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Renaissance (Emerge)By Heather Sunseri ♥ Release Day Blitz

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Renaissance (Emerge series, Book 3)

New
Caelum is virus-free, and its citizens are eager to venture outside for
the first time in nearly seven years. But when an outsider shows up
with a near-fatal dog bite along with a harsh message from Governor
Jackson, it becomes clear: the elite people of New Caelum are not
welcome outside the gates of New Caelum and new dangers lurk in the
outside world. With Cricket suffering nightmares over past battles and
West discovering a dark secret his mother kept well hidden from him—a
secret that threatens to tear Cricket and West apart forever, Cricket
and West leave the city in search of a place for the people of New
Caelum to settle. They will not only have to fight Governor Jackson’s
obstacles, they’ll be searching for a future together neither of them is
confident exists.
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Six
years ago, a highly contagious virus wiped out more than ninety-nine
percent of the country’s population. The only person to contract the
virus and survive, Cricket fled her identity and the safety of New
Caelum, an airtight city. Now eighteen, she watches the city where the
wealthy cocooned from the devastating outbreak. When the city’s rumbling
incinerator wakes her one night while she and her friends are camping
just beyond the city walls, she alone knows what the fiery machine
means: the lethal virus is back.
Only
eighteen, Westlin Layne is already being groomed to succeed his mother
as New Caelum’s next president. Suddenly West’s sister develops symptoms
of the deadly virus thought to be eradicated years ago. Placed under
quarantine, the president confesses to West a long-held secret:
Christina Black, West’s childhood friend and first love, survived the
virus, and her body alone holds the precious antibodies to save his
sister.
Now West must leave the city to find Christina. But Cricket has no intention of being found.
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Heather Sunseri
Heather
Sunseri was raised on a tiny farm in the smallest of towns in
thoroughbred horse country near Lexington, Kentucky. After high school,
she attended Furman University in Greenville, South Carolina, and later
graduated from the University of Kentucky with a degree in accounting.
Always torn between a passion for fantasy and a mind for the rational,
it only made sense to combine her career in accounting with a
novel-writing dream.
Heather
now lives in a different small town on the other side of Lexington with
her two children, and her husband, Mike, the biggest Oregon Duck fan in
the universe. When she’s not writing, she spends her time tormenting
her daughter’s cat, Olivia, and loving on her son’s Golden Retriever,
Jenny.
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Nicole By Carrie Thomas ♥ Release Day Blitz

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Series: Dream Girls #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance/ NA
Publication Date: February 9, 2016

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Nicole Garrett, a self-proclaimed nerd, has had her future planned out for years. Taking chances has never appealed to her on any level, but growing up means adapting to change and accepting that life moves on no matter what. With her best friends, Piper and Stephanie both starting families of their own, Nicole finds herself concentrating harder on her plan to become a doctor, leaving little time for anything else other than working at the local pub to help cover her living expenses. There is nothing worth more to her than making something of herself—unless you count Corey Tate.
Corey Tate isn’t a self-proclaimed anything. He doesn’t care enough. But ask anyone who has ever been around him and they’ll tell you he’s a bad-boy-recluse, who has a somewhat short fuse. He works hard and plays harder. Even though he has no clue what is involved in having an authentic relationship with a woman, Nicole Garrett has him curious enough to consider trying. Having zero experience in relationships proves to be a challenge for him, both mentally and emotionally.
Timing is everything, right? How much time has to pass before the moment is lost? Two years of knowing glances, private talks, and a connection that surprises them both, come to a head when Corey draws a line in the sand. Can these two very different people find their way to a love that can last forever, or will their own flaws ruin what could have been? If Corey and Nicole could get out of their own heads, they might just find out the difference between falling in love and being in love.

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“I read this book in 2 days. I could not put it down. I could relate to Piper on an emotional level. The book portrays the struggles of young adults in life and love. The whole series is excellent.” – Amanda Gulley

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“Thanks, Nic. I’ve just—oh my God. You had sex!” She pointed at me with one hand and covered her mouth the other.

