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Ember - Winter 2015
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Release date 12/15https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21566855-enforceEmber - Winter 2015https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23269850-ember 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 Links:
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Hell on wheels meets hell in high heels. Bad boy mechanic Josh Stone likes to get his hands dirty any way he canâthe filthier, the better. Ever since his wife walked out on him and their young son, heâs only had room in his heart for two loves: the kid and cars. Roped into playing his best buddyâs gay boyfriend during a romance writers convention, the player meets the girl whoâs gonna rock his world. Leelee Songchild. Shy, bashful, beautiful Leelee who blushes at the drop of a hat yet writes hardcore smut to rival Joshâs backlist of Penthouse Forum. The only problem is his hands are tied. Josh canât stab his old friend/fake lover in the back even though all he wants to do is take luscious Leelee to bed, and maybe, love her. When the truth comes out, all hell breaks loose. Too bad romance is just for books. In the hotel gym half an hour later, I was in full work-it-out mode the old-fashioned way. I grunted, groaned, and cursed my way through a circuit on the weight machines complemented with CrossFit training designed to make me keel over. At least then I could stop thinking. Having to pretend I was into Nicky while ignoring the fact I was one hundred percent attracted to Leelee was gonna make me mentally unstable. Not to mention her last relationship broke off because Patrick was bi and lied to her about it. I didnât stand a chance with Leelee even if I was on the up and up with her, not with her history and my Rom-Con con. Shit, her bad break-up story more than rivaled my own. So my plan of the moment was sweating itâherâout of my system PD-fuckinâ-Q. If that failed, I was going to masturbate over every single sex scene in her book until my dick was raw, even if I had to bust my nut in the shower with Nicky in the next room. Maybe then my bastard cock would learn to stand down in her presence. Right then, as luck would have it in some form of twisted fate or some other writerly termâlike foreboding or foreshadowing or whateverâthe door swung open . . . and Leelee swished inside. Wearing exercise gear: hip-hugginâ, boob cuppinâ, ass-lovinâ Lycra. Her life might be worse than a bad romance novel, but mine was beginning to resemble a har har fucking har romantic comedy, minus the romance part. Trying to ignore her so I could get my workout done and get the hell out of Dodge, I continued to torture my body. Sweat dripped like bullets down my bare chest and into the low waistband of my nylon shorts. My muscles huge and heaving, I rolled up to a squat from another set of sit-ups and came face-to-tit with Leelee. When I rose to my full height, topping her by a good nine inches now that she wore sneakers instead of fuck-me heels, my gaze fell to her face. Her pouty bottom lip was tucked half between her teeth, and I wanted to use my mouth to tease it out. Her eyes were brighter than ever, her hair pulled into a high braid, all the better to wrap around my fist and draw her up for a long, deep kiss. And the room just got a whole lot hotter. I rolled my neck, bouncing on my feet while I reached for my discarded tank top to mop up my face. Pushing the neck of my tank top into the waistband of my shorts, I was well aware the extra weight dragged my shorts even lower over the cut muscles of my pelvis, almost to the point where my pubes peeked out. I grinned when Leelee peeked too. âSo, what brings you here?â She took a seat on one of the blue mats, averting her eyes. âThe gymâs a great place to hide. I only started workinâ out when I began coming to these things. You know, me and crowds.â âYeah, Iâm hiding from those vicious writers too.â She laughed, and then her gaze flickered over me, not with a quick glance but with the attention of a woman who liked what she saw. I held still, held my breath and felt like she electrocuted every one of my nerve endings until my muscles jerked in excitement rather than exertion. And that was all before she even stretched her legs to either side of her in a near split and began limbering up. What had I thought this morning about wearing a hard cup jockstrap? Yeah, that. I needed one now. My cock rose and the thin material of my shorts was not gonna hide a single goddamn inch of thick erection for very long. I covertly slipped the tank top over so it fell on top of my crotch. Resuming my workout on the pull-up bar, I watched Leelee as she watched me. I pumped up and down at a strong, measured pace. She performed some yoga-type moves that immediately put me in mind of inventive sexual positions. I hopped down and moved on to weighted squats, and she bent over from the waist, walking forward on her fingertips, round ass in the air. The tank top wasnât gonna last very long concealing my raging erection at this rate either. And it was pretty damn hard to do squats with my dick as iron-hard as the barbell in my hands. I was so revved up, my only hope was to outlast her. My very, very best dreams come true . . . and my worst nightmare of the moment right in front of me: Soft, voluptuous Leelee Who writes fuck-hot, steamy sex And works out In tight ass Lycra and boob-hugging spandex Long wavy red hair Beautiful southern drawl Hard as nails and sharp as a tack underneath it all The kind of girl I could take home to Ma . . . and the kid. Fuck fuck fuck. âSpot me?â I almost fell on my ass when I heard her request. I brought the barbell slowly to my shoulders and then lowered it to the floor. âWhat?â âCould you spot me?â Her face was flushed from all the yoga cum Kama Sutra contortions. I groaned and pretended to massage a hamstring to cover the quick jerk in my shorts. Jesus. Iâd spot her all right, all the way down to the mats. âSure.â She lay back on the bench after calibrating the weights. I stood behind her, thighs opened on either side of her head. This was a very bad position for me to be in. If things went south, my cock was gonna end up in her mouth. Through deep and determined inhales and exhales while she pumped iron, she asked, âDid you get a chance to check out Ride?