Coming: October 28, 2014 Full of romance, intrigue, emotion and passion, Silver Dove is the concluding part to Craig and Amber’s story that began in Silver Lining. After the chaos of their early relationship and with their history of broken pasts behind them, Craig and Amber prepare to say ‘I Do’ on their Happily Ever After. Life rarely runs to plan though. Amber has fought long and hard to bury her fears and become a stronger person, but when old feelings resurface and tragedy strikes, it takes an intervention from Craig to prove her doubts are unfounded and to believe in love and hope. Just when they think they are at a point where they can be happy and move forward together, the pair find themselves fighting obstacles and difficulties that will truly test the strength of their bond. Can Amber gather the strength to fight against the forces trying to destroy her? Will Craig keep his promises of remaining truthful? As a couple are they tough enough to battle through these turbulent times and emerge stronger than ever? EJ Shortall was born and raised in London, England where she currently still lives with her teenage son. Having worked in education for the better part of 12 years, EJ decided a change was needed and, following a moment of inspiration, she decided to put pen to paper and start writing her first novel, Silver Lining. Not content with just the one, she continued with book two and hopes to write many more. She has always enjoyed reading, but found it was mostly just a holiday extravagance. Then she discovered a certain worldwide best seller, and that was it she was hooked. Reading quickly became an obsession and she couldn’t devour books fast enough. The books on her shelves and reading device range from sweet, Young Adult romances, to smouldering erotic encounters. Aside from reading and writing, EJ also enjoys amateur photography and cake decorating. “I am on one amazing roller coaster ride at the moment, meeting new and wonderful people, discovering new music gems to integrate into my stories, and learning so many new skills. I can’t wait to see where this journey takes me.” If you would like to join E.J. on her journey, please follow or contact her. She would love to hear from you! HOSTED BY:
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After two months of intensive BDSM training at The Compound, Hailey Davenport is ready to be placed with a Master to whom she will promise complete sensual submission and obedience. Thinking her contract has been purchased by the kind, older gentleman at the auction, she is surprised to be whisked by private jet to the Malibu home of a reclusive movie star. Ronan Wolfe is devastatingly handsome, wildly famous, hugely successful, and utterly miserable, trapped in a plastic world of Hollywood typecasting and more handlers than a prized race horse. Hailey, a quiet, self-contained yoga instructor from a small Vermont town, doesnât own a TV or computer, and rarely goes to a movie. Ronan is shocked but pleased to realize her focus is entirely on their D/s connectionâshe knows him only as Master Ronan. Their relationship blossoms from the start, each of them eager to explore the intense world of erotic dominance and sensual surrender. Their lives are turned upside down by invasive paparazzi determined to âoutâ the couple, no matter the cost. When their secret life is splashed across the internet, the strain on them both threatens to destroy not only their contractual arrangement as Dom and sub, but the very fabric of a new and tenuous love. Chapter 1 The slave girl stood perfectly still, arms raised high over her head, crossed at the wrists. Her eyes seemed turned inward, as if she were lost inside a dream. The only hint she was suffering, indeed, that she was even aware of what was happening to her, was the slight wince that moved like a whisper of wings over her features when the whip found its mark. The Mistress stood to the side of the slave, who faced George in all her naked splendor. Her breasts were marked with a pleasing pattern of thin red lines left behind by the perfectly aimed strokes of the whip. When the tip caught her nipple, a small sigh escaped the womanâs parted lips and a tremor moved through her lithe form. âFocus,â Mistress Miriam commanded in a low, clear voice. She struck the other nipple with the knotted tip of the whip, and the slave girlâs composure slipped a little more. She bit her lower lip and George could see the sheen of perspiration on her face and throat. âRemember why you exist,â the Mistress intoned. âYou were born for this, Hailey. Let the pain take you where you need to go.