Stolen Moments By J Haney & S.I Hayes ♥ Blog Tour



Stolen Moments
by S.I. Hayes & J. Haney
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Contemporary New Adult Romance

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Fallon Hopkins is a good country girl. She’s twenty-three, and spends her time
taking care of her family, the Farm and going to the Local Farmer’s Markets to
sell her sweet confections. This leaves little room for anything else. Her life
is happy if not a little boring.
Justin Blackthorne is a New York City transplant, having come to Kentucky to
dislodge the silver spoon from his foul mouth. He’s seems like a party boy,
covered in tattoos, and piercings, with a life style to match.
Joseph Hopkins Fallon’s meddling father, after meeting Justin he decides the
boy may just be the thing to get his daughter out of the farm house and into
the real world. Enlisting the aid of his youngest son Peter they force the pair
to interact even after a disastrous first meeting.
The pair
quickly find they have less to fight about and more to fight for, when the
brothers try to keep them apart. Can they conquer the bonds of family or will
it all just be Stolen Moments?

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I’m standing the kitchen pulling out eggs, sausage and thinking about pancakes when I hear Justin say my name.
Yelling back, I let him know I’m in the kitchen and wait for him to join me. I know as soon as he is close because the air shifts.
“So… What’s going on? Where is everyone?” Justin asks.
“Seems as if they decided to go fishing and I’m to train you on all the stuff I do. Which is pretty much freaking everything. For now, I need to know what you’d like to eat so I can get us fed before we spend the next five hours sweating to death.” I’m being snippy.
“Oh wow! So they just abandoned you with me. As far as food I’m a man I’ll eat anything. So just butter us some toast and make some coffee.” Justin says and I look at him as if he has an eyeball in the middle fo his forehead.
“Well… Umm… I kind of enjoy food, so what we have will depend on what you want. I can make just about anything. Give me an idea and I will get us fed.” I say turning the coffee pot on. He sighs and hip bumps me out of the way. “You go start the coffee and I will make you breakfast. And don’t bother arguing with me. You’ve got the place to yourself, so why don’t you sit back and let someone take care of you for a change.”
“Technically I don’t have the place to myself, because you are here with me. I happen to enjoy taking care of my family. Been doing it since I was seven. What makes you think I’d stop now?”
“Then it’s certainly about time don’t you think?”
He’s freaking challenging me.
“So tell me what you want or I’m going to cook everything in front of me.”
“If you cook everything in front of you it has to all be ate or you won’t get any lunch today. If you’d like to cook, then fine. I can get the house cleaned as you are cooking. My day is just beginning.”
“So then tell me what you want little lady.” He smirks.
“Surprise me.” I say before walking out of the room.
After walking away from Justin I go upstairs and knock it out first since that’s where Pete sleeps. His room is always the worst. It doesn’t take too long; I do this every day. I finally get all the dirty clothes in a basket to take down with me and start the wash when I hear Justin yell up the stairs for me. Lord this seems so surreal. I’ve never just been left alone with one of the workers like this. Daddy must really trust him. Basket in tow I make my way down the stairs. Hitting the last step, I hear him call for me again. Only this time I slip. Jesus what is it about him that keeps making me fall on my ass?
Justin comes strolling out of the dining room and sees me on the floor with a pair of freaking boxers on my head. Could this be any more embarrassing? Wait, why do I care?
