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Christy Sheridan has come a long way from the physical and emotional wreck she used to be. She’s made Alden her home and is happily engaged to a man who loves and accepts her for who she is, curves, quirks, and geekiness included. Life is good. Until mommy dearest blows into town to “help” her clueless daughter seal the deal.

Cole Bowen is experiencing a world of firsts: first time in love, first engagement, first Valentine’s, first in­laws. He’s found the woman of his dreams, so he figured dealing with Martha Sheridan was a small price to pay. That is before his monster­in­law plants herself in their home and inside Christy’s head, stirring up old demons and destroying her newly regained self­esteem. And while his hands are full with trying to neutralize their meddlesome guest, a mysterious phone call turns his world upside down.

With ghosts from the past resurfacing and threatening to tear Cole and Christy apart, can they make it to the wedding they both so desperately want, or will heavy secrets send their relationship to the breaking point?

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About the Author

elle aycartAfter a colorful array of jobs all over Europe ranging from translator to chocolatier to travel agent to sushi chef to flight dispatcher, Elle Aycart is certain of one thing and one thing only: aside from writing romances, she has abso­frigging­lutely no clue what she wants to do when she grows up. Not that it stops her from trying all sorts of crazy stuff.

While she is probably now thinking of a new profession, her head never stops churning new plots for her romances. She lives currently in Barcelona, Spain, with her husband and two daughters, although who knows, in no time she could be living at the Arctic Circle in Finland, breeding reindeer.

 

Light Me Up by Karla Sorensen….Release Day Event

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Light Me Up Synopsis:

For Rachel Hennessy, it’s been an interesting six months. Boyfriend? Cheated on her. Job? She totally just got fired. Starting her own wedding planning business sounds exciting … in theory. In reality, it’s completely terrifying. And on top of all that, the freaking cherry right on top? She just had an ill-timed, alcohol-instigated one-night stand with her bff Casey’s brother, Tate. Yeah, that Tate. The one that she’s had a teensy, inconvenient crush on for years.

 

But nothing about it is ill-timed or inconvenient for Tate Steadman. Because he finally feels free. Free of the oppressive relationship he’d been in for the past six years. Free to pursue Rachel, because one alcohol-fueled night was not even close to enough for him. He just wished she saw it that way. Because she makes him want more than he ever knew he was capable of.

 

When their one night has unexpected consequences, Rachel has no clue how to trust that he’s not just trying to be ‘the good guy’ who wants to do ‘the right thing’. And even though the chemistry between them practically burns down an entire city block when they’re together, she doesn’t know how to let down the concrete wall she’s built up around herself.

 

The ‘mistake’ of one evening can change the trajectory of two lives, but maybe a mistake is all they really need to push them right into true love.

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Light Me Up is a 90k word humorous contemporary romance with a moderate heat level, and is second in a series of standalones.

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“Best get caught up, little girl. That shot isn’t going to drink itself.”

She turned towards him and arched one brow. “Little girl?”

“You’re what? Six years younger than me and about a foot shorter. I’d say that’s accurate.”

Rachel crossed her legs, and the way that they had lights mounted underneath the bar top only served to highlight her smooth skin capped by dangerous looking heels. She picked up her second shot glass, clicked it against one of his empty ones, and tossed it back. She blew out a breath and he caught a whiff of the Southern Comfort.

“I get what you’re trying to do, Tate. Be a peach and go work your mind tricks somewhere that’s not by me.”

“No tricks, I promise.”

She scoffed.

“So, what kind of shot was that?” he asked when she didn’t respond.

“It’s called a Short Southern Screw. Seemed appropriate tonight.” His confusion must have read on his face, because she rolled her eyes. “My boss … well, former boss, Deidre, is quite the southern belle. And considering my impending unemployment, I most definitely got screwed. But I’d wager a guess that you already knew that, judging by your presence at this fine establishment that you would probably normally never step foot in.”

Tate was surprised that she brought up her firing so easily. Letting her statement pass for the moment, he flagged down the bartender again, who’d moved down the length of the bar to try his luck with a pair of coeds that had parked themselves on some stools a ways down.

“And you accuse me of being judgmental. You don’t think this is my kind of place?”

She turned towards him finally, her cheeks holding a slight flush from the back to back shots. He had to shift his eyes away from her face because of how good it looked on her. Your sister’s best friend. Your sister’s best friend. He chanted it over and over in his head, to absolutely no avail.

“This is so not your kind of place. Because people only come here for two reasons: to get wasted and try to sweat out everything they’ve imbibed on that dance floor or make conversation where the most substantial thing that gets said is ‘Your place or mine?'”

Tate laughed, because she was absolutely right, and then handed the bartender his credit card, motioning for him to start a tab. He pushed a glass towards her, and picked up one of his own.

“Fair enough, I wouldn’t normally come to a place like this. I like it though, it was a good choice.” He looked around, and then landed back on where she watched him with a speculative look on her face. “What are we toasting to?”

She blinked a few times, her hazel eyes burning in the dark atmosphere. “To being pleasantly surprised.”

They clicked glasses, and the only time she moved her eyes from his was to flick down to his mouth when he lowered his empty shot glass. And he felt that look like she’d dragged a lit match down his spine.

 

Karla Sorensen Bio:

11005138_727640424010827_33189197_nKarla Sorensen has been an avid reader her entire life, and not long after the purchase of her first e-reader, she realized that it would probably be cheaper to just write out her own happily-ever-after stories. It doesn’t take much to keep her happy … a book, a glass of moscato, and at least thirty minutes of complete silence every day. She still keeps her toes in the world of health care marketing, where she made her living pre-babies. Now she stays home, writing and mommy-ing full time (this translates to almost every day being a ‘pajama day’ at the Sorensen household…don’t judge). She lives in West Michigan with her husband, two exceptionally adorable sons and their German Shepherd, who is not nearly as well trained as the one in her first book.

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Forsaken by Lisa Renee Jones….Excerpt Reveal & Pre-Order

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In this third book in the sexy, suspenseful “The Secret Life of Amy Bensen” series from New York Times bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones, we meet Amy’s brother Chad—and the woman who either loves him or wants him dead.

