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✰✯Silence✯✰
Eleven years Oakley has been silent, hiding a truth that could rip her world apart.
Refusing to communicate beyond a few physical actions, Oakley remains in her own world. Cole is her only friend, he fights for her, protects her, but as they grow even closer together, their relationship gets put to the test.
When Oakley is forced to face someone from her past, can she hold her secret in any longer?
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✰✯Broken Silence✯✰
Four years after Oakley left England, she has to come home, forcing her to face the man she left behind.
With the trial looming, Oakley faces her biggest battle yet. Is she strong enough to find her voice and fight for the justice she’s desperate for?
Her love for Cole never faded, but she’s not sure he’ll be able to forgive her for leaving.
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✰✯Players, Bumps and Cocktail Sausages✯✰
Ex-playboy, Jasper, has hung up his little black book and is strictly a one-woman man.
Jasper is shocked when his new wife, Abby, no longer wants the family they’ve planned. She begins to work late and withdraw from their marriage, leaving Jasper questioning his decision to give her a second chance.
Holly starts working for Jasper, and as the two grow closer, he takes action, sparking a chain of events that makes his once well planned out life spiral out of control.
To get what he wants, he first has to lose everything.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
UK native Natasha Preston grew up in small villages and towns. She discovered her love of writing when she stumbled across an amateur writing site and uploaded her first story and hasn’t looked back since.
Natasha is the Author of...
THE SILENCE SERIES
Silence
Broken Silence
Players, Bumps and Cocktail Sausages
Silent Night
THE CHANCE SERIES
Second Chance
Our Chance
STAND-ALONES
Save Me
With the Band
Reliving Fate
Lie To Me
After The End
YOUNG ADULT THRILLERS
The Cellar
Awake
The Cabin
You Will Be Mine
The Lost
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From New York Times Bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken, comes ENVY, a new novella in her Eagle Elite Series, brought to you by 1,001 Dark Nights! Be sure to grab your copy today!From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Rachel Van Dyken comes a new story in her Eagle Elite series…Every family has rules, the mafia just has more…. Do not speak to the bosses unless spoken to. Do not make eye contact unless you want to die. And above all else, do not fall in love. Renee Cassani’s future is set. Her betrothal is set. Her life, after nannying for the five families for the summer, is set Somebody should have told Vic Colezan that. He’s a man who doesn’t take no for an answer. And he only wants one thing. Her. Somebody should have told Renee that her bodyguard needed as much discipline as the kids she was nannying. Good thing Vic has a firm hand.Amazon US | Amazon UK | Amazon AU | Amazon CanadaDownload the Free Kindle AppEXCERPT: I tried not to judge. It was hard. They were mafia bosses—I got it. Or at least I thought I understood it since I had grown up around it. But my upbringing wasn’t as severe. My dad was a Nicolasi and always kept things quiet around us. It wasn’t until I was twelve that I realized it wasn’t normal for us to make as much money as we did through two jewelry stores and five laundromats. I wrongly assumed that every business owner with a lot of cash drove a bulletproof Mercedes to protect their family. The older I got, the more horrified I became of the life my father lived, the life he forced us to live, and the complete unrest I felt every time I closed my eyes and prayed for him to come home. He was a made man. One of the best in the family, which meant Phoenix trusted him, which in turn meant he trusted me to watch his little boy. And every time Phoenix looked at his phone I wondered if it was my dad texting, if he was alive, if he was okay. He’d been gone for a month. We hadn’t heard from him except for a few “hey, I’m alive” texts. I hated this life. And I wanted out. “Renee.” Nixon leaned down and touched my shoulder. “Are you okay?” I stilled. Remembered not to look directly into his eyes and forced a smile. “I’m just tired, you know how it is.” “Kids do that to a person,” Phoenix piped in, finally sheathing the knives he’d apparently pulled out in the last few seconds that I’d been thinking about my dad. “We need to leave in five.” Nixon stood. I looked away. I had to. It made me sick to my stomach the blood these men had on their hands and the way they so casually talked about killing as if they were discussing the latest episode of This Is Us. I forced a smile at Serena and Junior just as the front door swung open, nearly coming off its hinges. There he stood. My nightmare. Vic Corazon Abandonato. In all his gory glory. Tight black pants. Tight black shirt. Enough guns strapped to him to win an all-out war. And no smile. The man never smiled. It wasn’t in his makeup to smile. The one time he smiled was at Chase, and I think it was just a happy accident because Chase looked as shocked as the rest of the group did. I glanced away, again making sure I wasn’t drawing attention to myself, and fed the kids. Vic was a silent killer. I imagined that people didn’t even know they were dying until they saw the blood running like a river from their chests. I shivered. That’s what assassins for the mafia did. They weren’t made men, they weren’t in line for boss. They did the dirty work-and they took the fall for it. They had one job. Protect the family at all costs. About Rachel Van Dyken: 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!Website | Facebook | Twitter
