fell in teenage girl love with Zach Cooper, my older brother’s roommate and best friend.
Five months ago, I fell into adult insta-lust with him the night I told him what I wanted. I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t imagined what it would be like to hear him say those three little words.
What I didn’t know was that just a few days after one of the best moments in my life—one of those ones you know you’ll remember forever—everything would be turned upside down.
And there wasn’t a damn thing I could do about it.
BJ Harvey is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Bliss Series. She also regards herself as a smut peddler, suspense conjurer and a funny romance thinker upper.
An avid music fan, you will always find her singing some hit song badly but loving every minute of it.
She’s a wife, a mom to two beautiful girls, and hails from what she considers as the best country in the world—New Zealand.
Eternal Heat
-- EXCERPT: It’s a little like being in the Twilight Zone. Erik doesn’t belong here at Hartman, with my friend saying his name like it’s the most normal thing in the world. Erik belongs in a grand house by the river in a whole different world. But there he is, climbing the steps to the stage. Just like that. My skin crawls and my heart pounds in this sickening way. I sink lower in my chair, but my eyes follow his every move. He looks the same, but different. He’s just as handsome as ever, maybe even more so if that’s possible, but he’s broader in the chest and his hair is a bit longer and he’s sporting a five o’clock shadow. He’s wearing black jeans and a casual button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. I know those forearms and those hands. I know those long fingers. Down to the last detail, I remember it all. As he settles himself on the bench and lays out his sheet music, I’m struck by his impossible good looks. Men this handsome aren’t exactly what you’d consider typical fare anywhere, but definitely not among the world of classical pianists. He looks more like a rock star. Maybe that’s why, in the midst of the shock and pain and (yes) anger at seeing him again, my heart is still fluttering in that maddening way. Still. After all this time. After everything. Then he begins to play. Like the rest of him, his music is deeply familiar to me, but it too has changed. It’s more mature. More controlled. In fact, it’s absolutely heartbreaking. That deep, haunting quality to his music is still there, and its ability to render me helpless hasn’t lessened at all. Oh, how I remember this. What happened all those years ago has never truly left me, but seeing him and listening to him brings it all back with such freshness, I don’t know whether to cry or laugh or rage. I’m flooded with so many memories, all wrapped up in the sweet torture of his music. I’m too stunned to do more than stare. I can barely breathe.
GIVEAWAY! Mishca and Lauren: The Complete Collection by London Miller Volkov Bratva, #1-3 Publication Date: May 17, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary Romance, Organized Crime Purchase: Amazon | Amazon UK |Amazon CA | Amazon AU Synopsis: Lauren was just a girl looking to make a fresh start in New York City, until she meets the man that will change everything she thought she knew. Spanning over two years, from the very beginning, until the sweet end, delve into the Volkov Bratva world and learn how it all began. Mishca and Lauren: The Complete Collection contains the first three novels of the Volkov Bratva Series, as well as the companion novella... In the Beginning (Volkov Bratva #1) Twenty-year-old Lauren Thompson left her small town in Michigan to begin a new life in the Big Apple where no one knows her name or the tragedy that had rocked her family fifteen years prior. With new friends and an intriguing new love interest, starting over is easier than she expected...but Mishca Volkov isn't what he seems. As the son of a Russian Mob boss, he thrives in a world of chaos and fear, earning the title of Bratva Captain through blood and pain. When the two cross paths, lines blur and passions ignite, bringing them closer than they could ever imagine. Until secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart. Can they fight past their demons...or were they doomed by fate before they ever met. Until the End (Volkov Bratva #2) Lauren Thompson After learning the truth behind her father's tragic murder, Lauren vowed never to go near another Volkov again, but sometimes matters of the heart are too strong to resist... Mishca Volkov As a Captain in the Volkov Bratva, Mishca has pledged his loyalty to the Vory v Zakone, but he soon