”What?” I asked looking to Piper for help.

”I can’t believe you slept with Corey Tate and didn’t tell me!” Corey walked in at exactly the wrong moment. “You!” Steph pointed at him.

”What?” Cored asked, clearly confused.

”You de-flowered my best friend, and you have the ball to act like it’s no big deal?”

Corey looked at me, and I just shook my head and looked down. I was so mortified. Just then, Moye walked back in. I couldn’t believe we were having this conversation. It wasn’t like I was ashamed of it. I just didn’t want everyone discussing my lack of virginity. Or the fact that I’d lost it.

“That just happens to be the best fucking night of my very private life,” Corey said. “So if you don’t mind, for the sake of my embarrassed girlfriend, could we just make this day about you and your baby and not discuss our sex life?”

“Corey! You love her . . .” Steph cried.

“Baby, let’s just go get ready for the shower.” Cole led her out of the kitchen. He mouthed sorry to us as he turned the corner.

“I heard the doorbell. Let’s go let more of your guests in.” Piper was talking to Steph, but looked back to Corey and smiled.

“Damn, that was funny.” Moye laughed. “Sorry, Nic.”

“What’s a day in our lives without my being humiliated?” I turned back toward my task at the counter.

Moye turned and walked out of the kitchen, leaving us alone. Corey came up behind me while I was scrubbing the counter. “I think you got it.”

“I don’t know how they knew. I didn’t say anything.” I turned into him.

“Baby, you don’t need to. They are your friends, they can tell. The same way Moye was ragging on me outside about being whipped.”

“Is it that obvious?”

“I don’t like to brag, but you’ve had a perma-smile on your face since that glorious night.” I knew when his eyes became glazed over, he was reminiscing.

“Stop thinking about it!” I hit him on the arm.

“You might as well get that out of your head right now. I will never forget it, and I will most likely think about it every minute of every day.” He tugged me close.

“You are such a pervert! Seriously though, thank you for saving me.” I kissed him.

“Always, Ace. Now let’s get this baby shower over with so we can go home and do what I was just thinking about.”

“I am home.” I giggled.

“In my mind, your home is my home. One of these days, I’ll convince you.”

“I’m sure you will.” I poked his abs.

 

 


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Jack & Coke (Uncertain Saint’s MC) by Lani Lynn Vale ♥ Cover Reveal

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Series: Uncertain Saint’s MC #2
Author: Lani Lynn Vale
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 6, 2016
Lies

Mig’s wife is a bitch.

How else do you describe a woman that lies, cheats and steals to get what she wants? 

That’s exactly what happens when she traps him into a marriage he wants nothing to do with, saddling him with a kid that he knows doesn’t deserve to be in a world like his.

He’s doing a pretty bang-up job at ignoring everything but his responsibilities as a DEA officer and a member of The Uncertain Saints MC.

Then his neighbor knocks on his door, and everything he thought he knew is blown out the window.

Deceit

Annie teaches Mig that not every woman is out to get him.

Her love for Mig stretches past what’s appropriate for two friends, and Annie soon straddles that invisible boundary between appropriate and inappropriate.

Annie’s not a cheater, though.

When she tries to say goodbye, Mig won’t let her leave, and soon the tiny town of Uncertain blows up with the news of Annie and Mig’s innocent friendship.

Betrayal

Matters of the heart are foreign to Mig, and it takes Annie being gutted for him to see the wrong he’s done.

He waits too long, though, and Annie’s heart is broken.

She wants it all, or she wants nothing. She can’t take anymore half-hearted attempts at being just friends.

The heart wants what it wants, and it doesn’t take long for Mig to realize that.

But just when Mig finally has it all in the palm of his hand, his life is ripped to shreds by a new player in the game, and it takes all of Annie’s love and devotion, as well as help from the men of The Uncertain Saint’s MC, to put Mig back together again.
“Go get the door for the policemen I can see outside,” I called. “And tell them you have a DEA Agent in your house so they don’t try to shoot me when they enter.”