Six years ago, Chad’s hunt for a dangerous treasure turned deadly when his family home was set on fire, his parents killed. Faking his and his sister Amy’s death to protect her from further retaliation, he set her up in a new life with a friend’s help, letting her believe he’d died.

But now the men who hired Chad to find the treasure have found him, imprisoning and torturing him to learn where it’s hidden. A dark-haired beauty named Gia helps him escape, promising him access to his worst enemy. And as he tries to unravel the deep secrets of the past, he starts falling for her…only to discover she’s not what she seems.

Unable to trust anyone, Chad focuses on only two things: protecting his sister Amy and getting revenge. Is love even possible in the midst of heartache?

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“Chad.”

Gia’s voice, directly behind me, radiates through me, and with it unwelcomed white-hot need. Desire. Lust. I tell myself that it’s wrong. She’s wrong for me, and yet for some damnable reason I can’t begin to understand, this woman feels right in a way that nothing else has in a long time. Every muscle in my body tenses in anticipation of her touch, and the moment her hand comes down on my back, that blast of adrenaline I desperately need burns through me.

I grab her and pull her in front of me, stepping into her, my legs framing hers, my hands on her waist, fingers flexing into the soft flesh there. And when she looks up at me, I see none of the blame I feel toward myself. The understanding that I didn’t think she could have is there.

And she’s here.

Not offering words of sympathy that do me no goodoffering herself. I see it in her eyes, her desire to match mine, and even if I believed she was still loyal to Sheridan, which I don’t, I’m not sure I would care.

Wrapping my hand around her neck, I pull her to me, flattening her body against mine, bringing her mouth a breath away from the next kiss I’ve denied myself too long. “I don’t care who’s going to hate who later. I just want to fuck you.”

She curls her fingers around my shirt. “Then stop talking and do it.”

“You can’t handle this part of me.”

Her chin lifts defiantly. “Try me.”

“Be careful what you ask for. You might get it.”

“If you’re trying to scare me, it won’t work. In fact, it might make me want it more. Just like you want to escape your memories, I have a few of my own I’d like to forget right now.”

That’s all the encouragement I need. My mouth slants over hers, tongue pressing past her lips, and the heady taste of her, all sweet honey and temptation, fills my senses.

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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author Lisa Renee Jones is the author of the highly acclaimed INSIDE OUT SERIES, and is now in development by Suzanne Todd (Alice in Wonderland) for cable TV. In addition, her Tall, Dark and Deadly series and The Secret Life of Amy Bensen series, both spent several months on a combination of the NY Times and USA Today lists.

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Since beginning her publishing career in 2007, Lisa has published more than 40 books translated around the world. Booklist says that Jones suspense truly sizzles with an energy similar to FBI tales with a paranormal twist by Julie Garwood or Suzanne Brockmann.

Prior to publishing, Lisa owned multi-state staffing agency that was recognized many times by The Austin Business Journal and also praised by Dallas Women Magazine. In 1998 LRJ was listed as the #7 growing women owned business in Entrepreneur Magazine.

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Unacceptable by Kristen Hope Mazzaola…Release Blitz

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It’s finally my time.

Time to escape from my mother, her crazy antics and questionable morals. I’m getting the heck out of Dodge, leaving the trailer park, to make something of myself. Everything was fine until I walked into The Unacceptables’ bar and met Abel Hellock. With his gorgeous muscles, tattoos, motorcycle and perfect smile, my knees quaked. My life was about to be sucked back into the seedy underbelly I fought so desperately to climb out of.

Everything was fine until I met my step-brother for the first time.

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The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart…..Release Day

 
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 The Fall and Rise of Kade Hart (A STAND ALONE Hart Brothers Novel)
 
*Contains strong language and sex so is not suitable for younger readers.
 
If you think this is just another Romantic Suspense—think again. Get ready for your paradigm to shift and be prepared to step into another world.
 
“Hello, my name is Kade Hart and I’m a drug addict.” Isn’t that what recovering addicts are supposed to say? Hell if I know. I’m not sure about anything anymore. Not since I met her. Juliette. She’s my game-changer.
 
I’ve lived on the streets, been in places no one ever wants to see, survived pure hell with the bastard who raised me. I thought I’d finally managed to put all that behind me, come to terms with who and what I am. Until she walked into my life. She’s running from the people who slaughtered her family, people who want her dead, too, and she makes me want to be the kind of man who can protect her, who can save her. But I’m not sure I’m that guy. I’m no one’s hero.
 
Or am I?






 
 One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn’t do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss, and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).

So began A. M. Hargrove’s career as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon Series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent, and Beginnings); Dark Waltz, Death Waltz, Tragically Flawed (Tragic 1), Tragic Desires (Tragic 2), Exquisite Betrayal, Dirty Nights; and lastly Freeing Her, Freeing Him, and Kestrelall part of the Hart Brothers Series.
 

 

Other than being in love with writing about love, she loves chocolate, ice cream, and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.






 
  

 

 

 

Juliette Emilie
Two Years Ago
 
 
 
My car was loaded with all my belongings. It was sad to
leave my friends but wasn’t that a part of graduating from college?
Commencement had taken place two weeks before and we’d all decided to hang
around for an extra week. That expanded into two. My parents finally put their
feet firmly down and said it was time to head home and start job hunting. Then
we made a pact. We swore we’d text or call each other every single day and post
the worst pictures possible of ourselves on Facebook. After our laughs turned
into tears, we cried. I mean ugly cried. If that hadn’t been bad enough, I was
teary-eyed all the way home, too.
 
As part of my graduation gift, my parents promised to take
the family on a vacation. We were supposed to leave the following week for a
trip to the Caribbean. We’d been once before when I was a kid, but my little
sister didn’t remember. She and I were both excited because it had been ages
since we’d hung out together. We were three years apart and I adored her, so
this would be a special trip for us.
 
When I pulled in the driveway, I honked the horn. They knew
when to expect me because I texted them when I left my apartment. I thought it
was weird that no one came to the door. Some kind of homecoming, after all that
begging to get me back here. Instead of lugging my stuff inside, I decided to
enlist their help.
 
