Elizabeth has finally escaped from Asmodeus. Safely tucked away in a small seaside village in Italy, she finds peace and maybe a little bit of heat with Jared. Her seeming savior, he not only got her somewhere safe, but the connection, heat, and desire he inspires in her is undeniable. But one little slip up. And the devil finds his diamond again. From a secluded hideaway, locked in the devil’s arms, to the busy streets of Paris, France. The devil is no longer playing in her dreams, but with her very real, hot-blooded desires. Elizabeth quickly comes to realize that she may never escape the beast, and that her only option could be to give in, or die trying to save her soul… and heart. *This book contains controversial subject matter that may be objectionable to some readers.* If I die before I wake, pray the Lord my soul to take. That single sentence kept running on a loop in her brain. She didn’t know why. Even growing up, her faith was iffy at best. Elizabeth struggled now even more. The facts remained. If there was a devil, then there was a God. There had to be. Right? Her fingers tightened on the steering wheel as she pushed that last quarter mile into the town she was to meet Jared. The only person on her side in this whole sordid mess. At first Elizabeth was going to stop, but things had changed after she saw the devil in his true form. Her brain couldn’t reconcile the monster that had threatened her with the handsome man that threatened her. Somehow, it seemed less real, and easier to survive this bullshit if he was just that handsome man. The monster was harder to stomach and it felt like a daunting task to escape him. It was going on the seven-hour mark. Elizabeth had stopped for gas twice, and ate a small bag of chips. This was slowly catching up to her as she nudged the gas pedal to the floor. The road turned from concrete to dirty the closer she got to the small seaside town of Polignano a Mare. Her heart started to pound faster and her knuckles were white as she clenched the wheel. Elizabeth could see the small turnout. She jerked the wheel to the right and the back of the car fishtailed as she kept up her speed and pushed forward. The car quickly righted itself and she released an ugly, loud sob of relief as the quaint two-story building came into view. It looked like a simple modest home. Its outside walls were a light tan with dark markings that looked like water damage. The grape vines climbed up to the second story windows. They all looked as if they were open. It appeared the home was on a large, expansive property. Miles of grape vines spread out up a hill behind the home and overlooked the glittering blue blanket of liquid paradise to her right. Elizabeth couldn’t even enjoy the view. Her vision was blurred from her sudden rush of tears. She'd held back the whole way, distracting herself with the one focus. Get to Jared. She unclenched her fingers from the steering wheel and slammed her palm against the horn. The loud wail brought forth two monks that seemed to be racing from the back with another person. Elizabeth fought for breath and vision and she saw a young man, around her age come running for the car from the back of the home. Without further thought, she slammed both her feet on the brakes. The seatbelt locked and momentarily knocked the wind from her. The car pitched sideways and slid until it finally stopped. Elizabeth couldn’t move. Her body seemed to take on a tremor as her forehead pressed against the wheel and she allowed the ugly tears to flow with abandon. She figured she had refrained from breaking down this long, why not have a good cry? A mixture of relief and sadness poured through her soul and out of her tearducts. She knew deep down that this was only a reprieve. Like he said, he would find her again. She couldn’t hide. Elizabeth simply delayed the inevitable. The driver door being jerked open distracted her internal musings. She heard panting breaths. Her own and someone else’s. Out of the corner of her eye, she spied the young man crouching next to her. A tentative hand reached out and rested on her knee. “Bethy?” The masculine whisper held a note of promise that brought her head up and her gaze over to his. For that moment she stopped breathing. In this minute of despair she felt the corner of her lips curve up at the devastating man gazing back at her with a look of such heart-pounding concern she could die now and know that someone gave a shit. “Jared,” she sobbed. Half of his lips quirked up and she released a highly unattractive laugh/sob. Elizabeth’s chest heaved as the odd spasm took over and her trembling fingers reached for the belt. “Here, I got it,” he whispered. He was perfect. Beautiful. He was all man, with longish dark hair that reached his shoulders. The natural waves throughout made him look like he was from a different time. His deep brown eyes were like black pools that reflected her own pain, yet had a hint of playfulness. His jaw was speckled in a few days’ worth of