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I’m addicted to this series! Envy is Vic and Renee’s story. Renee is the nanny, and I really felt for her being dropped into the mafia families world of guns, fighting and death. She’s like a timid little mouse who is afraid to talk to any of the men. Vic is a killer and I think he scares Renee the most. Envy has quite a few twists which left me gasping at my kindle. I adore these mafia men and now I’ve properly met Vic I love him almost as much as Chase! RVD never disappoints with this series, it just keeps getting better! I can’t wait for more! Five stars! Kim The Dandelion by Michelle Leighton -New Release! The Dandelion by Michelle Leighton At thirty-five, Abigail Simmons has mastered only one thing—running. When tragedy strikes, she runs. This time her urge to flee brings Abi back to her hometown, where she hopes she can find the peace she’s always searched for. That hope is dashed when Abi’s ex, Sam Forrester, bumps his way back into her life. Sam has flourished in ways Abi hasn’t. From the outside, he has it all—a successful medical practice, a beautiful daughter, and a charming wife. Who is dying. Sara Forrester is dying and her final wish is for Sam to find love again so she can meet the woman who will finish raising her daughter and grow old with her husband. Abi seems like the perfect fit, but what Sara doesn’t know is that Abi has a secret, a secret no one could guess. And it’s a deal breaker. Buy Now: Kindle: bit.ly/TheDandelionKindle iBooks: bit.ly/TheDandelioniBooks Nook: bit.ly/TheDandelionNook Kobo: bit.ly/TheDandelionKobo About Michelle Leighton With sales nearing the two million mark, New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal, and internationally bestselling author M. Leighton is now turning her pen toward another side of relationships with her work as Michelle Leighton. From her upcoming emotionally charged story, The Dandelion, to her domestic noir entitled Strings, Michelle’s stories are sure to bring all the depth you’ve come to expect from M. Leighton with a new edge that will have you quickly turning page after page Connect with Michelle Leighton! Facebook: www.facebook.com/MichelleLeightonAuthor Website: www.mleightonbooks.com The Boy & His Ribbon by Pepper Winters Release BlitzFrom New York Times Bestseller, Pepper Winters, comes one of her best tales yet... "What do you do when you meet your soul mate? No wait... that's too easy. What do you do when you meet your soul mate and have to spend a lifetime loving him in secret? I'll tell you what you do. You lie." REN Ren was eight when he learned that love doesn't exist--that the one person who was supposed to adore him only cared how much he was worth. His mother sold him and for two years, he lived in terror. But then... he ran. He thought he'd run on his own. Turned out, he took something of theirs by accident and it became the one thing he never wanted and the only thing he ever needed. DELLA I was young when I fell in love with him, when he switched from my world to my everything. My parents bought him for cheap labour, just like they had with many other kids, and he had the scars to prove it. At the start, he hated me, and I could understand why. For years he was my worst enemy, fiercest protector, and dearest friend. But by the end... he loved me. The only problem was, he loved me in an entirely different way to the way I loved him. And slowly, my secret drove us apart. A True Coming Of Age Story. Book 1 Buy Links Amazon US ~ Amazon UK ~ Amazon Au ~ Amazon Ca B&N ~ Google Play ~ iTunes ~ Kobo Pepper Winters is a multiple New York Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today International Bestseller. After chasing her dreams to become a full-time writer, Pepper has earned recognition with awards for best Dark Romance, best BDSM Series, and best Hero. She’s a multiple #1 iBooks bestseller, along with #1 in Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary, and Erotica Thriller. With 19 books currently published, she has hit the bestseller charts twenty-six times in three years. Pepper is a Hybrid Author of both Traditional and Self-published work. Her Pure Corruption Series was released by Grand Central, Hachette. Her books have garnered foreign interest and are currently being translated into numerous languages, including already released titles in Italian and Turkish. Audio Books for her entire back-list will be available in 2017. Connect with Pepper Facebook ~ Twitter ~ Blog ~ Goodreads Google+ ~ Instagram Pepper’s Playground Facebook Group Hosted by
Happy Cover Reveal Day to Ker Dukey and K Webster!
Check out Vlad! Goodreads: http://bit.ly/2njyAXE Synopsis The Vasiliev name is a powerful one. We rule with an iron fist and we do it well. Being the eldest, I am Father’s best hope at keeping us at the top of the food chain. Everything I do has purpose. Everything I do has reason. Until her. I play my games thinking several moves ahead. Power. Power. Power. Until her. The next move requires I marry and soon. This will strengthen us and secure our position. But I am not to marry her. I am to wed the eldest Volkov. Problem is, her younger sister is the one who awakens my dead heart. It is her I want in my bed and by my side forever. Her. Her. Her. In this game, though, it’s not about what I want. But maybe it can be about what she wants. I am Vlad. Vile. Vicious. Villainous. Vasiliev. And I will win eventually. About the Authors About Ker: My books all tend to be darker romance, edge of you seat, angst filled reads. My advice to my readers when starting one of my titles...prepare for the unexpected. I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters growing up. My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light; some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling. When I'm not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I'm a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister. Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KerDukeyauthor Twitter: https://twitter.com/KerDukeyauthor Amazon: http://amzn.to/2rprBxb Facebook Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/darKERsouls/?ref=bookmarks About K: K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen. Website: http://authorkwebster.com/ Blog: http://authorkwebster.com/ Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/KristiWebster Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorkwebster Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorkwebster/ Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7741564.K_Webster Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/bllgoP
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Title: The Road To You
Author: Melissa Toppen
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25th
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Life is full of choices- of chances- of moments.