â The slave girl nodded slightly, serenity once again suffusing her delicate features. She had a narrow face, large dark blue eyes and shoulder-length blond hair, the kind that wasnât any one color, but more like a blend of pale ash, buttery yellow and shimmering gold. âTurn,â the Mistress commanded, and the woman pivoted slowly, arms still raised and crossed over her head. Christ, her ass was perfection itselfâtwo round, lush globes absolutely made for spanking. George shifted on the sofa, using the contract he held in his hands to hide his sudden erectionânot that anyone was looking at him. The other bidder was focused squarely on the two stunning women in front of the huge stone fireplace. He didnât look much over forty, no gray yet in his slicked-back blond hair. He looked like one of those Wall Street investment banker types dressed down for the weekend, consciously casual in rumpled linen pants and Gucci loafers with no socks. George shifted his gaze back where it belonged. The slave girl was now panting, making sexy little sounds not unlike a woman nearing orgasm, as if the whip were a cock, instead of leather, and stroking her cunt, instead of brutally marking her ass and thighs. She wasnât merely enduring this whipping with graceâshe loved it. She craved it. She was perfect. He had to get her, no matter the cost. Finally Mistress Miriam lowered the whip. âYou may thank me,â she said imperiously, and the girl, her entire body trembling, lowered herself as gracefully as a ballerina to the floor and pressed her pretty mouth to the toe of Mistress Miriamâs shoe. Mistress Miriam stepped back. âKneel, at ease, facing the gentlemen,â she commanded. The girl lifted herself so her back was straight. Still on her knees, she pivoted so she faced the room. She rested her hands, palms up, on her thighs, her eyes appropriately downcast, though George could see the strength in her bearing and pride in the lift of her chin. That was all to the good. George had never favored timid, simpering women. He liked them strong and sassyâall the more fun to whip themâmetaphorically and literallyâinto shape. At the same time, she had to be willing and eager to accept whatever devious torture her Masterâs active imagination and even more active libido could devise. Whatâs more, she needed to know how to keep her mouth shut, not only during her tenure, but afterward. George glanced down at the contract he held in his hands. Six monthsâthe timeframe was a little long, and the starting price a little steep, but it was still within budget. The girl, of course, was disease free and also on birth control, a definite plus. Naturally heâd had to provide a clean bill of health as well. Everything else looked to be in order. No question, The Compound ran a first class operation. George, an attorney by profession, though he no longer actively practiced, was aware this contract would never withstand the scrutiny of a court of law. It was illegal to sell one person to another, even if that person was complicit in the sale and would be handsomely paid at the end of the term. You werenât allowed to buy a sex slave and keep her under lock and key, there solely to do your sexual bidding and accept whatever erotic tortures you chose to mete out. No matterâno courts would be involved in the process. George knew the slaves trained at The Compound received the finest education in the art of erotic submission, which included absolute obedience. In a word, Compound slaves knew to keep their mouths shut. Another naked beauty, one of The Compoundâs staff slaves, glided silently into the room, carrying a bottle of the very fine Cognac sheâd served them earlier in the evening. The second bidder held up his brandy snifter and the girl poured. George shook his head at the offer to replenish his glassâhe was working and needed his mind clear. Mistress Miriam sat in a chair across from George and the other bidder and crossed one long, perfect leg over the other. âAs you can see,â she said, âslave Hailey can take a very solid whipping with grace and courage. She is also highly sexually responsive, and extremely capable of serving a manâs every sensual need and desire. Hailey craves intensity of experience. She needs a Master who will challenge her and take her to the edge of her limits and perhaps a bit beyond.â The girl remained still as a statue, a small, secret smile playing over her pretty lips. She was so young and beautifulâwhy would she sell herself like this to some old man sheâd never met? Money, of course. It made the world go round. Which wasnât to say he wasnât quite impressed with what heâd seen. The tour of the facility supported the stellar reputation The Compound had garnered over the past years in the international BDSM community. Though theyâd been around less than a decade, The Compound was known for producing highly trained sex slaves and placing them with carefully screened Masters around the world, and unlike some groups heâd been involved with, the slaves actually received a significant portion of the proceeds. Maybe Mistress Miriam really did give a shit what happened to the girls she placed, but even if her motives were primarily altruistic, she was running a business. She could spout all the lofty sentiments she wanted about the art of erotic submission, and the grace and courage of their highly trained slave girls, but in the end the girl would go to the highest bidder. âWould either of you care to examine slave Hailey before we begin the bidding?