finds himself at odds with the life he's always known... Until the End When Mishca and Lauren fight to salvage their relationship, new obstacles present themselves, forcing the pair to make drastic choices that either tear them apart or bring them closer together...The Final Hour (Volkov Bratva, #3) Three months pass without incident, leading Mishca and Lauren to believe they can finally move on from the past and build a life together...but enemies both old and new lurk in the shadows, waiting for the opportunity to strike. When a dangerous threat presents itself, Lauren is forced to turn to the one person that would rather see Mishca dead than live happily ever after...she now has to step into a role that demands payment in blood. Alliances are formed, one side fighting for survival, and the other for retribution. No one can be trusted. No one is safe. War is coming. ...and not everyone will live to see the end of it.Time Stood Still (Volkov Bratva, #3.5 Novella) Can a love born of violence stand the test of time? Despite a less than ideal start to their marriage, Mishca and Lauren are finally in a place where they do not have to look over their shoulders at every turn. Now that they are in a secure place, it's time for them to have the one thing Mishca had promised her before they took their vows. A honeymoon... Traveling to the sandy beaches of Sardinia, Italy, the couple will explore what brought them together in the first place, instead of the life that constantly threatens to tear them apart. But as the newly appointed Boss of the Volkov Bratva, is it too late for Mishca to have an even remotely normal life...and is Lauren ready to face another challenge that neither of them saw coming...EXCERPTMore importantly, was the man seated behind the cherry-wood desk. He was in his late fifties from what Mishca had told her, but just by looking at him, she wouldn’t have guessed that. His eyes were a dark gray, his black hair graying at the temples. Upon seeing her, he smiled, standing to his full height, which was just a few inches shorter than Mishca, and came around the desk, extending his hand. “You must be Lauren,” he said coolly, his accent much thicker than Mishca’s, making Lauren have to concentrate to understand him. “It is nice to finally put a face to the name.” “Nice to meet you, Mr. Volkov,” she said, taking his hand. He had a firm handshake despite his age, and made quite the imposing sight. Whereas Mishca was lean, he was built like a bull. “Please,” he said, waving a hand. “There is no need for such formalities, call me Mikhail. I trust you have met my wife, Anya.” “Yes,” she replied, smiling over at Anya. “Please have a seat,” Mikhail offered, gesturing out to the comfortable looking wingback chairs that were grouped together near the fireplace. “I must confess,” he went on after they were all seated, “when Mishca told me he was going to bring a girl here, I was astonished. I have never met any of the girls in his life.” Lauren’s brows shot up as she glanced at Mishca. A muscle ticked in his jaw, but he didn’t comment. “He must care for you greatly to bring you here.” Mishca scoffed. “You’re going to scare her off.” Mikhail’s face split into a grin, his eyes warming. “Nonsense. It is a reasonable assumption, no?” They broke out into a heated discussion in Russian, snapping back and forth, but while Mishca seemed to be growing angrier, Mikhail only appeared amused. “Would you care for something to drink, Lauren?” Anya asked, cutting in over them, walking over to an antique whiskey service that held several carafes of dark Amber liquid and a couple bottles of water. She looked between Mishca and Mikhail, shaking her head. “No, I’m fine. Thank you.” Mikhail turned his attention to the bay windows as a car drove up. “It looks like your sister is here. Could you escort her in?” Mishca hesitated, his eyes flickering to Lauren, but he ultimately stood and walked out without glancing back. “You’ll have to excuse my son,” Mikhail said conversationally, as he accepted his drink from Anya. “Love makes a man blind.” She was momentarily taken aback by what he was saying. To be honest, she had never thought that they were there in their relationship. “You don’t think so?” He asked reading her expression. “You are more important to him than you realize.”#THEBRATVAMOTTO#MISHCAVOLKOV#MISHCAANDLAURENABOUT LONDON MILLERWith a degree in Creative Writing, London Miller has turned pen to paper, creating riveting fictional worlds where the bad guys are sometimes the good guys. Her debut novel, In the Beginning, is the first in the Volkov Bratva Series. She currently resides in Atlanta, Georgia with her husband and two puppies, where she drinks far too much Sprite, and spends her nights writing.Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Newsletter | Amazon Author Page GIVEAWAYThe Company
