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Between Everything And Us By Rebecca Paula ♥ Release Blitz
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Title: Between Everything And Us
Author: Rebecca Paula
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: January 20, 2015
Cover Design: Maggie Hall
Synopsis
Matisse Evans is determined to make her sophomore year of college successful after failing out of a prestigious art school and spending a horribly boring gap year at home. Despite her focus, time isn’t on her side as she struggles to hold down three jobs so she can afford her first apartment while juggling course work. In the chaos of it all, Beau Grady moves in and shakes up her world. A college dropout and tattooed bad boy, the rumors about Beau mean one thing for Matisse—trouble. Paralyzed by the fear that she’s missing out on life, Matisse discovers plans may unravel, but what rises in their wake can be worth the uncertainty.
After spending the summer couch surfing, Beau Grady moves into an empty room at his ex-girlfriend’s Portland bungalow, skipping his senior year of college to spend his days working at a Vietnamese food cart instead. Once a star hockey player and gifted student, he’s put his life on hold after receiving a life-altering diagnosis, complacent to live in the moment. Hiding behind false rumors and bad habits, Beau falls for Matisse, letting her believe the worst until their relationship blooms into something they both can’t ignore. Falling for her means having to face a future he’d rather forget, but loving her just might be worth it.
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Excerpt
“I didn’t mean what I said the other night.” Mati spins around and tosses my T-shirt at my face. “And I guess I’m sorry for that.”
She glances over my shoulder, biting her bottom lip as I snap the folded T-shirt against my shoulder. I laugh in spite myself. I’m a fucking wreck, but something about me intimidates her. I can’t figure her out.
I stretch, pain radiating throughout my body as I do. I slip the shirt over my head and pull my shit together.
“It’s whatever,” I say with a shrug. I try to play it off, grabbing the ratchet from her hand. Truth is, she was right, even if I didn’t want to hear it.
Mati pads over to the tool bench I built with Noah. She pushes herself up to sit on it and places the giant sombrero from our party last weekend on her head. It swallows her up. It’s not that Mati is small—she’s tall and willowy—it’s just that I’ve always liked everything opposite before now. And I hate that it takes her wearing a stupid costume prop for me to figure that out.
“I feel like I need a margarita with this on.” Mati straightens it, adjusting the strings underneath her chin. “Maybe a piñata, too.”
“Straight tequila would be preferable.”
She swings her legs back and forth, humming along to the Black Keys. It’s a good thing she’s a painter; singing isn’t a strength of hers. But it’s cute and I hate myself for thinking so.
“How are classes?” I don’t really care about the answer. I just want to hear her talk.
“Oh, they’re fine, I think.”
“You don’t know?”
She stops swinging her feet. “Why do you care?”
“Making conversation, Mati.” I walk around to the bench. “Since we’re talking to each other again.”
A smile spreads across her lips, those red lips that I want to kiss.
“Why are you upset?” she asks quietly.
I swat my hand out and tip the sombrero over her eyes. “I’m fine.” It’s easier to lie when I don’t have to look her in the face.
She straightens the hat. “Classes so far are a lot like my classes freshman year two years ago.”
I skip the obvious question. Too many details and this impossible distance I’m trying to keep between us is going to be obliterated. “How’s that?”
“Do you remember? It’s been so long since you went to class.”
Her teasing washes away the panic seizing me again. “I wasn’t always a dropout. I remember fine.”
“Then you remember they’re pointless.” Her voice grows sad. “What was your major, Beau?”
I help her remove the massive sombrero instead of answering. I need exactly eight credits before I can graduate and start my masters for the accelerated program. I know my major—had a plan, even, had a purpose—but it’s not something I want to get into right now. It’s a far stretch ever imagining I could be a counselor responsible for guiding troubled teens on a hike when I can’t hold a damn wrench.
She taps her index finger over the tip of my nose. “Always Mr. Mysterious.”
I wonder if Mati has been drinking tequila because this isn’t like her. Usually her contempt toward me is blatant, not that I mind this Mati. This is who I was hoping the real Mati would be like if she ever paused for a minute from bowling over everything in her path. And that freaks me the fuck out—that today she’s quiet.