Chances we regret not taking. Choices we wish we could change.
And then there are the moments that define us.
Kam was my choice…
The one who stole my heart instantly.
Kane was my chance…
The one who set me ablaze with just one look.
They were my moment…
Two brothers that both owned a part of me.
Two brothers that I loved in different ways for different reasons.
One brother shattered my heart.
The other put it back together.
Both changed me forever.
The Road to You is a standalone contemporary romance.
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Lawn Boysby K. Webster A Taboo Treat Publication Date: November 1, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, RomanceShe’s lived her life and it has been a good one. Marriage. College. A family. Slowly, though, life moved forward and left her at a standstill. Until the lawn boy barges into her world. Bossy. Big. Sexy as hell. A virile young male to remind her she’s all woman. Too bad she’s twice his age. Too bad he doesn’t care. She’s older and wiser and more mature. Which means absolutely nothing when he’s invading her space. Just when she thinks she has a handle on things, she meets his twin. Double the growls. Double the intensity. Double the pleasure. Double the trouble. About K. WebsterK Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers. Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.
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PAMELA FAGAN HUTCHINS
Genre: Romantic Mystery / R-Rated
Publisher: SkipJack Publishing
Date of Publication: July 11, 2017
Number of Pages: 236
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Pamela Fagan Hutchins writes overly long e-mails, award-winning and best-selling romantic mysteries, and hilarious nonfiction from deep in the heart of Nowheresville, Texas and way up in the frozen north of Snowheresville, Wyoming.
Her What Doesnât Kill You romantic mystery series is Janet Evanovich meets Sandra Brown and a smidge of Alice Hoffman's practical magic, featuring a revolving lineup of interrelated female amateur sleuths. She is passionate about great writing and smart authorpreneurship as well as long hikes with her hunky husband and pack of rescue dogs, riding her gigantic horses, experimenting with her Keurig, and traveling in the Bookmobile.
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AWARDS2017 WINNER Silver Falchion Award, Best Mystery
2016 WINNER USA Best Book Award, Cross Genre Fiction
2015 WINNER USA Best Book Award, Cross Genre Fiction
2014 USA Best Book Award Finalist, Cross Genre Fiction
2014 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award Quarter-finalist, Romance
2013 USA Best Book Award Finalist, Business: Publishing
2012 Winner of the Houston Writers Guild Ghost Story Contest
2012 WINNER USA Best Book Award, Parenting: Divorce
2011 Winner of the Houston Writers Guild Novel Contest, Mainstream
2010 Winner of the Writers League of Texas Manuscript Contest, Romance
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ELIZA MAXWELL
Genre: Psychological Suspense / Mystery Publisher: Lake Union Publishing
Date of Publication: November 1, 2017
Number of Pages: 332
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In the deep woods of East Texas, Henry supports his family by selling bootleg liquor. Itâs all he can do to keep his compassionate but ailing mother and his stepfatherâa fanatical grassroots minister with a bruising rhetoricâfrom ruin. But they have no idea theyâve become the obsession of the girl in the woods.
Abandoned and nearly feral, Eve has been watching them, seduced by the notion of familyâsomething sheâs known only in the most brutal sense. Soon she canât resist the temptation to get close. Where Henryâs mother sees a poor girl in need, his father sees only wickedness. When Henry forges an unexpected bond with Eve, he believes he might be able to save her. He doesnât know how wrong he is.
Eve is about to take charge of her own destinyâand that of Henryâs family. As both their worlds spin violently out of control, Henry must make an impossible choice: protect the broken young woman whoâs claimed a piece of his soul, or put everyone he loves at risk in order to do the right thing.
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Praise for The Grave Tender, Maxwell's previous book:
"An emotional powerhouse of a story that will leave readers reeling from the beginning to the end.â âChristena Stephens, Forgotten Winds
"Beautiful and intoxicating.â âChelsea Humphrey, The Suspense is Thrilling Me
"Haunting. Lyrical. Beautiful. Dark. At times, sickening.â âJulia Byers, Books in the Garden
âThis is dark psychological suspense that skillfully inspires a slow-dawning dread. . .It will shred you.â -- Michelle Newby, Lone Star Literary Life
Eliza Maxwellâs Top Ten Books â and a Few Pet Peeves
When someone asks for a personal top ten list for books, I always panic a little. "That's too vague!" I cry, already imagining the amazing books that I won't be able to fit onto the list. "Ten books written for kids? Ten beautifully written books that moved me to tears? Ten books by women? Ten books by men? Ten mysteries that shocked me? Ten circus books? Ten books that taught me something about life, love, diversity, culture, death, parenthood, millennials? It's too much! I need parameters!"