Barging in the front door, all smiles, I came to a
screeching halt. Furiously, I blinked to clear my vision. The scene that
greeted me could in no way be real. It wasn’t possible to process what I was
seeing. Was this some kind of a cruel joke? Was this a staged scene to make me
regret staying so long at school?
 
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying when I opened them again it
would all be gone, because I knew none of the above could be actual … concrete.
It had to be fictional. It was the scent of blood that clued me in … that
brought me out of my frozen state. I never knew what a distinct and pungent
odor blood had. And why would I? I had never been around such an enormous
quantity of it before. There were rivers and ponds of it, forming into pools as
it still trickled from the bodies of my mom, dad, and sister.
 
“Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.” I swallowed and then tried to
scream, but only a weird squeak emerged from my mouth. It was only when I
tasted my own blood that I realized my hand was clamped over my face so hard,
my teeth had gouged into my lips. My baby sister, Sylvie, was stripped naked
and lay slumped on her side, one arm bent across her stomach, the other
stretched out, palm open. My mom, my beloved mother, was facing my sister, both
arms reaching out to her as if she tried to get to Sylvie before she died. And
next to my mom was my dad, flat on his back, vacant eyes staring at the
ceiling.
 
“Noooo!” I finally screeched. There was so much blood
everywhere. I wanted to hug all of them, hold them in my arms, but all I could
do was stare at the gruesome scene in front of me. The thought never occurred
to me that whoever did this could still be in the house. Somewhere in the back
of my mind, I knew I should call 911, but the shock of seeing it all took every
bit of rationality away from me. My head involuntarily jerked between the three
of them, eventually settling on my dad. My shaky legs carried me as far as the
sofa until my hip slumped against it, and my butt slid to the floor.
 
I sat and stared at their faces for I don’t know how long.
They say right before you die, your life flashes through your mind. I don’t
know if that’s true, but as I sat there staring at my murdered family, memories
zoomed through my head—almost like a slide show on fast-forward of
photos from family events. It began when I was a young girl and ended at my
college graduation just a couple of weeks ago. My whole being vibrated with
agony, knowing those were the final memories I would have of them.
 
My entire family lay dead. Not just dead, but slaughtered,
each one dying their own heinous death. My dad’s neck was ripped apart, jagged
pieces of his flesh lying open. One arm was extended toward my mother, and the
index and middle fingers of that hand were missing. My mom’s neck was sliced
wide open from one side to the other, not jagged like my dad’s, but cleanly
slit, almost to the point of decapitation. Both of them had their legs split
open from their groins to their knees. The blood was still seeping through
their clothing, the mangled threads edged with their bloody tissue. But Sylvie
was the one that got to me the most. Her neck was bruised and slashed, just
like Mom’s. Only there were puncture wounds all over her body. Some were about
an inch wide where others were cylindrical shaped. Blood seeped from each of
them, running into lines creating zigzags of red all over her pale skin. I
couldn’t even allow myself to imagine what had made them. Worse yet, there was no
sight of her clothing anywhere. What kind of cruel people would have done such
a terrible thing to them? Was this a mob killing? Or some kind of gangland
initiation?
 
Even though they were the victims, I felt like my guts had
been sawed out right along with their souls. My belly heaved and I forced the
bile back down. The piercing pain that slashed my heart to shreds radiated
through me ceaselessly. I hugged myself in a stupid attempt to ease the pain,
but I should have known better. That would’ve been like putting a Band-Aid on
an amputation. And that’s exactly how I felt. Like someone had cut off my arms
and legs. For some reason I was unable to wrest my eyes away from the horror
movie I was seeing. It was hideous. Too final. Who could’ve done such a thing,
I kept asking myself. And why? My mind raced. Suddenly, my heart gave a massive
lurch and a surge of adrenaline coursed through me. Body tingling, a jolt of
panic instantly flooded my veins and I found it impossible to expand my lungs.
I crashed sideways to the floor and it was then I saw it. Next to my dad’s
hand, scrawled in his blood, he’d written two words.
 
JE hide
 
JE. Those were my initials. Juliette Emilie. Why would he
write my initials in his blood and the word “hide” right after them? The “e” on
the end of hide was barely formed, as if it took all of his effort to complete
it. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. He must’ve known something. He was telling me to hide.
Hide from what? What did he know? Did he know who did this to them? And if so,
were they looking for me now? Oh, shit. If so, I needed to get out of here. But
where would I go?
 
Sometimes a sense of intuition seeps into you and you have
no idea where it came from. At that very moment, something settled over me and
I crawled toward my dad, reached for his arm, and using his sleeve, I dragged
it through the blood to smear the words he’d written. Scrambling to my feet, making
sure I avoided any of the congealing blood, and nearly crashing back to the
floor several times, I staggered out the door to my car. My hands shook so
violently I couldn’t put the key in the ignition. It took several stabs until I
was successful, but I roared out of the driveway, tires squealing. It was a
battle to stay conscious as I fought hyperventilation, but I did. My brain was
scrambled eggs. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Shit! My family had
been mutilated and my dad left me a message in his own blood that told me to
hide! That meant I couldn’t call my friends. That meant I was alone. I slammed
my hands against the steering wheel. What the fuck was I going to do?
 
I couldn’t think straight. Images of my butchered family
kept speeding through my head. My hand clenched my hair, grasping a handful of
it. I wanted to rip every damn strand of it out. I screamed as loud as I could
as I drove. Then it hit me. I needed money. Dad always said he kept an
emergency stash of cash in his safe. That’s where I needed to go.
 
My dad didn’t believe in keeping his valuables at home. Dad
was a gemologist and owned a jewelry store. He always said that keeping his
safe at an obscure location was a much smarter place for it than storing it at
home. My next stop was a storage facility where dad kept the safe. He’d chosen
a facility that wasn’t under surveillance—one that didn’t attract attention. If
you ask me, it looked sketchy, but he said that was the idea. No one would ever
think he’d be foolish enough to keep a safe there.
 