â The other bidder rose to his feet, his eyes fixed hungrily on the naked, kneeling girl. âYes.â Mistress Miriam turned to Hailey and lifted one eyebrow, which was apparently enough of a command to cause the girl to rise to her feet in a fluid, sensual motion that made Georgeâs bones ache with desire. The guy strode to the front of the room. He moved with the kind of confident determination of someone used to being in charge. He stood in front of the slave girl, but George was enough off to the side that he could see what the other bidder was doing. He lifted his hand, and for a second, George thought he was going to slap the girl, but instead he gently cupped her cheek and murmured something George couldnât quite catch. His hand slid down her cheek to her throat, his fingers gripping her just below the jawline. Haileyâs pupils dilated and her lips parted. It was clear the guy was pushing some submissive buttons with his sensual chokehold. He let her go and stepped back a little. Gripping one of her lovely nipples between forefinger and thumb, he gave it a sudden, savage twist. The girl rounded her lips into a pretty O, but otherwise made no protest. The guy slapped at her thigh and she widened her stance, bare feet flat on the stone hearth. Again he murmured something George couldnât quite catch. The girl tilted her pelvis forward, her face outwardly serene, though George couldnât help but wonder what was going on in that pretty head of hers. The man gripped her vulva like he was grabbing a piece of fruit. He must have been doing something with his fingers, judging by the pretty pink blush that moved over Haileyâs throat and cheeks and the way her head fell slightly back. âOh,â she breathed, the word like fingers stroking Georgeâs cock. This one would be a prize, no question about it. The second bidder withdrew his hand and nudged the girlâs shoulder. She pirouetted so her back was to them, and George fondled that perfect ass with his eyes, even as the man used his hands to do the same thing. Finally the man returned to his seat. Mistress Miriam turned to George. âAnd you, Sir?â George shook his head. Heâd seen all he needed to know. The girl was perfect. Claire Thompson has been writing erotic fiction and romance since 1996. With over fifty novels published, Claire recently established hew own publishing venue, RomanceUnbound.com, where all of her work is available for direct sale. Claireâs novels involve the sensual exploration of D/s and erotic romance, as well as the more intense and edgy side of BDSM. Her D/s romances explore the power and beauty of a loving exchange of power. Her darker works press the envelope of what is erotic and what can be a sometimes dangerous slide into the world of sadomasochism. Ultimately her work deals with the human condition, and our constant search for love and intensity of experience. HOSTED BY: Will the distance tear them apart? With every difficulty Matt and Abigail have faced since the day they met, they’ve depended on their trust and love in each other to see them through. But what happens when absence becomes their biggest obstacle? When Abigail follows her heart to pursue her career, she is forced to leave Matt behind. Confident that their love is strong enough to withstand the distance put between them, they believe they will soon come back to each other. But when a danger from their past threatens their future, Matt may just lose her forever. Their love in one another will be put to the test, and only time will tell if they can truly find their unspoken ending. I can’t breath. He’s literally stealing the breath from me as his fingers tighten around my throat, his body pinning me down. His hand squeezes harder. My heart accelerates to a dangerous level, feeling as if it will burst from my chest, but I refuse to give up. I can’t. It would mean he wins. With all the strength I have left, I keep trying to push his body off. My hands claw at his face and somehow I manage to gouge his eyes with my fingernails. With a wail, he rises off my body and loosens his grip around my neck. There isn’t anything exciting about me, besides having a uniquely spelled name…. Yes, it’s spelled Gabbie. I’m a mom first, a wife second, and then a crazy girl who won’t hesitate to take on a challenge. That’s how I found my passion for writing. My daughter challenged me to write a book, and I did. I was born and raised in Southern California. I live with