S.C Stephens' UNTAMED cover reveal

2/26/2015

Griffin Hancock is tired of being stuck behind Kellan Kyle's spotlight. He's the best, the main event, and everyone should know it. He has Anna, and his beautiful daughter Gibson, and to hell with the rest of them. A new venture presents itself, and Griffin decides this is his chance. When he tells the band about his new side gig, they are less than supportive. Undaunted by their criticism, Griffin decides to take matters into his own hands. Packing up his family, he leaves Seattle behind and returns to L.A. to break out on his own. But success isn't as easy as Griffin thought it would be, and he soon finds that the phrase 'You don't know what you've got until it's gone', is all too true.

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S. C. Stephens is a #1 bestselling author who enjoys creating stories that are packed with emotion and heavy on romance. In addition to writing, she likes spending lazy afternoons in the sun reading, listening to music, watching movies, and spending time with her friends and family. She and her two children reside in the Pacific Northwest.

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THOUGHTFUL Blog Tour & review

2/26/2015

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THOUGHTFUL by S.C. Stephens (February 24, 2015; Forever Trade Paperback; $13.00)

In Thoughtless, Kiera told her story. Now it's time to hear from the sexy rock star who captivated us all . . .
The only place Kellan Kyle has ever felt at home is onstage. Gripping his guitar in a darkened bar, he can forget his painful past. These days his life revolves around three things: music, his bandmates, and hot hookups. Until one woman changes everything . . . Kiera is the kind of girl Kellan has no business wanting-smart, sweet, and dating his best friend. Certain he could never be worthy of her love, he hides his growing attraction . . . until Kiera's own tormented heart hints that his feelings might not be one-sided. Now, no matter the consequences, Kellan is sure of one thing-he won't let Kiera go without a fight.

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I have no idea where to start?....
I have been thinking of this for days and waiting for this book for years.
It was perfection. Plain and simple. I have no idea how Shannon pulled this off. Most times when doing a POV from the other side it's pretty much the same. But this was not. Kellan and SC did not disappoint. It was haunting and breathtaking and very much worth the wait. If you thought Thoughtless was heartbreaking, then you have no idea what you're in for. Thoughful was a thousand times more painful. It made me despise Kerira all over again lol. Then I had to take a breather and remember that I HAVE read the series. I know what happens. The outcome. I know she is a different person and how much she loves our beloved Kellan. It still hurt. To see how much he loved from the very first time he seen her. How his heart was ripped to shreads, the lengths he would go to to just be with her. We knew he cared deeply for her and the pain he went through in Thoughless. But not like this.To watch it unfold is beautiful and devastating. Each page is better than the last. All the additions and thoughts, interactions, feelings we got, that we didnt before was pure perfection. The parts with the band, Griffin and especially Evan had me in stitches. Even how him and Denny would interact with each other was amusing. Especially after Denny finds out about the two of them. "No, actually we didn't do much sleeping." ( I died! LOL ) Kellan's comments are totally in Kellan fashion and I am so happy and proud of what this book was. I was not let down at all. Thoughful deserves more stars and words than I can give, or describe. SC does not let us Kellan Kyle lovers down. Thoughtless is my favorite series and book ever. I have read it probably at least 500 times. And now Thoughful takes that #1 spot in my heart <3 Kellan Kyle always has that #1 spot in my heart. If you have ANY reservations about this book. I PROMISE, you will NOT be disappointed or let down. We get to see the other side of story unfold. So for that, THANK YOU, Shannon for creating the most romantic fictional male alive. He is perfection and so is this series. Thank you for everything.

Now........................BRING ON GRIFFIN!!!!:-D

"We were meant to be, Kellan. We need each other."

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Determined to stop thinking, to just go with whatever happened, I dipped my

finger into my drink and wet the backs of our hands. Kiera watched every move I made

as I shook some salt over our hands. When she made no move to drink her shot, I broke

the ice and took mine so she’d feel more comfortable about doing this with me. My throat

was numb from doing Jäger shots all night, so it didn’t even burn. It burned for Kiera

though.

Her tongue came out to lick the salt off her hand, her mouth opened to receive her

drink, and her lips curled around the lime, squeezing its juices. It was an erotic thing to

watch. Then her face twisted into a grimace. I chuckled at her reaction, then poured us

another round.

The second shot went down easier for her. The third was even easier. We didn’t

talk, just drank. And the more alcohol she consumed, the hungrier her eyes became. She

was staring at me as tenaciously as the women in the bar did. I did my best to ignore it,

but it was difficult to do…I wanted her to look at me like that. I wanted to look at her like

that. But I wasn’t about to make any assumptions on what was going to happen tonight.

We were just two friends sharing a drink. Two single friends who had almost shared a lot

more recently…

By the fourth shot, the alcohol was getting to me. I spilled the tequila trying to

pour it in those tiny little glasses. I laughed as I almost dropped the lime from my mouth.

I was way beyond buzzing now.

On the fifth shot, everything changed. Just as I was bending down to lick the salt

from my skin, Kiera took my hand and ran her tongue over the back of it. She was soft,

wet, warm, and felt amazing on my sensitive body. I wanted her to keep doing it, but she

pulled back to drink her tequila shot. When she placed her wedge of lime between my

lips, my heart sped up. Was she…?

She was. Her mouth reached up to connect with mine. Our lips pressed together as

she sucked on the lime. All I could taste was lime and her. It was an intoxicating

combination. But it wasn’t nearly satisfying enough. I needed more.

My breath felt strained when Kiera pulled away. Ragged. She teasingly removed

the lime from her mouth and set it on the counter. When she seductively licked her

fingers, my resolve evaporated. I suddenly didn’t give a shit what we’d been before, or

who we’d been with. I didn’t care if she’d dated Denny—that seemed like a long-past

memory at the moment. I didn’t care about Evan’s warnings, my regrettable experience

with bedding roommates, my promise to Denny to stay away, or my own decision to not

cross that uncrossable line. Kiera kissed me. She wanted me. And fuck, I wanted her too.

I took my shot of tequila straight, slammed the glass on the counter, then pulled

her back to my mouth, where she belonged.

Our lips moving together felt better than I had imagined. There was so much

eager, pent-up passion, I felt like we were both going to burst into flames. I couldn’t get

enough of her. My hand on the back of her neck tightened, drawing her in even closer.

My other hand found the small of her back. Perfection.