I drove to the location and it was dark and creepy. Under
usual circumstances I would’ve been fine, but I was so freaked out and
panic-driven, I wasn’t sure I could make myself get out of the car. I knew I
needed cash to go on, so I had no choice. The more I thought about it, using my
credit cards wouldn’t be an option. If Dad told me to hide, then whoever did
this would probably know when and if I used them. Then a new surge of fear
almost did me in. What if they followed me? What if they were watching the
house? I craned my neck to see if there was anyone about, but nothing appeared
out of the ordinary, so I opened the storage unit door and went inside. I ran
to Dad’s unit, unlocked the combination lock, and lifted the door. It was noisy
and made me even more jittery. After I pulled the string that turned on the
overhead light, I noticed the only thing in the unit was the safe. He used to
keep odds and ends in here, but they had all been removed. I didn’t spend time
thinking about it, but went directly to the safe, unlocked it, and dumped the
contents of it in an empty duffle bag I had in my car. Not even sparing a
second to see what was inside, I closed everything back up and was back behind
the wheel in minutes.
 
With my heart still clanging my chest, I headed toward the
interstate, to an unknown destination. Then a thought hit me. GPS! My cell
phone. It had GPS. Could I be tracked? I couldn’t remember. I would dump it
anyway, just to be on the safe side. But I had to delete everything on it, as
in my contacts or they could find me through my friends. Shit, shit, shit!
 
“Calm down! Think, think, think, Jules.”
 
I wasn’t cut out for this. I was twenty-two years old and
had just graduated from college with a degree in computer science for crying
out loud. Coming up with a safe house wasn’t in my repertoire. So I did the
only thing I could think of. I drove to the most obvious place—the police
station. I even thought about walking inside and reporting what I’d found, but
a voice in the back of my brain advised me against it. Again, call it
intuition. As I sat in the parking lot, I quickly did a mass delete on all my
contacts, and texts. Then I drove to a dumpster, where I ran over my phone
several times, effectively crushing it, before tossing it inside.
 
Not much later I was on I-10 headed west to an unknown
destination. In less than an hour, my life had taken a one hundred and eighty
degree turn. I had just driven this way as I came home from LSU, in tears
because I was leaving my friends behind. Now I was in tears for a much more
compelling reason. My family had been slaughtered in our own home and the
carnage left behind would haunt my waking and sleeping hours until the day I
died. Forcing back the tears that threatened to overcome me, I drove on. I
needed to push it all aside and figure out a plan. If I didn’t, I feared I
would be in the same situation as they were. I had to pull off the road a few
times when my sobs and tears made it impossible to see or drive. But later, my
vision blurred for a different reason—exhaustion. It was right before midnight
when I checked into a Days Inn outside of Houston, Texas. I paid for the room
in cash and took the duffle bag I filled in the storage unit, along with my
overnight bag in the room. I was thirsty and should’ve been hungry, but the
contortions in my guts were so damned awful, I knew I’d never be able to
swallow a bite.
 
Once settled, I dug out the contents of the duffle bag. As
expected, there was a lot of cash. I counted over fifty thousand. That was good
and bad. Good, because I would need the money to survive on for who knew how
long. Bad, because I would have to be very careful. Carrying that much cash was
dangerous. There was also a metal box that contained loose diamonds. What I
would do with those, I had no clue. I would hide them somewhere and figure that
out at a later time. Then I found an unusual necklace. It was a black metal
chain and some kind of odd-looking gemstone—one I had never seen before. With
it was a folded up note in a strange script. I couldn’t read it, but there were
also notes in my father’s handwriting. His notes read:
 
Necklace brought in by customer and left with me. Unknown
substance. Never before seen. Checked all data entries to date and could not
identify. Customer also gave me the untranslatable note. Took to linguistics
professor at Tulane and he was unfamiliar with the language. Predates anything
he’d ever seen. My best guess—some ancient tribal torque. Stone seems to pick
up unusual traits when exposed to heat, cold, darkness and light.
 
And that was it. There was also a Bible with it and a few
passages marked. That wasn’t surprising since my dad was a very spiritual man.
But then as I was putting everything away, a small slip of
thick paper fell out of the Bible. All it said was:
 
To the keeper: wear at all times. Let not it fall into false
hands lest ye face universal destruction.
 
The handwriting was odd and not my father’s. What did this
mean? Why was it so important to wear this all the time? And if it were so important
to be worn, what was it doing in my father’s safe, obviously not being worn by anyone? What did it
mean by false hands? And where did Dad get this? And why wasn’t he able to
identify the stone? He was a gemologist, for crying out loud. He should’ve been
able to identify any kind of stone. So many damn unanswered questions. I looked
at the paper again. It was yellowed and thick, like old parchment. The letters
were drawn and looked more like symbols, now that I inspected it more closely.
What did this mean? As my fingers brushed across the surface of the paper, I
found that it wasn’t really paper at all, but a type of stiff cloth. I lifted
it up to the light, not quite sure what I was searching for. As I stared at it,
something seemed to go in and out of focus. I blamed it on my sleep-deprived
state. I’d been up late the night before, partying with my friends. And now
dealing with this, my brain was not functioning properly. I knew I needed to
crash, but I doubted I could actually sleep. I decided to turn on the TV and
see if a movie might lull me into a calm enough state.
 
I drifted off and woke up about five-thirty. As I lay there,
I thought I heard someone sneaking around in my room. I quickly turned the
light on and didn’t breathe easy until I made sure I was safe. Since I was
awake, I grabbed my computer and got on the hotel’s internet. I immediately
checked the New Orleans news and saw there were no murders reported. Since it
was still early, no one had probably realized my family had even been killed.
The idea that they were gone brought another round of body-racking sobs, but I
forced them back. I couldn’t let myself grieve for them, as much as I wanted
to. I couldn’t let myself curl up in that tiny ball and wither away, even
though that’s what I wanted. They wouldn’t want that. They would want me to
push on and survive. So that’s what I did. I came up a plan. I would drive to
Oklahoma City. It seemed like an obscure enough of a town, and no one I knew
would ever think to look for me there because I didn’t know a soul in Oklahoma.
I stopped in Dallas for a couple of hours and made it to Oklahoma City by mid
afternoon, where I got a room at a Hampton Inn.
 