my wonderful husband, two amazing kids and a senior citizen kitty named Tigger. When I’m not writing you can find me reading or sneaking off for a run. Some might say it’s a crazy life, but I wouldn’t change anything about it. HOSTED BY: Lexi Starr is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude boy named Derek, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters her plans. I don’t know if I am begging him to let me go or kiss me. My breath hasn’t slowed yet and his is increasing. Seconds feel like minutes and he removes one of his hands form my worst but his outer is large enough to hold both. For a quick second, I think he is going to slap me but moves his hand up my cheekbone and gently tucks my hair behind my ear. I swear I can feel his pulse as his lips to mine causing fires to erupt in my belly. I swear this is the feeling I have been waiting for and I have longed for since Saturday night. If only I could feel this ever day. I don’t let myself think about why I am kissing him or what he will say after. Kathryn Jacob was born and raised in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Before getting into writing she showed the All American Quarter horses around the world. Kathryn has won many prizes. After she sold her sat horse in August 2013, she decided to start writing. Who knew that it would take her a year to release Mated to the Alpha. This is a huge accomplishment for a 19 year old girl and to this day she will continue to write. HOSTED BY: 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? Knocking me off balance, Karly pushes me away and stares at me. “I don’t owe you anything. Do you understand me? I’ve cried enough since you left me. I’m done crying. I deserve to be treated with respect and love. Jensen’s someone new, and who knows what’s gonna happen, but you and I are done, Nicholas. I can’t forgive you!” 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: âHow on earth do I get myself in these situations? I swear itâs like a never-ending bad dream. One of all my mistakes that continuously bite me in my size ten ass.â Azaria âReeâ Gable had her one experience with heartbreak and that was enough for her. Sheâs perfectly satisfied with her âOne Month Ruleâ and doesn't need her life changing anytime soon. When circumstances take her back home, she learns things have changed⦠A lot⦠First and foremost being with the complete and astonishing overhaul and revamp of the Belton Police Department, where apparently the application was changed to state âUgly Men Need Not Applyâ and the only requirement is âHow Well Do You Look In This Uniform?â Ree unexpectedly catches the eye of the new âgina-quiver inducing Chief of Police Grayson Cole, which starts an endless game of cat and mouse. Will Ree let go of her misconceptions about relationships and allow Grayson to show her how beautiful life can really be? See, this is what annoys me. I donât care if a guy is checking me out. Not tonight anyway. Iâm just here to say goodbye to people Iâve come to love over the years. This night isnât about getting laid and after this morning I feel that I need to tone it back. The âclingersâ are just getting too frequent. I think all of this in the second it takes me to turn my head (like Iâm just looking around the bar) and then my eyes lock on a delicious slice of heaven sent straight from the Gods. And he is looking right at me. I try to keep my composure, but my bodyâs reaction to him is instantaneous. Everything tightens. Especially my super-secret places. Even sitting I can tell that heâs tall, very tall, has short dark hair that stands up in different directions, like he runs his hands through it a lot. His jaw is perfectly square and clean shaven; his nose straight, with what appears to be a slight bump on the bridge that adds character to his face. His body is lean and clearly defined in a maroon shirt that is tight around his arms, chest and shoulders. His skin is a golden tan color, and somehow I can tell that he must work outside a lot. He doesnât seem the type to lay in a tanning bed. His legs look long and powerful in a pair of faded jeans that had to have been designed just for him. He may be fully clothed, but I can tell that he is an exquisite package of pure muscle. His eyes lazily work their way up my body, causing me to shiver, until they stop to look into mine. I can feel myself panting, like a dog in heat, and I would be embarrassed if it wasnât for the fact that he obviously notices, and a slow, sexy, half grin spreads across his face. I immediately take back every negative thing I have ever said about half grins in my life. They are the sexiest fucking things God ever deemed necessary to give to man. My âgina agrees whole heartedly as it begins to (literally) quiver. After a few minutes in Swoonville, I decide that my night of âno sexâ was just a delusional thought, during a weak moment. I turn back to my friends, smile at them, pick up my drink and walk towards the bar. I donât feel bad about not saying goodbye to them; they know how it is. I sidle up to the bar and take a seat next to him, surprised it isnât already taken, and lift my bottle of beer up towards the bartender, like that was my purpose for coming over here in the first place. I can see his smile deepen through my peripheral vision. Well, at least heâs not dense and can figure out what Iâm doing. Hopefully, he plays along⦠The bartender brings my beer and sets it down in front of me. I reach in my pocket to pull out money, but Mr. Sexy Half Grin places a five on the bar stating, âIâve got it.