â I tried real hard not to think about where Iâd left off reading: Jase and Avery desperate to fuck, yet deliriously as cockblocked as me. Every hot word written by Leelee. I definitely couldnât admit Iâd been about to tug my tackle over it either. âYeah, a little. Not bad.â Leelee nodded her chin, signaling me to put the weight back on the rack. As soon as she was clear, she swiveled up and around. âNot bad?â She playfully punched me in the ribs. I couldnât tell her what I really thought, so I shrugged. âThe guy-girl thing doesnât cut it for me, ya know?â âHmm.â Leelee reserved her opinion on my opinion. After that, we went around the machines together. Sexual tension hovered on the sidelines, but it was broken down with talking, teasing . . . and sweating goddamn buckets. An hour later, we satagainst the wall, arms hanging over our knees. âYou remind me of my â69 Camaro.â I had an oilgasm every time I thought about the muscle car I kept babied in the garage beside my house. Sleek, bright red, and just gritty enough, the car was an American classic, like Leelee. Not like the fancy foreign made motors I was making a fake career over. I braced myself for the backlash. The last time Iâd said something similar was to Claire about her resemblance to my full-sized Bronco. I meant she could handle anything, not her post-baby weight. Shit got ugly after that. âThat was supposed to be a compliment,â I added when Leelee made no comment. Her smile was slow in coming but it lit me up like the rays of the sun when it hit me. âI know. My daddyâs a gear-head. He always wanted to get his hands on one of those. I grew up with my head under the hood.â Lovely Leelee, a tomboy in grease-stained coveralls? Va va vroom and va va voom. Damn if she wasnât the woman of my dreams. âYouâre not the tough guy I first took you for, Stone.â She patted my leg. Begging to differ, I scowled in response. She poked a finger at my biceps that didnât dent a centimeter. âFrown all you want, Iâm still not convinced.â âIt wasnât a frown, babe, it was a glower.â I jumped to my feet and hauled her up with me, catching her when she stumbled. Leeleeâs lips brushed my shoulder, her breasts skimming against my midsection. Her thighs hit mine as I clasped her waist. âSteady now.â Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Donât Tell seriesâa breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavor, the Carolina Bad Boys series, is fun, hot, and southern-sexy. A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writerâcausing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency. http://www.corvisieroagency.com/Saritza_Hernandez.html HOSTED BY: Surviving Broken (Book Four) The Mathews Family Series Amazon:_ Amazon UK: http://amzn.uk.to/Zc1xHD B & N: TBD iTunes: TBD Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22848383-surviving-broken RELEASE DATE: September 29th, 2014 Blurb ~ Sometimes you have to go through hell to find your heaven ~ Most women have a wish list when it comes to what kind of man they want to date. JC Mathews used a strict set of guidelines as a safety net to keep herself out of trouble and out of love. On hiatus from the bright lights and speculative gazes of her career in the fashion industry, JC lets her guard down...only to the wrong man. After escaping Italy and the hands of her abuser, she returns to Malibu to recover. The last thing she expects to find is a large, gorgeous intruder swimming naked in her pool. Reed Rider left Texas and his broken heart behind in order to settle his aunt’s affairs after her death. Seeking refuge from the California heat for a midnight swim in his neighbor’s backyard, he never expects to find the nude silhouette of a long-haired beauty standing at the water’s edge. As their passion ignites and the pages of JC's rulebook fade to grey, she unlocks her guarded heart to begin a new chapter in her life. When hidden truths are exposed and secrets unravel, will they survive the threats from their broken pasts? excerpt Everything around her came to screeching halt. Every voice, every footstep, every clink of a glass, even the music rendered silent. Overcome by fear, she stood, paralyzed, as her pulse rampaged through the veins in her neck. JC stared at the man sitting at the table with his back toward her. She’d only seen one man who measured up to Codge’s size, and he’d swam naked in her pool last night. Fear exploded into anger and aggravation, realizing she stood shaking in her boots while he sat enjoying himself with friends. Oh, that is it! I don’t fucking think so! I am not going to be afraid of you…or any other man! Slamming her purse on the bar, she snarled at Codge, “Watch this for me.” JC stormed toward the group of men ordering a round of drinks from the waitress. Her eyes narrowed and jaw clamped tight and she stopped directly behind the man. Other men at the table all took notice of JC staring viciously at the back of his head as if it were a dartboard. A man sitting directly across the table surveyed her with wide, curious eyes. Clearing his throat, he mumbled something and nodded in JC’s direction. Everyone at the table, now fully aware of her fury, watched as the large man glanced nonchalantly over his shoulder. Her heartbeat pounded in her chest as their eyes met and locked. He made a grim observation of the situation, slowly returning his gaze to the table, muttering, “Oh, hell.” JC’s hands balled into fists, ready to take aim as he scooted his chair away from the table. “Oh, hell is right!” She demanded, “Why were you in my pool?” Rising from the chair, he straightened to his full height, towering over JC. The enormous size of him made her stagger back a step. Blood rushed from her face, draining her of color. Anger welled up inside, pissed at herself for withdrawing. “Change that to a shot of Jack Daniels,” he said to the waitress. Finding her nerve, JC lifted her chest taking a bold step towards him, encroaching into his personal space. Her voice escalated three octaves higher. “Why were you naked in my pool? Were you trying to rob me? What are you? Some kind of burglar?” “Make that two shots of Jack,” he called toward the bar, uneasily running his fingers through his dirty-blond hair. He turned back to the men sitting at the table. “’Scuse me.” He held his hand out, politely gesturing JC toward the bar as if attempting to avoid an embarrassing scene. “What’s the matter? You