 

“I already did,” I heard Annie say as she got closer.
I saw her only a few seconds before she disappeared around the edge of the hallway into the entry way beyond it.
Then the door was unchained, unlocked, and swung open.
Three cops were the next to enter, and I nodded at the one I knew.
“Hey there, Officer Kirkpatrick,” I called to my good friend.
We had drinks every week, sometimes multiple times a week.
I had to do some creative thinking to get away from my wife, and Officer Kirkpatrick, a.k.a. Bullseye, was one of them.
Well, I didn’t do him…but I hung out with him.
Often.
And Bullseye had a hell of a wife that didn’t care if I was over there as much as I was.
“What’s shakin’?” Bullseye asked.
“These two men here decided to break into Annie’s house. I’m just here making sure that they don’t get off with anything valuable,” I answered.
The other officer, Antonio Juarez, I didn’t know very well.
He was new, and hung out with the young’uns instead of us old folks.
Well, I was thirty-four, which wasn’t ‘old’ per se, but it sure as fuck wasn’t young, either.
“What’s that in his hand?” Juarez asked.
I looked down at Howard Ryan’s hand, and narrowed my eyes.
“That’s Annie’s purse,” I answered.
Annie’s ‘purse’ was more of a beach bag, and I didn’t know how the hell she found anything in it.
But I wouldn’t know what to do with her if she didn’t have it with her.
She’d been able to supply me with an ice pack, and a water on two different occasions, so I wasn’t one to complain when it was beneficial to me.
“Well, boys, let’s go for a ride downtown,” Bullseye said, walking behind Howard Ryan and handcuffing him.
Ryan shot me an evil look as he left, promising retribution, and I smiled at him.
Bring it, little boy. You can’t handle this, my look said.
Forty-five minutes later, the cops were leaving with both men in the back of two separate cars, and I was left standing on Annie’s front porch with her next to me.
“Thank you,” she said, looking up at me with all sorts of promises in her eyes.
I touched my fingertips to her cheek and smiled down at her.
God, she was beautiful.
Long, wavy brown hair that went down to her mid back. Beautiful, full lips.
A smokin’ ass.
Light brown skin that was nearly the color of mine.
She wasn’t Italian like me, though.
She was Puerto Rican, and she wouldn’t let anyone call her otherwise.
I’d give anything to be with her but my life, and name, belonged to my wife.
God, if there was any way I could rewind a year, I’d do it in a heartbeat.
I would’ve never invited my now wife, Jennifer, to the club party.
Jennifer was the exact opposite of Annie.
Rude, opinionated, and selfish.
Now she was six months pregnant with my child, and I hated every fucking second of my life.
“You’re welcome,” I said roughly. “I’m gonna have a few men over here in the next few days to install an alarm and make sure nobody can ever do that to you again.”
“Mig, what the ever loving fuck are you doing over there?” My wife screeched.
I winced and slowly dropped my hand, looking over at Jennifer like one would a pile of fish heads and vomit.
Then I turned around when I saw she was dressed in little to nothing.
How not surprising.
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Cold Deception (His Agenda 4): Prequel to the His Agenda Series (His Agenda 0.5)
by Dori Lavelle
***AUTHOR NOTE: Cold Deception is a tragic love story that should be read after books 1, 2 & 3 in the His Agenda Series.***
They say he’s a monster, a very dangerous man. But they don’t know him. They don’t know the depth of the darkness lurking inside his soul. They don’t see the burn of the wounds on his heart.
If they did, maybe they would understand why he became Jude Macknight.
Cold Deception offers a peek into the past life of Jude Macknight…when he used to be someone else, when he was married to the woman that introduced him to his dark side.
***WARNING: Due to sexual situations and adult content, Cold Deception is not intended for readers under the age of 18, and anyone who is unable to read books containing the following issues: kidnapping, murder, rape, and extreme abuse.***
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Dori Lavelle, is a mother, wife, and a sucker for happy-ever-afters and mint chocolate. Growing up, Dori read a lot, and when she wasn’t happy with a particular ending, she wrote a different one, just for herself. Before long, she was writing stories when she should have been doing homework. The time has come for her to share the stories she cooks up in her head.
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Title: Patrician
Author: Lindsey Winsemius
Series: Secrets of Alba
Genre: Romance
 
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Jay
is the enemy; an agent of the empire that killed her brother and
threatens her home. He always completes his mission, but he’s never had a
mission quite like her… 


Lina is a Patrician, brilliant but sheltered. She’s always played it safe. Until now. 