He stands there looking at me his hand over his mouth and his eye brows knitted and I can tell by the way his shoulders shake that he’s hiding the widest smile imaginable. He reaches out snatching the boxers from my head and tossing them in the clothes basket.
“These do not look good on you.” He offered me his hand.
“Yea well, had someone not yelled for me as I hit the bottom step and about given me a heart attack I wouldn’t have been on my ass.” I give him a pointed look from my floored positon.
“Come on just leave it. I’ll help you
pick it up afterward. The food is getting cold, let’s go.” Keeping my hand in
his he pulls me up and along behind him.
Coming to a stop at the table he tells me to sit. Then disappears behind the door.
“Excuse me?” I shout. Walking back in he’s carrying tray with coffee, cups and all the fixin’s.
“I’m sorry milady, please sit and relax. I’ve got this under control.” He smirks and disappears once more.
“Just so you know I really don’t like being told what to do.” I sass and he walks in with two full plates. Sitting one in front of me and one across from me.
“Okay miss sassy pants, that’s enough out of you. Now eat!” I swear I’m going to smack the smirk off his face.
“My God think you cooked enough?”
Checking out everything on my plate. I see waffles, eggs, and sausage, and he even managed to sneak in a pile of home fries. Both plates are piled high. He catches me looking back and forth between our plates and lets out a chuckle.
“You said surprise you. So Surprise.”
“Is all this actually editable?” I smart.
“You wound me. Just eat.” I smile at him as I push out of my chair
to stand. “I’m going to get Orange Juice. Would you like any?”
“Damnit I knew I forgot something.”
“Don’t worry not everyone can be prefect.” Walking into the kitchen, expecting to see a mess I stop halfway through the door. Everything is spotless. Letting out a little whimper I make myself move along and hope Justin didn’t hear it.
Leaning over the counter with hands on my face. I have to take a few moments to myself before walking back out there where the man sits that may just be my equal. I’m not sure I’m quite ready for that yet. I still have lots to take care of. Don’t really need to add another person right now.
I jerk up when I feel a hand on my shoulder. My eyes go wide as saucers as he looks down at me.
“Did you get lost, honey?” He opens the fridge and grabs the orange juice.
As he nudges by me, his hand brushes my belly and I have a quick intake of air. Which catches his attention. I’ve yet to actually speak to him. My head is telling me speak but my mouth isn’t moving. He stands in the fridge for a moment with a slight tilt to his head and low chuckle. He knows what he just did to me. I can almost hear him lick his lips as he closes the door and turns to me.
He tilts my head up with his finger. My eyes look straight into his light brown ones. I could sit and stare at them all day.
“Where do you keep the glasses.”
Did he seriously just ask me that?
“They are in the cabinet above the sink,second shelf up.” I say pointing “You only need one. I have to… Uh. I have go somewhere. Have a good breakfast.” Pushing off the counter I move quickly for the door. I’m just as quickly stopped by hand on my wrist.
“Whoa wait a minute. Did I do something wrong? I thought you were supposed to train me today.” Justin says sounding very confused. I refuse to look at him because I am unsure as to how I may react.
“Um… Yea I am… Uh I just… I’m not feeling very well all of a sudden.”
“Fallon, seriously? What’s going on? You were fine less than five minutes ago and I know it wasn’t my food because you haven’t eaten any of it.”
My belly does flips and my legs turn to jelly as he says my name. I’ve got to get out of here. NOW!
“Fallon, talk to me, you’ll find I’m a pretty handy guy to have around, if you need an ear.” He pushes a stray hairbehind my ear. My jelly legs completely give out and I fall into his arms.