“Forestry sciences. I wanted to be a wilderness education counselor.” I move the hat off to the side and help her down, my hand curling over her hip. “What’s your major again? Being a pain in my ass?”
She rests her hand against my shoulder, not stepping away. “Charming as ever, too,” she whispers.
I tell my hand to let go, but I only hold on tighter because she sways closer and bumps against me, lost studying my face. I want to stay here, feel this, watch her watching me forever. “What would you do if I kissed you right now?”
Her eyes widen and shift focus to my mouth. They trace my lips until I have to fight back a groan. Mati gives the perfect fuck-me eyes.
“It doesn’t matter—” She pauses, her fingers pressing hard into my shoulder. “—because we both know you won’t.”
I slide my hand to the small of her back. My palm fits against the gentle curve there. “Mati?”
“I don’t have time for this.” Her words tumble out in an awkward rush. “I don’t want complications.”
My other hand slips up to rest against her stomach, cinching the fabric of her shirt in my fist. She slams her eyes shut at my touch, her breath escaping in staccato beats, mirroring my own.
The garage smells like damp earth and oil, but I swear we’re standing out in the dark, lost in the woods under the endless cover of stars.
Even though she’s right, even though I am a complication, I can’t shake the feeling in my gut that we’d be a good one. “You’re wrong,” I whisper. Her eyes pop open. “You’re exactly the type of girl who wants complications.” I rest my forehead against hers, her sweet coffee breath washing over my mouth. “And you have no clue what I want.”
About The Author
Rebecca writes smart and gritty New Adult romances, as well as historical romances, featuring flawed characters struggling to find their place in the world. She’s a lover of rainy days, an unabashed anglophile, and a devote Earl Gray tea drinker. She lives in New Hampshire with her husband and their very spoiled cat, Bella. A wanderlust connoisseur, Rebecca can be caught daydreaming about her next travel adventure when not writing.
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Autumn By Christopher Scott Wagoner ♥ Promo Blitz
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FOREVER AUTUMN
Life’s going well for Steven Borgia. Sure, he may not be a famous professional wrestler like his father, the legendary Deathslayer, but he has carved out a niche for himself as a beloved kindergarten teacher in New York City. There’s just one thing missing: someone special to share his life with.
When Steve meets the sharp-tongued Autumn—a big wrestling fan—he’s mesmerized by her sarcastic and bold personality. Feisty and foul-mouthed, she seizes life by the throat and refuses to let it go. They may seem like opposites at first, but they complement each other very well. After all, differences make good sparks, and there are plenty of sparks both in and out of the bedroom.
Steve’s new happiness is threatened, however, when Autumn’s life is in jeopardy. Only her estranged father can save her, and he’s nowhere to be found. Can Steve and his bizarre assortment of friends and family reconcile the two before tragedy strikes?
Hilarious and heartwarming, Forever Autumn takes you on a journey that will tickle you in more ways than one.
Steve meets Autumn for the first time.
When he was a few people from the front, he could hear the barista’s voice as she attempted to handle a complicated order.
“Vanilla Latte, double shot espresso, extra large,” she said, her voice fraught with stress.
“No,” said the angry heavyset man at the front of the line. “Vanilla steamer, one shot of espresso, extra large.”
“Sorry, sir,” she said, “I’m new here.”
Steve strained to see the barista’s face, but the fat man was nearly as tall as he was, and she was granted total concealment by his corpulent mass.
“Sorry doesn’t fix it,” said the man, turning away from her with his drink wedged between pudgy fingers. “I intend to speak with the manager about this!”
The man left, people shrinking to get out of his way. Steve was able to see the barista at last. His breath caught in his throat. She had black hair done up in pigtails that cascaded down her slim shoulders. Her eyes were a soft, rich brown, with a slight almond shape to them. Her tan complexion was even and attractive, from her dark brows past her thin, roman nose and down to her wide, feminine lips. She had a metal hoop pierced through her right eyebrow, and a golden stud gleaming over one nostril. The black sweater she wore under her red coffee house apron had the sleeves rolled up the elbows, revealing several tattoos. He could only see her from the waist up, but she had moderately large breasts which strained against the layers of fabric atop them.