My husband, ever the voice of reason, says, "Calm down. Just list the books you've read more than once."
Whew. Sigh of relief. I can do that. So without political agenda and without worrying about whether there is enough representation for the various amazing authors, stories, and voices out there, I've gone through my shelves and tipped out the first ten books (or series of books) that I have verifiably read more than once, most more than twice.
10 Wuthering Heights by Emily Bronte
âI have not broken your heart - you have broken it; and in breaking it, you have broken mine.â
â Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
9 Ender's Game/ Ender's Shadow by Orson Scott Card
âSometimes David kills Goliath, and people never forget. But there were a lot of little guys Goliath had already mashed into the ground. Nobody sang songs about those fightsâ¦â
â Orson Scott Card, Ender's Shadow
8 It by Stephen King
âHome is the place where when you go there, you have to finally face the thing in the dark.â
â Stephen King, It
7 The Wee Free Men by Terry Pratchett
âNow ... if you trust in yourself ... and believe in your dreams ... and follow your star ... you'll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy. Goodbye.â
â Terry Pratchett, The Wee Free Men
6 Rebecca by Daphne du Maurier
âMen are simpler than you imagine my sweet child. But what goes on in the twisted, tortuous minds of women would baffle anyone.â
â Daphne du Maurier, Rebecca
5 Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal by Christopher Moore
âYou think you know how this story is going to end, but you don't.â
â Christopher Moore, Lamb: The Gospel According to Biff, Christ's Childhood Pal
4 The Red Tent by Anita Diamant
âI wanted to cry, but I realized that I was too old for that. I would be a woman soon and I would have to learn how to live with a divided heart.â
â Anita Diamant, The Red Tent
3 Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
âIt has been said that civilization is twenty-four hours and two meals away from barbarism.â
â Neil Gaiman/Terry Pratchett, Good Omens: The Nice and Accurate Prophecies of Agnes Nutter, Witch
2 Harry Potter series by JK Rowling
"Have a biscuit, Potter."
â J.K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix
1 The Eyes of the Dragon by Stephen King
âDid they all live happily ever after? They did not. No one ever does, in spite of what the stories may say."
â Stephen King, The Eyes of the Dragon
As a bonus for those of you who made it to the end, I'll throw in a mini-list of Pet Peeves: (You're welcome. J )
5. Sitting in a warm seat
4. Putting peanut butter in the fridge.
3. People in my personal space in the check-out line.
2. Reading the end of the book first.
1. Duck faces.
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Eliza Maxwell lives in Texas with her ever patient husband and two kids. She's an artist and writer, an introvert and a British cop drama addict. She loves nothing more than to hear from readers. You can find her at [email protected]
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Title: Distrust
Author: TL Smith
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: September 21
She was a ghost, in heels.
She was there, then she wasn’t.
She would play with my emotions like a well-played guitar.
Then she would disappear. Making me want to strangle her.
Maybe she wasn’t a ghost, maybe she was the giver of sin. Because we sinned every time we touched, every time she was near.
Her lips were shaped like a heart, deceiving you at every word.
Her body was created straight from my fantasies, one I craved to bend to my will.
Her heart, well, who the hell knew. She kept that shit locked tight.
And I couldn’t find the key.
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The life I live is a dangerous one: I am an outlaw. A proud member of the Unacceptables MC. Our club is a family and we will do anything to protect it - and I mean anything. The dust was finally settling from our last war. I was sober, the MC was healing from our loss, and life was getting back to normal. But regicide cannot go unpunished. And when a newcomer arrives and threatens all that we hold dear...well, he better watch his back, because... I am Trent Laurence. I will stop at nothing to protect what I believe in. About the Author: I am just an average twenty-something following my dreams. I have a full time “day job” and by night I am an author. I guess you could say that writing is like my super power (I always wanted one of those). I am the lover of wine, sushi, football and the ocean; that is when I am not wrapped up in the literary world. Please feel free to contact me to chat about my writing, books you think I’d like or just to shoot the, well you know. A portion of all my royalties are donated to The Marcie Mazzola Foundation. Author Links: Facebook: http://on.fb.me/1fQ2eZI Amazon: http://amzn.to/2eUz8P8 Twitter: http://bit.ly/1gZdki8 Website: http://bit.ly/1dBeHku Goodreads: http://bit.ly/184qzveTHE CURSE OF SACERDOZIO
a tale of judicial conspiracy The Supremes, Book 1 by
GLEN AARON
Genre: Thriller / Suspense / Mystery Publisher: BookBaby
Date of Publication: June 1, 2017
Number of Pages: 275
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Praise for The Curse of Sacerdozio:
âThe Curse of Sacerdozio: A Tale of Judicial Conspiracy rings through with originality, a story that will have readers gripped from beginning to end.â â Romuald Dzemo for Readersâ Favorite
âThe characters are all wonderful, and some are more than what they seem.â â Jay Snook
âAaron has done his research!â â Jenn Jilks, Cottage Country Reflections
âThe novel entertains as it educates allowing the reader to be both intrigued and informed.â â The Nerdy Girl Express
âAaron displays a knack for describing and creating emotion in any event.â -- Sharon Kurack, StarryMag
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One Story: Trump, Russian Spy, and Supreme Court Justice
*Retired Texas criminal attorney, once incarcerated, pens new novel
*President Donald Trump weighed-in on conspiracy theory that novel is based upon
Successful Midland, Texas, attorney Glen D. Aaron II often defended criminals (between 1985-1995 in Midland, Texas). He experienced time behind bars himself along with a cellmate who was Americaâs highest ranking military officer convicted of spying: Colonel George Trofimoff. Aaron wrote a non-fiction book about Trofimoff who died in prison of prostate cancer.