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Hell's Kitchen Pre-Release Blitz

2/25/2015

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*From International Bestselling authors Callie Hart and Lili St. Germain comes a tale of two families co-existing in a melting pot of violence, murder and drugs in the seedy underbelly of New York City*

Hell’s Kitchen

Theo and Sal Barbieri are brothers, tasked by their Mafioso father Roberto with a very clear purpose: kidnap Kaitlin McLaughlin. The beautiful daughter of Roberto’s Irish enemy. It’s high time Kaitlin was punished for her father’s sins—not to mention, her own.

And Operation: Kidnap Kaitlin is a roaring success… until it isn’t. When Kaitlin escapes into the busy streets of New York City, it’s a race against the clock to find her before Sal and Theo become the hunted.

Zeth Mayfair has traded his life as a hitman for a quieter existence, but it isn’t long before the past catches up with him in the form of Roberto Barbieri. Will he succumb to the lure of power that Roberto is offering? Or will he retaliate by killing every last Barbieri in New York to get them off his back?

Jason Ross is running. Woken in the night by a tip that the Gypsy Brothers are coming for him, he packs a bag and gets his girlfriend the hell out of dodge. Arriving in New York City in the midst of a heatwave is one thing, but being tailed by an entire drug cartel is another.

Worlds collide in Hell’s Kitchen as secrets come to light and sins are punished. Because we might be different in the light of day, but in the darkness, we’re all connected somehow.

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“What time they due to land?” Sal asks. He loops a tie, pre-knotted and ready to go, over his head. “Twenty minutes.” With traffic the way it is, we’ll be there in ten. Sal tightens the tie around his neck, placing the ridiculous fucking chauffeur’s hat on his head. He tucks his hair back behind his ears. He needs to cut it, but will the bastard listen? Hell, no. He never listens to a word I say. “Are you ready?” he asks. I take my eyes off the road, arching an eyebrow at him. Who the hell does he think he’s talking to? I’ve been doing this job longer than him, after all. I’ve never blinked. Never not been ready. He gets the point pretty damn quickly. “All right, man, I’m sorry.” When we arrive at the airfield, we’re directed to hangar twelve, no questions asked. Paddy McLaughlin’s own men would have arrived around now—if we hadn’t already beaten the shit out of them and handcuffed them to a pillar inside an old cardboard factory down on the wharf—so we’re expected. Kaitlin McLaughlin’s plane is delayed. I’m already bored and itching to go by the time the private jet touches down. Sal climbs out of the car and leans against the front passenger door, waiting for the prissy Irish princess and her entourage to exit the plane. When she does, we’re in luck. Normally, Paddy doesn’t send his little girl anywhere without two personal bodyguards. Today, she’s only accompanied by one. Sal taps the hood of the car as he goes out to take her bags. I have the engine purring in anticipation as he opens the back passenger side door for her and she climbs inside. Huge sunglasses cover her eyes. That full mouth of hers is perfectly visible in the rearview, though. “Where the fuck is Ray?” she asks. Her father may be first generation Irish, but Kaitlin was born and raised in the States—she sounds like a spoiled little Yank bitch. “Mr. McLaughlin needed him for something else. He sent us instead.” She slides the sunglasses down the bridge of her nose, peering at me over the car’s half-raised privacy screen. “And who are you?” I give her a tight-lipped smile, doing my best to keep my tongue in my head. We need the bodyguard to get in the car, and then we’re golden. Until then, I’m Jerry, the friendly town car driver. “Jerry. My buddy there, that’s Gareth. We’re new.” “I can see that.” She makes a low, humming sound at the back of her throat. She sounds like she approves. Sorry, sweetheart. I don’t touch crazy pussy. But I will introduce you to my old man, all the same. He just can’t wait to fucking meet you. The door behind me opens and I feel the car dip as someone gets in—I didn’t notice before, but the lone bodyguard with Kaitlin is a woman. Must be the chick Roberto was talking about. I get a good look at her in the rearview and find myself taking a second one for good measure. She’s blisteringly hot. Maybe in her mid-twenties? Long dark hair, tied back into a braid. High cheekbones. A mouth to rival Kaitlin’s. Her tits strain against her tight black shirt as she twists to put on her seatbelt. You can tell she works out; her clothes fit her far too well for her not to know she looks good in them, too. Just like Kaitlin, she asks, “Where’s Ray?” “Busy doing something for Daddy,” Kaitlin informs her, which saves me from spinning the lie again. “Okay. Straight to the bar, then.” The body guard’s head doesn’t even lift, but she’s a professional. She assesses me in the mirror just as I’ve assessed her. I pretend not to notice as Sal folds himself into the passenger seat. “Of course.” I press the button for the privacy screen, raising it the rest of the way, blocking out all sound from the back of the car. Sal turns and gives me one of his wicked, crazy-ass grins. He’s enjoying this already. “All right, then, big brother. Let’s do this.” He leans forward and hits a button on the dash—and every single door on the town car automatically locks. “No backing out now.” I burn out of the hangar to the sounds of muffled thuds from the back of the car. The bodyguard’s not stupid. She’s heard the doors locking and knows something isn’t right. “Motherfucker! Open this up right now!” Normally there’s an intercom in these cars, but this one’s different. Sal and I smashed the shit out of this car’s intercom with two lump hammers and ripped out the wiring. We also lined the roof with lead. The girls in the back aren’t striking up a conversation with us any time soon. And they aren’t making any phone calls to dear old Papa McLaughlin, either. As I head back toward the city, the shouting from the back gets louder. It’s accompanied by the dull thudding of feet trying to smash out the privacy screen. Sal raps his knuckles against the glass, grinning again. “Bitch sounds crazy back there. I don’t think she likes the modifications we’ve made.” I allow myself a small smile as we hit the George Washington Bridge, heading back toward North Manhattan. So far Operation: Kidnap Kaitlin has been a roaring success. Sal pulls out his cell and starts tapping into it with quick fingers. “Telling the old man we’re on our way?” He nods. “Bastard better give us credit where credit’s due. He’s probably still organising his own fucking birthday party. Meanwhile, we have just successfully taken our mark hostage. We’re on the homeward stretch.” The fucking homeward stretch. The thing about saying you’re on the homeward stretch is that often it’s like waving a red flag at a bull. Fate must hear that phrase and decide to fuck over the poor schmuck who was dumb enough to utter it every single fucking time. It’s only seconds after Sal’s parted with those words that the electric window behind me—the bodyguard’s side window—shatters. We knew the bodyguard would be armed, but we didn’t expect anyone to be shooting out the damn side windows. An eruption of fragmented diamonds explodes sideways, spraying a bright yellow smart car with a million shards of glass. The sound of the firing gun is almost deafening. “What the fuck?” The smart car veers sideways, smashing into us; I press my foot to the floor, grinding my teeth at the sound of screeching metal and more hammering from the back as I swerve through the traffic. Sal twists in his seat, pulling his gun and pressing it to the glass of the privacy screen. His finger’s on the trigger. “She’s going fucking crazy. I’m gonna shoot the bitch.”

