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The sun shone into the room, and it took me a few moments to realize where I was. I didn’t recognize the king-size bed, or the black sheets, but then Caden walked past the open door and all the memories flooded into place.

I slept at his place.

I glanced around the bed… I slept in his bed!

“Your alarm’s about to go off in ten minutes,” Caden called from the doorway. He had a cup of coffee in hand and wore only jeans.

I tried to keep my eyes front and center, but I lost. The tattoos were a nice little zig-zag pattern, pulling my gaze down, all the way down. Caden’s slow, smooth chuckle told me he knew what I’d just done. My cheeks only warmed a little.

I shot him a look, falling back to the pillow. “I feel like this should be the first skip day of my school career.”

“You’ve never skipped before?”

I shook my head, rolling it side to side on the pillow. “Am I missing out? Should I embrace my inner deviant?”

He smirked. “You can skip a class for any reason in the world. It’s your life.”

I sat up, eyeing that coffee. “You were supposed to be the bad influence.”

His eyebrow lifted. “I’m not selling it enough?” He lifted his cup. “You want some coffee?”

“I’m wondering if today is the day I try coffee too.”

“You’ve never had coffee?”

“I’m beginning to think I’m lame.” I thought about it. “Really lame.”

“You slept at some guy’s house last night. Think of it that way.” His smirk was back. “Not so lame now.”

I could do one better. “I slept at a fraternity house.”

And you drank beer.”

“It was the second night in a row that I drank beer.”

“See? Not so lame after all.”

“You’re right.” I sat up. “I’m halfway to total badass.”

He grinned. “We cuddled last night, and you could think of it as dry humping. You almost got some last night.”

Except I hadn’t, and we were in the friend zone. Why were my hands curling around the covers into tight balls? I glanced down and forced them to loosen, then shrugged, trying to be the nonchalant badass I was.

“You carried me to bed. Almost the same thing.”

Suddenly, the joking was gone, and his eyes burned. I could feel his heat from across the room, and my body reacted, instantly warming even before he said a word.

“Nothing’s the same as sliding inside,” he murmured after a moment. “The feel of being in there, feeling that clench around you, knowing you can push as deep as you want, as hard or gently as you want. Nope. I’ve gotta step off the joke train for a moment here. Nothing is remotely the same as that feeling.”

Fuck. My pulse spiked.

He tossed me a look. “Maybe I’ll cop a feel the next time.”

I pretended to groan. “One more notch on my badass peg. You better cop a feel next time.”

“Is that all I am to you? A notch on the bedpost? I feel so used, Stoltz.”

Okay. My last name. We were back on familiar ground here. But my grin was still a little shaky.

“Get used to it, Banks. I’m only disguised as this plain Jane. Inside there’s a wild woman just waiting to be let loose.”

He didn’t reply.

He stared at me for a few more seconds, then straightened from the doorway. “There’s nothing plain about you, Summer.”

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I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell in love with the anti-stepbrother instead?

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He told me to ‘settle, girl.’
He asked if ‘something was wrong with me?’
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?

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I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Maria Gomez married her lover’s brother to give the baby she carried the name and future she deserved. Now she is widowed, and her oldest child’s father―the only man she ever loved―has returned. 

In prison for a crime he didn’t commit, Jefferson Bay never forgot the beautiful woman who betrayed him with his own brother. When DNA evidence proved Jeff’s innocence years later and he was released, he vowed to find Maria and seek his revenge. 

The passion between the two has never died, but can they learn to trust each other again?

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Helen Hardt’s passion for the written word began with the books her mother read to her at bedtime. She wrote her first story at age six and hasn’t stopped since. In addition to being an award winning author of contemporary and historical romance and erotica, she’s a mother, a black belt in Taekwondo, a grammar geek, an appreciator of fine red wine, and a lover of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream.  