don’t want your friends to know you broke into my backyard?” He cautiously touched his hand against the small of her back. She flinched and swatted at his hand. “Don’t touch me!” she fumed, taking an aggressive stance, almost chest bumping him as she glared up into his eyes. He gazed down, staring at her sympathetically with the most gorgeous ice blue eyes she’d ever seen. As he leaned in next to her ear, she recoiled when the stubble on his face briefly touched the skin near her temple. “Ma’am, I’d appreciate it if you’ll allow me to explain. I’m not a burglar. And I don’t need everybody in this bar thinking I might be one.” JC blinked repeatedly, silently damning him for having such tender sweetness in his voice that dripped like honey from his tongue. An unfamiliar sensation rippled through her all the way down to her toes. Turning from his hypnotic blue eyes, she marched to the bar. Codge’s elbows rested on the bar top, leaning his chin on his entwined fingers. A bottle of Jack Daniels and two full shot glasses sat in front of him on the thick slab of wood. A light dampness of sweat covered her body from the adrenaline coursing through her body. Her chest heaved up and down with each breath. JC waited for her streaker to explain, but he seemed to be at a loss for words, only staring at her intently. “Well, spit it out,” she snipped, impatiently placing her hands on her hips. He reached for a shot of Jack and then another, extending a shot glass to her. “You think I’m gonna have a drink with you?” she shrieked, appalled by the offer. A hint of a smile flirted on his lip. He handed her the shot. “I thought it might settle you down.” JC gripped the cold glass between her fingers. “Whiskey makes me louder.” He glanced at Codge with bent brow, downed his shot and removed the shot glass from JC’s fingers, setting it on the bar. “Look ma’am, if whisky makes you feistier, you don’t need this.” Her mouth dropped open with a huff. Defiantly, she reached over, grabbed the shot between her fingers and tossed it back in one swig. Licking the burning sweet whiskey from her lips, JC choked, “Why do you keep calling me ma’am? Do I look like a ma’am to you?” Her irritation grew as he simply gaped at her mouth. “I’m from Texas. We call—” “Well you’re not in Texas! You’re in California…naked in my pool.” Codge let out a deep throaty chuckle as he filled the shot glass again. “I’m sorry, Mrs. Clemmins. I thought you were out of town. I’m—” “Ewww! I am not Mrs. Clemmins.” JC wrinkled her nose. “Mrs. Clemmins is my mother and Mr. Clemmins is my stepdad.” Staring at JC, he mused over her in bewilderment before swallowing another shot of Jack. Codge snickered for the second time. “I’ve about heard enough out of you, old man,” the man warned with a sharp glare. “Hey! Don’t you talk to my friend like that,” JC sassed back boldly. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” Codge crooned, smiling ear from ear. “Her name is JC Mathews.” Her streaker’s ice blue eyes smiled teasingly. “JC, darlin’, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but Codge is my friend.” Out of the corner of her eye, Codge mouthed something to the man. She snapped her head toward the bar, snarling, “Are you enjoying this, Codge? What did you just say to him?” Codge held out his hands blamelessly, pointing to the man with flushed cheeks. “Me? I didn’t say anything. Ask him.” JC’s patience pushed past her limits. Throwing her hands in the air, she pointed at both men. “Bullshit! Somebody better start talking. You still haven’t told me why you were in my yard! And don’t call me darlin’!” Codge shot the man a wary glance. “Reed, my friend, you’re on your own. I’ve known her family for too many years.” He nervously stroked his goatee. “I said—” “I guess it can’t get any worse. He said goddess. My name is Reed. I’m your neighbor. And I was caught swimming naked in your pool because I was hot. I thought you were out of town. Hell, I’ve never seen anyone at that house and the day I decide, What the hell, Reed, no one’s home, you show up. I’m sorry for scaring the daylights out of ya’. I thought you were—” “A goddess. He thought you were a goddess,” Codge belted out a booming laugh. Reed glowered at Codge as if he was about to commit murder. “I thought you were Mrs. Clemmins.” Codge chuckled. “That’s not exactly how he told the story. There was definitely a goddess mixed in there somewhere, along with—” “Codge!” The roar of Reed’s harsh warning made JC flinch. The old man smiled big enough to stick a nickel in his dimples. “JC, did you come here to eat one of my famous turkey burgers? Why don’t you two have a seat at a table and let your new neighbor dig himself a big hole? Dinner’s on me.” First Three books in the Mathews Family Series will be ON SALE throughout the tour! ONLY $0.99 No More Wasted Time (bk 1) Amazon:http://amzn.to/1rkOKM3 B&N: http://bit.ly/XXj8Br Shayla’s Story (bk 2) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1kqFu6S B&N: http://bit.ly/1oh4VGM The Perfect Someday (bk 3) Amazon: http://amzn.to/1jp26iQ B&N: http://bit.ly/1rmvgrD About the Author: #1 Bestselling Author, Beverly Preston has been a stay at home mom for 21 years, although she prefers the title Domestic Engineer. Along the way, Beverly worked side by side with her husband Don, the love of her life, designing, building and selling custom homes. As her children begin to venture out on their own, she’s left to shed a tear—for a minute—wonder what’s next in life, and embrace the feeling of empowerment that surely must’ve been wrapped in a present she received on her fortieth birthday. If Beverly isn’t at home riding her spin bike, you’ll find her spinning richly emotional and sinfully sexy romance stories. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest One horrible night changed everything. And now, Paige can’t stop the nightmares. No one can... Except him. When Paige Tomlin unexpectedly runs into Eli Stone one day, memories of that awful night don’t come crashing down on her like she thought they would. Instead, memories from when they were young and inseparable surround her. The boy she rode the bus to school with every day. The boy who picked her up and drove her around the first day he got his license. The boy who told her his deepest secrets. The boy who left her without saying goodbye… The man who came back for her. Thrown into a world of fear and confusion, they lean on each other for support and survival. But is the one thing that brought them back together the very thing that will rip them apart forever? DeAnn pops her perfectly curled head of short blonde hair in. “Someone’s asking for you out front.” “What’s the matter? What happened?” “Nothing that I know of. I assume it’s a friend of yours?” She’s unsure because she knows I don’t really have any friends besides Laura, and she knows her well from the time she used to work here. I walk out to the dining room and look around for a face of recognition. DeAnn comes up behind me and points towards the far window in the back. There’s a small group of teens sitting there, your typical high school crowd. They’ve always seemed to favor this exact table throughout the years. I approach them and smile. “What can I help you with today?” “Is that her?” I hear one of the other girls ask her. I look over at her but she’s looking at the girl in the middle who is wearing a smirk on her face. I politely ask again, “Is there something I can help you with?” “Are you her?” she slyly replies. “I’m the manager here. Is there a problem with your order?” I motion to their half-eaten plates of food. “Are you the hero?” I stiffen. “I’m no hero. Just a manager.” I want to smack that snotty look off of her face, but I continue to smile. “I just wanted to see you. We all did. You’re nothing special.” My patience is running thin. “No, I’m really not,” I reassure her. Her eyes darken and her lip curls up in a grin as she quietly says, “You know he’s going to come back for you, don’t you?” My body stiffens and I fold my arms across my stomach, suddenly feeling like I’m going to vomit. “If that’s all you wanted, I have work to do. Enjoy your meal.” I smile as I turn away and walk through the restaurant, trying not to run and draw attention to myself. When I hit the hallway, I scurry, the tears starting to form. Bria Starr grew up in a small town in Minnesota and continues to live there with her husband and two kids. She’s a stay at home mom who is very close with her family, loves junk food, and is always cold. Her favorite things include reading books, writing, listening to music, and watching too many movies. HOSTED BY: Devious. Dangerous. Demonic. Damien. People were either slavishly devoted to Eric Damien or they jealously hated him. Sometimes even both. Eric Damien hunted and fed off shyness and innocence. Ali Spencer was a sitting duck. He would learn all of her secrets while he had her locked in his rooms and at his mercy. Appeasement of all of his desires was his own personal manifest destinyâhe honestly believed that was true. Portland, Oregon June 2001 The small room was illuminated only by moonlight that trespassed between the wide slats of the white plantation shutters. By day the bedroom was cheerful, awash in feminine shades of the palest pink and green with scalloped white wood furniture and a small white iron chandelier dangling daintily from the ceiling. Now, after midnight, it was dark with silvery light pooling just below the large window. The roomâs inhabitant was long asleep, her dark hair fanned out across the shell-pink pillow, framing her China doll face and roseate lips. Sheâd been tired, having endured a long day of anticipation. Right now her peaceful slumber was interrupted by an abrupt inability to breathe. The resulting gasping caused her to waken suddenly, panicked. âShhh. Itâs just me. Stay still.â The gravelly voice came out of the darkness. Ali knew it belonged to her auntâs boyfriend. Heâd told her to call him Uncle Joel but Ali had just met him four days before. Aunt Lauren and Joel were staying the week with Ali and her mother, visiting for Aliâs birthdayâa surprise to make up for the fact that her father was away. But why did Joel keep coming into her room? Last night sheâd awakened to find him looming over her with scary eyes. The night before that she bolted up from a deep sleep, afraid that someone was hiding in the shadowy corner near the drapes. And now this, tonight. âStop! Get off me! I canât breathe⦠Maaaaa!â she screamed, feeling his hands all over her body. He clapped his huge hand over her mouth mid-scream, roughly grinding her lips into her teeth, abrading her gums. The taste of salty blood and her inability to draw any breath caused her to kick her legs wildly in boundless terror. Undeterred, his other hand yanked down her white cotton underpants covered in tiny blue rosebuds, as she desperately tried to squirm away, but he had her pinned down. A few inches were all she managed to travel before he swiftly halted her progress, grabbing her with both of his meaty hands and dragging her toward him. âCome back here, you little bitch. Iâm not done with you. If you scream again, Iâm going to spank your heinie bloody. Now shut up and be nice to me!â He tore off her pajama gown and touched her naked body everywhere, putting fingers into her private places, licking her with his gross tongue, grunting and breathing noisily. He got spit all over her skin and it smelled sour. The nauseating odor rushed saliva into her mouth where it roiled with blood, and she began to choke as it trickled down her throat. Ali heard him unzip his pants and she didnât know why but she was too frantic to wonder. He was in the process of flipping her over onto her stomach when she again screamed, this time at the top of her lungs, and then the door flung open so hard it slammed into the wall with a thunderous bang, leaving a crater in the wall the size of the doorknob. Sheâd never heard her mother sound like she did, the blackest fury barely contained as she attacked the man with her voice. âGet off my daughter, you disgusting, vile piece of nothing,â her mother screeched at a bloodcurdling pitch. âIâll rip your balls right off and make you eat them.â Joel stood up. Thatâs when Ali saw he was in his boxer shorts, his pants around his knees. He scurried out of the room like a panicked rat, without a backward glance, as her mother came forward to embrace her daughter in her arms. The girl was trembling from head to toe and her nostrils were still filled with the manâs rank odor of stale beer and old sweat. She didnât think sheâd ever forget it. âShh, come sleep in my bed tonight. Everything will be fine, I promise,â her motherâs voice crooned but Ali had never heard it so shaky. As she hugged her mother, it was hard for her to tell which one of them trembled more. âTomorrow is your birthday and weâre going to have so much fun. Iâm so sorry, Ali. It will all be okay.