Goodreads / Facebook / Website / Amazon / Barnes & Noble / iBooks / Kobo -- EXCERPTS: Trapped in the Company by Olivia Gaines “Good morning beautiful,” Elliott Marsden said with a way too happy smile coming across his way too handsome face. “Good day to you Mr. Marsden,” she responded. Her hands clamped tight around the box of ink pens she was taking to the conference room for the morning meeting. A few extra notepads were going as well. “Why are you always blowing me off?” Elliott wanted to know. “Because if I took you seriously, we would be in HR with me filing a claim for sexual harassment,” she said flatly. Elliott balked at the use of such dirty words. He adjusted the overpriced tie as he formed his lips to say something that was probably going to irritate her all day. Clarice held up her hand midway, stopping at about her waistline. “I know, as a salesman, you are a ‘people person’,” she added the last part with air quotes. “It is a refined portion of your skill-set to blow smoke up the keister of every limp wiener you encounter, but Mr. Marsden, I am not a wiener, nor am I limp enough to require your unneeded fluffing.” “Jeeezusss on a stick,” Elliott responded. “No Mr. Marsden, Jesus died on a cross,” she said flatly. “The meeting starts in 15 minutes. The coffee is hot, the doughnuts are on the table and you have lipstick smudges on your face.” It never failed. No matter what approach Elliott took with Clarice, she never had time for him. It was even more insulting since he was the number one salesman in the company that he could not sell her on the one product he knew better than the nose on his face. Himself. This was a major issue for him, becoming more troublesome with each day that passed, especially now since he would be in the office every day with her. Before, he only saw her a few times a month when he came in off the road. Irony punched him in the chest and told him to take a seat. He worked hard to obtain the promotion to get the new job because he wanted more than anything to come into the office every day so he could be closer to her. For some damned reason, the woman turned him on. She turned him on to the point of distraction. He couldn’t understand it either, simply because she was nothing like any woman he had ever dated. -- Company Secrets by Xyla Turner “I have a Jessica Cayman here to see you…Yes…Will do.” He never broke contact with us as he spoke, including replacing the receiver on its base. “He will not be able to see you now. He said that what he said over the phone earlier still stands and there was no need for you to come.” Say what? I’ve been known to have a temper or two and sometimes Sandra will schedule me a ‘walk’ to cool down when she felt me creeping to that place of madness, but it was a little late at that moment. I started walking towards the only door that I saw behind the receptionist area. “Where do you think you’re going?” The man called as he stood up. “Oh, no you don’t,” Sandra slid behind his desk to block him from stopping me. Apparently, she was not going to stop me but aid me in breaking all sorts of office protocols. My hand jerked on the knob to open the door and allowed it to fling open so it would slam against whatever was behind it. As my eyes adjusted to the lack of light within the room, I saw a chair swivel around towards me from the large wooden executive’s desk in the middle of the extremely large office. There was not much furniture in the office, except a bench on the far left side of the room. The shades were drawn, and there was no light coming through the thick, black drapes. There were several other doors, and one of them had a silver, locked padlock on the outside. The man was hard to see in the dark room, but when he stood up, I could tell he was clearly annoyed. “Did you just barge into my office?” “I did,” I said, standing my ground. “The same rude way you hung up on me almost an hour ago. The same rude way you just refused to see me when I’ve come all the way to give you a piece of my mind, and the same rude way you are refusing to work with me and those were the specific instructions in order to receive the contract. WORK with one another.” He was probably a surly old man who was angry at the world and had poor eyesight. Hence, the lights being off. Who does that during working hours? “Rude?” He growled and started to come from around the desk. “You come here uninvited, and then you barge your ass into my office after my assistant