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  • Prologue

  • Rock bottom was an alley in New York City where I, a strung out junkie asshole, pissed myself and twitched like a bitch as I lost control of my body. It seemed fitting considering how I’d lost control of everything else. My path had always been leading me to a busted piece of concrete beside a filthy dumpster of rank smelling garbage.
  • For me, being a junkie was all about one thing—the fucking sound that defined my life. It was a return to home, but getting there was a raging bitch with sharp claws and razor-like teeth. It hurt like a motherfucker and broke what was left of my spirit piece by miserable piece, but I did it anyway. Pay to fucking play, I thought. Honestly, back then I’d have shot up battery acid if it meant I’d have five goddamn seconds of peace.
  • Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
  • I could feel my heartbeat of course, but when I was high, I could hear it, too, thump-thump-thumping in my ears. It was a steady series of bass notes that reminded me of better times. Of home.  Of safety and laughter. Later my home became the stuff of nightmares, a prison of terror and mind-fucking cruelty that could never, ever be forgotten. That part of my life I was able to tap into without drugs, since it lived and breathed inside of me every minute of every day—until I started shooting up. Once that shit hit my veins I’d cruise to numb before floating off.  It fucking sucked, especially the aftermath, but those few seconds of nothing were like an oasis in the desert of my life.  It was killing me, but I didn’t care.  Of course, I’d been banking on my lifetime not being very long at all.
  • Which is why I wasn’t even a little upset as I twitched on the sidewalk and sensed death hovering over me.
  • Ba-dum. Ba-dum. Ba-dum.
  • I hadn’t just raced toward my own demise; I’d also been busy inviting it in.  Hell, I’d all but sent out engraved invitations and by my estimation, death had been passing me over for far too long.
  • As I twitched on the pavement, ready to have it all be over, I felt something around me shift.
  • I knew she was there because I’d smelled her Loves Baby Soft perfume.  When she spoke, she was right next to me, close enough for me to feel her hand when it covered mine. I also felt her head as it set down on my chest, just over my heart.
  • “I love this sound,” she murmured.
  • For a moment, her sweet voice warmed the coldest place inside of me.  My eyes were at half-mast as I tried and failed to let her know I remembered how much she loved the sound of a beating heart. It wasn’t something I could ever forget.
  • “Dad always said the rhythm of the heart was musical.”
  • My heart, which I imagined was like a sandbox made of broken and worn down glass, cracked in my chest. I wanted to respond, but words were too difficult to form. My tongue wouldn’t cooperate.
  • “I know what you’re doing, and you have to stop,” she whispered.  “This isn’t okay. It’s almost too late.”
  • God, I hoped so.
  • Ba…dum.
  • Ba…dum.
  • Ba…dum.
  • “It doesn’t sound good.”
  • She was right.  The sound was slow and unsteady. I heard the concern in her voice, but couldn’t find it in me to care about the state I was in.
  • She expelled a heavy sigh.
  • “What’s coming is going to hurt,” she warned.
  • I dealt in hurt the way some people dealt cards, so threatening pain was laughable. I was on a first name basis with it, which meant it didn’t scare me in the least.  It had been years since I’d felt anything consistently other than agony. I tried to fake it sometimes, tried to pretend I was experiencing happiness—but when I was alone, all of the subterfuge disappeared.  I wasn’t happy and I didn’t see how I ever could be.
  • Not with what I’d seen.
  • Not after what I’d lost.
  • Ba.
  • Dum.
  • Ba.
  • Dum.
  • Ba.
  • Dum.
  • The rhythm of the beat was gone.  In its absence was a series of discordant thumps without rhyme or reason.
  • Suddenly, light surrounded me. I was relieved because it surely meant my hell was almost over. I wasn’t even a little bit sad.  The light brought no warm feeling with it, and I thought I heard terse sounding voices, but I didn’t let it upset me.  Everyone knew when you saw the light, you were meant to go toward it.
  • Finally, I thought, I was going home.
  • “It doesn’t work this way,” she told me.  “Doing this—you don’t get to go where you want to go. It’s not your time.”
  • I wanted to answer, but I couldn’t open my mouth. Why wasn’t it ever my time? Why couldn’t I make the choice?
  • “Nothing can change what happened,” she said firmly. “Stop trying to check out of life, Tyson.”
  • My mind was screaming in agony and I wanted to tell her she didn’t know what it was like to have gone through what I did.  She didn’t know how it felt to be so horribly alone.
  • “I’m always with you,” she assured me. “We all are. Stop chasing death and start living—if not for yourself, then for me.  For us.”
  • I think I whimpered then, like a small boy hiding from monsters beneath his bed.
  • “Help is here,” she announced.
  • I felt her lips against my cheek, and it made me want to cry. I didn’t want help—I needed it all to be over. It felt like the end was close—I couldn’t hear my heartbeat anymore.
  • “You’ll never see me again if you don’t fight,” she told me. “Stop trying to kill yourself and realize that life is a gift.”
  • If I’d been able to, I would have cursed. It sure as hell didn’t feel like a gift to me.
  • “Because you’re letting the pain win,” she said sadly. “This is your last chance.  Take it.”
  • I wondered how she knew that, but then I lost the ability to form coherent thoughts since my body felt like it was on fire.  Pain slashed through my veins like razorblades being chased by molten lava, and no area of my body was immune.  Even my eyelids felt dry and scorched.  I wanted to scream my lungs out, to beg for it to end, but I couldn’t move. The Loves Baby Soft smell of her faded away, replaced by an acrid stench that burned my nostrils.
  • I thought I was in hell.  Regardless of whether I could go home or not, I didn’t think I had the wherewithal to withstand the amount of pain ricocheting through my body like a thousand bullets.  My ribs and chest hurt so badly, I wished I could just stop feeling.  I’d foolishly believed my utter lack of care or concern about my life meant death would be easy.
  • It wasn’t.
  • Death, I found, was brutal business.
  • The torture seemed to last an eternity and through it all, I was unable to communicate.  My eyes stayed closed, and my mouth wouldn’t form words.  I couldn’t even lift a hand.  If I’d been able to, I would’ve shoved whoever was touching me far, far away.  Being fried from the inside out was hell on earth and I wondered why the fuck it wasn’t stopping.
  • How the hell could she have called what was happening to me help?
  • Right then the only thing I knew for sure was that if being helped hurt that much, I preferred to go without the aid.