Lina
is devastated by the loss of her brother. He died a war hero, but that
is little comfort. Pushing away her family and friends, she cares
nothing for the future. But the kind words and comforting embrace of
Jay, her handsome gardener, break through the walls she’s built and
gives her hope of a new life. 



Lina’s
life takes a dramatic turn as she becomes a pawn in the same war that
killed her brother. Jay is not the gentle worker he appears. She finds
herself taken captive by the man she trusted, forced across the
continent devastated by wars, and thrust into the middle of the battle
waging between two of the new America’s most powerful nations. 



Can
Lina and Jay ever learn to trust one another? Because the fate of both
their nations may depend on the two of them working together to overcome
the real enemy… 



In this exciting sequel to Reaper, return to the west coast city of Alba, a place of assassins, secrets, and romance.

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Jay
surfaced beside her, sloughing water off his face. The underwater lights
slowly changed from blue to the colors of sunset, turning his tawny
hair red and making the grooves and hollows of his face more defined.
He didn’t look like the enemy right now.
His
face became unusually serious, his shadowy eyes meeting hers. Large,
callused hands skimmed her sides, down to her hips, pulling her forward
slowly, giving her time to move away.
She didn’t. She’d known this moment would come since she’d agreed to his invitation.
She wanted him to kiss her; needed him to. This is wrong,
a niggling voice warned her. But she couldn’t seem to pull away as his
lips, wet with the salty pool water, lowered slowly to hover over hers.
“Lina?” He was asking for permission. Forcing her to make the decision.
She closed the gap, her body shaking with excitement and nerves. Her arms went around his neck, and their mouths fused…

 


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Welcome to the heart—and heat—of
Australia…
They say that no one has secrets
in a small town—these women prove them wrong.
Eight brand-new stories from some
of Australia’s hottest writers in Australia’s hottest genre. From the bar
stools of the local pub to the wide open plains of the biggest stations in the
world, these tales travel the dusty roads to the heart of Australia and the
women who understand how to work hard—and play even harder.
In the latest in the wildly
successful Secret Confessions series from Escape Publishing, the
women of Down & Dusty invite
you into their lives—and their bedrooms.
Brooke’s brothers practically
define over-protective, and while Brooke appreciates their concern, their
efforts have left her climbing the walls in sexual frustration. But no man in
town is willing to risk their ire, and all Brooke wants is one guy who thinks
she is worth the effort. One guy who will stand up for himself—and for
her—against her overbearing, old-fashioned family, and whisk her away to sexual
and emotional fulfilment. The only issue is that the one guy who looks like he
might is the one guy who broke her heart—the one guy that she can’t risk
falling for again.

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Brooke – Eden Summers

Clarissa – Mel Teshco

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Maree – Elizabeth Dunk

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Eden Summers is a true blue
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and a quick witted husband.

In late 2010, Eden’s romance obsession could no longer be sated by reading
alone, so she decided to give voice to the sexy men and sassy women in her
mind.

Eden can’t resist alpha dominance, dark features and sarcasm in her fictional
heroes and loves a strong heroine who knows when to bite her tongue but also
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MOTHER BEFORE WIFEby Melissa Brown

Release Date: February 4, 2016

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Secrets.

So many secrets. Nothing but secrets.I started another life with a new husband, thirteen new sister wives and a new
place to call home.

But the secrets weigh on me, on all of us.

And every secret leads back to the Prophet the, self-proclaimed, mouthpiece of
God. The man I’ve worshiped since childhood, the man we obey without question.