After I checked in, I took a badly needed shower. Luckily
enough, I had organized and packed my bags for vacation, so all my stuff was in
one suitcase. After my shower, I got on the hotel internet again to check the
New Orleans news. I was shocked to see there were no reports of my family’s
murder. What was going on? Why wouldn’t someone have called it in? My dad owned
a jewelry store and my mom worked there with him. Surely someone had noticed
they hadn’t opened in the last day. What was going on? I came up with all sorts
of weird explanations, but none of them were solid. And then there were my sister’s
friends. Why hadn’t they come around and reported it? None of this added up.
Maybe I was wrong to have run the way I did. Maybe I should’ve stayed and
called the police. But Dad’s note was clearly meant for me. He wouldn’t have
written it in his own blood as he died, if he didn’t think I was in danger.
 
I needed a reality check. Was my mind lucid? I went back and
ticked through the facts as I remembered them. Left school and all was fine.
Talked to my mom that morning and texted her in the afternoon as I was leaving.
Got home to a macabre scene. Found Dad’s note next to his body, telling me to
hide. Left home and went to the storage unit to retrieve the contents of his
safe. Then I hit the road. How could I not be lucid? I was as sane as ever.
 
Then something nagged at me. I grabbed my computer and
Googled Dad’s jewelry store. Nothing came up. That was odd. He’d had a website
forever. I revamped it two years ago and would help him whenever he had issues
with it. I just did maintenance on the thing a month ago. His business
should’ve come up in a Google search. Next I entered his website’s address,
which was only his business’ name. That directed me to a search page, as if the
website didn’t exist. I knew the website existed, damn it. What the hell
was going on here? So I tried it again and the same thing happened. I entered
“Bressan’s Gems” into Google again. Nothing showed up. It was as if the store
had never existed. I went to Yellow Pages to look them up. There was no
listing. Okay, this was really weirding me out. How could that be? How could
all this be wiped out in a matter of a couple of days? A business can’t just
disappear. That’s not possible.
 
Or is it? Whoever killed my parents must have ties to the
government or someone really powerful to be able to do something like that. You
can’t erase stuff from the internet like that. Not unless you know people.
Powerful people. Shit. I’m in deep ass trouble. What the hell
did my dad do? Who was he mixed up with? Was he involved in diamond smuggling
or something? I couldn’t believe my dad would do anything like that. Dad was as
honest as the day is long. He and Mom emphasized that no matter what, never
ever lie. No, Dad wouldn’t do anything illegal. This was something else. And I
wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.
 
I slammed my computer shut, packed up my stuff, and left. I
needed to get the hell out of there. If they were tracking anyone Googling the
store, they could track the IP address where I Googled it from. I had no time
to spare.
 
Nine hours later, I pulled into Albuquerque, New Mexico.
There would be no hotel for me this time. Instead, I headed to an outdoor and
camping store and purchased a tent, sleeping bag, and sleeping pad. I also
bought a bunch of other equipment, such as a lantern, cooler, and items one
would need for camping. Dad used to take us camping when we were young, so I
was familiar with the basics of it. Then I asked the sales clerk where a good
campground was. He gave me several options and off I went. That tent became my
temporary home. During the evening, I also devised a new a plan. I didn’t know
if I could pull it off, but if I knew if I didn’t, I would most likely die
because I had no doubt the people who killed my family would find and kill me
too. It was a huge risk, and I would have to be as convincing as I’d ever been,
but if it worked, it would be the key to saving my life.


 


 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

Elude by Rachel Van Dyken…Trailer Reveal

 

 

 

eludeThe sixth book in the internationally bestselling Eagle Elite Series.

*Interconnected Stand Alone*

 

Twenty-Four hours before we were to be married–I offered to shoot her.

Ten hours before our wedding–I made a mockery of her dying wish.

Five hours before we were going to say our vows–I promised I’d never love her.

One hour before I said I do–I vowed I’d never shed a tear over her death.

But the minute we were pronounced man and wife–I knew.

I’d only use my gun to protect her.

I’d give my life for hers.

I’d cry.

And I would, most definitely, lose my heart, to a dying girl—a girl who by all accounts should have never been mine in the first place.

I always believed the mafia would be my end game–where I’d lose my heart, while it claimed my soul. I could have never imagined. It would be my redemption.

Or the beginning of something beautiful.

The beginning of her.

The end of us.

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Rachel Van Dyken is the New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling author of regency and contemporary romances. When she’s not writing you can find her drinking
coffee at Starbucks and plotting her next book while watching The Bachelor.

She keeps her home in Idaho with her Husband, adorable son, and two snoring boxers! She loves to hear from readers!

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Dream Of You by Jennifer L. Armentrout….Excerpt Blog Tour Stop

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We are so excited to bring you the Review & Excerpt Tour for DREAM OF YOU by Jennifer L. Armentrout, a novella in her Wait For You Series. This is a 1001 Dark Nights novella so it is exclusively available as Amazon Kindle and Paperback. Grab your copy today!!

 

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DREAM OF YOU Tour Schedule

June 24

Book Bite Reviews-Excerpt
Mary Had a Little Book Blog-Review
People Like Books-Review and Excerpt
Stuck in Books-Review and Excerpt
TSK TSK What to Read-Excerpt
What is that Book About-Excerpt

June 25

Bittersweet Reads-Review & Excerpt
Book Bumblings-Review
Kimberlyfaye Reads-Review and Excerpt
Love Words and Books-Review
Read-Love-Blog-Excerpt
The Eater of Books-Review and Excerpt

June 26

Fiction Fangirls-Review and Excerpt
Nightly Reading-Excerpt
Readers Live 1000 Lives-Review and Excerpt
Snooby Doo’s Book Reviews-Excerpt
The Book Cellar-Excerpt

June 27

A Bookish Escape-Review
Always YA At Heart-Review & Excerpt
Daydream Books-Review
Nose Stuck in a Book-Excerpt
Red Hot + Blue Reads-Review and Excerpt
Summer’s Book Blog-Review and Excerpt

June 28

Cocktails and Books-Review and Excerpt
Little Read Riding Hood-Review and Excerpt
Ramblings from this Chick-Review
Reading Between the Wines-Excerpt
Zili in the Sky-Review and Excerpt

June 29

Book Lovin’ Mamas-Excerpt
Romance Obsessed Book Blog-Review and Excerpt
Stuck in YA Books-Review and Excerpt
The Cover Contessa-Review and Excerpt
Travels n Reads-Review and Excerpt