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A rock star with millions of adoring fans.

A country girl with a broken heart.

Rock star, Tyson Allen, is the hilarious, in-your-face bass player for one of the world’s most popular bands. Behind his funny-guy exterior hides a tragic past full of unbearable horror. After turning to drugs and alcohol to numb the pain, Tyson hit rock bottom on a New York City sidewalk. For several minutes, Tyson Allen was gone–dead. And now, he’s trying to rebuild a life he nearly lost. He found a way to move forward and live life—a way he was comfortable with. All was going according to plan until he met the new assistant for his band.

In an instant, everything changes.

Daisy Hammond has a slew of her own tragedies. And the last thing she needs is a crush on one of America’s rock legends. But unlike Tyson, her kind and generous heart refuses to push people away. Working with the band isn’t easy as Tyson doesn’t want anything to do with her. Despite his standoffish and rude demeanor, Daisy can’t deny the pull she has for him. Determined to stay away from the bass player with an attitude, she goes about her business without getting in his way. But one night, their desire for one another erupts. Now it’s up to Daisy to pull Ty out of his shell before the tour ends and they go their separate ways. Will she find a way to break down Ty’s walls before it’s too late?

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Skye Summers endured a tragic past. She wants what the past stole, and despite lingering scars, she’s surviving and thriving. Now she cures the sick, heals the wounded, and takes care of those clinging to life. The only person she can’t heal is herself, because Skye is too broken for love.

Ash Dean has it all: Fame, fortune, and the adoration of screaming fans. The constant parties, drugs, alcohol, and an endless string of one-night stands are taking their toll. He gives and his fans take, until he’s lost within the crowd. He wants someone to see him for the man he wishes to be rather than the one he’s become.

One fate…

Two lives…

Three Days…

That’s the proposition…

It would be insane to accept and Skye’s a fool to agree, but she’s tired of playing it safe, besides what could go wrong?

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Skye pushed past the morning Metro commuters and fumbled for the lanyard at her neck, not interested in engaging in another conversation with Ash.

The frigid wind spilled down the long escalators descending into the DC Metro along with a crowd of bundled travelers. A true feat of engineering, the warren of Metro lines, and cavernous design of the platforms, kept the busy subway system of the nation’s capitol one of the cleanest among large metropolitan cities. Why was he chasing her down? The last thing she needed was some cocksure asshole trying to pick her up.

“Goddammit. Stop,” Ash yelled, three steps away. She stretched towards the turnstile, ready to swipe her pass, but then his hand fell on her shoulder and yanked her to a stop.

With a yelp, she reached for his wrist, or tried to. She’d forgotten about the drink she carried. Hot cocoa spewed out directly toward his chest, and the steaming liquid splattered across his taut, white cotton shirt.