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Callie Hart

Callie has experienced many changes throughout her life, and gone through many ups and downs that have all worked towards shaping and molding her into the person she is today: fun loving, active, social, and hard working. The only thing that has remained a constant throughout her life is writing. Creating characters who will tear your conscience in two is a favorite pastime of Callie’s. There are few real saints and sinners in her books; more often, the denizens of her stories are all very human. Broken, flawed, and always with the potential for redemption.

Despite the subject matter being markedly hot and heavy in comparison to the stories she wrote in elementary school, there will always be an element of fairytale to her work.

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Lili writes dark romance, suspense and paranormal stories. Her serial novel, Seven Sons, was released in early 2014, with the following books in the series to be released in quick succession. Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.

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Release Blitz & Review: Make Me Forget by Brandy Lynn

2/23/2015

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Title: Make Me Forget

Author: Brandy Lynn

Genre: NA Romance

Release Date: February 23, 2015

Photographer: Toski Covey Photography

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*Inspired by true events*

Where do you turn when the ones who are supposed to love you most, hurt you?

When is enough, enough?

That is the exact question Chloe Evans had when she escaped her own personal hell that terrifying night. Even though the road to rebuilding her life has been tough, she's spent the last few years trying to mend her battered soul. Doubting that all her efforts are even worth it, she begins to feel she will forever be tied to the man who took everything away from her.

Ryder Matthews is the epitome of what most girls associate with perfection. With his good looks, bad boy persona, multiple tattoos and piercings he is every girlâ€™s fantasy; every girl except Chloe Evans that is. Ryder sees Chloe as a challenge...one that he's more than confident he will win.

Drew Nichols is every girls dream guy. Heâ€™s sweet, sincere, trusting, and most of all patient. Heâ€™s exactly what Chloe needs in her life, but is he who she wants?

We all have things in life we'd like to forget about. Some bigger than others. When Chloe uses college as her diversion to escape the memories, will either of them be able to make her forget?

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I smile, even though I think we both know that it will be a rare occurrence. I glance over to the bar where I see a group of college guys that I recognize doing shots. His eyes wander over to where I am looking. â€œTequila shots,â€ he chuckles, then his tone turns serious, â€œever do it?â€

â€œWhat? Tequila shots? Uhâ€¦no.â€ I laugh, focusing my attention back to the table.

He stands up. â€œCome on. Youâ€™re really missing out.â€ He reaches for my hand, pulling me to my feet. â€œIâ€™ll show you how to do it.â€

I stare at him, my jaw drops. â€œUhâ€¦I donâ€™t think so.â€

He rolls his eyes. â€œWhat are you afraid of?â€

Losing my way, getting drunk, making a fool out of myself, I can think of several reasons why I think this is a bad idea. â€œIâ€™m not afraid butâ€¦â€

â€œChloe, live a little.â€ He cocks his head. â€œYou may like it.â€

I hate giving in to peer pressure, but something about the way that he is looking at me and the way that I am feeling at this moment makes me throw caution to the wind and just go with it. â€œFine, but you better not leave me astray.â€ I finish with a laugh, as our hands connect and he pulls me to the bar.

â€œTwo please!â€ he orders from the bartender. â€œYou ready for some fun, princess?â€ He winks. â€œNow pay close attention. The lesson on how to do tequila shots like a pro is about to commence.â€ He laughs with easiness showing how comfortable he is with this situation when I am anything but.

â€œFirst step, close your hand making a fist and lick.â€ He balls his fist, snaking his tongue out and licking from his thumb to his knuckle. I feel my breath catch in my throat watching his tongue and that silver barbell performing something so intimate to his hand. I sigh, realizing I am entranced and wishing I was his hand. â€œThe important thing to remember, princess, is you need to get it wet.â€ He raises his eyebrows suggestively leading me to believe he knows exactly what I was just thinking just now. I shake those thoughts away as he starts explaining the second step.

â€œSecond step.â€ He raises the saltshaker and shakes it where heâ€™s just licked. I nod, letting him know Iâ€™m still paying attention. â€œThird step.â€ He licks the salt heâ€™s just poured and picks up his tequila shot, throwing it back taking it like a pro. I watch as his Adamâ€™s apple bobs when he swallows. Is it hot in here? Then he grabs the lime wedge off the saucer and sucks looking at me with lust filled hooded eyes. Oh Godâ€¦I think I just experienced the most erotic thing of my life watching Ryder doing a tequila shot. â€œAre you ready to try one,â€ he asks.

I nod, unable to speak since I donâ€™t trust what I might say right now. â€œGood girl,â€ he replies huskily. Yep, I am losing my resolve and my reasoning every time he speaks. I quickly ball my fist and lick trying to remember why I agreed to do this in the first place. Right now, I think I would do anything Ryder asks of me. This is so not good. I think about what I would say if Drew were doing shots with a girl who is â€˜just a friendâ€™ and realize this is not what I should be doing.

Iâ€™m about to stop this whole charade before it goes any further when Ryder grabs my hand. â€œI donâ€™t think you got it wet enough, princess. Let me help you out.â€ He runs his tongue along my fist, and my body quakes from the excitement. What was I thinking about, again? I canâ€™t think about anything right now except that his tongue is exquisite, and I donâ€™t want him to stop. All too quickly he stops, much to my dismay, and grabs the salt shaker. Sprinkling it on my hand, he brings my hand to my mouth and commands meâ€¦â€Lick, princess.â€ I do as Iâ€™m told and lick the salt before he thrusts the shot in my hand. I tip it back feeling the amber colored liquor rush down my throat. I cough and sputter a little from the harshness. He quickly grabs the lime wedge, bringing it to my lips, ordering me again toâ€¦â€Suck for me.â€ Iâ€™m a little taken aback by his brazen choice of words, but I relent, sucking on the wedge with so much intensity and locking eyes with him as I do. I can see the heat in his gaze; he wants moreâ€¦I think. I just had the most intense tequila shot lesson in the history of time and it was with none other than Ryder Matthews. I canâ€™t help but wonder if heâ€™s this way with all women or just me. Maybe itâ€™s the tequila talking, but I swear I feel something for him. Iâ€™m just not sure what it is, yet.

Brandy Lynn resides in Richmond, Virginia with her husband, teenage son, and furry friend. She's a retired blogger, chocoholic, aspiring writer, wine lover, avid reader, procrastinator, animal lover, and a craft fanatic. Her debut novel, Make Me Forget is scheduled to release on February 23, 2015.