Aaron led such a colorful life that he decided to combine tales, some fact, and some fiction into a total of seven books. Having served time on both sides of criminal law, his most recent novel, The Curse of Sacardozio, explores the murder of a Supreme Court Justice. The novel is loosely based upon the circumstances surrounding the death of Associate Supreme Court Justice Antonin Gregory Scalia (1936-2016).
âThe idea of writing a fictional representation of Justice Scaliaâs death came to me when it was reported that he had died on a ranch down by the Rio Grande,â Aaron said. âThe Feds had rushed in and immediately transported the body back to Washington, D.C. without following Texas law regarding the death of an individual in its jurisdiction. At the time, and even today, there are numerous conspiratorial theories about his death.â
Contributing to the conspiracy theories is the fact that no one observed Scaliaâs body; yet his death certificate was issued, nonetheless. Most relevant is that in February 2016, then candidate for President Donald Trump weighed-in on CNN saying that the death of Scalia was suspicious because the judge was found with a pillow over his face. CNN allows that a judge refused to order an autopsy. (http://www.cnn.com/2016/02/16/politics/antonin-scalia-autopsy-death-conspiracy-theories/index.html) Aaron states: âUnder Texas law, a magistrate has to examine the body, declare the subject dead, and issue a death certificate. In Scalia's case, the Feds swooped in and took the body back to Washington D.C. No investigation.â
Reviews of Aaronâs most recent book are coming in positive for exposing the American justice system, and he is available for interviews. Having been on both sides of the bars, his lived-in views are relevant.
Glen Aaron was born in Big Spring, Texas and raised in Midland. In 1962, while attending Baylor, he ran for State Representative from Midland at he age of 21. He lost that election in a runoff by 42 votes. Deciding politics was not for him, he graduated Baylor with a BA and moved on to the University of Texas law school. There, he won the Moot Court competition arguing before the Supreme Court of Texas sitting en banc. After acquiring his JD, Glen spent forty years in trial law and international business and banking. Today, he lives in Midland with his wife Jane Hellinghausen and two rottweilers. He enjoys writing and working with the Permian Basin Bookies. Author of: The Ronnie Lee and Jackie Bancroft Spencer Morgan Story, a tale of people, greed, envy, manipulation -- even crime; The Colonel George Trofimoff Story, the tale of America's highest ranking military officer convicted of spying; The Prison Experience; The Prison People.
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Title: The Unrequited
Author: Saffron A. Kent
Genre: Contemporary/Erotic Romance
Cover Design: Najla Qamber Designs
Release Date: July 13, 2017
Blurb
Layla Robinson is not crazy. She is suffering from unrequited love. But itâs time to move on. No more stalking, no more obsessive calling.
What she needs is a distraction. The blue-eyed guy she keeps seeing around campus could be a great oneâonly he is the new poetry professorâthe married poetry professor.
Thomas Abrams is a stereotypical artistârude, arrogant, and broodyâbut his glares and taunts donât scare Layla. She might be bad at poetry, but she is good at reading between the lines. Beneath his prickly façade, Thomas is lonely, and Layla wants to know why. Obsessively.
Sometimes you do get what you want. Sometimes you end up in the storage room of a bar with your professor and you kiss him. Sometimes he kisses you back like the world is ending and he will never get to kiss you again. He kisses you until you forget the years of unrequited love; you forget all the rules, and you dare to reach for something that is not yours.
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Thomas & Layla's First Kiss
Itâs Saturday and Iâm at The Alchemy with Emma, Dylan, and Matt. We find a table in the middle of the room and Emma thumps the big bag of goodies down on it. Itâs prompt night for the Labyrinth and Emma is in charge of producing the prompts.
âExplain to me one more time why you need this giant-ass bag again?â Matt says, taking off his coat and hanging it on the chair as he takes a seat.
Dylan gives him a disdainful look. âSheâs got her prompts in it, dumbass.â
Emma smiles in pleasure, her eyes on the bag as she looks for something. Itâs adorable how shy she is in front of him when sheâs normally so self-assured. Dylan and Emma have gone on a few dates this week. Turns out, Dylan loved the tangerine. I knew it.