Although many of those passing by gawked, as a whole, the crowd parted around them. “Oh my God!” The empty paper cup tumbled to the floor, and Skye shook out her hand, hot cocoa flying. Droplets splattered his jeans and the tops of his converse sneakers. The tail end of the dark, chocolaty goodness coated his hand as well as his shirt. “Fuck.” He pulled the burning fabric away from his chest.

Only then did she notice her backpack slung over his shoulder. Her attention shifted from the dark brown stain on his shirt, to the burning hot cocoa dripping off his hand, and back to her bag. “I’m so sorry.”

She prayed the liquid had cooled enough not to scald. Ash pinched his shirt and held it out from his body. His nose scrunched. “What the fuck is this?” He leveled the full intensity of his gaze on her. Then he sniffed his shirt. “That’s not coffee.” The wet t-shirt outlined a six-pack beneath the drenched fabric, and she couldn’t help but stare.

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He pressed the pad of his thumb against her lip.

“I feel bad about your drink.” Her knees nearly bucked, weakened under the press of that thumb. He had found a way inside her private bubble, and the way he took her in, with those mesmerizing eyes, made her world tilt and tremble.

When his palm cupped her jaw, her stomach tumbled. Pressing a palm to her belly did nothing to calm the riot going on in there.

And then it happened. His eyes shifted between her mouth and her eyes, and he leaned in for a kiss.

 

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Wife, lover, and mother are her most treasured roles, but Ellie has played many parts: counter-girl at McDonalds, a research assistant in a Nanofabrication facility, rocket scientist, physician, and now a published author with the release of her debut novel Changing Roles. Ellie is adding to her publications, HEART’S INSANITY: an Angel Fire Rock Romance coming August 2016.

She has lived all over the United States, east, west, north, south and central, but grew up under the Hawaiian sun. Now, Ellie is proud to call herself a Southern transplant, learning to say y’all and ‘bless her heart’ with the best of them. She lives with her beloved husband, two children who refuse to flee the nest, and four fur-­babies; three cats who rule the household, and a dog who wants nothing other than for the cats to be his friends. The cats have a different opinion regarding this matter.

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Playing His Game

Learning the moves from the best…

Aimee, a teacher, never wanted to be in the limelight, but when her professional videogame playing twin sister asked her to fill in for her at the regional championships, how could she say no? Especially, when the best player of The Celestial Prophesy is her teacher… in more ways than one. All she knows is that she is dying to lick his Star Wars Rebel Alliance tattoo and see if he is the Superman that his other body art implies.

He’s going to school the teacher…

Daemon Ivanov has lusted after Aimee for years. One taste of her and he knows that she will be his. A few nights will not be enough. Daemon plays to win.

Caution: This story is full of lust. So much lust that you might find that you need a fan due to the rising temperature in the room. It’s the first in a series with an HEA, but is a standalone story.

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Aimee tried to listen to everything that Daemon told her about the game, but her eyes kept wandering over to his strong arms and the cute way that his dark hair curled at the nape of his neck. She hadn’t said much since their make-out session. She was equal parts proud of herself for going after him and mortified. Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine herself masturbating in front of him and then practically placing her cunt on his mouth. However, she had also never imagined him being such a welcoming partner. Judging by the caresses that he had been giving her during their training session, she had an idea that he wanted to experience more of her soon. The one thing she knew for sure was that she would combust if he trailed another fingertip up her leg. As it was, she might have to excuse herself to get a fresh pair of panties.

“This is our main planet here,” Daemon said as he drove his space cruiser that looked a lot like a Star Wars X-Wing fighter, to a reddish brown planet.

“Okay, why do you need the planets?” she was sure that he must have mentioned it, but she had been daydreaming.

“We have to build our civilization so we can make the things that we need for battles. Like on this planet we get the ore to make our ships. The colors of the planet help us determine what they can be used for. For example, blue is water.”

Aimee was perplexed. This game was certainly more complex than she had given it credit for. “Then how do you compete if you have to spend all your time finding your materials and making things?”

Daemon reached over and grabbed the soda that she had finally offered him and took a long sip. As he put it down, he smiled to her. “Well, Nebula One, the maker of the game, takes out the territories of the competitors for the competition and puts them in a system where it’s only them competing in battle.”