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This is Brandy's first book and I have been waiting YEARS for this. So, the hype is HUGE. Brandy's highly anticipated story is now here. And she did not disappoint. It was highly enjoyable and very beautiful. With Brandy you didnt get many things I have seen by new authors. She surprised me and blew me away. Amazing first story! I could not be more proud of her. We meet Chloe, a girl who was broken by her step-father in ways no child or person should have to go through. We fast-forward to the present day where she is heading off to college. She meets and makes new friends and even has some love interests. We meet Drew, who I fell in love with from the start. And we meet Ryder. The " bad boy" I enjoyed him, but was NOT fond of him. I was routing the entire time for Drew, and then I wasnt haha. Ryder captured my heart and I was conflicted who I felt was truly right for Chloe. This girl was broken and deserved nothing but the best. It took her some figuring out, but she finally reaches a conclusion. And I will leave it at that :-) ;-) you will have to read to find out who she chooses. And how her story ends and she overcomes the obstacles she has faced. A beautiful and touching story you will NOT want to miss out on. There are times you get frustrated with the characters, but be patient. Everything turns out how it should. As does any love triangle :-)

"I was afraid I that I'd get lost, but my heart knew the right direction."

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Sweet Sound of Silence by Melanie Dawn

2/19/2015

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Sometimes silence speaks the only truth.

Ryder Hawkley swallows his words the way he swallows his guilt. A life-altering tragedy keeps him locked away in a silent prison—a self-imposed punishment for a horrific mistake. His reputation…

Freak.
Weirdo.

Alexis Honeycutt arrives at college craving one thing—independence. Now, away from home and free from her family's overprotection, she attends a party with friends that will ultimately change her life. The moment she spots Ryder Hawkley sitting across the room, Alexis is intrigued.

Dangerous.
They whisper.

The intensity shimmering from Ryder’s haunting eyes beckons her, but Alexis vows to stay away from him. Only, she can’t seem to get Ryder’s unnervingly quiet stare out of her head.

Ryder is determined to ignore Alexis’s contagious smile the instant she strolls into the room. Despite his efforts, he is drawn to her and finds himself questioning everything he’d been holding on to for the past two years.

Although this book is part of a series, it CAN be read as a standalone. This book is intended for readers 17+ due to some language and mature themes.

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Kandi Steiner - Black Number Four - Cover Reveal

2/14/2015

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Title: Black Number Four
Author: Kandi Steiner
Release Date: April 4, 2015
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Known as one of the youngest and most ambitious poker players in the country, Skyler Thorne has a reputation to uphold in Vegas this year. Her sole focus for spring semester is to perfect her game and get tournament ready – and have some fun with her sorority sisters, of course. Meeting a care-free pledge with incredible arms adds a whole new element of fun to her semester, but when a shocking discovery about his past surfaces, Skyler finds herself stuck in a game she wasn’t prepared to play.

Kip Jackson is on a mission from his father. His plan was to get in, have a little fun, and then get out – on to bigger and better things. A feisty girl with bright blue eyes wasn’t on his list of things to do, but she quickly moves her way up to the very top. When he realizes completing his dad’s mission means crushing her in the process, he must decide if his dreams are worth the risk – or if he even has the same dreams, at all.

Two secrets. Two hearts. Two hands being played in one twisted game of deceit.

When the cards are on the table, will anyone be left standing?

The perfect poker face can only hide them for so long.

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There are three things you should know about me.

One, I can read a bluff like a neon street sign. Everyone gives themselves away in some form of a twitch or another, and after a few rounds at the table with me, I can guarantee I’ll know yours. So, throw your best fake smile or confident wink at me, but just know I can see right through you – and we both know there’s no sense in betting all your chips with nothing but a Jack high in your hands.

Two, I have the best poker face in the game. I’ll make you think you’re reading me, show a little sign of being nervous maybe or bite my lip in anticipation of the river, but it’s all part of the plan. I’m building you up to expect the wind to blow one way just so I can pull out an industrial size fan and send your shit flying just the opposite. And if by chance you do get to me, you won’t know – because I don’t let it show, not even a little. If anything, I’ll make you think you actually played right into my hand – making you the nervous one, in turn. The key to a killer poker face is to strip your soul of all emotion and show only what you purposefully want the other person to see. And trust me – I’m the lead singer in the band of No Emotion.

Number three and, perhaps, the most important thing to know about me is this: I know when to fold. I know when to hang in tough, when to push my luck, when to bluff my ass out of a tight situation and when to throw the cards down and run as fast as I can in the other direction. In poker and in life, it’s all about knowing the game you’re playing and how you stand up to the competition. And pace – you have to know when to push and when to sit back and let it ride. Now don’t get me wrong – I hate throwing in the towel as much as any other competitive, adrenaline chasing poker junkie, but I’ve learned even in my short time in the game that there are some hands you just don’t mess with… some cards that forever trump others.

All three of these things are true. If you asked any sports reporter, any poker analyst, any pro standing around watching the final table of this tournament right now – they would tell you all three of these things about me and maybe add in a few notes of their own. Which is why I can’t understand why my hands are trembling, why my skin is slick with a film of sweat as I drop any shred of a poker face I have left and push the remainder of my chips forward – toward the one person who managed to get under my skin, to break me down, to change the game, to flip me on my ass and toss every rule I’ve ever had into a massive wood chipper, leaving me with nothing but the shavings.

The last thing I see before I close my eyes and give one final push of the chips toward the center of the table are the burning blue eyes that will forever haunt me, forever remind me that – even when we think we have a game completely mastered – there’s always the possibility that Chance and his brother, Luck, will show up and utterly screw everything.

“All in.”

Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness instructor and blackjack dealer.

Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a die hard hopeless romantic (like most girls brought up on Disney movies).

When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.

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Ember by Rachel Van Dyken Prologue Reveal

2/4/2015

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RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 19

I am a Killer. A Rapist. A Monster.

I know only pain and survival.

That is until the Cappo's sister walked into my life.

And changed everything.

She's a light who makes my darkness darker, her smile makes my heart turn to ice, and I can't escape the fear her seductive looks instill--knowing it's only a matter of time before I fail--again, and take her for myself.

This is the story of my redemption.

But it's not pretty...I died, and now I'm alive, but not living, breathing but not surviving. I am Phoenix De Lange, son to a murdered mob boss, estranged brother, horrible friend, monster in the making, newest leader to one of the most powerful families in the Cosa Nostra.

And I will have my vengeance.

Or die trying.

I am Phoenix De Lange.

Death is all I know.

Until she offers me a piece of life--I can't resist taking.