â She tightly grasped her daughter, rocking her back and forth, over and over. They sat like that for nearly an hour. Ali sensed her motherâs uncertainty. Finally, she released her grip and Ali scampered into her motherâs room, climbing up into the big bed. Nothing was as comforting as a motherâs bed and so she managed a small smile and curled up into a ball. If she made the ball really, really tight, the shivering stopped. From that night on, it was how she always slept, in a tight fetal position, impregnable and protected by her hard outer shell. Tonight, sleep was long in coming and she so wanted to get there so she could wake up and it would be morningâand not just any morning, but the morning of her tenth birthday. Lulu Astor is a New York City girl, born and bred. She met her husband at a doggie play group in Tribeca in the â90s and together they embarked on adventures, moving first to Chicago, where their first son was born, then on to Santa Fe, New Mexico, followed by Los Angeles, Cali. Eventually they headed back to NYC where their second son made his debut shortly thereafter. Beginning her writing career with nonfiction, she began writing short fiction (her first love) in grad school, moving on to longer works shortly thereafter. She wrote the Complements series in 2010, and it was published on KDP in 2013. Three and a Half Weeks was initially conceived as a short story but evolved into a full-length (very full) novel as time went on. Immersing herself in fiction (whether reading or writing) every minute possible, she also teaches writing and literature as an adjunct professor in the New York-Connecticut area where she currently resides. Her books are available on Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Smashwords, and Goodreads. You can follow her on Facebook, Goodreads, and Twitter (reluctantly). HOSTED BY: Coming: October 15, 2014 *All Proceeds will benefit The Keith Milano Memorial Fund* #isupportmentalhealthawareness Cover Designed by: Sommer Stein from Perfect Pear Creative 12 of today's favorite authors in Romance and Eye Candy Bookstore present: Trick-or-Treat, an Eye Candy Bookstore Anthology, Part 1 Featuring: Lucy Cooper has known The Phoenix family all her life. But one particular Phoenix has always caught her eye, Rafe Phoenix. Rafe is a triplet with his brothers Ryder and Reeve and the three of them form a band called Inside Noise. Lucy and Rafe's timing was always off, with boyfriends and girlfriends getting in the way but after a traumatic night at their high school bonfire with a cheating boyfriend and a life changing event Lucy and Rafe connect on a deeper level. But things happen in life that make you realise that you need to escape and have time away to heal. Lucy needs to find herself again which she's does on her travels. After traveling the world and arriving back in LA, Lucy re-connects with Rafe but will their friendship blossom into something more or will Lucy still hold him at arms length? Amy Davies Allie Anderson has encountered more heartache than any one person deserves to experience. She's lost her father to cancer, her brother to war, and the love of her life-Wyatt, took her most prized possession and vanished without notice. Wyatt once held Allie's heart in the palm of his hand-he crushed it. Blake, Allie's best friend turned lover is everything she needs; he'd give her the moon if she asked for it, but there's one problem-he wants Allie entirely.How can Allie give herself to Blake when she's not sure there's a her to give away? Allie's heart is like a puzzle that's unfinished and missing pieces-it's impossible to put together. After being MIA the last four years, Wyatt returns home. Allie's forced to make a decision on who she wants or who she believes she needs. No matter who she chooses someone will be devastated. Allie's life begins to fall into place, her heart begins to heal, and happy is no longer a foreign emotion-until she's betrayed by the two people she trusted most. Her heart's left shattered into a million pieces, how much pain can one person tolerate? Is her heart permanently damaged? Hearts are like broken glass; you can put it back together again, but it will never be the same. Julie Bailes Abel Gunner, the lead singer of the band Lethal Abel, is what beautiful nightmares are made of. His gritty, melodic rasp threatens to rip your heart out of your chest and leave you gasping for the very breath he robbed you of. His kisses, detonating on impact, leave you ruined. Abel is also a Dom, and his appetite for seduction is legendary and intense. After a chance encounter with Gia, his need to dominate this woman increases tenfold. He wants to consume her, merge with her, and never leave her body. Abel's emerald eyes touch the deepest part of Gia's soul in a way that terrifies her. She fears he can see her secret. Lies, guilt, and betrayal lay beneath her skin, and she's terrified of being exposed. How will Gia ever begin to explain? She doesn't believe she's worthy of him, and her greatest fear is that her carefully guarded heart will be shattered. However, she finds herself unable to deny this rogue tattooed rocker whose kisses just might ruin her. Gina Whitney Brayden and Rihanna He’s hot, sexy, and leads a double life. Sometimes in the limelight, mostly in the shadows. Brayden James holds fast to a secret that’s more than his to share. She’s a singularly focused veterinarian out for a rare night of fun with friends, at a New Year’s Eve rock concert. Going home with the lead guitarist was furthest thing from Rihanna Mason’s mind when the night began. When Rihanna inadvertently becomes the target of a deadly terrorist plot using the Hendra virus as a biological weapon, Brayden is forced to reveal his other life. His job is to keep her safe and together they must stop the terrorists before it’s too late. But what happens when she becomes more to him than just the assignment? Will the secret he cannot disclose ultimately prove too much for Rihanna’s fragile trust in relationships? Or will he finally break through the double brick walls around her heart, where every other man has failed? Natalie Gayle It only took one drunken mistake four years ago for Maddie Harrington to learn that when you fully give yourself