The girl took two more orders while Steve stood enthralled. When it was his turn he was still staring at her. She raised an eyebrow, finally heaving an exasperated sigh and asking;
“Can I help you, or are you just trying to catch flies with your mouth?”
“Huh?” he said, sputtering. “Oh, sorry!”
He quickly moved to the counter, offering her a nervous smile. She glanced back at him, one eyebrow arched, as he continued to stare.
“This is the part where you tell me your order,” she said sarcastically.
“What?”
“Your order?” she said. “You know, you, as the consumer, tell me, as the barista, what you want to drink and I make it for you. Are you a foreigner?”
“A foreigner?” he said, his voice breaking.
“No, you speak English too good,” she said. “Are you autistic or something, like Rain Man?”
“Uh, no,” he said with a slight chuckle.
“Then what’s the hold up?”
“Sorry,” he said, “I’ll have the usual.”
“That’s great,” she said with mock sincerity “except that I’m new here and have no frame of reference as to what your ‘usual’ is.”
“Oh,” Steve said, “a large Colombian dark, with four sugars and six creams.”
“Holy crap,” she said with a short bark of laughter, “you even like the taste of coffee?”
“I’m in a coffee shop, ain’t I?” said Steve, growing perturbed.
“Yeah,” she said, preparing his order, “you are at that.”
She put the cup on the counter and eyed him expectantly.
“This is where you pay.” she said.
“Oh, right.” Steve dug in his front pocket. Change spilled out of his hand and onto the counter. He cursed as he strove to collect the pieces of silver as they rolled around at his feet. The barista snickered as he frantically bent over, his butt facing toward her. The frustrated patrons behind him were giving him dark glowers. Had he not been so large a fellow, no doubt some may have been moved to verbally berate him.
“You fucked up,” said Autumn in a singsong, sports fanatic way, “you fucked up, you fucked up!”
Several of the people behind Steve in line gasped, horrified that a sales clerk would curse so readily in front of customers, particularly in such a mocking manner. Steve, however, was overcome with laughter, actually dropping more of his change in his mirth.
“Old ECW chant,” he said, finally giving her the correct amount. “Nice! Haven’t heard that since back in the day.”
“You like wrestling?” said Autumn, filling an umbra paper cup with dark coffee.
“Yeah,” said Steve, “I actually used to be one, for a little while.”
“Really?” said the woman, slapping a plastic lid on the cup with some awkwardness, “you don’t seem the type…what made you quit?”
“Well,” said Steve, collecting his coffee and a hand full of condiments “I-”
“Yo, buddy,” said a man in a flannel vest a few spaces behind Steve, “flirt on your own time! I gots to get to work!”
Several others, emboldened by the tubby man, added their voices to the chorus.
“Uh,” said Steve, staring into the woman’s eyes. He again found himself lost in them, not quite sure knowing why, or caring. “Uh, I-”
“Sorry sugar,” said the woman with a wink, staring past him at the next customer, “I gotta earn my bread. My name’s Autumn, in case you can’t read my nametag, and that’s Autumn like the season, not Auggie like the hideously deformed kid from Wonder, you dig? I work most Tuesdays and Thursdays, so come in and say hey if you want. Or not.”
Christopher Scott Wagoner: Strange visitor from another world! Jettisoned from his planet at an early age, he was adopted by a kindly midwestern couple and taught to fight for truth, justice, and the Native American way!
When he’s not busy saving the Galaxy, Chris finds time to pen fiction novels. Forever Autumn is his first book without dragons in it. He is rumored to enjoy Professional Wrestling, cartoons, and jokes that fall on the ‘offensive’ side. Unsubstantiated accusations that he used to teach preschool have never been confirmed by him, but he has a lot of pee stories.
Single Volume 2 ( Single) By Lyra Parish ♥ Cover Reveal
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Title: Single, Volume Two
Author: Lyra Parish
Genre: Erotic Romance Serial
Cover Designer: Cover It! Designs
Release Date: February 16, 2015
Blurb
Sometimes love can be cruel. Not that Roxane has fallen in love but the one man she found interesting has crossed from her personal life into her professional one. Life is complicated.
Parker Williams doesn’t take no for an answer, not that Roxane would deny him anyway.