As Aimee watched Daemon, or D3m0nChaser, as he was known on the game, navigate his ship through some tricky meteor filled airspace, she felt her heart sink. Just because Steph was her identical twin didn’t mean that Aimee could pass as Steph when it came to playing The Celestial Prophesy. Steph had always been good at games, whereas Aimee had always crashed hard.

“I don’t think that I’m going to be able to pass off as Steph,” she admitted as she bungled the controls. She winced as her ship once again crashed into an asteroid. The controls were so confusing. The top controls determined up and down, whereas the bottom controls steered right or left. She was able to do one or the other, but the two of them together- forget it! Helping Steph and her team was her goal, but she didn’t want to make her sister look bad, and that’s just what would happen if she continued this charade.

Aimee looked out of the corner of her eye to try to gage Daemon’s true feelings. In profile, he looked so masculine. His nose had a bit of a bump in it, like he had broken it at some point in time, but his sensuous lips identified him as a true lover. His jaw was squared and strong. Before they had started the game, he had reached into his pocket to pull out a pair of dark rimmed glasses, and put them on. She had never seen him wear glasses before, and he had made some comment about allergies and contacts being a bad mix. She found that she liked the glasses on him. They added character. A little geeky was quickly becoming her type. Especially those who sported a Rebel Alliance tattoo on their right bicep and Superman on their left. Her mouth watered, wanting to lick the vibrant lines of each.

He paused the game and turned toward her. He took her controller and placed it down next to his. Taking her hands, he held them in his as his thumbs rubbed circles along the top of her still sensitive hands. “Aimee, look at me.”

When she looked up at him, she saw warmth in his emerald eyes. “You’re going to do fine. The rest of the group will help get you through it. I’ll be right at your side. Just do as I say.”

“You better be! This controller is hard to use. I think I would do better if I had a joystick,” she grumbled.

A twinkle came to his eye and he let out a small laugh. He then brought her hands to his erect package, straining to get out of his pants. “I’ve got your joystick right here.”

Aimee started laughing so hard that she almost fell off the couch. Laughing helped her diffuse any tension and nerves that she had at the moment. “Thanks! I needed that!”

“How do you think my Johnson feels about you laughing at him?” Daemon jokingly pouted as he continued to loosely hold her hands to him.

The sound of the keys jingling outside the door with the occasional swearword from Alisha made Aimee leap away from Daemon as if she were on fire. She straightened her clothes and then hurried to open the door. Daemon merely laughed at her flustered movements.

Aimee swung open the door just as Alisha stood poised with the key ready to insert into the lock as Steph stood next to her. They all laughed as Aimee let them in.

Alisha came in and greeted Daemon as she came to sit with him on the couch. Aimee noted how Alisha’s smile seemed a little too big and she sat a little too close to Daemon for comfort. When he mentioned something, Alisha gave an exaggerated laugh and flipped her hair. Aimee actually heard herself growl. He was hers!

“Wow, Aimee. Cool it!” Steph gently murmured. Steph always seemed to know what was going on with her without any words being said; of course, Aimee’s growl was a bit of a giveaway.

Daemon stood up and gave Aimee a lazy smile and a wink, which had her heart working on overtime. Damn! No one should have the right to look so perfectly normal after what they just did. She ventured a glance over at Alisha to see that his flirtatious looks to her did not go unnoticed. Alisha was looking at him and was pouting. Daemon didn’t seem to notice Alisha as he sided up to Aimee and put his strong arm around her shoulders, pulling her into his warm, hard body. She shivered a little at the intimate contact as he leaned down and kissed her head.

Aimee looked at her sister and friend, melting at his actions. As awful as she felt admitting it, she was pleased that Alisha could see that she had lost the war. Daemon was hers. Steph gave her an ‘I knew it!’ smile, whereas, Alisha’s jaw dropped as her brows furled.

Aimee turned her head to see Daemon look back at the other ladies and lazily smile, “I was just teaching Aimee about joysticks.”

“I’m sure you were,” Steph sarcastically replied as she dropped to the couch next to Alisha.

 

 

 

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Brooklynn Armstrong’s law enforcement career comes crashing down when a fugitive shapeshifts in front of her. Too stunned to do anything, she’s flung out of the way and reports the incident only to have her badge taken from her. Determined to prove what she witnessed, she ends up in the world of the paranormal—unaware of how deep she’s ventured.