over to a man, you should never expect anything in return. Since that night, her views on love have become distorted, believing men would only want her for the pleasure her body could bring them. She in turn finds herself hooking up with random guys, but never keeps them around long enough to see if there could possibly be something more. That is…until Hunter Bryant enters the picture. When the handsome pre-med student shows up in the right place at the right time, captivating her with his stormy gaze, she immediately pushes him away, thinking he’s no different than any other guy. The deeper Hunter delves into her life, trying to break through her iron-clad walls, the more she begins to question whether she is truly capable of opening her heart up to another man. Maddie soon finds herself forced to make a difficult decision, one that will forever change both of their lives. Will she shut Hunter out of her life for good or will she finally open up her heart and allow herself the life she never dreamed she deserved? **Please note: Unforeseen Heartbeat can be read as a standalone, however it is highly recommended that you read book one in the series, Relinquishing Liberty.** Maureen Mayer Rebecca Chase has never been interested in dating, and definitely not in relationships. She only had two goals in life, to get her college degree and to get the hell away from her house. When she meets Lucas everything that she thought she had wanted was now turned upside down. Lucas Masterson has it all money, fame, and his dream job of being in the music industry. He knows that most people are just out for themselves and will use him as much as they can. When he meets Becca he realizes that he never really knew what he wanted. He thinks that she is the most amazing person he has ever met, but can he balance her and his crazy life? Can two people who come from completely different worlds make it work? Can Becca let Lucas in before it’s too late? Will the people trying to tear them apart succeed? Get ready to get lost in this crazy romantic adventure and surrender yourself to Lucas and Becca. **Surrender To Me is for mature audiences only—strong language, and explicit sexual content are apparent.** I thought I had found my Prince charming, my happily ever after. Turns out, the prince was a liar and happily ever after’s only exist in books; my books. Or at least they did until the writer’s block kicked in. Mary is a mother of a beautiful little girl. As an accomplished indie author with a major block, she’s feeling the pressure from her editor and fans to put out another book. She has to find someone, something, to inspire her and get her out of this funk. She wasn’t looking for romance. Especially not from someone so young, but if she was taught anything growing up, it was that age is just a number. Landon is completely lost after just losing his only living relative, his Grandmother. All in the middle of getting his degree. He knows he needs to finish, for himself, and to make his Grandmother proud, but what about after? An unexpected gift left behind by his grandmother gives him the chance of following his dream and opening an art studio. A night out with his friend turns into a whole lot more than he ever could have expected. One night, too many drinks and a need to be wanted pull Mary and Landon together for a ride neither one of them are sure they are ready for. L. Mertz Separation. We all get one true love in our lives, and it’s up to us to find it. Fate will act and try to push us together, but ultimately it’s up to us to recognize who that one person is when he’s standing in front of us. It turns out that I recognized who my one person was when I was separated from my husband. Anxiety. On the same day I determined that I was finally going to file for divorce, I confessed my secret to Jesse Drake, my swoon-worthy colleague known for his womanizing ways. Jesse invited me to crash with him, and with each new piece of the enigmatic Jesse puzzle that I started to fit into place, I found myself wondering if Fate had pushed us together for a reason. If only my husband would stop getting in the way of the man with whom I was meant to be. Lisa Suzanne Warning: Don't read this book if you hate f**ked up alpha males, strong female leads, hot sex, and a kismet love story six years in the making. Oh yeah and a plot twist that will leave you reeling. NFL quarterback, Zolt Hamil was America’s heartthrob until a career ending injury changed his life. Years later, he’s picked up the pieces and carved out a new path for himself. But the mental and physical scars of that day have left him moody and reclusive, and his only relief is indulging in pleasure and pain with his many one night stands. Though many women have tried, Zolt refuses to care about any of them. Only one woman has his heart; a hallucination of a young, sable-eyed, blonde beauty whom he conjured that painful day on the football field. On the first day at his new job at a law firm in Scottsdale, Arizona, Zolt comes face to face with his hallucination, Irelyn Wilkes. Their fateful connection, and explosive passion for each other pulls them together, and this time, Zolt refuses to let her slip from his life. But Irelyn has her own demons to fight and her controlling boyfriend is one of them. He doesn't take kindly to other people playing with his toys, and he’ll stop at nothing to keep her by his side. Can Irelyn and Zolt defy the odds and find a way to be together? Or, will the events set in motion years ago keep them apart forever? Book 2, Being Zolt will be release early June 2014 New Adult. Recommended for eighteen and above due to adult content, drug use, language, and sexual situations. D.L. Raver Meet Michael, Sebastian, Ruben, Lucien and Ramon McKenzie. Five hot brothers who are about to meet five equally hot partners. Book 1 is Michael McKenzie’s story. Michael is CEO of McKenzie Holdings and has a very bad habit of placing work before all else. His wife, Viv, had died in a car accident, with her current lover, on the way to meet with the divorce attorney’s six years ago. Michael was divorcing her because he’d discovered she’d had a stream of lovers during the course of their marriage. Since her death he’s had no wish to get involved with anyone, until Lily. Lily, having lost her job at Oakfield Development gains employment at McKenzie Holdings thinking she’s going to