growth. His face, oh that handsome face. He wasn’t chiseled like Asmodeus; no, he was natural, unblemished. His jaw was strong and wide. A boyish charm glowed from him that made her wish for a life she would never have. A life that was easy, where she could date men like him. Where men like him could even break her heart. The white t-shirt he wore hid nothing. He was broad, with muscles that rippled as he reached over her body and released the seat belt. Jared carefully reached in, sliding an arm under her knees and behind her back, pulling her from the car. She felt all that strength--sinews, muscles, and power--as he tugged her against his chest. Elizabeth nuzzled against his neck and allowed his warm and fresh scent to consume her. She memorised him in that moment. He smelled like fresh air, sweat, and man. He didn’t coat himself in anything fake. He was just--Jared. Her fingers fisted the front of his shirt and she heard him chuckle. “Happy to see me, Bethy?” His laughter pierced her heart and she wished with all that she was that she could have him. Elizabeth knew in that moment. Her heart wouldn’t be allowed his. She couldn’t doom him to this life. She would stay out the month, figure out a way to break this bullshit debt, and give him his life back. “You have no idea.” With that she snuggled in closer as he took her into the home. Bonnie Bliss is the brain child of two authors. Bonnie is husband and wife duo that has come together to weave stories of passion, action, betrayal, and ultimate surrender. They have discovered that mixing genres in their thing. Their tastes go dark, and they love to twisted up sweet stories and make them a bit more tense and sexy. Bonnie writes in multiple genres with plans to dabble into more areas of fiction. One is a Southern California native, the other was born and raised in Yorkshire, England. The husband spends his time giving the wife alpha males with bite. He is a man that needs to see his world in print. He has a panty melting accent, loves listening to music, watching Game of Thrones, and obsessing over Heisenberg. The wife spends her time writing strong women that evolve into their power, they don’t just come out guns blazing. She claims the song California Girls, by Katy Perry is totally accurate. She’s done everything from waitressing, customer service phone rep., Corporate Real Estate, and spent a pretty impression part of her life working for the Disney Corporation—before finding her way into the publishing world with her husband. HOSTED BY:
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Falling apart. Barely breathing. How can I go on without you? Karly Erikson’s fairy tale ending comes to an abrupt halt as she slowly adjusts to life without being in the arms of the man she loves. Nicholas Hayes makes a decision, which changes his entire life. Living with the decision he’s made, every day is a struggle. His heart only knows one love-Karly Erikson. When Karly returns to Wilmington, the choices she makes will put what’s left of her heart on the line. Is she ready to fight for what's truly hers? Do you know that feeling when a knife is in your heart, twisting and turning? Do you know what it’s like to have a car run you over a million times? That’s how I’m feeling. Rage builds in me and, instead of screaming and yelling, I sit in front of Larry, numb and frozen. He brings me into his arms and tries to calm me down. “I know and that’s what I told him.” I can’t give Nicholas what he needs, even though it’s what I truly want. I refuse to break up his marriage and be the one that he uses to escape from Jamie. If something is up and he’s doing this because she’s manipulating him, then that’s a different story and I’ll beg him to leave her. I don’t know the whole story and I’m not sure if I even will get the story. A little voice in my head keeps screaming at me to fight for the man I love. But I don’t know if that’s the right answer. Vision of Love & Vision of Destiny Nate Tebow as Nicholas Hayes Vision of Hope Ryan Patrick as Jensen Toscano New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, S.Moose, lives in Webster, NY. A 2011 St. John Fisher graduate, S.Moose loves to read and write. When she isn't in her room in front of her computer or a book, she is with her family and friends. S. Moose is a romantic at heart and loves anything with a happily ever after. HOSTED BY: We are so stoked to bring you the Release Day Launch for M. Leighton's ALL THINGS PRETTY! ALL THINGS PRETTY is a Contemporary Adult Romance and the third novel in M. Leighton’s Pretty Series. Sig's book is here!Amazon ** Barnes & Noble ** iBooks ** KoboExcerpt: Her lips are still curved when she turns her attention back to me. Something about the moment hits me like a punch to the gut. I think for a second that I could stand here and stare at her, just enjoy her smile and her happiness for hours. Days, maybe. But I can’t. We can’t. So, instead, I brush a clump of mud from the end of her nose. “Have fun?” “I