June 30

21st Century Once Upon A Times-Excerpt
Deity Island-Review and Excerpt
Resch Reads and Reviews-Review
Book Crushin-Review and Excerpt
Books and Starlight-Review and Excerpt

July 1

Chapter by Chapter-Review
iFandoms Collide-Excerpt
Lovin Los Libros-Review
Whatcha Reading-Review and Excerpt
Flirty Fiction Blog-Review

July 2

Book Reviews by Lexi-Review
Book Reviews by Sandra-Review and Excerpt
Book Starlets-Review and Excerpt
Confessions of a YA and NA Book Addict-Review and Excerpt
Love Affair with Fiction-Excerpt
Mrs. Leif’s Two Fangs About It-Review
Read My Mind-Review and Excerpt
Scandalous Book Blog-Review and Excerpt
The Slanted Bookshelf-Review
What Danielle Did Next-Review and Excerpt

July 3

Books and Swoons-Review and Excerpt
Books Unhinged-Review and Excerpt
Booky Ramblings of a Neurotic Mom-Review and Excerpt
Dark Faerie Tales-Review and Excerpt
Jenuine Cupcakes-Review
Love Between the Sheets-Review and Excerpt
Luxen Army-Review
Mean Girls Luv Books-Review and Excerpt

 

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About DREAM OF YOU:

Abby Erickson isn’t looking for a one-night stand, a relationship, or anything that involves any one-on-one time, but when she witnesses a shocking crime, she’s thrust into the hands of the sexiest man she’s ever seen – Colton Anders. His job is to protect her, but with every look, every touch, and every simmering kiss, she’s in danger of not only losing her life but her heart also.

 

Excerpt:

“Jillian—”

“I just don’t want to end up doing what my entire family does. Everything is about the Academy, and that’s not what I want to do. The only way I’m going to escape that is by leaving now. Anyway,” she said, pursing her lips as a thoughtful look crossed her face. “One of the things you never really see in a romance book is a woman who has self-esteem issues. I mean, I’m sure they’re out there, but they’re few and far between. Like they can have eating disorders, post-traumatic stress from sexual assault or mental abuse. They can be sold into sex trafficking and they can carry epic amounts of grief. We have female characters who have suffered every loss imaginable and ones who are scarred physically and mentality, but where in the hell are the average women? Ones who look in the mirror and cringe a little? Like, why are all those others acceptable to women, but reading or knowing another woman who has a low self-esteem is, like, worse than all that drama llama? Dude, I get reading for wish fulfillment, but you’ve got to have a little reality in the story.”

Brushing her bangs out of her eyes, Jillian exhaled loudly and then continued. “Whatever. It doesn’t matter. You’re normal. I’m normal. We’re not perfect and not having the greatest confidence doesn’t make you any less of a person.”

What Jillian said was so true.

Holy crap, the raw truth of it all floored me.

Women wanted other women to have high self-esteem and confidence. No one wanted to ever admit that their confidence was lacking, that they had a hard time looking at themselves in the mirror.

It was wrong that we weren’t able to have our weak moments. That we had to hide the fact that we were uncomfortable with our imperfections. That the journey to loving yourself doesn’t exclude recognizing there were days when you just didn’t want to see yourself naked.

And that there were worse things than having some confidence issues.

I glanced over at Jillian. This was one of those moments when I forgot that she was so young, because damn, she really could be a hell of a lot wiser than me. “You’re right.”

Her face transformed prettily when she smiled. “I know.”

I laughed. “And modest.”

 

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Author PhotoAbout Jennifer L. Armentrout:

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

 

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Call Sign Karma by Jamie Rae….Spotlight and Excerpt

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Synopsis:

Love in the no-fly zone…

Distraught over the loss of her brother in a fighter jet accident, Tinklee Pinkerton decides to follow in his footsteps and prove the tragedy wasn’t his fault. But when she’s chosen as the first woman to fly the Air Force’s F-35, her plan for a life that revolves around work is thrown off course by a handsome, mysterious stranger…

Thanks to Locke’s seductive British accent, sweet nature, and one too many beers, Tink is soon inspired to throw caution to the wind and herself into his arms. She thinks maybe love can heal after all—until she discovers Locke is her superior officer. Tink has no problem risking her life in the air, but with everything on the line, is she brave enough to risk her heart on the ground?

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Call Sign Karma kicks off on the Fourth of July in the northern panhandle, which is a hot spot for summer time fun. Tink meets Locke on the beach after a few too many beers and what seems at first like a “summer” or “one-night” fling turns into something more. I believe that is what captivates us about summer time romances as well as that college to New Adult time period– it is a short and fleeting period of life in which we can just let go for a brief moment.

The following is a scene when Tink first meets Locke. She is battling her inner demons of losing her brother in the same jet that she has been chosen to fly. (Little does she know that he will turn out to be her superior officer.)

If only I could drown the pain. I grabbed the last bottle from the cooler and hopped the deck rail into the sand. The grains were warm, baked under the hot July sun all day and retaining the heat well past sunset. I wiggled my toes, cracked open the bottle and tossed the lid over my shoulder onto the deck.

I loved this beach almost as much as I hated it. My parents bought this house when my dad was stationed here and kept it as a vacation home when he retired from the military. My mom insisted I stay here during my training, but being here just trudged up memories of Colin and me watching the jets fly over the beach. We dreamed of the day that we’d be in the cockpit flying side-by-side. And now, like him, those dreams were buried.

My chest tightened and I stifled a short breath. I wasn’t ready for tomorrow. I was going to need something a hell of a lot stronger than the honey lagers that were going down like sweet tea. Taking a drink, I strolled toward the ocean’s edge and stepped into the water. The coolness washed over my ankles and the current tugged at my feet. Everything in my life seemed to be pulling me in a direction I didn’t want to go.

I wanted to be a fighter pilot from the first time I’d held onto the pant leg of my father’s flight suit and breathed in the pungent scent of jet fuel. But now, as I moved another step forward to achieving my dream, nothing about it felt right.

I was selected to be not only the first female, but also the youngest pilot to ever fly the Air Force’s prodigy, the F-35, Joint Strike Fighter. Not to mention doing it right out of pilot training. All that glory on top of the fact that my head was so screwed up over Colin scared the shit out of me.