And he’s the man who will destroy us all.

I must reveal his secrets.

Prove his betrayal, his lies and his deceit.

I will not be silenced, no matter how hard he tries.

And I will never give up. Ever.

 
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The Prophet linked his hands behind his back, tilting his head a bit as he studied me. “The cake is delicious. Did you make it?”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it, but no, Sarah is the baker of the family. I do make a delicious roast chicken.”
“I should like to try it sometime.”
“I’d be honored.”
Another pause, and my heart raced. There had to be a reason for this conversation. Perhaps he would explain his actions, although the chances of that were slim. The Prophet answered to no one. Who was I to think he’d feel any obligation to explain himself to me?
Get a grip, Aspen. You’re nothing special, just a woman, like any other on this compound.
“My mother is certainly taken with you.”
“Thank you. I like her very much.”
The Prophet stared back at the bench where Jorjina was watching birds chirping from the tree above her. “Well, she always has liked Paul’s wives.”
“Excuse me?” I asked, wondering if I’d misunderstood his last statement.
“How’s your dog?” he asked, clearing his throat. When he turned his attention back toward me, his face hardened.
“Scout?” I asked, my throat dry. “He’s fine. He’s off playing with Jeremiah, I’m sure. They’re attached at the hip.” I attempted to divert the conversation in another direction, but I failed.
“Yes, your boy seems rather attached, doesn’t he?”
“They’re the best of friends.”
“You know, I was surprised to see the dog off the grounds of his home. Is he allowed to roam?”
“No, sir, he normally stays in our yard. Someone left the gate open and he just got out, I guess.”
“Ah, I see.”
“I’ve asked my sister wives to double-check that they always lock the gate, so it shouldn’t happen again.”
Please understand what I’m saying. Please don’t punish my family for what I saw . . . what I think I saw.
“I should hope so. It would be a shame if he wandered away; it seems your little boy would surely follow. You said yourself they’re attached at the hip.” He tipped his head forward and raised both eyebrows. “Am I making myself clear?”
Jeremiah? No! Don’t you touch my baby!
I swallowed hard as sweat popped out on my forehead, my neck, my hands. The Prophet was threatening me, threatening to harm my little boy. In sheer panic, I gave the only answer I could possibly offer.
“Yes, sir.”
“Good.” He clasped his hands together. “Now, I believe I’ll have another slice of cake.”
He stared at me, waiting for me to serve him. I was nothing if not perceptive to expectations. The Prophet had threatened me, and then demanded dessert. His eyes were dull and lifeless, as if threatening to harm my child was just another part of his daily role as Prophet.
In that moment, something shifted within me. If the Prophet felt the need to threaten me, to threaten the life of my youngest child, then he was up to no good. This became quite clear.
And at that realization, I grew angry. Furious.
For weeks, I’d hoped that I was wrong, that I misunderstood. But I knew without a shadow of a doubt that if I’d misinterpreted what I’d witnessed, then there would be no need for the warning that had just taken place.
So I harnessed my bravery within, took a breath, and looked him square in the eye. “Of course, dogs do have minds of their own, don’t they?”
The Prophet’s jaw tensed and his Adam’s apple bounced as he swallowed. “I suppose they do.”
“We try to control him, but he’s just an animal, after all.”
The Prophet stared at me in silence.
“I’ll get that cake for you,” I said with a nod, and went to retrieve a plate with the largest piece I could find as my heart pounded furiously in my chest.
As I walked back to join him, I felt strong, powerful. I’d called his bluff and gotten away with it.
Or had I? Panic replaced my confidence as my heart continued to thump so hard within me that I felt my lungs could deflate completely. The pressure within my chest was almost unbearable.
What on earth did I just do? Have I put my baby at risk? What kind of mother am I?
Apologize, Aspen. Repent! Make things right!
I returned to the Prophet, placed the plate in his hands, and opened my mouth to speak. Before I could utter a single syllable, he gripped the plate with one hand and my forearm with the other. He squeezed hard, painfully, and I gasped.
“Watch your step, Aspen. Your life can change in an instant.”
“Yes, sir.” I looked around the yard to see Paul watching my interaction with his brother. A concerned and confused look crossed his handsome face as he studied me.
Keep sweet. Keep sweet. Keep sweet.
“If you’ll excuse me, I should join Paul and my sister wives.”
“Of course.” The Prophet nodded, releasing my arm and turning his attention to the cake on his plate. He glanced down and smiled. “Ah, a corner piece. My favorite.”
He plunged his fork into the thick icing and placed the large bite of cake in his mouth, such a carefree action considering the tension that loomed between us just seconds before. While I required every ounce of strength within me to join my husband and appear unruffled, the Prophet had no trouble going about his business and enjoying his dessert.
A disturbing thought came to me as I walked to join Paul. Perhaps I don’t know the Prophet at all.
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Melissa BrownMelissa Brown was born and raised in the suburbs of Chicago. She attended the University of Illinois and is the mother of two fantastic kids. She’s an avid reader who enjoys making handmade gifts for her family and friends, as well as baking and painting. Melissa has an unhealthy obsession with pop culture. She speaks fluent movie quotes from the 1980s (John Hughes = genius), reads celebrity gossip magazines and never misses an episode of Scandal. She enjoys writing contemporary romance, romantic suspense and young adult novels.All of Melissa’s books are currently available exclusively through Amazon.com and are part of the Kindle Unlimited Program.