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Ember: A small piece of burning coal. Origin: Old English, Germanic. Example: All it takes is a one tiny piece of ember to start a flame, one small flame to burst forth into a fire. One spark, and a manâ€™s world may implode from the inside out.

PROLOGUE

Phoenix

â€œDo it,â€ my father spat. â€œOr I will.â€

I looked at the girl at my feet and back at my father. â€œNo.â€

He lifted his hand above my head; I knew what was coming, knew it would hurt like hell but had no way to fight back â€” heâ€™d already starved me of my food for the past three days for arguing, for trying to save the girl and her cousin.

His fist hit my temple so hard that I fell to the ground with a cry. The click of his boots against the cement gave me the only warning Iâ€™d have as he reared back and kicked me in the ribs; over and over again he kicked. The girl screamed, but I stayed silent. Screaming didnâ€™t help; nothing did.

I waited until he was done â€” I prayed that he would kill me this time. I prayed so hard that I was convinced God was finally going to hear me and take me away from my hell. Anything was better than living. Anything.

â€œYou worthlessâ€”â€ Another kick to the head. â€œâ€”piece of shit!â€ A kick to my gut. â€œYou will never be boss, not if you cry every time you must do the hard thing!â€ Finally, blessed darkness enveloped my line of vision.

I woke up from the nightmare screaming, not even realizing that I was safe, in my own bed. With a curse I checked the clock.

Three a.m.

Well, at least Iâ€™d only had one nightmare â€” that Iâ€™d remembered. Iâ€™d been living with Sergio for the past week; his house was so big that Iâ€™d basically taken the east wing, and heâ€™d taken the West, said heâ€™d hated living alone anyway. I wasnâ€™t stupid; I knew the guy wasnâ€™t exactly a big fan, but it worked. I needed to stay in the States while I figured shit out.

And I wasnâ€™t ready to leave. Not when I needed to learn all I could from Nixon. Not when I had responsibility.

And not when I had those black folders freaking burning a hole in my mind.

Luca hadnâ€™t just left me an empire; heâ€™d left me secrets. I wasnâ€™t sure what was worse, knowing everything there was to know about those I was supposed to be protecting or knowing that at any minute one of them could turn on us.

â€œHey!â€ Bee barged into my room.

â€œDamn it!â€ I pulled the blankets over my naked body, my heart picking up speed at her tousled hair and bedroom eyes. Texâ€™s sister, Texâ€™s sister. My body wasnâ€™t accepting that â€” physically it wasnâ€™t accepting any information other than she was beautiful.

And it was dark.

I looked away, scowling.

â€œI heard screaming.â€ Bee took a step forward, her perfume floating off her body like an aphrodisiac or drug, making me calm, making me want something I had no business wanting.

â€œYeah, wellâ€¦â€ I gave her a cold glance. â€œâ€¦clearly Iâ€™m fine, so you should go. Actually, why are you here? You know you live with Tex, right?â€

She shrugged and sat on my bed. I clenched my fists around the blankets to keep from reaching out to her. It was getting harder and harder to ignore her warmth â€” when I lived in a constant state of near-death cold.

â€œHeâ€™s with Mo, and they need privacy. Iâ€™m not stupid. So I asked Sergio if I could move in for a while.â€

â€œYou did what?â€ I asked in a deadly tone, one I was sure would probably give her nightmares later.

She grinned. â€œIâ€™m your new roomie!â€ Bee bounced on the bed and sent me a shy look from beneath her dark lashes. â€œAdmit it, you miss our slumber parties.â€

Forget the nightmare â€” I was looking at it.

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RELEASE DATE: FEBRUARY 19

I am a Killer. A Rapist. A Monster. I know only pain and survival. That is until the Cappo's sister walked into my life. And changed everything. She's a light who makes my darkness darker, her smile makes my heart turn to ice, and I can't escape the fear her seductive looks instill--knowing it's only a matter of time before I fail--again, and take her for myself. This is the story of my redemption. But it's not pretty...I died, and now I'm alive, but not living, breathing but not surviving. I am Phoenix De Lange, son to a murdered mob boss, estranged brother, horrible friend, monster in the making, newest leader to one of the most powerful families in the Cosa Nostra. And I will have my vengeance. Or die trying. I am Phoenix De Lange. Death is all I know. Until she offers me a piece of life--I can't resist taking.

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Prologue

Ember: A small piece of burning coal.

Origin: Old English, Germanic. Example: All it takes is a one tiny piece of ember to start a flame, one small flame to burst forth into a fire. One spark, and a manâ€™s world may implode from the inside out.

PROLOGUE

Phoenix â€œDo it,â€ my father spat. â€œOr I will.â€ I looked at the girl at my feet and back at my father. â€œNo.â€ He lifted his hand above my head; I knew what was coming, knew it would hurt like hell but had no way to fight back â€” heâ€™d already starved me of my food for the past three days for arguing, for trying to save the girl and her cousin. His fist hit my temple so hard that I fell to the ground with a cry. The click of his boots against the cement gave me the only warning Iâ€™d have as he reared back and kicked me in the ribs; over and over again he kicked. The girl screamed, but I stayed silent. Screaming didnâ€™t help; nothing did. I waited until he was done â€” I prayed that he would kill me this time. I prayed so hard that I was convinced God was finally going to hear me and take me away from my hell. Anything was better than living. Anything. â€œYou worthlessâ€”â€ Another kick to the head. â€œâ€”piece of shit!â€ A kick to my gut. â€œYou will never be boss, not if you cry every time you must do the hard thing!â€ Finally, blessed darkness enveloped my line of vision. I woke up from the nightmare screaming, not even realizing that I was safe, in my own bed. With a curse I checked the clock. Three a.m. Well, at least Iâ€™d only had one nightmare â€” that Iâ€™d remembered. Iâ€™d been living with Sergio for the past week; his house was so big that Iâ€™d basically taken the east wing, and heâ€™d taken the West, said heâ€™d hated living alone anyway. I wasnâ€™t stupid; I knew the guy wasnâ€™t exactly a big fan, but it worked. I needed to stay in the States while I figured shit out. And I wasnâ€™t ready to leave. Not when I needed to learn all I could from Nixon. Not when I had responsibility. And not when I had those black folders freaking burning a hole in my mind. Luca hadnâ€™t just left me an empire; heâ€™d left me secrets. I wasnâ€™t sure what was worse, knowing everything there was to know about those I was supposed to be protecting or knowing that at any minute one of them could turn on us. â€œHey!â€ Bee barged into my room. â€œDamn it!â€ I pulled the blankets over my naked body, my heart picking up speed at her tousled hair and bedroom eyes. Texâ€™s sister, Texâ€™s sister. My body wasnâ€™t accepting that â€” physically it wasnâ€™t accepting any information other than she was beautiful. And it was dark. I looked away, scowling. â€œI heard screaming.â€ Bee took a step forward, her perfume floating off her body like an aphrodisiac or drug, making me calm, making me want something I had no business wanting. â€œYeah, wellâ€¦â€ I gave her a cold glance. â€œâ€¦clearly Iâ€™m fine, so you should go. Actually, why are you here? You know you live with Tex, right?â€ She shrugged and sat on my bed. I clenched my fists around the blankets to keep from reaching out to her. It was getting harder and harder to ignore her warmth â€” when I lived in a constant state of near-death cold. â€œHeâ€™s with Mo, and they need privacy. Iâ€™m not stupid. So I asked Sergio if I could move in for a while.â€ â€œYou did what?â€ I asked in a deadly tone, one I was sure would probably give her nightmares later. She grinned. â€œIâ€™m your new roomie!â€ Bee bounced on the bed and sent me a shy look from beneath her dark lashes. â€œAdmit it, you miss our slumber parties.â€ Forget the nightmare â€” I was looking at it.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she's not writing you can find her drinking coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor. She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband and their snoring Boxer, Sir Winston Churchill. She loves to hear from readers! You can follow her writing journey at www.rachelvandykenauthor.com