Still, I plastered a smile on my face and told everyone that I was ‘fine.’ I had tits in a testosterone world and showing any sign of weakness was not an option. I. Was. Fine.

Only the best of the best would fly the Air Force’s awesome creation. It could fly from D.C. to L.A. without showing up on radar if it wanted. But what were the chances of my being selected to fly it? I wanted a Viper and avoided the F-35 because of our messed-up history. I made sure I graduated top in the class of Undergraduate Pilot Training to be able to choose any other jet. But as it always did, my plan came back and bit me in the ass. I gambled and lost. Vegas style.

It wasn’t fair.

“Why have you taken everything from me?” I screamed into the sky and kicked an incoming wave. “Leave me the hell alone.”

I stumbled as another wave rolled in. A light pressure appeared behind my eyes skewing my vision just a little. I realized that I may have drunk a little too much, but I was beyond caring.

The ocean spray soaked my clothes and hair. I steadied myself against the current. A chuckle escaped my lips. It sounded dark and slightly crazed. A rage, like I had never felt before swirled inside me like tornado looking for its target. I swallowed the last sip of lager and shook the bottle toward the star-filled sky.

“Here’s to you, Karma,” I shouted.

I closed my eyes and twirled in a circle. I spun until I was so dizzy that I could barely stand. I roared and launched the bottle with enough force that I nearly fell face first into the water. I steadied myself.

“Bloody hell, Karma’s a bitch!”

My eyes opened to see a tall, shadowed man with broad shoulders towering over me. His arm was raised as he rubbed his forehead. I gulped as I spotted my bottle a few inches from his foot.

I stepped backwards and my heel dug into something sharp. A shooting pain launched up my leg and knocked me off balance. I swore, flailing backwards and fell into the ocean, landing with a big splash. Shock was quickly replaced by mortification. Heat traveled from cheeks to my ears.

Something, cold, smooth, and scaly swept over my legs. I shrieked and prayed a creepy crawly wouldn’t bite off one of my limbs.

With about as much grace as a pig on ice, I scrambled to the shore. Adrenaline pumped through me, but it only made me feel more woozy. Just as I swallowed a gasp of air, a blunt object smacked into my head. Rays of light blurred my vision and I shouted as a blistering pain radiated from my head.

I balled my fists with the thumbs on the outside, like Colin had taught me. Did this guy just attack me? Did he have any clue who he was dealing with? Sure, I was tipsy and not steady on my feet, but I wouldn’t go down without a fight. I was a frigging fighter pilot.

I pushed wet strands of hair from my eyes and squared my shoulders preparing to counter attack, but he waved me away as he held his nose. Blood speckled his shirt and dripped from the bottom of his hand. I softened my fists slightly still prepared to defend if needed.

“Blast it girl. You’re dangerous,” he said in a British accent that made my insides awaken. I pressed my lips together and prayed that I didn’t just kick off another Revolutionary War.

 

Call Sign Karma is the perfect beach read to go along with your favorite summer cocktail! Oh and those few too many beers Tink had on the beach were Honey Lagers…which is her favorite drink…which is also mine… followed by a margarita! What’s your favorite summertime cocktail?

 

ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

JAMIE RAE is a New Adult and Young Adult author. She writes with one goal in mind–create stories with a positive message that will stay with the reader long after they’ve finished reading.

Jamie is an avid reader and loves discovering stories with a great hook, though she will not eat, sleep, or speak until she reaches the end. The Harry Potter years weren’t pretty!! Convinced that her Hogwarts letter was lost in the mail, she keeps a watchful eye for owls hoping her children will have better luck!

In her other life, Jamie Rae is an orthodontist, and literary agent. She keeps her heart overflowing with love as a mother of three and has perfected the art of nomadic living as a military spouse and Air Force veteran. Jamie has a passion for critters of all shapes and sizes and you can often find her sneaking them into her own home or volunteering for rescues.

LINKS:
Website: https://www.jamieraewrites.com/
Facebook Fan Page: https://www.facebook.com/JamieRaeAuthor
Twitter: https://twitter.com/JamieRaeWrites
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8295257.Jamie_Rae

Manwhore +1 by Katy Evans…..Excerpt Reveal

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The unexpected love story that began in MANWHORE continues heating up the pages in MANWHORE +1 by New York Times bestselling author Katy Evans…

Billionaire playboy? Check.

Ruthless businessman? Check.

Absolutely sinful? Check.

Malcolm Saint was an assignment. A story. A beautiful, difficult man I was supposed to uncover for a racy exposé.

I intended to reveal him, his secrets, his lifestyle–not let him reveal me. But my head was overtaken by my heart and suddenly nothing could stop me from falling. I fell for him, and I fell hard.

Malcolm Saint is absolute Sin, and I’ve become a hopeless Sinner.

Now that the assignment is over, Saint wants something from me–something unexpected–and I want this wicked playboy’s heart. But how can I prove to the man who trusts no one that I’m worthy of becoming his plus one?

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EXCERPT

FOUR WEEKS

I’ve never been so hopeful as when I board the pristine glass elevator at the M4 corporate building. A handful of employees ride along with me, murmuring perfunctory greetings to each other and to me. I think my mouth must be on vacation because I can’t seem to force it to speak. But I smile in reply—my smile nervous, nervous but hopeful, definitely hopeful. My riding companions step out on their floors one by one until I’m alone, riding up to the executive floor on my own.

Toward him.

          Toward the man I love.

          My body is raging. My blood is pumping—my blood is storming—my thighs are shaking. My stomach feels filled with little earthquakes that just won’t quit, then they turn into a full-fledged roil when I hear the elevator ting at his floor.

         Stepping out, I’m in corporate nirvana, surrounded by sleek chrome and pristine glass, marble and limestone floors. But I hardly have eyes for anything except the tall and imposing frosted glass doors at the far end of the room.

          Framing those doors to each side is a pair of sleek designer desks, for a total of four.

          Behind these desks are four women in identical black-and-white suits, sitting behind their gleaming dark-oak desks, working quietly behind their flat-screen computers.