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Ink & Lies By S.L. Jennings ♥ Excerpt Reveal

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You know that pivotal moment in every love story, when the hero or heroine makes an imperative move that leaves the other with a life-altering choice? Whether it be a pronouncement of love (I’ve been in love with you my entire life, and I don’t care that you’re my stepbrother) or a salacious secret (I’m pregnant and the baby isn’t yours) or a shocking decision (I’ve decided to embrace what I am… I’m transitioning into a unicorn, and I’m pregnant by my stepbrother), we can always count on this familiar occurrence.

I’ve always deemed them cliché yet necessary in the romance genre. A good plot twist is as vital to a story as its characters. Without it, the hero and heroine would have no reason to change, to evolve. They’d have no reason to step out on faith and madness and take hold of their destiny. Take hold of their story.

I once lived for the perfect plot twist.

I just never expected to actually live it.

I look down at my boarding pass for the eightieth time in the last fifteen minutes. Gate 3B, Seat 2A. GEG to LAX. Final boarding in…now.

Sixteen hours ago, I succumbed to the insanity of feeling, and made my crucial confession. I began that almighty trek up a story’s climactic mountain. And every hour, every minute, since, I’ve waited for her to make her choice.

To make me her choice.

The attendant glares at me from over her intercom receiver and announces that the gate for flight D5611 will be closing in sixty seconds. She’s saying it for only me, because I’m the only one here. Waiting. Crumbling.

I take one last look down the corridor that leads to security. I just knew that she’d show up, racing through the airport, screaming for someone to stop the plane. That was how I’d imagined my story…our story. The greatest cliché of all, and I still couldn’t breathe it into fruition. I still couldn’t get her to read between the lines scrawled on my heart.

I guess the most epic romances are still tucked away within the pages of her favorite novels, safely swathed in inked lies and faded paper promises. Forever fictional. Just like love.

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From International Best Selling Romance Novelist, Hope Hughes, comes a gripping, heartfelt tale of two lovers, fighting for the freedom to…

No. Scratch that. Too cheesy.

…two people, torn apart by the tumultuous tides of life, only to discover refuge in…

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…two people, confused as shit as to where they should be and who they should love and none of this means a damn thing because it’s all lies!

Lies.

I’m not Hope Hughes. I’m not some fierce woman romance machine. Hell, I’m not even a woman.

I’m a liar.

And while I refuse to believe my own BS, deceit masked in heartfelt phrases of love and devotion, I want to make her believe them. Because maybe—just maybe—if she can find the soul within my words, she’ll also be able to find the truth scribbled on my heart.