work as the Assistant to Dale Roberts, but unbeknown to Lily she has been hired to work as Michael’s assistant. Lily is shocked, and disappointed to realize that the man she’s just been flirting with in the elevator is actually her boss. Lily and Michael are instantly drawn to each other, but he’s her boss and Lily lives with her boyfriend of seven years. David, her boyfriend, has been acting strange for about five months which has caused Lily to re-evaluate her relationship with him and it comes up short, a lot. She had decided before meeting Michael that she wanted out of her relationship with David, but she has nowhere else to go, so she stays with him for now. Michael and Lily finally start their relationship, which involves a lot of hot loving and scarves which Lily uses on Michael! Their relationship seems to be heading towards happily ever after, until Lily makes an announcement to Michael, which has him telling her to leave his home. She does, heartbroken, and runs to his brother Lucien. Spencer Marshall was done moping. After catching her boyfriend cheating with his secretary, she decides to have a girl's weekend in Vegas with her best friend, Ryan. Lady Luck must be looking out for Spencer, because the hottie that has caught her eye at her new gym is on the same flight to Vegas. Spencer is old-fashioned in the sense that she feels the guy should make the first move, but this hottie hasn’t approached her…until they have one hot dance in Vegas that leaves her questioning his motives. Will her hottie finally speak to her, or will he continue playing a game of flirtation that may lead to nowhere? And will situations from their past keep them from taking the next step? Despite what people say, not everything stays in Vegas, especially when you work out every day at the same time and at the same gym. If I would have known then what I know now. If I would have known that having my heart broken at thirteen by my one and only friend, Garrett Rhodes, would never compare to the empty feeling at sixteen when I buried my mother. If I would have known that changing schools in my senior year would throw all that back in my face. Maybe … just maybe … I wouldn’t be in the hell storm I’m living in these days. Letting my past dictate my future, allowing the best of the best male MMA fighters bully me day in and day out and knowing no matter what I do, Garrett will always be the only man that understands me. I didn’t have to live this way. One day changed the course of my life forever. Through all this mess, the one thing that I’ve found that keeps me centered … martial arts. And I’m damn good. If only someone would give me a chance to prove my worth. All I can do now is make the best of it and try to not let the fight consume me. Or has it already? HOSTED BY: An infamous love, destined nevermore, For death could not claim, the enchanting Lenore. Cursed by the malevolent spirit of the Headless Horseman, Ireland Crane ventures to Manhattan in search of a way to break her soul crushing bond. Instead, she discovers the lines between fact and fiction are blurring once more. Croaking ravens. Telltale hearts. Could the works of Poe be coming to pass with handsome Wall Street Midas Ridley Peolte as their unwilling target? She walks the Earth, a plague on mankind, searching for he, her rotted heart doth pine. Together, the two unknowingly release a dark force death itself could not tame. Surrounded by the unrelenting violence and mayhem theyâve unleashed, Ireland feels her control over the Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her, she and her crew must follow the clues of the dead to right a centuriesâ old wrong. Will it be enough to sate the Horsemanâs appetite? Hell hath no fury like a ghoul scorned. Clamping her eyes on the wash of tears that threatened, Ireland ignored the wailing of her heart ⦠and laid a palm to each of their cheeks. One lone tear snuck between her lashes at the cascade of tingles seeping up her arms. âYou canât blame them for not understanding,â a familiar voice drawled behind her. She spun as he neared, leaving Rip and Noah wheezing for breathâor, more likely, completion of her task. Techno-colored flowers bloomed in a colorless world each time the sole of Ridleyâs shoes met the earth. The crisp cut of his white, tailored suit was accented by a burst of color from the button-down shirt beneath that changed in hue to match the species of flowers that sprung to life. Hydrangeas blue. Orchid purple. Lily fuchsia. Rose coral. As he neared, Ireland noticed his eyes morphed to match as well. The result hypnotic. His haggard and troubled façade was a thing of the past. The man before her exuded confidence and a zest for life from every pore. The draw of which was so magnetic Ireland had to fight to keep her feet planted while her body insisted she close the distance between them. âTo them this is a thrill, a game of chicken against the Reaper himself.â Ridley paused beside her, his shoulder skimming hers. Even then he didnât grace her with a glance, his attention fixed on Rip and Noah. Tipping his head toward her, the warmth of his breath teased over her breast bone. âFor us, itâs destiny.â The moment he stepped away from her, the chill of solitude lashed at Irelandâs soul and cut deep. Bending eye-level with her withering subjects, Ridley pursed his rose petal lips to blow a soft, healing breath over both of them. Wan complexions of the dying were ripened to plump apricot. Both men blinked away their disappointment before dipping in a low bowâforeheads to the ground in a show of respect. âNo need for that, boys.â Ridley smoothed the front of his suit coat, a self-depreciating chuckle playing over his lips. Neither humbled servant budged. âYouâre like me?â Pacing in a slow circle around him, Irelandâs eyes narrowed. He matched her steps, leading them in an intimate waltz normally reserved for predatorsâor lovers. âLike you?â He tsked. âOh no, my darling flower. There is no other like you. Our only similarity is being pawns in a game that began centuries before either of our fathers got an amorous gleam in their eyes.â Irelandâs gaze lingered over the soft curve of his mouth, wondering if his lips could possibly taste as delectable as they looked. âHow do we play?â Curling one finger into a ruffled tuft of her skirt, Ridley pulled her to him. Bowing his head, he brushed his cheek over the delicate curve of her collarbone. âThe game is already in motion,â he murmured. âThe rule sheet not meant for our eyes. All we can do now is stay alive.