did. Thank you. This was so good for him.” “And you.” “And me,” she concedes. “You can be the real you around me anytime. I won’t tell a soul.” “So you prefer this?” “Oh, hell yeah! I don’t need glamorous. Or proper.” “I’m not proper.” “You forget that I heard your…expressiveness that day on the side of the road. And it didn’t consist of ‘darn’ or ‘golly gee’. But I haven’t heard anything like that come out of your mouth since then.” “Ladies aren’t supposed to talk that way, according to Lance.” “I don’t want a lady. I want a woman. One who knows her own mind. One who wears what she’s comfortable in, one who says what she’s thinking.” I take a step closer. I can’t help myself. Her scent draws me in. Even covered in mud, she smells like sexy sunshine. “I want the woman who kisses like she’s on fire and makes me feel like I’m the only one who can put her out.” “Sig,” she begins. I break in to cut her off. I know her objections. And I know how much I don’t want to hear them. “I’m just being honest. I’m not even touching you.” Her eyes are glued to mine, a damn near irresistible gravity pulling us together. “It’s not like you can anyway. I mean, we’re in public. With my little brother. What could you possibly touch?” I reach down and smear my hand in mud. With her eyes locked on mine, I reach between us and flatten my palm on her chest, right over her heart. “This. I’d touch this.” ALL THINGS PRETTY Synopsis: Pretending to be something they’re not, afraid to trust anyone completely, destined to tear each other apart– this is the story of unlikely love and unbearable consequences. Sig Locke is a cop. He was raised by a cop and all his brothers are cops. He bleeds blue, believes in right and wrong, and sees in black and white, never in shades of gray. But that was before he met Tommi. Tommi, with her long legs and bright green eyes, she captured Sig’s interest from the moment he saw her. Even after he discovered who she was–the girlfriend of a drug dealer, the beauty behind a criminal–he still found her utterly irresistible. What Sig doesn’t know, however, is that she has a secret even a cop can’t uncover. Tommi Lawrence hasn’t had an easy life, and it only got more complicated the day she met Sig. She learned long ago that she can’t trust anyone. Her gut tells her that Sig is no exception, her heart tells her that he is. But that was before she found out his real identity. Can love be forged in a fire of lies? Or will the truth destroy them both? M. Leighton Bio:New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, M. Leighton finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days M. Leighton enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you'll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren't roaming in that direction, she'll be riding horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office. A note from M. Leighton: I love coffee and chocolate, even more so when they are combined. I'm convinced that one day they could be the basis for world peace. I also love the color red and am seriously considering dying my hair. Twitter | Author Goodreads | Website | ALL THINGS PRETTYGoodreads | Facebook Nothing makes my cock stand at attention like my lil' Firecracker. She thinks she can hide behind that sharp tongue and those succulent pink lips, but it only makes her taste all the sweeter. I can't get enough...if only she could say the same. Release Day Party! Starts at 5:30 CDT! Come hang out with some of your favorite authors!!! https://www.facebook.com/events/296032813935918/ Amazon: http://amzn.to/1vpIEf0 Barnes & Noble: TBA Kobo: TBA Angela Graham is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of the Harmony series. She resides in Tipp City, Ohio with her three beautiful children. Collaborating with S.E. Hall, she has released three erotic short stories. Angela knew she found her calling in the world of fiction the moment she began pounding away at the keys for her first short story in 2012. With a baby on her shoulder, she wrote for about a year before deciding to try her hand at an actual novel. It was the best decision she ever made and since then she continues to bring characters to life in her free time. S.E. Hall is the author of the Amazon Best Selling Evolve Series, Emerge, Embrace, Entangled (novella) and Entice as well as the bestselling stand-alone NA Romance, Pretty Instinct. She has co-written Stirred Up, Packaged and Handled, a collection of erotic short stories with her CP and friend, Author Angela Graham as well as a collaboration titled Conspire, a romantic suspense with friend and author Erin Noelle. She is honored to be a part of the USA Today and NYT Best Selling Devour box set. S.E., which stands for Stephanie Elaine, resides in Arkansas with her husband of 18 years and 3 beautiful daughters of the home, and one married daughter who graced her with two beautiful grandchildren. When not in the stands watching her ladies play softball, she enjoys reading and writing and the occasional