âAnd why canât you show them a picture or something on your phone?â He bumps his shoulder with mine. âBack me up here, Layla. This freaking bag is a monstrosity.â
âI donât have a problem with it, actually,â I say. âItâs kind of fun to look at something while writing about it.â
When Emma told me about the Labyrinthâs prompt night, my first reaction was panic. I didnât think I could be a part of it. I wasnât prepared. I havenât even read all the books I own.
Reading has become a vital part of my life, now. In the past week, Iâve only roamed on the street once. I havenât been to Thomasâ house at all. I stay up late reading. Thereâs so much to discover, and Iâve been living inside this fog for so long. I feel like time is running out on me. Iâll probably die before reading all the books out there.
I try to calm myself. Iâm here to be a part of something greater than meâartâand I donât have to be perfect. The only thing I should be worried about is seeing Thomas.
Itâs been six days since I cried in front of him, told him my ugly love story, and sort of licked his hand, trying to taste him. Since then Iâve seen him all around campus, at Crème and Beans with Nicky, in the corridors at the Labyrinth when Emma dragged me to a play reading. Iâve even seen him in the park, at the bench, the one time I went out at night. He was smoking and battling with himself, as usual, and I was hiding behind the tree.
Itâs like heâs everywhere. My secret keeper. The one person who knows what I did.
And he is disgusted by me. He never looks at me. To him, Iâm invisible. Somehow, this hurts even more because deep down I thought he could relate to me, but he doesnât.
I really am a freak of nature.
The front door of the bar opens and in strides Sarah Turner, followed by Professor Masters and Thomas. The snowflakes swirl behind his back as he enters and the door swings shut.
âHello children,â Professor Masters greets us in a jovial voice as he saunters forward. There is a chorus of chuckles and Hi Professor around the room.
Without paying attention to anyone, Thomas breaks off from the trio and heads for the bar. Sarah throws him an annoyed look but Professor Masters steers her toward their destination.
Thomas orders a drink and sits on the barstool, his long legs straddling the small seat. He takes off his jacket, revealing a plain grey t-shirt that stretches across his shoulders and biceps. His jean-covered thighs bulge as he bounces his right leg with impatience.
The bartender sets down a chocolate martini in front of him and I look away, embarrassed. His weakness for chocolate awakens something raw and melty inside my stomach. I havenât thought about what Iâll do come Monday. Will I go back to class? Will I hide and never show my face again?
Emma gets up from beside me, greets the room, and explains the instructions. She digs inside her bag and fishes something out. âSo the first prompt is this bottle of hot sauce. You have to write a short poem, no more than twenty lines, with whatever comes to mind when you see a red bottle with H.O.T. written on it. Iâm going to pass this around for a bit so you guys can look at it.â
My first thought is that I hate hot sauce. Iâm more of a sweet-loving person. In fact, Iâm the only sweet-loving person in my family or the families Iâve had over the years. My mom, Caleb, my dad, Calebâs dad, even Henryâthey all shy away from sweet things.
The thought of Caleb makes me aware of the phone in my jacket pocket. Since those missed calls at Crème and Beans, heâs called several times, but I havenât picked up. I was hoping heâd leave a message or something so Iâd know what itâs about, but he hasnât.
Why does he keep calling me? As impulsive as I am, a strange fear is keeping me from taking his call.
Emma bumps my elbow and tells me to get writing.
Right, hot sauce. I nibble at my pen, trying to thinkâ¦no, trying to feel. How does hot sauce make me feel? H.O.T. Feel. Feel.
I close my eyes and the first thing I see is Thomasâ face. His beautiful, intense gaze. How every molecule of my body, every inch of my flesh burns when he is near. How he has the power to change the weather, cold to hot.
Gasping, my eyes whip open. Thomas Abrams is a fire-breather. He breathes flames and lust, makes me forget everything and say yes. Yes to obsession. Yes to stalking. Yes to insanity. Yes to licking.
With shaking hands, I begin to write and capture him in words. The pen moves and the words flow out. They keep flowing without my knowledge. All I can feel is the heat seesawing through my body.
Next thing I know Iâm jolted by Emmaâs clap and shrill voice. âAll right guys, itâs time to stop. Put down your pens.â
Murmurs escalate and the room breaks out in conversation, as Emma asks someone to volunteer their poem first. With flushed cheeks, I pocket my small notebook. While the entire room is busy, I get up and shuffle into the hallway in the back. I need to get to the ladiesâ room and calm myself down.
I rub my arms at the unexpected chill in the dank hallway and take a deep breath. My legs can barely support themselves. Is this how poets feel when they put feelings into words? Is this how Thomas feels? Itâs like bleeding. Itâs like running for miles and running out of breath.
Before I can reach my destination, Iâm being hauled into a dark, tiny room. I donât even have time to squeal before the flimsy wooden door is shut, and Iâm surrounded by a very familiar heat.
Itâs Thomas.
He has me trapped inside what looks to be a storage room, his hand banded around my elbow, pushing me back against the dank wall.