â Thank God. I turn to him and smile, âThanks.â He turns his body towards me and smiles, full on. No half smile. Just a full playful smile and Iâm pretty sure my vagina has a seizure. âWell, thatâs the way the game is played, right?â he asks me straight out. How rude! âYou know, you shouldnât point it out,â I inform him. âItâs rude and could wound my girlie pride.â He chuckles, annnd⦠another seizure for my âgina. âI have a feeling you can take it,â he says lifting his beer to his mouth. Yeah, I can take it. I could take it all. Wow. Those lips are fucking sexy. Like, sexy, sexy. World Peace could be made with those lips. âWhatâs your name?â he asks me. âRee,â I reach out my hand to shake his. âRee?â he asks grabbing my hand, not shaking it. Just holding it, making electricity shoot up my arm. âYeah,â I sigh, exhausted from having to explain this to everyone I meet, âItâs short for Azaria.â âThatâs a beautiful name,â he says in all seriousness and my eyes widen incredulously, âWhatâs wrong with it?â âItâs ridiculous. My parents must have been high when they named me,â I explain, what I think is, unnecessarily; my mind notices that he is still holding my hand and I donât even care. âWhatâs your name?â I ask him. My first book, Darkness Deserved, released July of 2013. It is the first book in the Shattering the Darkness Series. I'm crazy and love my friends, family and booze. I used to never read when I was growing up. My mother always tried to get me to read and I wanted no part in it. I figured why read when it's going to be a movie? (Yes, like I said crazy.) Well a few years ago I jumped on the Twilight band wagon. I've always loved supernatural movies and when I saw the previews I knew I wanted to see it. And see it I did. I immediately went out and bought the books and became hooked. They came to me at a very special time in my life. I discovered I loved to read and found my nitch in the paranormal and romance genre. I started a book club with a cousin and all of a sudden these thoughts kept assaulting my brain. So I wrote them down. Then, deciding that I wanted to write, I contacted some wonderfully amazing women who helped me through the process. I now have three books under my belt and am still learning constantly. My Life Series, is by far my favorite to write. There are some events in the story that are based on actual events that have happened in my life. I hope you enjoy reading them as much as I enjoyed living them. HOSTED BY: Secrets and lies… No good ever comes of them. My life is proof. For eleven years, I’ve suffered from a suspicion that has waged a war inside my head, filled me with rage. Left me feeling helpless. But then she came along. The darkness continues to consume me, but when I’m with her, I can ignore it, push it away. Even if only for a little while. Payton calms me. She manages to quiet the noise in my head. But the secret is still there, still continuing to plague me day after day. Yet I still can’t bring myself to tell her even though she deserves to know. She needs to know. I love her. And I’ll do anything to protect her. Although I’ve found some peace, my life continues to unravel, no matter how hard I try to stop it. My name is Sebastian Trovato and this is the continuation of my story. If you are wondering who I am, then I'm here to tell you. Timberlyn is the sweeter alter ego of New York Times bestselling author Nicole Edwards. I can hear the question now... Why? Why do you have another pen name? It actually came about when a storyline developed in my head. As I saw it coming together, I knew it was vastly different than what Nicole Edwards writes. So, it was then that I was created. Anyway... Thanks for stopping by. I'm so glad you did. HOSTED BY: Sometimes falling in love with the wrong girl just feels right... But Bryce's problem is that the woman he loves has been with Blake, his cousin, band mate, and best friend, for years. Then, Bryce gets a call that changes everything⦠After years of addiction and self abuse, Blake is gone. Now, Bryce is going back home to bury his cousin and hopefully reconnect with the band and crew he once considered family. Road Son used to be a group of four bikers who loved music. When Bryce picks up a bass, he starts playing as though he never put it down. The moment he spots Clara, all his old feelings come rushing back. And soon he's about to learn that Clara had a deep, dark secret of her own for years. She never wanted Blake... she always wanted Bryce. Can this forbidden love stand a chance... or will a band, a crew, and a town be ripped apart? Amazon Amazon CA Amazon UK Amazon AU B&N Kobo (Clara) âCan I come in?