Barely a day back in Alaska and Carran has been given a mission to detain the lion shifter in Pittsburgh who exposed himself to two police officers and reunite him with his daughter. He’s worked to secure a permanent position with the Elder guards, and this mission might be the clincher. But when a woman stirs emotions within him, revealing the past that he keeps hidden deep inside, will the future he fought for still be what he wants?

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He wanted nothing more than to tear their clothes off them, press her against the wall, and bury his shaft deep within her. “Fuck, baby, I want you.”

“Are you trying to distract me?” She wrapped her arms around his neck.

“No, but is it working?” Wanting his hands free, he walked around the dresser and pressed her back against the wall. With her pinned between him and the wall, he took hold of the hem of the shirt and raised an eyebrow. “You’re still wearing my shirt.”

“Your point? It looks better on me than you, anyway.”

His hands slid under the thin material. “I think you look better without it. I want you naked like you were last night.”

“I’ll have to think about that.” She arched into him as his hands slid under the material of her bra.

“What was that?” He tweaked the nipple, hardening the little bud in his fingers.

The floorboard in the hall creaked and the scent of Taber drifted toward Carran. He pulled his hand out from her bra and tugged down her shirt. “What, man?”

“We’ve got to get a move on it. The wolves lost their pup.”

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Being the first daughter to an avid reader, this gave her the advantage of learning to read at a young age. Since learning to read she has always had her nose in a book. It wasn’t until she was a teenager that she started writing down the stories she came up with.

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Her writing buddy Pup Cameron, a cocker spaniel, is always around to listen to her bounce ideas off him. He might not be able to answer, but they’re helpful in their own ways.

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I’m the popular girl at school.
The one everyone wants to be friends with.
I have the best boyfriend in the world, who’s on the basketball team.
My parents adore me, and I absolutely love them. My sister and I have a great relationship too.
I’m a cheerleader, I have a high GPA and I’m liked even by the teachers.
It was a night which promised to be filled with love and fun until…something happened which changed everything.

 

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I’m Margaret and I’m a self published author from Sydney Australia.

I love to take people on an emotional journey and push them outside their comfort zone when reading one of my books.

I have 11 titles out and I’m working on more. I love to write stories which tackle subjects that may be considered sensitive, and tell them in a way where you can see and feel what my main character is going through.

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No one evades Fate. Especially when the escape route is cracked and full of holes.

As a naïve young woman, Marité Muro nearly drowned in a maelstrom of confusing emotions stirred by two very different men. One whose tortured soul tugged at her heart, another whose scorching touch made her innocent body want…more.

Four years in a Spanish prep school gave her time to gain perspective, and now she’s come home to Florida knowing what she wants. The one man she’s never been able to forget, and she’s ready to prove their age difference is no obstacle.

Vietnam left scars on Brian MacKay, some visible, some invisible—and infinitely more dangerous. His war buddy’s sister-in-law has ripened into a tempting, irresistible woman, but she is forbidden fruit. Yet she challenges his resolve until, in a moment of weakness, his demons slip free.

Marité isn’t sure why the man who held her closer than skin is suddenly holding her at arm’s length, but she isn’t afraid to fight for him. Even when someone returns from the past who could destroy everything. Her home. Her family. And Brian’s love.

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You’re late…you’re late. Where the heck are you? Out of the corner of her eye, Marité Muro scanned the hallway of the chapel. To her mounting frustration, several attendees standing next to a column blocked her view. She could stare forever and accomplish nothing. Neither the people nor the column would move out of her way. Reality does stink. She didn’t have X-ray vision or mental superpowers like the superheroes in her favorite comics and fantasy novels. Her human anatomy had its limitations, and just to reinforce that concept, a painful stab attacked her temples as a multitude of sparks filled her vision. Half-blind, she tangled the tip of her elegant new shoe with the footed base of a nearby massive candleholder, and she nearly flew forward. Mumbling a curse that would’ve shocked her mother, Marité froze in place, waiting for her vision to clear.

Thanks to the futile search, she’d almost made a fool of herself in front of everyone and, worse, had missed key aspects of a ritual she didn’t know well. She should be following the ceremony. Any minute, the spotlight and all eyes would be on her, which meant ignoring the stupid voice that wouldn’t stop nagging in her mind. The incessant taunts had begun as soon as she took her place by the baptismal font: Go ahead. Turn around. Check the crowd, silly girl. How else will you know? Well, screw the voice. She had an important role and should appear focused on the celebration—same as Brian, her partner in the ceremony—or at least pretend.