He has his own set of rules that must be followed while hers are being crossed through like a to-do list.
When a person falls in love, it’s supposed to be easy but it’s much more complex than either realized it could be.
Roxane’s control is slipping along with every opinion she had about love. This time, it feels different. This time, it finally feels right.
Slowly she realizes how much is at stake, but she is only concerned about losing one thing—her heart.
Single, Volume One
After failing miserably at love, Roxane VanBuren swears off men but not before her determined best friend shows her all the advantages of being single. After a wild weekend full of sex, old-flames, and secrets, Roxane is desperate to forget it ever happened. But she learns it isn’t that easy.
Since becoming the President of VanBuren Investments, she knows how important it is for her professional and personal life to remain separate from one another. If the two were to mix, the rumors could possibly ruin her reputation, which is bad for her and bad for business. To avoid that, Roxane allows rules to define and guide her every move. Unfortunately for her, Parker Williams is determined to break them all, one at a time.
About the Author
Lyra Parish loves to write, travel, and sing obnoxiously loud at the top of her lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make her gush. She is a firm believer that a person can never have too many cats, cups of coffee, or read too many happily ever afters. When she isn’t busy writing, she can be found sipping various beverages from her non-alcoholic drink buffet, pimp slapping excel spreadsheets, or riding her bike. Lyra currently resides in Texas with her glass blowing, guitar playing hubby and black cat.
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Big Game ( Hunted Love) By Aden Lowe ♥ New Cover Reveal
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Title: Big Game: Hunted Love #1
Author: Aden Lowe
Published date: September 15th, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Western Romance
Heat Level: Sensual
Synposis
When a legendary predator decides prize horses should be on his menu, Kate takes the advice of her neighbor ranchers and hires a big game hunter to track the mountain lion and remove the threat. The hunter arrives to take up the trail, but instead of the seasoned older man she expects, he’s young and impossibly sexy.
Freshly back from deployment to Afghanistan as a special forces operative, Jakob needs to clear his head of the horrors of war. When his uncle dies, Jakob steps in to fulfill the older man’s commitment to hunt down a mountain lion on the other side of the state. The prospect of several days in the wilderness with only his horses and dogs for company sounds like the ideal opportunity. Except the infuriating female rancher insists on going along for the ride.
Excerpt
Jakob lay awake a long time despite being exhausted. His mind refused to let go of the puzzle of Kate Holt. Everything about her intrigued him, from her innocent responses to his advances, to the way she suddenly went cold in the blink of an eye. He looked forward to the chance to observe and study her, to learn all those intricacies.
When he finally slept, dreams of a woman with long dark hair and light eyes tormented him through endless scenes, tempting him beyond reason. Mercurial moods went from hot to cold in a flash, leaving him desperate for more. Waking in the pre-dawn with his heart pounding and a raging hard-on striving toward orgasm warned of a short temper for the day ahead. Sexual frustration was so not his best mood.
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Yes, Master By Margaret McHeyzer ♥ Book Blitz
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Title:Yes, Master
Author: Margaret McHeyzer
Release Date: February 13, 2014
A book SO HOT it is banned on Amazon
PRAISE FOR YES, MASTER
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heart breaking and
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with depth and courage and a storyline that is mesmerizing.’
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Synopsis
This prologue
contains distressing content. It is only suited for readers over 18.
My uncle
raped me.
I
was 10 years old when it started.
At
13 he told me I was no longer wanted because I had started to develop.
At
16 I was ready to kill him.
Today, I’m broken.
Today, I only breathe to survive.
My
name’s Sergeant Major Ryan Jenkins and today, I’m ready to tell you my story.
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**Bound by custom
or unique by choice.**
There’s something about the written word that’s pure magic.
Possibly it’s the fact that there are 26 letters in the English alphabet, and they
can create something so beautiful or so empowering that they’re able to change
our lives.
How important is it that we break suit and stretch our minds?
I like to think of myself as ‘unique’. My stories aren’t for everyone, and
sometimes I may push what you believe to be ‘normal’.
Normal is subjective.
I prefer to be known as a person who’s never been ‘bound by custom’ but is
‘unique by choice’.