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EXCERPT REVEAL: Manwhore by Katy Evans

2/4/2015

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MANWHORE by Katy Evans

EXCERPT

I look very different than the girl Saint met in his office. But I don’t feel any different. My

nerves are frayed to the edges as I give my name to a bouncer at the entrance and I’m allowed

into the club, every part of me snug and tight in my dress as my black heels hit the floor.

Whereas M4 was all museum-like, the Ice Box is pure dark decadence. Ice sculptures sit on

pedestals around the room. Cages with body-painted dancers hang from the ceiling. A bar with

white and blue lights stretches from one wall to another.

Strobe lights flash across the space as I get jostled by the crowd. The bass thumps as the song

“Waves” by Mr. Probz plays for the dancing crowd. Drinks are flowing on shiny silver trays,

and the drinks are so adorned—by fruits, olives, salt glitter or colorful liquid swirls—they’re like

artworks. This isn’t a normal swanky club. It’s the rich boys’ club and everywhere you look are

beautiful people wearing beautiful things.

“I met him! God! When he said hi I thought I’d faint...!”

My nerves eat at me as I hear that, because I know for sure they’re talking about him. Trying to

breathe, I wind deeper into the club, wishing for Gina so bad I ache. The room is packed with

women, some clearly on the hunt, others already paired with someone, a few hanging out with

their friends. I breathe slowly, in and out, telling myself I can do this. It’s just a club. I can have

some fun. It’s been a while since I’ve gone out to a club, and never a club like this, but it doesn’t

matter. I can interview people, and if I’m lucky, I can do more than that.

After scanning the area and trying to find the best spy-spots, I go to the top level and that’s when

I get the best look at what’s happening downstairs at the most crowded corner.

And speak of the devil. My heart stops a beat when I see that dark head of his, and that loathed,

burning knot in my stomach squeezes with a vengeance. I swear no one in my life has ever made

He sits with his arms stretched out behind him, a wine glass and two women vying for his

attention as he chats with his friends. His masculine face is illuminated in certain angles when

the lights flash—his beauty unprecedented.

Okay. Breathing. Do I want him to know I’m here or not?

A watery sensation seems to spread down my limbs as I force myself to go downstairs. I wind

a path to the ladies’ room and worm myself through the throng of bodies toward a wide mirror

above a set of modernist floating sinks. A group of women preen at themselves while I look our

reflections. To my right, a woman pouts her red lips, and to my left, her friend pouts her pink

ones. Me? I’m still me, but I look extravagant, like I was born here. I look very different than the

young girl in coveralls he met. Will he even recognize me like this?

“You going to the after-party?” Red Lips asks Pink Lips as they retouch their lipsticks.

“Lookie lookie.” Red Lips waves a keycard in the air.

There’s squealing in the room and she tucks the key into her bra. “Mine!”

“So there’s an after-party?” I ask them.

“At Saint’s penthouse,” one says, nodding.

“How do you get invited to this party?”

“A hundred keys are distributed during the evening.”

A sudden thought of stealing the very key she’s just tucked into her bra flickers through my

mind. I mean, it’s just a key. It couldn’t possibly be a felony.

“Babe,” she tells me, “stop giving my key the eye! I’ve been waiting three years to get a key like

this. Go and work your ass out there if you want one. Only the finest asses make it.”

“Thanks,” I say, turning to look at my ass in the mirror questioningly. Gina says I’ve got a great

ass. It’s perky and the perfect handful, some would say. But would Saint say that?

I sigh and lean against the wall, then I spot all the little writings on an open stall door. I narrow

my eyes, forcing my focus.

Malcolm for my baby-daddy

Tahoe rammed me right here

Callan licks cunt like a caveman

I head back into the noise and try to find a good spot for spying when I see him again. The two

women won’t leave his side and now my stomach for some reason feels jumpy, annoying me.

One of the blondes takes a shot from the waiter, licks the rim, and then adds salt.

Saint edges back and watches her with an expression of casual boredom, but his lips are curled,

as if he’s having some fun.

I’m so engrossed watching—a little too fascinated and a little bit disgusted—I don’t realize a

guard has walked up to me until he’s right in my face. He signals to the back of the room—to

where Saint’s best friends are now watching me. Saint isn’t even looking my way. Oh no, he’s

too busy being entertained, still wearing that almost-bored smile. Maybe they need to take their

tops off to get him excited?

All three men fit in perfectly with the lavish surroundings, but I can’t look at the other two. Only

at Malcolm. Malcolm’s dark good looks blend with the shadows like Hades in his own little

Suddenly he laughs over something one of the blondes does and he turns a little, his eyes landing

straight on me—and stopping there.

I feel his stare like a hit of adrenaline. I want to look away, but I can’t, I feel trapped. I don’t

know if I made this up but I could’ve sworn his chest jerked as if he sucked in a breath.

Does he recognize me?

Suddenly the atmosphere is so heavy I can’t breathe. My lungs feel like rocks and I really

can’t breathe. As he rakes me in one fast, complete sweep of his eyes that makes my stomach

grip nervously, he takes in my pumps up to my long blonde hair, and I become aware of my

dress hugging the top of my thighs, my hips, my abdomen, my breasts and even my ass. Oh

god. I force myself to follow the guard in his direction, every step accelerating my heartbeat.