Still, she couldn’t stop thinking of Michael. Why aren’t you here?

How about a little peek? the voice insisted. Shifting her gaze to the left hallway, she tried again, seeking a body, a shadow, some movement, anything that might indicate her cousin’s arrival. Nope. Nothing. Zip.

You’re going to ruin it if you don’t show up. How could he miss the triple christening when it meant so much to everyone? The entire family had flown in from the Old Country, not to mention friends from all over. Forget the relatives, she had dreamed about this occasion for weeks, had bought this pink chiffon dress and complementary shoes, hoping to regain his attention. She wanted him to see her among adults, doing adult things like a young lady. Maybe then she’d impress the indifference out of him and the uncomfortable disaffection would end. Not so long ago, he would’ve insisted on driving her. He would’ve been full of advice on the ride over. He used to be so protective and supportive, so affectionate, but lately—

The clinking sound of the swaying censer and Father O’Leary’s voice grew louder. He’d moved from infant to infant, performing the sacramental rite: dabbing bits of salt in their mouths, sprinkling the tiny foreheads with holy water, and lastly anointing them with chrism. And now it was Rebecca’s turn, the gorgeous child cradled in her arms. Marité glanced at the beaming parents standing off to her right, Raquel and Matthew Buchanan, her sister and brother-in-law. Dismissing her earlier preoccupation, Marité sent a silent prayer on their behalf for a life full of well-deserved happiness. They’d struggled enough.

Father O’Leary recited the questions to the godparents, and Marité answered in unrehearsed unison with Brian. The sound of his deep voice, full of emotion and self-assured, rang in her ears as spirals of thick church incense wafted around her with its heady scent. A dreamy feeling overcame Marité. Each I do response seemed to roll out of Brian’s lips in slow motion. The words echoed throughout the room, then ricocheted inside her mind in giant swells. A sense of déjà vu transported her to a distant time in a faraway chamber, richly ornate and full of golden lights, nowhere she knew or had seen before… The experience didn’t last; it ended with the last question but left her shivering. She looked Brian’s way.

“Brian?”

He leaned forward. “Lil’ godmother?”

“Forget it. It’s nothing,” she said quickly. Whatever she’d seen, Brian obviously had not. No point in pursuing it further.

Brian MacKay, Matthew’s best friend and ex-war buddy, was the happiest person she’d ever known in all of her fifteen years. His smile could brighten the gloomiest day. In these days of the Vietnam War, men who survived the jungle came home either physically damaged or with broken spirits, sometimes both. Not Brian. His cheerful disposition had carried him through exhausting physical therapy sessions—she’d heard Raquel and Matthew talk—and conquered his wounds. She watched in awed respect as he moved or walked about, displaying his faltering step like a badge of honor and the ever-present cane like a scepter.

Despite the seven-year gap between them, Brian didn’t condescend to her. He treated her as an equal, and she liked that quality best. When she learned Brian had agreed to become Rebecca’s godfather, she’d been overjoyed and honored. The sacrament would not only bind them to the child but to each other, as compadres in a very special lifelong relationship, almost like parents. Her thoughts pivoted to her absent cousin…and yep, she was back to where she’d started.

“What is it?” Brian nudged her arm. “That frown’s ruining your purdy face.”

Marité knew he’d tried to keep his voice down but was also certain folks in the last row heard him. “Shhh,” she whispered, and, suppressing a rising giggle, she bumped him with her shoulder.

Brian jerked up to his full height, snapping two fingers in mock salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Rebecca must have found their exchange entertaining, because she decided to join the fun. Her rosebud lips puckered, releasing a loud half-raspberry, half-spit bubble.

“Not very ladylike,” Marité murmured. Brian snickered, and the priest shot them both a warning glare.

Her sister, Raquel, heard the sound and flicked a signal to Matthew. As a lighted taper was presented to Marité and Brian, Matthew retrieved Rebecca in exchange, rescuing everyone from the priest’s displeasure. With little Rebecca’s explorations in sound effects successfully silenced, Father O’Leary nodded, and the baptism proceeded in its ordered sequence.

Boom! The sound of a kneeler dropped carelessly on the floor reverberated throughout the chapel like a discharged cannon. Marité tossed poise out the window and turned, peering above and beyond the curious guests to the source of the commotion.