Until next time
Mxx
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Saving Ayden ( Last Hangman MC) By Muriel Garcia ♥ Blog Tour
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Saving Ayden ( Last Hangman MC #1)
Muriel Garcia
MC Romance
Release Date: January 2, 2015
Ayden and Anthony have been best friends forever. They did everything together and grew up around The Last Hangman MC. They’ve stuck together through the good and the bad, realizing that what they feel for each other is so much more than friendship. They confess their feelings and start dating but their happiness is short lived.
Ayden’s life is changed in an instant…One minute you think everything is perfect, that you’ve found your happily ever after and the next minute your whole world comes crashing down, forcing her to leave New Orleans.
She starts a new life in New York but realize it’s not enough, that she needs to get back to her roots even if it means going back where the MC is.
Anthony let Ayden leave six years ago.
He’s always regretted it and seeing her again confirms how much he wants her and needs her in his life.
He’ll do all he can to have Ayden back in his life and explain why she took off years ago.
What happens when her past catches up with her and starts messing with her life again?
Will she give into the fear of what took place that night might occur again? Or will she trust Anthony and let him help her get through it?
What happens when she finds out who is behind all the bad things she went through in the past? Will she be strong enough to handle the truth? Or will it destroy her beyond repair?
WARNING : Contains foul language, sex scenes, mention of abuse and rape. 18+
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Excerpt
When the waitress leaves her after delivering Ayden her food, I walk over and just as she’s about to take a bite, she looks up and we make eye contact. I can’t help the smirk spreading across my face, at the look of excitement, laced with worry, and could it be lust on her face? I don’t know what it is, but I hold her gaze for a couple of seconds before she looks down at her plate, denying me those beautiful jade eyes.
I sit down across from her in the booth. I can see her squirm, I still have the same effect on her and she still holds the same power over me. I have to readjust myself, my jeans are getting tight.
“Ayden.” I see her shiver when I say her name. She finally looks back at me.
“Anthony.” Her tone is clipped. She’s clearly surprised and not very happy to see me.
“We need to talk Sweet Cheeks.”
“Don’t call me that. You’ve lost that privilege long ago,” she whispers, she’s getting pissed. Good, at least she’s still affected by my nickname for her.
“Now, I wasn’t the one running away. I didn’t do anything wrong. I can still call you that if I want to.” I smirk playfully. I’m still hurt, but I don’t want her to run away again.
“I deserved that. Now if you don’t mind I’m trying to enjoy my diner.” She takes a bite of her pickle. Fuck me she did that on purpose!
“I see that.” I steal a piece of bacon from her burger and take a bite.
“Hey, that’s mine!”
“Too bad, now it’s mine.” I wink at her and shove the rest in my mouth.
“Fucker! You don’t mess with a woman’s food!” She’s adorable and extremely hot when she’s pissed.
“Well looks like I did, now will you listen to what I have to say or not?”
“Or not.” She takes an angry bite of the pickle again.
“Kinky.” I smirk licking my lips.
“Piss off Ant!” she whispers loudly.
“We’re going to talk Sweet Cheeks, like it or not, we will very soon.”
“There’s nothing left to say. I know what’s been going on, my mom’s kept me updated on everything. I don’t need you to repeat it to me, I’m good. We don’t have to act like we are friends.” I know she doesn’t mean it. She’s trying to hold back her tears and her lower lip is quivering.
“As you wish Sweet Cheeks. But it will happen very soon… you can bet on it.” I look into her eyes. Showing her I’m very serious about this talk we need to have. I want to have our talk now but I don’t want to scare her away even more. The last thing I want is for her to leave town again. It would kill me. “Have a nice day.” I take a sip of her drink, wink at her, and bend down to kiss her cheek—her soft skin is like heaven. I make my way out of the restaurant knowing I managed to get her attention and that she won’t forget I exist anytime soon. I just can’t wait to be able to talk with her and lay it all out.