sent you away.” Wait. He was getting closer, and the man was not old. Actually, he was quite handsome. A young, tall Robert Redford, to be exact. His dark hair was shaved on the sides, and the rest of his length was pulled back with almost no product, unlike his assistant who poured it on. The man’s facial features were sharp, as he had deep-set eyes, full lips, and a model might hurt him for those cheek bones. He was slightly pale, which made me pause because he might have been sick. Another reason to have the doors closed during the middle of the day. “And you call me rude?” He broke my sympathy right in half. “Yes,” I snapped as I took a step to meet him. “We’re supposed to be working together. How are we going to do that, if you are under some delusional impression that this account is yours? It’s not.” Holy shit. We were one foot within each other and we both stopped. He wasn’t a cute man; he was breathtaking. Stop, Jessica. Just stop. -- Cruz Control: In Bad Company by Tiana Laveen “Cruz, we hired Erika to cater all of our functions about two years ago.” She’d almost forgotten Randy’s drunken ass was still standing there. “She is one of the chefs over at the Commonwealth restaurant. If you don’t know what that is, it’s magnifique!” The man brought his pursed fingers to his lips and kissed them as if he were French. “I’ll have to take you there sometime. It will blow your mind! Erika is a true gem. She’s got the magic touch.” “Thank you, Randy. You’re always so kind.” She crossed her arms and smiled appreciatively at the man. “I speak the truth. Cruz, I’m going to start saying my goodbyes. Come along, I can introduce you to a few more people.” “Hey, uh, why don’t you get started and I’ll join you in just a sec.” Randy paused, looking rather surprised, and then a silly grin creased his face as he shot Erika an all-knowing glance. He looked back at Cruz. “No problem!” The man departed, jolly and full of liquor. I like Randy but Cheryl needs to really tell him to stop treating these dinners like some corner bar meet up. This ain’t Mardi Gras, goodness gracious. If he’d been laughing and speaking any louder, little children in China would’ve asked their parents who the hell was ringing in the New Year already… year of the damn hyena… Just then, Cruz suddenly burst out laughing. “Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, quickly subduing himself. “I’m just thinking about something that happened earlier today. Excuse me.” He stood straight, attempting to look serious. “So, are you his bodyguard?” She chuckled. “Sort of…” “Oh.” She turned and set the tray down on an empty table. “I thought I was making a joke. I’m sorry.” The man smirked. “I was just teasing you. No, but I try to look out for him like he’s looked out for me. He’s family. Our fathers are cousins,” he clarified. Cruz crossed his arms and cocked his head ever so slightly to the right as he peered down at her. She didn’t miss how his sights landed smack dab on her breasts. “How long have you been cooking professionally?” he asked, his gaze hooking hers. “Since I was eighteen. I’m now thirty, so as you see, it’s been a while.” My birthday was just last month. “Happy belated…” She gasped in shock. I said that in my head! How’d he know?! Suddenly, his eyes widened, but he offered no explanation. Oh no, uh uh… you are going to explain this shit to me right now! “How’d you know my birthday just passed?” She swallowed, discomfort growing within her and refusing to mince words. “You said I’m now thirty. You put the emphasis on the word, ‘now’, so I figured it must’ve passed recently.” She looked at him for a moment, then burst out laughing, feeling rather silly. Of course… That makes sense. I must’ve been sippin’ the cooking sherry my damn self tonight. Just ridiculous. --
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The Witch:
A potion gone wrong, or right?
Single, unemployed, and in charge of her very own pet zombie, Ella Perry is cooking up trouble, and it's raining men.
The Pixie:
Be careful what you wish for, or better yet, what you allow your friends to wish for.
As Samuel the Dark’s ward, Tam the Pixie is living in the mortal realm under the watchful eye of her guardian angel, Thomas. However, when she gives Thomas one free wish, she never expects that he’ll use it to turn her life upside down.
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Temptation so strong you can taste it.
Guardian Angel Gideon Black has found a new career since being granted his freedom from the Heavens. Working as a professional fighter has given Gideon a place to release his powers. However, he has another outlet in mind—Skylar Jones.