â a voice said. That voice. Clara touched her chest and felt her heart racing. Rachel hesitated, but then she backed up and held the door open. âSure, come on in.â What the hell is she doing? Standing near the fridge, sort of trying to hide, Clara watched Bryce walk into her apartment and right back into her life. She studied him for a second. Black boots, jeans, a leather cut over a tight black t-shirt that hugged muscles that were much bigger than Clara remembered. His arms were tattooed, but not too much. He jaw looked like it had been cut from rock. He turned his head and when he saw Clara, his eyes opened wide. His dark brown eyes instantly tore down the wall she had built around her heart. âHey,â Bryce said. âHey,â Clara replied. She licked the inside of her mouth and took a couple steps from the fridge. She always knew Bryce as a quiet, good looking guy, but this version of Bryce was different. Better. He was a man now. A strong, incredibly sexy man. And he was standing in her apartment. At least she had Rachel as some kind of buffer. âYou know what?â Rachel said. âIâm going to take your advice, Clara. Iâm going to go give Harlan a call. See what heâs doing.â âRachelâ¦â Rachel grabbed her stuff and stopped, grabbing Bryceâs arm. âIt was good to see you. Hope you stick around for a few days at least.â Bryce nodded. Rachel went to the door and looked over her shoulder. Bryce's back was to Rachel as she bit her bottom lip and bent her knees a little before mouthing ohmyfuckinggod⦠heâs so hot⦠She then smiled and closed the door behind her. Tension flooded the room and Clara had no idea who was supposed to say something first. So she started small. âCan I get you a drink or something?â Clara asked. âBeer?â âYeah. Sure.â Clara grabbed a beer from the fridge and handed it to Bryce. When he took it, his fingers grazed hers. Claraâs heart raced. She couldnât control her emotions right now. Bryce twisted the cap off and drank. He put the bottle down and let out a sigh. âWhat a day,â he said. âYeah, I know. It's been like this a lot longer than a day though.â Bryce nodded. âWas it bad?â âIt was bad,â Clara said. âYou know that though. He never changed. Only got worse.â âDamn,â Bryce said. âI'm sorry I was gone.â âYou left because you wanted to. Or because you had to, right? Thatâs what you told me.â Bryce stared and his lip started to curl. âIt wasnât the easiest decision to make. Everyone thinks I just went to sell a song and sold out. Hardly.â âI never thought that,â Clara said. âYou were better than everyone else for making that kind of decision.â âWhat about you?â Bryce asked. âWhat did I leave behind?â Bryce looked angry, but it didnât seem to be at Clara. He seemed pissed off at himself. âIâm right here,â Clara said. âI survived.â âNo help from me though.â âWasnât your job to help me. Remember? We had a long talk that night, Bryce. A long talk. You told meâ¦â âForget whatever I said,â Bryce said. âI was mad at the world. I wantedâ¦â Bryce grabbed his beer and turned around. He shook his head. âWhat?â Clara asked. âI wanted you, Clara. I couldnât have it so I left. That has never settled well with me.â Clara wasn't sure what to do. Her dress felt tighter than ever. She felt exposed in front of Bryce⦠and it wasnât exactly a bad thing. He looked over his shoulder at her. His eyes were freaking deadly. âI need to get out of this dress,â Clara said. âI hate wearing this stuff.â âI know you do,â Bryce said. âYou always hated dressing up.â âAlways have and always will. Not much has changed.â âDoubt that.â âYou werenât here, remember?â Bryce closed his eyes and swallowed hard. âThanks for that.â âSorryâ¦â Clara felt her throat tightening, so she hurried away from the kitchen and from Bryce. Tears were streaming down her cheeks before she could get to her room. She slammed the door but didnât lock it. She ran to the dresser and almost fell into it. She looked in the mirror at herself. With her hands shaking she reached back and unzipped the dress. Her heart was racing and body ached to be touched⦠the right way⦠and the right way was the way she always imagined Bryce would touch her. Clara stepped out of the dress and bit her lip, wondering what would happen if Bryce walked into the bedroom right now. (Bryce) She shook her head and when she started sobbing, it was all Bryce could take. He wrapped his hands around her arms. He hesitated as she slowly looked up at him. A tear fell from her eye and Bryceâs finger chased it down. âWhat did you tell him, Clara?