âT-Thomas.â Iâm panting. âWhat⦠Whatâs happening? Whatâre you doing?â
His chiseled face is a study of thick shadows and thin slices of light under the flickering yellow bulb. The only bright spots on his features are those fire-starting eyes of his. I can smell the delicious smoke rising from my body, can feel the sting.
Now that the initial shock is gone, my body sags, relieved to be the center of his attention after days. He sees us. There are things to worry about, I know that, but I canât muster the energy to.
âThomas?â I whisper when itâs clear he wonât say anything. âWh-What are you doing?â
His breaths are choppy, short jabs of air inhaled and exhaled as he stares at every inch of my face. âDo you still love him?â
âWhat?â
âDo you still love that guy?â
âI⦠Yes.â
âHow much?â
My breaths match his, succinct and sharp. I study him, this man in front of me. Thereâs a hint of vulnerability to him. His usually cool persona is frayed. Is it because I told him my story? Maybe he relates to me after all.
âThomas, whatâs going on?â
âHow much do you love him, Layla? Do you love him so much that you hate yourself? That you canât stand your own sight? Do you constantly think about how to fix it? How to make it better? How to be better?â
He isnât merely frayedâheâs coming apart. Naked agony dances on his features. Itâs too bright and glaring. Itâs too similar to mine, but Iâm not worried about that right now. Iâm worried about him.
âYes,â I whisper. I lift my hand and press it to his stubbled face. His cheekbone is arched and high, seemingly made of granite as it pulses beneath my palm. âBut Iâm so tired of it,â I admit, and his eyes flare. Fire-breathing eyes. I wonder why I didnât notice it before. Itâs so obvious now. They never fail to start a fire in my soul.
He crowds me against the wall, as if sinking his hard body into mine, but there isnât any touch involved. His frame sort of hovers over me, heating me up, jumpstarting my nerves. Iâm a mesh of live wires, firing lust and adrenaline. Iâm sticky as sugar and drunk as whiskey.
Thomas arranges his body and places both his palms on the wall, caging me in. The vein on his bicep becomes taut, a purple string tugging on my senses.
I watch him watch my parted lips, and suddenly, itâs the only piece of my body I can feel. My mouth, throbbing, puffy, swollen with the need.
âMe too,â he whispers, almost to himself.
I wasnât meant to hear it, but I did. Again, Iâm hit by a storm of desire to kiss him better. Itâs a tornado, an avalanche in my body, and in one breathless moment, I decide to go for it. Itâs okay. I can take the blame for it later.
I break the rules and reach up and kiss him. A feathery peck on his plump lips, itâs a kiss of solidarity, a kiss that intends to tell him I understandâbut one isnât enough. It only manages to ratchet up my lust. So I give him another, this time on the corner of his mouth, and then another one on his jaw.
Itâs not enough, these small, barely-there touches. I want more, but I wonât take it. Iâll be good; Iâll only give.
Abruptly, he fists my curls and stops me. I look at him fearfully, ready to apologizeânot for the kiss, but for being the kisser. His gaze reflects passion, stark, raving need, and I shiver, despite wearing layers and sweating with his heat.
âAre you trying to kiss me, Layla?â he rasps, flexing his fingers on my makeshift ponytail.
He couldnât tell? Blush rises to the surface and I know Iâm glowing like a neon sign. Swallowing, I nod. âYes.â
He inches closer to me, still not touchingâas impossible as that isâbut infinitely closer. âYou want to kiss me, Miss Robinson, you do it right.â
Oh God, does he have to call me that? Now, here? My spine arches on its own and my heavy tits graze the contours of his shuddering chest.
âH-How?â I ask innocently, belying the daring action of my body. His stern, professor-y voice is doing things to me, making me wild, uncontrolled.
For a second, heâs silent, just watching. Iâm afraid heâll back out from whatever this is, whatever insanity weâre about to commitâbut then I sense the shift in the liquor-laced air as he opens his mouth and growls, âLike this.â
Twisting my hair in his grasp, he swallows my lips in his mouth. He sucks on the shape of my sensitive flesh and all I can do is let him. I put my palms on his shoulders, feeling the heated muscles under the soft material of his t-shirt. His chest shifts and slides over my breasts, like a wave of water. I want to be drenched with it. I want every drop of his sweat, his lust on every inch of my skin. I pull him toward me so he can crush me with his massive weight.
He doesnât budge though. He stands there, unfazed, still devouring my lips, immobile. His tongue thrusts in and licks me from the insideâthe roof of my mouth, my tongue, my teeth. He is after my essence, the special taste that lives deep. He growls when he gets it, my flavor, and the pressure of his grip on my hair increases tenfold.
Itâs painful, but not enough to tamp down my arousal. I give up my attempts to bring him to me. Rather, I go to him. I lift my leg and wrap it around his waist. My hands creep up and lock around his neck. I climb him like an ivy, toxic and poisonous and shameless.
I press my body to his and kiss him back with everything I am. I pour my soul into it. For these few moments, I become a balm to his pain.