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Ten Fun Facts about Muriel
1. I’m terrified of clowns, dolls, puppets.
2. I did competitive swimming when I was younger.
3. I used to loath reading when I was in high school.
4. I was part of a theatre group and an improv one.
5. I tattooed a man.
6. I studied to be a filmmaker. (Clearly it didn’t go as planned!)
7. I’m half Belgian and half Spanish.
8. I LOVE going to concerts. The heavier the music the better.
9. Horror movies and ghost hunting shows are my favourite thing to watch…before bed. (Yep I’m a weirdo!)
10. I can’t drive. I’ve tried but I have zero coordination making it impossible.
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About the Author
Muriel Garcia grew up in Belgium. She loves music, tattoos—especially on hot men, traveling, and cooking. She has always had an overly imaginative and creative mind but never thought of writing a book until a couple of months ago. Now she couldn’t imagine not writing stories that are near and dear to her heart.
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WHATEVER YOU DO (Try Again) By Stephanie Smith ♥ Release Blitz
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Title: Whatever You Do (Try Again, #2)
Author: Stephanie Smith
Release Date: January 15, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Blurb
How do you trust someone who is everything
you’re trying to avoid?
Harper Lindell is
having a bad day. You know, if a bad day consists of getting fired from your cushy
job and then catching your boyfriend red handed playing hide the salami.
Sick of meeting the same guys over and over, Harper
decides to try her luck at Internet dating. How bad could it be? Right?
Tate Washington
wasn’t looking to meet anyone. Still dealing with the consequences of his one
serious relationship, all he’s interested in is revamping his family’s behind-the-times
café.
He didn’t plan on seeing the beautiful receptionist
from Argo again, walking into his life to use his café as a dating hub, and using him
as a BFF.
Can Harper really trust Tate, who is everything she
thinks she needs to steer clear of?
Can Tate wait while Harper works through her
insecurities and fears?
Excerpt
Tate chuckles as he picks up a tomato and throws it
to me. Thanking my quick reflexes, I catch it mid-air.
“Here, cut those,” he says, gesturing to the pile of
tomatoes already stacked on the bench next to where he is preparing bacon.
I pop the tomato down and head to wash my hands.
Once I return to the counter, Tate approaches me with an apron and wraps his arms
around me as he ties the strings in front. We get stuck into it and work in
companionable silence for the next few minutes.
“I’m sorry about the other day,” he says, not pausing
for a second from the bacon he is cutting.
“I know,” I respond.
“I’m glad we’re okay.”
“Me, too.”
Silence descends once more, and we continue our
tasks before Tate speaks again. “The other day, you said how you’ve never felt an
instant connection with someone before.”
“Yeah?” I ask warily, wondering if I freaked him
out.
“I didn’t get to tell you that I feel the same. When
we’re together, it feels right.”
“Yeah … it does.”
Even though we don’t mention another thing about
it, the silence doesn’t come again as the shots keep flowing and the music on the old
radio gets louder and louder. We are laughing and carrying on and there is more
‘accidental’ touching on both sides.
‘Black Widow’ by Iggy Azalea and Rita Ora flows
through the speakers and I sigh in happiness. “I love this song.” I leave my tomatoes
behind to shake my hips all over the kitchen to the beat, singing along with the
lyrics.
Warmth covers my back as two strong hands land
on my hips. Tate pushes into me from behind and moves his hips along with my own
or forces my hips to move along with his—I’m not sure.
“You’re so fucking sexy, Harper,” he whispers into
my ear. “I won’t be able to keep this friendship platonic if you keep shaking your ass
like that in my kitchen.” His warm breath flows over my collarbone as he nuzzles my
neck and goosebumps break out across my skin. Tate must notice as he lifts his head
and slowly peppers small, light kisses along the crease of my shoulder.
My head rolls back onto his shoulder, and my body
liquefies at the intimate and sensual touch. He’s breaking down my walls. My
common sense. He’s slowly softening me, melting me so he can mould me as he
pleases, and it’s working.
As the realisation hits me, I jump out of Tate’s arms,
grab hold of his hand, and pull him to the middle of the kitchen. I smile seductively
at him and wink. “I’ll just have to keep you in line and focused then.”
He throws his head back and laughs, allowing me to
ignore the moment and lead him around the centre workbench as we shake,
shimmy, and wiggle to ‘Shake it Off’ by Taylor Swift, which is now playing on the
stereo.
Wherever You Will Go (Try Again, #1)
Brooke Willis had everything she ever wanted: a
happy marriage, volunteer placement at the art gallery, and the promise of starting a
family with the man of her dreams.