trip to the casino. She's also clutch at Baggo, when it's warm outside, and definitely the woman to pick on your side for some Flip Cup! Hosted By: Max “Slick” Jones has never led an easy life. He’s rough, hardened and tatted on the outside and never once thought that he deserved to be loved. Despite his upbringing, he’s dedicated his life to helping others. When his old friend Asher Wellington calls upon his services, he drops everything knowing he has a lifetime of debt to fulfill to this family. But, what he didn’t expect was to meet Chloe. Chloe Peters grew up in a privileged, picture perfect life with amazing parents and her twin brother, Kyle. She and Kyle were living out their lifelong dream until one second, one moment in time changed everything and sent her into a tailspin she thought she could never recover from. Will the exchange of deep dark pain in the eyes of two hardened souls open the door to a happily ever after? Can Max show Chloe that there can be life after tragedy? Can Chloe Show Max that he is worthy of love? Sometimes the hardest person to forgive, is yourself. This is a mature audience book, and is intended for adults only. Ever so slowly I enter her. Never in my life have I wanted something to last forever. This feeling, this moment, right here, the love that I feel bursting from my chest, is something I’ve never felt before. It’s something I never felt like I deserved. But I feel like if I died today, I’d die a happy man knowing what true love feels like. This is what a man waits for his entire life. This is what being in love feels like. She walks over to the window, pulls back the sheer white curtain, and stares out into what seems like nothingness. She places her forehead on the glass and slowly shakes it back and forth. I can’t stand to see her like this. I walk across the room and stand behind her. I question whether or not I should even touch her. My hand hovers over her arm as the hairs stand on end, begging me for my touch. Her mind is telling her no, but her body is crying out to me, begging me for help. Ever so softly I touch the back of her arms. She jumps and picks her head off the window, but doesn’t shrug it away. I run my hand down the back of her arms and bury my nose in the crook of her neck. I feel the goose bumps forming on her arms and I hear her breathing increase. I know she’s still in this broken shell. I know if I don’t do something now, I risk the possibility of never freeing her from her demons. And I know just what I need to do. I am an “Indie” contemporary romance author. I live in California with my husband and two teenage boys. I absolutely love being a stay at home mom. I never liked reading as a kid. I only started reading romance novels in the past few years. My Kindle and I are inseparable now. A thought occurred to me in December of 2012 that maybe I could write a romance novel. So I went to work with the encouragement of my husband and my sister-in-law. It didn’t take long to figure out that I really enjoy writing. Today I am a self-published author and it has been an amazing journey. Get Take A Chance FREE by signing up for Annalisa's Newsletter HOSTED BY: Coming: October 30, 2014 Working in the homicide division of the Detroit Police Department, has made Angelo Baldoni, a third generation officer, pretty much immune to the depths of depravity seen in his years on the force. When a young woman is brutally murdered, the case of Hope Cooper can change the course of his life. Hope, an outgoing young woman with everything going for her, lost it all the night that she was faced with the vicious eyes of a murderer. Stuck in limbo, Hope is confused and scared, trying to right the wrong done to her. Able to visit people in their dreams, Hope latches onto Angelo in hopes he can catch her killer. Angelo was raised with a strong belief in the afterlife and the dreams of Hope don’t go unnoticed. With the help of his partner, Bobby, he aims to catch the killer before he strikes again. However, a cold case causes Angelo's past to merge with Hope’s case. Will he keep his feelings at bay to find the murderer? Or will it be too late? PROLOGUE ~Hope~ I hate this ankle biting Yorkie as much as I hate its owner. If I could, I’d get rid of this client, but any business is good business right? I own a mobile pet grooming company, Squeaky Clean, and so far it’s doing well. But today I’m thanking everything that’s holy that as soon as I drop off Jeanie Costa’s Yorkshire terrier, I’m done for the day. I usually enjoy walking the dogs down Hines Drive because it's one of the last truly beautiful areas left in the Detroit area. After everything that’s happened, I’m always looking over my shoulder because feel like I’m being watched. Hines Drive doesn’t calm me like it usually does, and I find myself rushing the dog so we can get out of here. With the sound of footsteps behind me, fear settles in my soul causing me to start pulling the dog along. “Oh my God, will you just pee already!” I scream at