In that black suit and without a tie, the top button of his shirt open and his hair a bit rumpled,

Saint is the embodiment of luxurious and decadent and sin. He is Sin Itself and I feel like an

He stretches his long legs out before him, his stare fixed on mine without any seeming

inclination to move away.

“Mr. Saint,” the guard clears his throat. “The gentlemen had me summon her.”

Although his smile doesn’t waver, the look on his face is completely remote and unreadable.

“Here she is, gentlemen,” the guard then tells the other two—the blond and the copper-
haired men looking at me like lunch.

“Tahoe,” the blonde says.

“Callan,” the copper-haired says.

Saint merely pats the blondes on the butt and sends them on her way, then he reaches

out to take my elbow somehow in an instinctive gesture that brings me a strange sense of

comfort. I don’t know anybody else here, so when he tugs me to his side, I go down and sit next

to him on the edge of the long booth.

And that’s when he leans his dark head over to me and murmurs, “Malcolm.” His voice is so

deep and rumbling, I shiver.

“Rachel,” I lamely offer.

He raises his eyebrow and stares at me. What are you doing here, Rachel? he seems to ask.

I’m wondering what to say, when Tahoe lifts his drink and drains it. “You’re up past your

bedtime.” The Texan oil baby. Oozing charm, drawling out the words.

I don’t know why but I’m acutely aware of the position of Saint’s body in relation to mine. He

just straightened fully in the booth and somehow shifted so his arm is very noticeably stretched

“Like they say, no rest for the wicked,” I answer Tahoe with an extra-wide smile, my heart

pounding over Saint’s nearness.

Suddenly I can smell him. Just him. Among all the mingled scents in the room, it’s Saint

somehow in my lungs, in every breath. He radiates a vitality that draws me like a magnet. It

unnerves me but something in his presence, so close to me, soothes me too.

“Apparently there’s a dress code—Saint had to drop his tail and horns at the door,” Callan jokes

as a waiter sets a drink before me.

“Oh yes.” I tug the hem of my skirt self-consciously, “I had to drop half my dress.”

“Did you now?” Tahoe asks.

One word, one letter, from Malcolm.

“Yeah, Saint?” Tahoe returns, lifting his eyebrows.

I almost spit out the drink. I cough and slam my hand to my chest, and Saint calmly reaches out

to take my drink from my hand and sets it aside. “Okay?” he asks, ducking his head and peering

I give one last cough and squeeze my eyes shut and nod, and when I open my eyes, Saint is the

only thing I see. I find him staring at me in such a penetrating way I can feel the stare in my

“Did you just get to the party, Rachel?” he asks.

As he waits for my reply, he reaches for my cocktail and extends the glass out to me. His wrist is

thick and looks so strong, so golden, his skin smooth, his arm dusted with a little bit of hair as I

cautiously take it from him, our fingers brushing.

Tahoe reaches for his coat pocket and waves whatever he extracted in the air. “Saint! May I?”

Excitement leaps in my chest when I realize it’s the key!

“Not happening, that’s not her scene,” Malcolm murmurs besides me.

“Aw! Come on, let me give her a key. She’s a dime, man,” Tahoe drawls.

I’m so disbelieving, I’m not even breathing as Malcolm slowly stands. I follow him up, staring

up into his face in confusion.

“What do you mean it’s not my scene?” I demand. I feel like there’s no gravity when he stands

so close to me. I’m dizzy. Confused. And unexpectedly hurt.

For the first time since we met, he looks at me like he’s actually losing his temper...with me. He

leans closer and puts his lips close to my ear. “Trust me when I tell you, it’s not your scene. Go

home,” he whispers. He sends me a look laden with warning and walks away, blending into the

Tahoe and Callan stare at me, speechless. “That’s a first,” Tahoe mumbles and heads away.

I feel myself burn in humiliation and confusion. Worse is that, when I go outside, the same man

who drove us around the day before walks over to me.

“Miss Livingston, a pleasure to drive you,” he says, hanging up his phone as if Saint just called

him. He is a huge man, with a bald head, an earpiece, and no expression. A second later, he’s

opening the car door of the Rolls for me.

Did Saint call him just now and ask him to escort me home?

Aware of people staring and seeing me being led to Saint’s car, I climb into the back of the car

and I murmur my thanks simply because it’s not this man’s fault.

The car smells new and expensive and, like him. A bottle of wine and water bottles ride with me.

There’s music in the background and the temperature is just right. The perfect luxury of it all

tempts me to run my hands down my dress and look down at myself in confusion. What is wrong

I feel as if he pulled the rug from under me and reminded me what I’m up against. The top of the

species. Somebody ruthless.

I can’t take the heat in the back of my ears and on my cheeks. I sag on the backseat and set my

forehead on the window. Focus, Livingston! Exhaling, I grab my phone and try to write down all

the details about what I saw, but I can’t right now. I just can’t do anything but ride here, in his

car, wondering why I feel so vulnerable.

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MANWHORE

book #1 of ‘the manwhore series’

Is it possible to expose Chicago’s hottest player—without getting played?

This is the story I’ve been waiting for all my life, and its name is Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan

Saint. Don’t be fooled by that last name though. There’s nothing holy about the man except the

hell his parties raise. The hottest entrepreneur Chicago has ever known, he’s a man’s man with

too much money to spend and too many women vying for his attention.

Mysterious. Privileged. Legendary. His entire life he’s been surrounded by the press as they dig

for tidbits to see if his fairytale life is for real or all mirrors and social media lies. Since he hit the

scene, his secrets have been his and his alone to keep. And that’s where I come in.

Assigned to investigate Saint and reveal his elusive personality, I’m determined to make him the

story that will change my career.

But I never imagined he would change my life. Bit by bit, I start to wonder if I’m the one

discovering him...or if he’s uncovering me.

What happens when the man they call Saint, makes you want to sin?

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children and three dogs and spend my time baking, walking, writing, reading, and

taking care of my family. Thank you for spending your time with me and picking

up my story. I hope you had an amazing time with it, like I did. If you’d like to

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Lane One: Temptation Release Blitz & review

2/2/2015

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Synopsis

Theodore Rosely.

Handsome. Intelligent. Wealthy.

Great in bed with the body of a Greek God.

Just the mention of my name has women dropping their panties.

I'm one of the city's most eligible bachelors and women line up just to get a taste of me. I work hard to make millions during the day, and play hard at night.

Frumpy, overweight and average-looking is not my type. I like beautiful, thin women with tight bodies and an even tighter- well, you know what I'm getting at.