â Ireland weaved her fingers into his hair, yanking his head back with a passion driven force that bordered on violent. âIâve taken lives. Iâm a monster,â she snarled against his lips, tormenting them both with the agonizing veil of energy that denied their touch. His hand snaked up her arm to find her fingers and loosen her grasp. Palm to palm. Fingers entwined with fingers. âDoes granting it make me any better?â Ridley didnât give her time to answer. With one hand pressed to the small of her back he crushed her to him. Their lips met with a desperate urgency that caused Heaven and Earth to quake in nervous anticipation of what was coming ⦠Young Adult and Teen Reader voted Author of the Year 2012 Turning Pages Magazine Winner for Best YA book of 2013 & Best Teen Book of 2013 Stacey Rourke lives in Michigan with her husband, two beautiful daughters, and two giant, dogs. She loves to travel, has an unhealthy shoe addiction and considers herself blessed to make a career out of talking to the imaginary people that live in her head. HOSTED BY: Today we are celebrating the re-release of LOST IN YOU, a New Adult contemporary romance by New York Times Bestselling author Heidi McLaughlin. Be sure to check out the teaser and contest below!LOST IN YOU Synopsis:Ryan Stone is a less than average teenager. He doesn’t have fancy clothes. He doesn’t carry around the latest smartphone and he definitely doesn’t have an MP3 player. Instead, he goes to school, does his chores and dreams of a new life away from Brookfield where he’s expected to follow in his blue collar family’s footsteps. Hadley Carter is America’s Pop Princess. A successful recording artist living her dream with a sold-out tour and a handful of Grammy’s there isn’t much that she wants for, except love. But finding love on the road is near impossible when all she longs for are romantic dinners, a nighttime stroll on the beach and holding hands with someone who isn’t going to exploit her. When a chance encounter introduces Ryan to Hadley, will he be like her adoring fans looking for a way in, or will it be Hadley who pursues Ryan even though it might cost her the only career she's known.Lost in You is a story about following your dreams, taking risks and getting lost in love. BUY LINK: Amazon: http://amzn.to/1C219sY I'm Holly. I wear pencil skirts, heels, and never have a hair out of place. Well, that was until I met Tristan Holt. Now, my hair is always a freakin' wreck, whether it's due to being on the back of his motorcycle, or because he's pullin it. He's a dominant one. Either way, he's changed me, helped me to step outside of my comfort zone. He's also a player, bad boy type who runs his own MMA gym on the outskirts of Tryon. His very own fight club, if you will. I wonder if there are rules there like in the movie. It's probably not that cool. The man infuriates me, sets my blood to boil. I let him worm his way into my thoughts and my heart like a stupid, stupid little girl. Even worse? I can tell he is falling for me. That is, until he finds out about my secret. Now, in my defense, I didn't even know it was as bad as it is until all of the horrifying pieces are put together. My father continues to ruin my life one effing blow after another from the comfort of his very own jail cell. Oh yeah, I didn't tell you that he murdered a woman, did I? Well, watch how that blows up in my face. ***Warning*** This book is intended for adults 18 years and older. Descriptive sexual content and language.*** Before I knew it, I found myself pinned to the wall holding my breath, covering my mouth so that I didn’t scream at the top of my lungs. Asshole. The leggy blonde who I will now refer to as Giggles, because she giggled incessantly was well…giggling. Tristan was moaning. How the hell could he go from me last night to that in there tonight? I heard the sound of a zipper followed by a male hiss and a female giggle/gasp. I thought I was going to be sick. My eyes roamed the hall leading to the office taking in the clothing that was discarded throughout. Then her lacy bra went sailing through the air in what seemed to be slow motion, like in one of those Bruce Willis action flicks, landing poetically at my feet. My mouth watered and I could feel the bile slowly trudging up my throat. I needed to get the hell out of there and fast. I squeezed my eyes and covered my ears when she giggled. Again. It was time to make my escape. I tilted my head back, opened my eyes looking to the heavens for guidance and thought, “God are you there? It’s me, Holly.” Nothing. “No?” Of course not. “Leave your message after the beep” was more like the response I was used to. I skirted by the office unnoticed only to be captured by Giggles’ lacy bra that had tangled itself firmly around my ankle and held on for dear life. I lifted my leg doing a one legged hop trying to shake it off but the damn thing wouldn’t give up. It had me in a death grip. I reached down, grabbed the bra, peeled it from my ankle and slung it behind me as I ran out the back door. Jen Khan is that very unassuming gal at first sight due to her quiet nature, but look out when she lets you into her world. Buckle up and get ready for an adventure. You will find her at a party, or just out and about with friends sitting in the corner taking a minute to assess her surroundings and the people in it before she dives in with her quick witt, charm and slinging her endless supply of sarcasm. She's a mom, aunt, teacher, dancing puppet to little people, chauffer, walking ATM, and master of all things domestic. She loves her son, family, friends, wine, giggling, singing out of tune and dancing like a fool. She has a zest for life that rubs off on everyone in her presence. Jen has always been an aspiring writer/author. She woke up one morning realizing that it was time to make it happen. She is a teacher by trade which allowed her to put her skills to use. You will find adventure, suspense and always romance in her books. Jen lives in Northern Virginia with her son. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her going out for a run, on her treadmill or with her beloved Kindle in hand. HOSTED BY: 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: |
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