the dog when it stops for the millionth time. Fear hits me full force and I’m about to just pick up the damn dog and run when Gigi growls as a large, calloused hand grips my shoulder and spins me around. I swing my arms, trying like hell to strike my attacker but hit nothing but air. As soon as I recognize him, anger quickly replaces fear. “Fuck! You scared me half to death!” “I’m sorry, Hope. I didn’t mean to startle you,” he says, looking away. “What are you doing in this area anyway? You don’t live around here.” The hair on the back of my neck is standing up and a frisson of disquiet travels down my spine. I mean, what are the odds that he’d be on the same street as me, when neither of us lives in this area? “I can’t wait any longer,” he whispers. “What?” I choke out, uneasiness creeping into my gut. I look around and realize there is not a single person or car in sight. Smart move, Hope. Put yourself in a dangerous situation by not paying attention to your surroundings. “I’m done waiting for you.” He lunges toward me, the black metal butt of a pistol gripped in his raised hand. He hits me on the head with such force that I actually see stars and feel incredible pain shoot through my temple. The momentum of the blow makes me think my brain shifted in my skull. I stumble backward and the last thing I see is Gigi biting my attacker’s leg. As I regain consciousness, I’m petrified when I can’t see my surroundings. When my eyes adjust to the dimly lit room, it becomes evident that I’m no longer outside, and I’ve been hogtied. I can feel the bile rise in the back of my throat as I glance around the room. The painted walls are yellowed and peeling. An old, battered wooden chair is nearby, and a dented bucket sits off in the corner. It’s the mattress that does me in, stained from top to bottom with a piss- covered top that reeks of decay. I take a few deep breaths and swallow back the rising vomit in my throat. It’s finally happened, that psycho finally kept his promises. As my heart and breathing quicken, I’m too scared to think straight. I force myself to take calming breaths so I can try and figure out how to get out of here. I try to get a better idea of my location, but all that’s visible is a window, most of the glass covered with boards. A loud shattering sound echoes from the next room, reminding me that I’m not alone. Pretending that I’m still out, I hear heavy footsteps approaching and I sense my stalker standing over me. He bends down and runs his fingers through my hair in an intimate gesture. “I’ve loved you forever, Hope, I wish you could see that.” He grabs a handful of my hair and seeing me wince seems to piss him off. Apparently realizing I was faking, he pulls me by my hair to the edge of the mattress and slams my head to the floor. It makes a sickening “thud” sound as it hits followed by an instant, nauseating throbbing. Warm liquid, probably my blood, drips down the side of my face into my mouth. The metallic taste fuels my fear—and my anger. I thrash against the bindings in an attempt to free myself but only manage to cause the filthy rope to dig deeper into my wrists and ankles, leaving me raw and bleeding. “I waited so long for you, baby, but you never gave me a chance. I do so many nice things for you, and you don’t even have the manners to say thank you.” He turns to look at me, venom in his eyes. I stop struggling as I shake my head to try and clear my thoughts and possibly ease the throbbing. I hope that my fear is not evident to him. Deep breaths, Hope, you’ve to get a grip if you want live. “I’m sorry I didn’t know it was you. Why didn’t you tell me?” “What difference does it make? You don’t give a shit either way.” He starts to pace and seems to become more agitated. He fists his hands into his dark hair, pulling on the ends. I twist my left wrist, wincing in pain from rope digging into my abraded flesh, but I feel the rope slowly giving way. Every time he glances in my direction, I freeze as my fear creeps higher up. I’m praying he doesn’t notice what I’m doing. “I never wanted it to end this way, but you have left me with no other choice. I can’t keep watching you every day, knowing you won’t be mine.” He stops pacing to look at me. He pulls a roll of duct tape out of his jacket pocket as he saunters over to me twirling the roll around his finger with an evil smirk on his face. “Please don’t do this.” Tears are streaming down my face. “I’ll do anything you want. Please. I’m sorry, I didn’t know sooner; let me make it up to you.” I try to sound genuine but fear overcomes me and my words sound shaky and unsure. “MAKE IT UP TO ME?” he yells. “It’s too late for empty promises, Hope; just shut the fuck up. I won’t listen to your bullshit anymore.” Before I can even open my mouth, he slaps me in the face so hard my head whips back. The sound of my neck cracking reverberates throughout the room. The force of the blow causes my jaw to clamp down so hard I bite into my tongue, the blood pooling in my mouth. He kneels