You see, I once lived for the perfect plot twist.

I just never expected to actually live it.

This is my story. Well, maybe her story. I just wish I could make it our story.

The one I’m still writing.

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About the Author:

S.L. Jennings is a New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of contemporary and paranormal romance, reality TV junkie, obsessive coffee drinker and collector of crazy.

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Resisting Roots by Audrey Carlan

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: 5th April 2016

Resisting Roots (Lotus House Book 1) is a new Audrey Carlan series coming soon!

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Synopsis:

Yoga instructor Genevieve Harper is a blond bombshell loaded down with responsibility and sacrifice. She makes the most out of raising her two siblings in the wake of their parents’ tragic accident. At twenty-four, she doesn’t have time to devote to a man…especially not the devastatingly handsome Trent Fox, who’s known for being a “player” on and off the baseball field.

Trent has the best hitting average in the league. Recently, he suffered a torn hamstring that takes him to the Lotus House Yoga Center for recuperation. There he meets the curvy, petite blonde with soulful black eyes and candy-coated glossy lips he’d like to do more to than kiss. He secures the flexible hottie for daily private lessons that ultimately show him how sensual the art of yoga can be.

Can love grow between a woman who’s rooted in her life and a man who resists any notion of staying in one place?

**If you’re intrigued by the practice of yoga and desire a sensual, intensely erotic, and uniquely spiritual read with characters capable of performing pretzel-like sexual acts, the Lotus House series is for you. Each of the seven books can be read as a standalone but are better read in order. No cliffhangers. Books are erotic romances written for mature audiences 18+.

Author Bio:

Audrey Carlan is a #1 New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author. She writes wicked hot love stories that are designed to give the reader a romantic experience that’s sexy, sweet, and so hot your e-reader might melt. Some of her works include the wildly successful Calendar Girl Serial, Falling Series, and the Trinity Trilogy.

She lives in the California Valley where she enjoys her two children and the love of her life. When she’s not writing, you can find her teaching yoga, sipping wine with her “soul sisters” or with her nose stuck in a wicked hot romance novel.
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All three books are included in this edition.

 

BLINDSIGHT (Part One)

I want her.

She thinks I need her.

What she doesn’t know is she needs me more.

 

I’m hiring her to protect her.

To save her life.

To make her beg.

 

Because her big brown eyes make my d-ck pound and the thought of leaving her to the wolves makes my heart bleed. But the past is colliding with an out of focus present that’s on course to a fatal future. Unless I can beat fate at its own game.

 

BLINDSIGHT (Part Two)

She and I were far from chance.

Our first meeting orchestrated.

Our forever ill-fated.

 

Because I’m her enemy.

I’m her savior.

I’m her nightmare Romeo.

 

She’ll thank me at the end of this, and if she doesn’t, I’ll force her to beg.

 

BLINDSIGHT (Part Three – only available in the complete bundled series )

The web of secrets surrounding Hunter and Erin begins to unravel in the gripping final installment of the Blindsight series…

 

The only woman I’ve ever loved: taken.

The only man I’ve ever called a father: wanted.

 

I was hired to watch her, tasked myself with protecting her, and now I have to save her.

I tried to be her Romeo, but despite everything the past crashed into our lives like wild thunder.

She begged me to run, I begged her to stay, until a force greater than both of us took over.

 

Betrayal comes in threes, and the other shoe’s about to drop.

 

*Blindsight is intended for a mature audience only due to graphic sex, violence, and language

 

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“Ah, I see the little bird has awoken.” A voice echoed and my eyes sliced around the room looking for the owner. A soft chuckle was the only response as my eyes, wide and watery, refused to focus. Shadowy fluorescent light bounced off every surface.

“Where am I?” I choked, desperate for the answer while dreading hearing the voice again. My head felt heavy and confused, reminding me of the syringe they’d plunged into my arm when they’d taken me.

“Let’s find out just what you know, shall we, Princess?” The word turned my heart cold. Froze it to stone in two syllables. I didn’t need to see the face in the door to know who it belonged to.