Saxon Reed had everything he ever thought he
needed: a successful career, nice cars, expensive apartment, and more money than
he knew what to do with.
After losing her husband Brooke insists on taking
over his company to keep his dreams alive. Struggling in an industry she knows
nothing about, Brooke turns to Saxon, her husband’s best friend and business
partner, for guidance and support. Their mutual grief, and Saxon’s need to look after
his best friend’s wife, creates a connection beyond just business.
Can Brooke take over the company and find a new
life without saying goodbye to the past? Can Saxon protect and care for Brooke
without scaring her away?
What happens when your heart doesn’t listen to
your head? When lines are crossed and boundaries are pushed?
About the Author
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I’m first & foremost a reader & fangirl, I
will always be first & foremost a reader & fangirl. I am on street teams, I
pimp and I brag. I LOVE my Authors!!
I have recently started writing as a way to relax and spend some time for me. My
first novel Wherever You Will Go is due to release later this year. I’m having so much
fun writing my first story and I’m looking forward to the journey it is taking me
on.
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No Longer Weak ( Weakness) By Lyra Parish ♥ Release Blitz
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Title: No Longer Weak (Weakness, #3)
Author: Lyra Parish
Release Date: January 14, 2015
Blurb
“I love you: those three words are so powerful they alone can change the world.”
Jennifer Downs and Finnley Felton are drawn to one another like opposite ends of magnets.
Many things have changed since Jennifer moved from Texas to Vegas. Secrets from her past are uncovered and they leave her feeling like everything she knew was a lie. Jennifer desperately seeks the truth, while trying to plan her future. Safety is key, but how can one be truly safe while being hunted?
Love and hope mingle with revenge.
Finnley Felton is fearless. He never thought another woman could change his world, but now that Jennifer has, nothing but death itself could take her from him. While the monsters of the underground seek retribution, Jesse continues on her deadly path of destruction.
Bridges will be mended.
Secrets will be revealed, and for better or worse, lives will ultimately change forever.
Find out if Finnley and Jennifer get their happily ever after in the final installment of the Weakness Series.
Weakness Series
Weak For Him (Weakness, #1)
Weak Without Him (Weakness, #2)
No Longer Weak ( Weakness, #3)
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Words make the world go round. I love to write, travel, and sing really loud at the top of my lungs in the shower. Sweet love stories (along with the dirty ones) make me gush. I am firm believer that a person can never have too many cats or cups of coffee, and that the F word is necessary.
Forget the beach! Give me a gel pen, a stack of blank paper, and beautiful mountains!
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Pulse By Amity Cross ♥ Cover Reveal
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Title: Pulse
Series: The Beat and the Pulse #2
Author: Amity Cross
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Ari at Cover It! Designs
Release Date: February 5, 2015
Synopsis
Ren Miller never dreamed her life would turn out quite like this.
On
the cusp of qualifying for the brand new woman’s UFC league, she’s
finally found the thing that makes her tick. She finally has a whole new
life before her, but it’s one that doesn’t include Ash Fuller.
No
one has seen or heard from Beat’s Golden Boy in six months, not even
Ren. He’s disappeared off the face of the earth and he’s just another
person who’s ended up abandoning her when she needed him the most. He
broke her heart, but he took the one thing that was hers. Her spirit.
When
someone unexpected turns up at Beat with an ultimatum, Ren must make a
decision. Go after Ash and her own heart or make her Dad’s dream of
winning a Championship come true.
Will Ren choose to fight?
Or sacrifice everything to save the man she loves?
18+ due to mature sexual content
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Author Bio
Amity Cross isn’t her real name. That’s no secret.
She is
the author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty
romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves
to write about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads
that don’t take s**t lying down.
the author of wicked stories about rock stars looking for redemption, gritty
romances featuring MMA fighters and dark tales of forbidden romance. She loves
to write about screwed up relationships and kick ass female leads
that don’t take s**t lying down.
Amity
lives in a leafy country town in southern Australia and can be found
chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.
lives in a leafy country town in southern Australia and can be found
chained to her desk, held at ransom by her characters.
Don’t send help. She likes it.
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