Dreams And Screams Bookaholics Author Bio
J. Haney was born and raised in Kentucky, currently residing in
Greenup County, Kentucky with her family, where she is the proud momma to
Jessalyn Kristine and co-owner of Proud Momma Designs, which she runs with her
amazing Momma. J. Haney’s work tends to lean toward sweet and sexy, with
suspenseful undertones, giving her readers something to hold onto. S.I. Hayes
was born and bred in New England, currently living in Ohio. Running around
Connecticut, she used all of her family and friends as inspiration for her many
novels. When not writing Paranormal Drama or Erotic Romance she can be found
drawing one of many fabulous book covers or teasers. To see them check out her
web site. The pair met while working for a previous publisher and became
fast friends, their split dynamics and views on life, family and love in
general led to the idea of Stolen Moments: A County Fair Romance. They do hope
to bring you more of Justin Blackthorne and Fallon Hopkins in the months to
come, so keep your eyes open and a fresh pair of panties close by, you know,
just in case.
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Born To Sin By A.L. Simpson ♥ Blog Tour


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Born To Sin
by AL Simpson
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New Adult Contemporary Romance

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I was born to an alcoholic mother and alcoholic, drug dealing father. Not a good start to life for a young boy. I was born to sin.
I’ve lied, cheated, assaulted, been an adulterer and stolen. It’s how one survives the ‘hood’. I have a reputation for being the ‘bad boy’, the fuck ’em and leave ’em type. I have never spent the night with a woman and I have never brought a woman home. We ‘play’ at her place and as soon as I’m done, I leave.
After fleeing my home at the age of thirteen and living on the streets – an option I found better than being with my parents, my life is turned around by an elderly lady.
I educate myself, become an award winning chef and return to the ‘hood where I rent an apartment. I love and care about no-one and nothing except my Harley Motorcycle. It’s here I met Jonesy and he takes my life in a whole new direction. Along with Wade, a fellow chef and the only person I can trust, the pair teach me how to love. Not only myself, but others.

I’m a wealthy Restaurateur thanks to an inheritance I received when my father passed.
I live in a penthouse apartment in the ‘rich’ part of the city.
Being pampered and spoiled all my life has turned me into a woman who sees something she wants and, like a dog with a bone, I won’t let go until it’s mine. I’m a winner. I ALWAYS win.
I don’t have relationships with men. One night stands suit me just fine. I can’t trust it’s me they want and not my money.
I meet Hamish by chance when I’m on the hunt for a new Head Chef. He treats me like I’m not worth a second thought. I’ve never been treated this way and I decide at that moment, I will make Hamish mine.

Hamish has no interest in the pampered Blossom but for some reason she gets under his skin.
Then, something happens that makes him realize, he has fallen in love. Will it be too late? Will tragedy strike before he can hold her in his arms and confess his true feelings?

**Sex scenes and language suitable for 18+

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“Shit, that was good.” Caroline sighs as I pull out of her and roll over. “Can we go out? Will you stay the night?” “Nope. Gotta work.” I slide off the bed and pad to the bathroom across the hall. It’s as bad as the rest of Caroline’s apartment. Broken and cracked tiles, years of filth discoloring the grout, the bathtub so stained I wouldn’t even think to lower my ass onto the grime. Peeling paint like the other rooms, torn vinyl on the floors. Not unlike my place two blocks away. Well, I at least keep my place clean. Most of the apartment blocks in the ’hood are run down, squalid hovels. The apartments haven’t seen maintenance in years because, unless you live in the ’hood, you don’t come here. Crimes are committed every hour, screaming, gun shots, rats in the filth ridden streets. It’s all a common sight to us natives of the area. It’s why I want to get out of here. Why I’m desperate to live somewhere decent with decent people. I’ve tried to rent in an area closer to work. A nice ‘burb close to the city. The realtors take one look at my references, note where I’ve been living and tell me the place is taken. It doesn’t matter that I clean up nice before I go and see them. It doesn’t matter that I’ve managed to get myself an education and have been working as a chef at a prestigious city restaurant. Nope, once a ’hood boy, always a ’hood boy as far as they’re concerned. It is impossible to rid myself of the stigma. Once I would have worn it as a badge of honor, now I want something better. I dispose of the condom and return to the bedroom. Caroline is stretched out on the bed like a contented cat. Fuck, she’s got a gorgeous body. “Why won’t you stay? Even when you don’t have to work, you won’t stay.” I hate the whining that has been happening lately. “Babe, I’ve told you. I don’t stay anywhere except my own bed in my own apartment. Alone.” She leans up on her elbow. “We’ve been going out for almost a month and all you’ve done is text me and order me to meet you here so you can make love to me.” I raise my hands in front of my still naked body. My dick is now flaccid, soft. Totally turned off with her whining. “How long have you lived in this neighborhood?” I watch her frown while she wonders why I’ve asked a question I already know the answer to. “Nine years.” “You know my reputation?” She lowers her eyes. “Yes.” “And?” “You fuck ’em and leave ’em.” “So, why do you ask if I’m staying the night?”


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Dreams And Screams Bookaholics Author Bio

I live in sunny Queensland, Australia.
I enjoy reading, walking and travel.
My favorite holiday destination is Hawaii.
I love to write about people who have had not such a great start to life but turn themselves around and become successful.
My favorite book is The Notebook and my Favorite Movie is An Affair to Remember.

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