Him.

Bile rose in my throat as my eyes shuttered closed in my only mental defense. I was ready for a blow, a bat, maybe a crowbar. Guys like him liked to leave a calling card on your face. What happened in the following minutes would almost kill me. One fragile piece at a time.

“When did you call the Feds?” John Ellis Walker, living embodiment of terror on the streets of Chicago, sneered at me with a crooked grin and chipped teeth.

“I didn’t,” I grit, my eyes remaining closed.

His hot breath washed across my face. “Bullshit.” He caught my elbow and tightened. Pain seared through my shoulder when he twisted my arm in warning.

“I didn’t. It wasn’t Hunter either,” I defended lamely. This was not the plan. Think fast, Erin. Think survival. “He didn’t have anything to gain by doing that, and neither did I. I don’t know anything.”

“You had everything to gain.” The pad of his thumb touched my chin and worked my jaw to the side before swiping his thumb across his tongue and smearing saliva down my cheek. “Wouldn’t want you dirty for when Prince Charming gets here.” He stalked back to the doorway.

My prince. Could Hunter really get here? Oh God, JW had taken me to get to Hunter. Of course that was the reason. A sob fell from my throat as I made a sad attempt at shuffling across the damp concrete on my knees.

“Why the hurry to leave, Princess? Fun’s only begun.” JW hauled me up by my shackled wrists and plopped me in a rusted metal chair, taking me by surprise and pressing a hunk of cold metal at my throat before I could blink. His rough hand slid through my snarled hair and gave a sharp tug. He stuck his nose against my ear and inhaled, the chilled metal still dancing across my skin as he took his fill of my scent. “No wonder Clu’s puttin’ it to ya. He’s got a thing for the sweet ones.” He tapped the metal at my jugular before pulling away. “Where the fuck did that snake you married put the money?” JW asked again, then released me with an angry jerk, taking a step back and tapping the barrel of the gun under my chin to raise my eyes to his. They fluttered open, my confidence boosted with the realization that if JW thought I knew where the money was, he wouldn’t kill me.

“I have some ideas,” I answered, holding his golden, serpent-like gaze. JW kicked at the legs of my chair causing it to wobble and tip to the cold floor, leaving me even more banged and bruised.

“Cut the games. Just like your slut mother.” JW kicked at the chair again. “I hope you don’t know where my money is, Princess, because if I find out you do, I’m pulling your pretty teeth out one by one.” His dank breath filtered through my nostrils and curdled my stomach.

“He’s here,” the other man I’d met at the VIP lounge only weeks ago boomed. He must have recognized me. How could he not? But then again, I probably wouldn’t recognize myself after lying on a grungy concrete floor, my body caked with grime and bruises.

“Perfect.” JW stalked from the room, slamming the heavy door as he went. I heard the scrape of an industrial lock announcing my dim fate. I looked around the room, spotting a window filtering a minuscule amount of daylight in. But the walls were at least ten feet tall, no way could I reach. I swallowed the ache in my throat as my gaze cast around the room. Nothing. There was nothing. My stomach turned, and just as I thought they could have at least left me a waste basket to throw up in, a gunshot echoed through the long tunnel of the building.

“Oh God.” No. No. No. My stomach dropped and I bolted to the steel door and pressing an ear to it. “Hunter. Please. Not. Hunter.” I sobbed and prayed in equal turn, waiting for anything to betray the truth of the situation.

Nothing. Cold, empty silence. My stomach burned and rolled before I slumped to the floor on my knees in reckless sobs.

Please, not Hunter.

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Adriane Leigh was born and raised in a snowbank in Michigan’s Upper Peninsula and now lives among the sand dunes of the Lake Michigan lakeshore.

She graduated with a Literature degree but never particularly enjoyed reading Shakespeare or Chaucer.

She is married to a tall, dark, and handsome guy, and plays mama to two sweet baby girls. She is a voracious reader and wishes she had more time to knit scarves to keep her warm during the arctic Michigan winters.

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