down to get eye level with me, and I spit the mixture of blood and saliva in his face. “You bitch!” He rises up and wipes his face. Finally pulling a hand free, I punch him as hard as I can in the groin. Grabbing his crotch, he falls sideways with a loud groan, writhing in pain. Frantically kicking my legs free, knowing my life depends on getting away, I run to the door, throw it open and come face to face with complete darkness. My heart racing, I pick a direction and pray it’s the right one. “Hope, get back here!” he yells. Shit, he’s getting up. I dodge into a room as he stumbles out, crashing into a table causing him to yell in pain. “Where the fuck are you? When I find you, so help me God, you’ll be sorry, bitch,” he growls. I look around the moonlit room and spot what looks like a small closet. I get in, moving the nasty, ratty clothing that still hangs there aside and close the door behind me. I press myself up against the wall, the only sounds my heavy breathing and rapid heartbeat. “I know you’re here, you can’t hide from me, you stupid slut.” His voice gets louder and I know he’s only seconds from entering the room I’m in. My panic reaches new heights as I push myself to the back of the closet and close my eyes like a child. If I can’t see him then he can’t see me...right? Suddenly the door flies open and I cover my mouth to silence my scream. Grabbing the first limb he sees, he yanks my battered body from the small enclosure, knocking the wind out of me as my back slams against the hardwood floor. “Ah ha, gotcha bitch,” he laughs. “Now it’s time to pay for being such a whore and teasing me all the time.” He places his foot on my neck, holding me in place while I gasp for air. He jerks my arms behind my back nearly dislocating my shoulder. My struggling doesn’t deter him and he ties the ropes tighter than he did the first time. “Just stop fighting this, Hope.” When I continue to try and get free, he sneers and punches me in the face. Blood gushes from my nose, mixing with the dark pools that flow from my mouth and head. My face throbs and my tongue burns from the salt in my tears as he finishes his work, quickly leaving me totally at his mercy. He pulls a switchblade out of his scuffed combat boot and flicks it open. He slowly drags the double edged blade lightly up my body, stopping when the cold steel touches my cheek, smearing the blood that has continued to run down my face. Closing my eyes tightly, I pray he won’t use it but I silently begin to say my goodbyes. “You are so beautiful Hope. I could’ve given you the world. Can you not see how much I love you, what you mean to me? Do you know how bad it hurts watching you from afar when you should have been mine? DO YOU?” His breathing becomes more ragged as he shoves the knife under my shirt. I hold my breath, knowing where this is going. He cuts through my shirt, the knife razor-sharp, then makes quick work of my bra, leaving me naked from the waist up. “You. Are. Mine. Hope. I believe it’s finally time to take what’s mine.” I start to struggle against the ropes until I feel the edge of the knife at my throat. “Move again, slut, and I will cut your throat end to end and watch the life drain from your body.” Heather Mullins has always loved to read and has been writing poems and stories since childhood. She truly enjoys doing so much with other indie authors and fully supports this outstanding community. She uses her outgoing opinionated personality to help write and run multiple blogs. Heather is a full time student working to get her Bachelors in Human services specializing in substance abuse counseling. She’s an Air Force Veteran and enjoyed fighting for her country. Heather supports many different groups that help out other veterans. She is a mother of 3 wonderfully crazy kids and has been married for 13 years. When she isn’t playing taxi she is living vicariously through the lives of characters in any number of books. HOSTED BY: Author: Danielle Torella Genre: Adult Romance Release Date: December 16th Synopsis: For Margot Epstein a “normal life” was just a dream. Feeling unwanted and tossed aside since birth and being sent from foster home to group homes until she finally turns eighteen, already broken and bruised, Margot quickly learns a normal life is not what you get. Living with best friend Maddy for the last six years has its obstacles, but she copes with her books and library work, along with the comfort of the beach where she is able to escape. Josh her over controlling boyfriend holds a deep secret of Margot’s that she doesn’t want anyone to know. Afraid to leave him and outing her deepest secret, she is forced to stay with him. Margot isn’t sure she knows who she is anymore and is about to meet people she never expected. Especially Derrek or Justin... It’s about time she finds out who she truly is deep down. How can you find yourself when you barely existed to begin with? Add To Your TBR: Goodreads Follow Danielle Torella on FACEBOOKTour Hosted By Book