That's why the mysterious woman from my health club who swims laps every morning should not hold my interest. She's the exact opposite of what turns me on, yet I can't take my eyes off her.

She's intriguing... She's fascinating... And she's quickly becoming my obsession.

I can't learn enough about her.

I'm used to getting exactly what I want...

â€¦and now I want her.

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Prologue

Entry #1715

If I were able to define beauty it would be simple. I'd just have to say her name. The way she smiles at the simplest of things, or the way she crinkles her nose when she doesn't like something. There's beauty in her laugh, her love of children, her kindness towards others, and her painful past full of despair and heartache. The pain she hides from the rest of the world is the most beautiful of all. It makes me want to protect her until my last breath. If the world got to see what I see every day, she would no longer be just mine. Every man who was lucky enough to be in her presence would want her.

"Can I get you anything else, sir?"

The fasten seat belt light flickers off, letting me know that it's okay to move around the plane cabin after the long stretch of turbulence ends. I stand up, stretching my legs out in front of my first class seat. There are two hours left on this eight-hour flight to London and I'm already itching to get back to Chicago.

"No, thanks," I reply, brushing past the petite woman and making my way to the small lavatory located in first class. It's unoccupied so I squeeze myself inside and lock the door behind me.

After relieving myself of the several cups of coffee I've consumed on the flight, I zip up my pants and wash my hands in the tiny sink, briefly glancing at my appearance in the mirror.

The man staring back at me looks worn out and fucking old as shit.

I've noticed the subtle changes in my appearance these past couple weeks and at first I thought I was going crazy. I was convinced I was seeing things that weren't there, but when the first few gray hairs started to appear near my temples, I couldn't pretend to imagine it anymore. The stress of everything having to do with her has made me age.

I hate leaving her, even for these little trips where I'm gone for less than forty-eight hours. Although I've hired the best team around, I don't trust the care she's under. If I'm not there to supervise the daily schedule, I live in fear that someone will make a mistake or mess up, and I'll be forced to live the rest of my life without her.

A life without her is not a life I'm willing to live.

I press down on the faucet and cup my hands, letting them fill with water before splashing my face. The cool water is refreshing against my skin, and in an odd way makes me feel slightly better and more awake. As I'm drying my face there is a knock on the lavatory door. I toss the paper towel in the garbage and unlock the door, ready to go back to my seat but instead someone walks in.

"Are you sure there's nothing else I can do for you, sir?" the eager flight attendant asks. I've always had this effect on women and even though I look the worst I've ever appeared, apparently women still want me.

She's looking up at me, her eyes coated in heavy make-up. She can't be older than twenty. Her button up flight attendant top is open, revealing her perky, young breasts and while her offer might have been something I would have considered a while back, it's no longer a desire of mine when I'm in the right mindset.

She clicks the lock behind her and moves towards me in the confined space. The small toilet is pushing against the back of my legs so I have nowhere to move. Her firm chest brushes against mine as the palm of her hand slides against my stomach and lowers to the front of my trousers. She rubs the small palm of her hand up and down, attempting to get a reaction from my cock. I'm too stunned at the moment to stop her, too tired to think straight.

"I can be very helpful," she offers.

She undoes the button of my pants and slowly unzips them, lowering them past my hips. She places her delicate hands over my cock again and begins to stroke me over my boxer briefs.

It's been so long since I've been touched. I can't remember ever going this long without my dick receiving some kind of attention from the opposite sex. I need to stay focused. I need to remember why I'm here, why I'm on this plane. I run on a strict schedule. I like my detailed to-do lists and today's list is an easy one. There are just four simple steps.

*Go to London

*Sign the necessary paperwork needed at my business meeting

*Get my ass back on the plane to Chicago

*Go see my girl and make sure those incompetent assholes don't fuck up while I'm away

I'll be home in less than forty-eight hours. I can get through forty-eight fucking hours.

As I'm repeating the words over in my head I almost forget about the young woman in front of me until I feel my cock stir to life. Warmth spreads through my body and the desire to fuck something so I can come suddenly takes over my thoughts.

I look down at my dick but can only see the fiery, red hair of the flight attendant as she pulls my boxers down and devours my cock with her mouth.

Fuck me. That feels incredible.

I forgot how nice a soft set of lips and a warm mouth can feel around my cock.

As soon as I think it, a visual of the argumentative, fun-loving brunette I love pops into my head and I groan in agony instead of satisfaction. The redhead takes this as encouragement and she gently bites down on my long, hard length before dragging her teeth up to the head and sucking the tip. As great as it feels, I'm forced to push her off of me. She falls back against the door and I quickly zip myself back up while looking at her stunned face.

She's pretty, gorgeous really, but she's not her. No one will ever come close to her.

"That was sweet of you to offer, but I'm afraid I'm a one woman man."

"I can be discreet. No one will know," she whispers huskily.

"And I don't like repeating myself. You're a young woman who probably has more to offer a man than a blowjob in the lavatory of first class. You should focus on your job, while I focus on getting back in my seat. Excuse me."

I gesture towards the door and wait for her to stand up and adjust her clothing. She unlocks it and steps out of the small, enclosed space. I follow behind her to go back to my seat. The large leather seat is comfortable and I recline back, shutting my eyes to try and forget what just happened.

Forty-eight hours. I just need to get through the next forty-eight hours.

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I am an avid reader. I love so many different genres of books and began publishing my own stories in 2013. Writing is my release and I love to share the stories in my head with you. When I'm not writing I'm spending time with my children. *I love the idea of love. *Chocolate is my kryptonite. *I want my own HEA. *Rainstorms bring me peace. *Sleep is overrated. *I love alpha males. *Apple rules my life. Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/justineelvira Website: http://justineelvira.blogspot.com/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/justineelvira Facebook: www.facebook.com/justineelvirabooks

This book is seriously unlike anything I have ever read from Justine or anyone. And possibly my new favorite read of 2014!
From page one it captivates you and keeps your interest piqued . Theo is one sexy , rich, alpha. And he has a secret.
He slowly starts to fall for the sweet and "frumpy" girl in lane one. For almost a year he watches her and slowly becomes obsessed with her every move. He finally works up the nerve to talk to her and they realize they have more in common than they would of have ever guessed. The two are attracted to each other, but Cassie pulls away. She knows Theo's past and doesn't want to be another notch on the bed post. Theo is desperate to show her who he truly is and that he has changed and actually has genuine feelings for her. Will she let him have a chance?
He follows her throughout the whole story and its very mysterious and humorous. It keeps you guessing and gripping your Kindle the entire time. I loved every single minute of this book. Could not put it down once I started. I know everyone will love it as much as I do. Cannot wait for part 2!!!

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