The Devil:
Because only the dead go there…
Once upon a time, Rowena pulled Randall Cruz into a supernatural fight to regain her powers. In retaliation, Randall cast a spell that gave him the control she seeks. Except for a few angels, a zombie, and an outrageous pixie, Randall enjoyed his quiet life as owner of the local apothecary before Rowena pushed her way in. Since the day they met, he’s been forced to battle a pirate, give up wearing glasses, and now deal with the Devil. Every day, he braces for what will come next.
Undeniable attraction, struggle for dominance, and love to last through the ages comes to life in this battle for the only uncontrollable element-- the heart.
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Title: A Right To Remain
By: Beth Rinyu
Publication Date: May 20, 2015
Genre: Romantic Suspense
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He had a right to remain suffocated by his pain. She had a right to remain silent about hers. For better or for worse. Those were the vows that I had taken with my wife six years ago. We had lived through the better and were barely getting through the worse. I tried to face our loss together, while she chose to have an affair instead. Time apart was what we both needed. What I didn’t expect in that time was her. The beauty she possessed on the outside was a far cry from the scars she was harboring on the inside. She wasn’t looking for love and neither was I. She just needed someone to help her deal with the pain she had been carrying around for the past two years, and I was happy to oblige. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love with her, but suddenly I was seeing a future that I never dreamed of right in front of my eyes….only to find that the past had other things in mind for us. *** I always believed that we only got one true love in life, and mine was gone and never coming back. Through the tear-filled nights and never ending days, I was slowly and tortuously coming to terms with the pain that was my reality. And then he entered my life. Tall, handsome, genuine and caring, he was a friend when I needed one most. Together, we were a temporary fix to our own permanent pain. Just two people helping each other to get through a very dark period in life. But when the light begins to shine ever so slightly with each passing day, and his face is all I can see at the end of that tunnel…..do I run back into the darkness or move into the light with him?
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Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed Creative Writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen - or in today's world a touch of the keyboard. I am the author of The Exception To The Rule, An Unplanned Lesson, An Unplanned Life, Drowning In Love, A Cry for Hope, A Will To Change, Blind Side of Love, When The Chips Are Down and Easy Silence.
My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? I'm a mom of twin teenage boys, a crazy Border Collie and a cat with an identity crisis! I guess you can say writing is my form of relaxation.
by Olivia Wildenstein Genre: Paranormal/Faeries Pages: 182 Release Date: May 15th 2016 Summary from Goodreads: I thought losing my mother would be the greatest shock of my life, but the greatest shock came after her death. Founded two centuries ago by an aloof and powerful tribe of Gottwa Indians, Rowan was a quiet town, so quiet that I fled after graduation. Staying away was the plan, but Mom died suddenly, so I rushed home. Dad said she suffered a stroke after she dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery. Creepy, I know. Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals. As we made preparations for Mom’s burial, Cruz, the new medical examiner, arrived. I should have felt relieved, but how could I? He was unnervingly handsome, glowed like a human firefly, and knew absolutely nothing about examining dead bodies. But, he did know what killed my mother…or rather who.
About the Author
Olivia Wildenstein grew up in New York City, the daughter of a French father with a great sense of humor, and a Swedish mother whom she speaks to at least three times a day. She chose Brown University to complete her undergraduate studies and earned a bachelor’s in comparative literature. After designing jewelry for a few years, Wildenstein traded in her tools for a laptop computer and a very comfortable chair. This line of work made more sense, considering her college degree.
When she’s not writing, she’s psychoanalyzing everyone she meets (Yes. Everyone), eavesdropping on conversations to gather material for her next book, baking up a storm (that she actually eats), going to the gym (because she eats), and attempting not to be late at her children’s school (like she is 4 out of 5 mornings, on good weeks). Wildenstein lives with her husband and three children in Geneva, Switzerland, where she’s an active member of the writing community. No Reason to Hide
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