          One of them, the forty-year-old Catherine H. Ulysses—right hand of the man who owns every inch of this building—stops what she’s doing when she sees me. She arches her brow, then seems both tense and relieved as she lifts the receiver on her desk and murmurs my name into it.

  1. Am. Not. Breathing.

          But Catherine doesn’t miss a beat as she motions me toward the huge frosted doors—those intimidating doors—that lead into the lair of the most powerful man in Chicago.

          The human being with the most powerful effect on me.

          This is what I’ve been waiting for, for four weeks. This is what I wanted when I left a thousand messages on his phones and what I wanted when I wrote a thousand others that I left unsent. To see him.

          For him to want to see me.

          But as I force myself to step forward, I don’t even know if I’ll have the strength to stand before him and look him in the eye after what I did.

          I’m wracked so hard with nervousness and anticipation and hope—yes hope, small but bright, even as I shake like a leaf.

          Catherine holds the door open, and I struggle to hold my head high and walk into his office.

           Two steps inside I hear the swoosh of the glass door shutting behind me and my systems halt at the familiar sight of the most beautiful office I’ve ever been in.

          His office is all vast marble and chrome, twelve-foot ceilings, and endless floor-to-ceiling windows.

          And there he is. The center of its axis. The center of my world.

          He’s pacing by the window, speaking into a headset in a low, low voice—the kind he uses when he’s pissed. All I can make out are the words have to be dead to let her fall into his clutches …

          He hangs up, and as if he feels me in the room, he turns his head. His eyes flare when he sees me. His green eyes.

          His achingly familiar, beautiful green eyes.

          He inhales, very slowly, his chest expanding, his hands curling a little at his sides as he looks at me.

          I look back at him.

          Malcolm Kyle Preston Logan Saint.

          I just walked into the eye of the most powerful storm of my life. No. Not a storm. A hurricane.

          Four weeks, I haven’t seen him. And he still looks exactly as I remember. Larger than life, and more irresistible than ever.

          His striking face is perfectly shaven today, and his sensual lips look so achingly full I can almost feel them against mine. Six-feet-plus of perfectly controlled male power stand before me, in a perfect black suit and a killer tie. He’s the very devil in Armani; strong-boned, square-jawed, gleaming dark hair and those penetrating eyes.

          He’s got the best eyes.

          They twinkle mercilessly when he teases me, and when he doesn’t tease me, they’re mysterious and unreadable, assessing and intelligent, keeping me guessing about his thoughts.

          But I had forgotten how cold those eyes used to be. Green arctic ice looks back at me now. Every fleck of ice in those eyes gleaming like diamond shards.

          He clenches his jaw and tosses the headset aside.

          He looks as approachable as a wall, his shoulders stretching his white shirt, which clings to his skin like a groupie. But I know he’s not a wall; I’ve never wanted to throw myself at a wall like this.

          He’s walking towards me. Every step he takes makes my heart pound as he moves with that quiet and confident own-the-world stride of his.

          He stops a few feet away and shoves his hands into his pants pockets; and he seems so big all of a sudden, and he smells so utterly good. I drop my eyes to his tie as the little candle of hope I walked in with starts to flicker with doubt.

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Title: Needing Him (Book 1)
Series: Longing for Love Series
Author: A. Sloan
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Erotica/ New Adult
 
 
 


One moment can change the path of your life. In that moment, you can see a new path you never knew could exist. You can see your present slowly change and morph into a future of complete happiness. You can look into someone’s eyes and see all that in a moment. 
 
For Colt, that moment came in the form of a pair of the bluest eyes he had ever seen. Everything he thought his life was, the son he loved more than his own life, his family’s ranch and the life he built. He wanted to wrap her in his arms, breathe her in and share it all with her. He knew when his eyes met hers that day, he needed Addison to complete his life that he didn’t know was incomplete, until that moment. 
 
In a moment, you can see your future happiness shatter right before your eyes. You can think that it was finally time for a happy ending and then it’s gone in a puff of smoke, violence, and drugs. The fear sets in and you begin to wonder if that happy you dreamed of as a little girl was in reality, a simple moment in time, which actually feels like a minute in your lifetime. 
 
For Addison, she felt like her minute was the time she spent with Colt. In such a short time, he made her believe that all the past drama with her ex-husband, was exactly that, in the past. He had moved on. Until she gets a phone call and it puts a halt to all of the happiness she got when she moved back home and was with Colt. All she wanted was to be happy and most importantly make her daughter happy. And when she was with Colt, she had felt that connection, like she needed him. 
 
You can search, unknowingly, your entire lifetime for a moment. Your life and all you’ve ever wanted or needed can appear in front of you, out of thin air, in a moment. 
 
Will Colt and Addison get their happily ever after?
 
Or will their moment be just a minute in a lifetime?

 

 

 

My name Amanda Sloan / A. Sloan.  I’m a married to a pretty great guy. Who in turn is a pretty great daddy.  I have a totally awesome daughter. Two cats and two dogs. I also have a love for horses. 
I worked in retail for a total of fourteen years and was in management for ten of those years. About a year after I had my daughter. I became a stay at home mom. Which I love being able to be there for her. It’s an awesome feeling being able to attend every event for her as well as just being able to pick her up from school. I met my husband when I was twelve years old. We were friends we didn’t start dating till I was twenty one. Our lives taking us in different directions. But life has a funny way of bringing you were you’re meant to be. 
I’m from and still live in the Northern Panhandle of WV. I love that my child has got to grow up in the same neighborhood that I grew up in. I love that my daughter will grow up in a town where everyone knows everyone.

I lost my daddy suddenly in 2005. I miss and think about him daily. My mom is pretty awesome. She is also a breast cancer survivor. I never knew strength till I watched her and my family go through my father’s death and my mother’s cancer. I also have a pretty terrific brother. We grew up in a home with two very hardworking parents. Knowing we were loved and that they would always be there for us. We could be anything we wanted to be. We were and are lucky. I have a best friend I talk to daily. And we talk about everything.           

                                                                                 

I’ve wrote for years. It started out as short stories and poems. When I was younger. My kindle is like my phone. If I leave the house it’s with me. 

So that is me in a nutshell I’m pretty much what you see is what you get.