You know how to make an entrance, don’t you?

With hands pressed against the last pew, Michael leaned forward. His shoulder-length hair, falling in the direction of his hands, concealed his features. On her next breath, Marité evaluated the situation in the room: a pale Aunt Coralina directed a wife-to-husband plea for serenity to Uncle Jonas, whose gaze emitted ice-blue fury toward his irreverent son.

An unexpected censuring scoff out of Brian startled her, and Marité pivoted, beginning to feel like a spinning top. The frown of disapproval was a rare departure from Brian’s affable countenance. Confounded by it all, Marité flipped back around just as Michael looked up, tossed back his leonine mane in obvious defiance, and smirked. Ignoring everyone present, he glared at her. A chill ran down Marité’s spine…

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A native of Cuba, Victoria acquired a love for books from her mother, and the desire to see the world from her father. As a result she has been around the globe by her count, at least twice. From her journeys she has gathered a varied collection of stories and anecdotes, which now serve to inspire her muse. Central Florida is home, but if she could convince her husband, she would pack her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores.

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Former SEAL turned lawless mercenary Light Walker just wants to be left alone to avenge his brother’s death. He wants nothing to do with Clara Roberts, a by-the-book investigator on a secret mission, who is trying to talk (cough) badger (cough) him into helping her recover an American teenager who’d disappeared abroad. Clara Roberts isn’t crazy about the uneasy partnership either. How can tequila-swilling Walker be her best option? And, dear Lord, the things that come out of that man’s mouth!

Soon the sparks they generate–and the trouble they stir up–threaten to set the jungle ablaze. But as attraction grows into love, looming danger turns into all-out war. Clara and Walker must hold on to each other and race against time to survive. Fast-paced, heart pounding, laugh-out-loud funny. Get ready for a wild adventure!

“If you enjoy books by Nora Roberts, Linda Howard, Cindy Gerard, or Anne Stuart, you will love Ms. Marton’s books…an outstanding read of danger, action, thrills, heartbreak, and mystery in this fast pace action thriller.” Page by Page Reviews

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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Dana Marton has thrilled and entertained millions of readers around the globe with her fast-paced stories about strong women and honorable men who fight side by side for justice and survival.

Kirkus Reviews calls her writing “compelling and honest.” RT Book Review Magazine said, “Marton knows what makes a hero…her characters are sure to become reader favorites.” Her writing has been acclaimed by critics, called, “gripping,” “intense and chilling,” “full of action,” “a thrilling adventure,” and wholeheartedly recommended to readers. Dana is the winner of the Daphne du Maurier Award of Excellence, the Readers’ Choice Award, and the RITA Award.

Keeping in touch with readers is Dana’s favorite part of being an author. Please connect with her via her web site (www.danamarton.com) or her Facebook page ( http://www.facebook.com/danamarton).

Having lived around the world, Dana currently creates her compelling stories in a small and lovely little town in Pennsylvania. The fictional town of her bestselling Broslin Creek series is based on her real life home where she fights her addictions to reading, garage sales, coffee and chocolate. If you know a good twelve-step program to help her with any of that, she’d be interested in hearing about it! 🙂

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PERFECT RAGE

Book Title: Perfect Rage (Unyielding, #3)
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Romance
Release Date: July 26th
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The third and final installment in the Unyielding series from the New York Times Best Selling Author Nashoda Rose.

This is Connor’s story.

Unstable.
Unpredictable.
Consumed by perfect rage.
I was fighting who I’d become and what I’d done.

There was nothing I cared about except her.
She was fuckin’ mine.
But I’d forgotten her—my shutterbug.
And I lost her.

Until now.

I’d do anything to possess her again.
Anything to keep her safe.
Protect her against my biggest opponent.

The monster.

Me.

Full-length novel: 93,000 words

Must be read in order:

Perfect Chaos (Unyielding, #1)
Perfect Ruin (Unyielding, #2)
Perfect Rage (Unyielding, #3)

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Nashoda Rose is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author who lives in Toronto with her assortment of pets. She writes contemporary romance with a splash of darkness, or maybe it’s a tidal wave.

When she isn’t writing, she can be found sitting in a field reading with her dogs at her side while her horses graze nearby. She loves interacting with her readers and chatting about her addiction—books.

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