â Bryce whispered. âPlease. Tell me.â âI donât want you to get mad at me.â âI never would. Not after what Iâve done.â Bryce touched her face. She was soft and warm. Blinking away tears, little black lines of makeup on her face, Clara was still incredibly beautiful. She used to be a pretty girl that liked to hang out with the band, but now she was a beautiful woman. âClara,â Bryce said. âTell me.â âI told him I wish I had been with you.â Bryce froze. It took him right back to the night he left and the feel of Clara's lips on his, just once. Bryce started to move down as Claraâs shaking lips parted. Another tear fell from her eye and Bryce stopped himself from making a bad decision. He wiped the tear from her cheek and then pulled her close. He held Clara, just like he had done before. He loved her⦠and that was going to be a big problem. Karolyn James is the author of several bestselling series, including Brothers of Rock which saw the first book â All Access â hitting both the NY Times and USA Today bestsellers list as part of a boxed set. Other series include Back Down Devil MC, written under the pen name London Casey, as a bestselling romantic suspense series. Writing under the pen name of Claire Charlins, Karolyn has seen success on the western romance and historical romance charts. Now she has her sights set on the groundbreaking rockstar romance novella series titled This Road. HOSTED BY: Jennifer MacLauchlan is not who you think... I’m damaged, but not destroyed. I’ve been betrayed, but I remain loyal. The only people I love don’t know the secrets I hold. They wouldn’t want me anymore if they did. Casen Thompson refuses to acknowledge the world that left him behind... I may be tattered, but I’m not torn. I’m trusted by many, but I have faith in very few. My love for music and the desire for the family I never had is the glue that holds my shattered soul together. When these two volatile personalities collide, a firestorm of emotions erupts forcing both to face the fears that keep them from everything they have ever wanted. Secrets are unearthed and forgiveness is tested as Jen struggles to accept that Casen might be everything that could fix her. Will Jen trust herself enough to truly lead Casen into a temptation that he can’t walk away from? Lead Him Not into Temptation is an adult contemporary novel and is not intended for younger readers due to mature content. Colorado native M.L. Steinbrunn is new to the professional literary community, but has been in love with the world of fictional characters and plot twists since she was a child. Writing short stories and reading anything she could get her hands on, it could be argued that her hobby borders on an obsession. She works full-time as a middle school and high school educator and coach in rural Colorado where she and her husband are raising their three young children. Through education she has enjoyed guiding others on their paths and helping students build their stories. After countless evenings of discussing story ideas, it was her husband who encouraged her to follow her own path and publish her first novel. She recently published her debut romance novel Forgive Us Our Trespasses, which was released in March of 2014. It is the first in a series of intertwined stand-alone novels. Book two, Lead Him Not Into Temptation will be released in August of 2014. In her free time M.L. enjoys travelling, Amazon one-clicking, watching movies, chauffeuring her children to their one and half million activities, and people watching. She would like to add a big thank you to everyone that has been overwhelmingly supportive of this incredibly scary yet exciting journey. HOSTED BY: Today we are revealing the cover of the novel HERE WITH ME by New York Times Bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin. The book will be released on Thursday, October 23rd.Synopsis for HERE WITH ME:Ryley Clarke has grown up with the military in her blood, with both parents serving their country. Ryley knows the risks of being married to the military. But when the unthinkable happens, and her future husband is killed in action, Ryley can barely survive... until Evan's twin brother, Nate, helps her pick up the pieces.After serving on a special mission with the military for six years, Evan Archer returns home to find the unthinkable - the love of his life, Ryley Clarke - engaged to his brother, Nate. With Nate on deployment, Evan needs to figure out what happened in his absence, and more importantly, how to win Ryley back from the man he once considered his best friend, but now thinks of as his rival.Goodreads link: https://www. |
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