Addicts One Stop PR Stop LINKS: Facebook Blog Website Email: [email protected] Twitter It was supposed to be the endless summer of sand, sea, and surf. Supposed to be. But Nick Andrews life is crashing out of control. His girlfriend and his best friend have declared war, his sister’s constant interference in his life is driving him insane, and there are money problems that won’t go away. Being seventeen isn’t supposed to be this hard. When cool surfer Marcus arrives in town, Nick sees that there are easier ways to live. But with his life falling to pieces around him, it’s hard to know who to trust. As the scorching heat of summer grows, events begin to unravel, reaching a shattering conclusion—and a summer he’ll never forget. “You have a great ass,” she whispered. I started writing contemporary romance two years ago. Before that, I didn’t think I could write a sex scene. Turns out I can! My lucky number is 13 because I was born on the 13th and live near a haunted castle by the ocean. My number one past-time is watching hot surfers get changed into (and out of) their wetsuits. My husband doesn’t read my books. My mother does. Writing is my love, my hobby, my total addiction. All my characters are important to me and whisper their stories, even when I’ve finished writing their books. That’s why you’ll often find bonus chapters/out-takes from various books, because those voices just won’t be quiet. HOSTED BY: Strong ties aren't easily broken... First loves have the ability to fill us with hope and then shatter us when they end. Some people can pick up the pieces and move on. Others simply learn how to exist as a fragment of the person that they used to be. Shane âMackâ MacAllister is one of the ones simply existing. His wife Ella died at a young age, leaving him alone and broken. Shane knew heâd never be able to give himself to another, believing there was nothing left to give. That is until a young, feisty doctor blazed into his life and made him rethink letting someone into whatâs left of his tattered heart. Dr. Megan Huntley has devoted her life to taking care of others, ever since her twin sister was brutally murdered. She might not have been able to save her sister, but she has made it her mission to help other victims. Long hours in the Emergency Room and volunteer work at the Rape Crisis Center leave little time for relationships. When Megan meets the rugged and handsome Shane MacAllister, she decides to throw caution to the wind and take the police detective for a ride. Too bad she canât get him out of her head⦠or her life. Will Shane and Megan be bound together by true love? Or will past loves and tragedy tear them apart? Using the pearls, I pulled her over to the dining room table. My hands on her waist helped her up on the table where I positioned her on her knees with her back facing me. The only thing she wore besides the choker was a sexy pair of heels that I made her put on before we started. The loop of pearls rested in her ass crack and the heels of the shoes pressed into the curves of her ass. She was quite simply perfection. I could have stared at her posed like this for hours. Pulling on the pearls her head came back, giving me perfect access to her neck. I ran my tongue along her skin, feeling goose bumps form on the flesh. âDo you like being at my mercy?â My voice was low and full of lust. I loved that she had this effect on me. âYes,â she whispered. âTouch yourself, Megan. Rub that clit for me.â She immediately obeyed. Her breath hitched when I pinched her nipples hard at the same time I bit down on the section of skin where her neck and shoulder met. âAre you wet?â I continued to roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. âYes,â she answered after several long seconds. âShow me how wet. Dip your finger inside and then bring it to my lips.â She dutifully obeyed, rubbing her slick digit across my bottom lip before I sucked it into my mouth. Releasing her finger, I instructed her to go back to touching herself. Grabbing a bottle of lube from my jacket pocket, I poured it down her ass crack. Her body trembled as my finger teased her puckered hole before slipping past the ring of muscles. I moved it in and out at a slow pace. âYouâre beautiful. Do you know that?â Her only answer was for her head to fall forward and a ragged breath to leave her lungs. âOne day Iâm going to fuck you here. You like that idea. I can tell.â She nodded, so I picked up the pace and continued talking low to her. âTell me how bad you want my cock right now. How bad you want me to fuck you. Make me crazy, buttercup. Make me want to tear you in two.â Standing at the bar, I flagged down the bartender and ordered two beers. Waiting for my change, I jumped when warm breath danced against the skin of my neck. âTell your friend youâre leaving. I want you naked and lying on your bed in exactly thirty minutes.â The word friend was said like it tasted bad. âAnd if I say no?â The words came out breathlessly as my body tingled with anticipation. âPunishment.â A full body shiver worked through me. One word, highly effective. âI canât waste my beer,â I argued. Mack positioned his hands on either side of my body and leaned into my back, getting as close as he could to me. My belly pressed into the bar, and I thought he might kiss me, but after several seconds he plucked a bottle from in front of me. âNow you have no excuse.â I jumped when he landed a smack on my butt, and then I was watching his back saunter away with my beer. Still reeling from what just happened, I shook my head and followed him to the backroom. The whole way I argued with myself over whether or not I was going to do as he said. On the one hand, I really wanted my fix of him. It was one of the reasons I had come out tonight. Okay, it was actually the reason. On the other hand, I hadnât seen John in a really long time, and I didnât like the idea of Mack making me leave when he wanted me to. And the threat of punishment wasnât so much of a deterrent, but rather compelled me to want to disobey him. Mack was lowering himself in a seat next to Kara when I hit the room. My heart skipped a beat at how good he looked. His tight white t-shirt stretched across his chest, and his long legs were clad with worn blue jeans. He leaned back in the chair and stretched his leg out in front of him, crossing them at the ankle. He looked casual and laidback, but his eyes were avidly watching me with an attentiveness that until that point Iâd only seen him use in the bedroom. It was enough to convince me to leave. âDidnât you get yourself one?â John asked when I handed him his beer. âNah. Got called into work. Iâm off on Sunday if you want to come over for dinner. Iâll make sauce.â His grin was infectious and I found myself smiling even though my insides were knotted after my conversation with Mack. âI could never pass up your sauce. Iâll bring a bottle of wine.â John leaned in and kissed my cheek. âIâm glad I ran into you. I was afraid after all this time away you just didnât want to see me anymore.â Even though his tone was joking, I knew he meant the words. After our history, I couldnât blame him for being concerned. âNever,â I said with conviction. âI really have to go. Iâll see you Sunday.â âSunday.â I turned on my heel and pushed through the crowd towards the exit. Looking over my shoulder, my eyes met Mackâs and I swear I felt his gaze straight down to my toes. Jessica is the author of the Love Square & Concierge series. She grew up in Central New York, where she spends her days as a Security Analyst at an IT consulting company. In her free time, she enjoys reading books and developing ideas for her own stories. Writing is her secret passion that she's been fostering since elementary school, when she wrote her first book about a puppy. It has always been a dream of hers to be able to share her stories with the world. Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs. HOSTED BY: Coming: October 23, 2014 The innocent girl with a delinquent heart has to live with her bad choices. Secret hope and hurt feel like falling while she learns how to breathe again, but there's still freedom in trouble. The runaway with blacked-out eyes is losing his grip. Crushing two hearts in one fist, his addiction bends rules and breaks deals, but the boy born for bliss isn't going anywhere without a fight. Love is knowing they should stay away, but love is illogical at best. She's afraid to let go. He won't let her. This is how silliness and foolishness grow up. Here, forever is a lie. I stand silent, breathing in through my nose and out my mouth. Tonight’s argument is years of frustration stacked and hidden, too tall to push away anymore. A little trigger is all it takes, and we end up like this, saying things we don’t mean, taking our aggravation out on each other. My heart pumps misguided love. “This isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” it beats. “But that’s your boy—aimless and crazy for you.” Knowing that I had a role on his spiral to the bottom kills me. As his parents continue to fail him, I should be the one that steps forward and says, “This is wrong.” But to do so at this point in his madness would be betrayal, and I have to handle his trust with care. Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets. Known as The Realist, she is one half of The Elizabeths--a duo brave enough to never hide the truth. Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told. "The heart is deceitful above all things and beyond cure."--Jeremiah 17:9 A soft spoken revolutionary, love's listener was born on Bastille Day. she dance-walks under the stars and prefers to write while the sun wakes up. her blood marks State Avenue. her roots are darker than trouble's eyes, and her favorite colour is The 1975. Sarah Elizabeth is the author of Innocents, Delinquents, Don't Let Me Go, and various other projects under various other pen names. for more information, visit: HOSTED BY: |
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