But it doesnât last long. My selfishness and my need for him take over. My core starts leaking and it becomes hard to remember Iâm only meant to give, not to take.
I rotate my hips, searching for that magical friction against the ridged planes of his body. Then I feel itâhis erection against my upper tummy. Itâs huge. Hard. A heated rod. Itâs alive, and when I move against it, I feel it throb. A tortured moan rips out of his chest.
Thomas tears his mouth away from me and even my soul mourns the loss. We stare at each other, gasping for breath. Iâm still clung around him and his cock is still nestled between our aroused bodies. I adjust my thigh around his hip, and it throbs with the small movement.
âDonât fucking move,â he tells me, emphasizing it with a tug on my hair.
âOkay.â I swallow. âIâm sorry.â
A pained chuckle. âFor what?â
âI made you kiss me.â
The legendary tic makes its appearance at the heel of my words. It drums on his jaw like a secondary heart, or maybe a time bomb. âYou did, didnât you?â
Unable to talk, I simply nod.
In answer, he lodges his thigh between my legs and presses on my core. Itâs an electric shock multiplied by a strike of lightning, and I almost burst into flames.
âWh-Whatâ¦â I try to speak but he increases the pressure, eliciting a moan from me.
âWhy?â he whispers, noting my lusty reactions. âWhy did you make me do it, Layla?â
âBecause Iââ
Again, he repeats his movements, reducing me to wordless, needy moans. What is he doing?
âBecause you what?â
âBecause I do this kind of thing. I-Iâm selfish and badâ¦â I moan, doused in shame and arousal. âI take what I want because I canât control myself. I donât want to.â
âAnd you want me, donât you?â When I donât answer, he tugs on my hair sharply. âYou want me, Layla.â
Itâs not a question, but still I nod my head. Yes, I want him. Iâve wanted him since the first time I saw him. I want him more and more with each passing day. I want him because heâs like me. Heâs in unrequited love and I want to save him, somehow.
His eyes shine with satisfaction, a sense of victory at my answer. He loves my desperation and it makes me hornier.
Weâre so fucked, my omniscient heart says. I agree.
âI can do whatever I want with you and youâll let me. Isnât that right, Layla?â He licks his lips as if savoring his own words. âI can tell you to jump and youâll ask how high. I can tell you to strip and youâll strip as if your clothes are on fire.â
âYes,â I moan.
He rewards me by grinding his muscular thigh and my cunt pulses. My lust-addled brain commands me to move, to chase the friction, and I do it. I slide up and down his maddening leg, digging my nails into his scalp as the pleasure mounts.
I feel the angry and rhythmic jerk of his cock on my stomach and I love it. I love the fact that Iâve shed all my inhibitions and am reduced to this, a lust-drunk puppet. I love that it gives Thomas pleasure. He isnât sad anymore, or vulnerable.
Yes, I love all that.
His pain has become my pain, and itâs going to make me come on his leg. I watch Thomas with hazy eyes. I watch the arrogant slope of his flushed cheeks. I watch his dilated pupils, his wet, parted lips. All the while, Iâm moving, humping his leg. Up and down. Up and down.
âOf course you will,â he rasps. âWill you come for me, Layla?â
I jerk out a nod. In the back of my mind, I know how wrong this is, how shameful, but I canât stop myself. As Thomas said, Iâll do anything for him in this moment.
My movements are haphazard now, jerky, epileptic. I want it so bad. I want my cum to gush so hard it seeps through my panties and leaves a wet patch on his jeans.
The graphic, vulgar thought pushes me over the edge. Hard and moaning, I come, just the way I wantedâno, just the way he wanted. I was simply following his orders. My mind is filled with cotton and shooting stars and static. I want to bask in it forever.
Oh God, itâs so good. So good.
The pressure on my body eases. I donât feel his muscles between my legs, and the harsh grip on my hair has vanished. In the wake of my orgasm, Thomas has let me go, and in turn, forced me to unwind my body from his.
Iâm still recovering from my climax, leaning against the wall for balance, but I try to focus. Thomas is watching me, intensely, his flaming eyes working double-time to take me in, his hands on either side of my head.
âDo you understand what Iâm telling you, Layla? Can you hear your heart beating? Is it trying to pound through your chest? Do you think you can control it? Tell it to calm down? Your hips are still shaking. I bet youâre still leaking cum, arenât you? Do you think you can control any of that?â
I shake my head.
âYeah, thatâs right. Youâd be surprised to know how many things arenât your fault at all.â His eyes bore into mine, as if telling me the importance of his declaration.
For a second, I canât make the connection between what heâs telling me and what happened here, but then I get it. Heâs absolving me. Heâs rendering me blameless for kissing him, for making him kiss me. I wonder if this absolution includes what happened with Caleb. Am I free of those sins too?
My heart scoffs. Are you kidding? We tricked him into having sex.
âI saw you,â I blurt out without thinking.
As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I know in my bones that this will destroy whatever kindness heâs harboring toward me.
âThrough the window,â I add, because I canât handle not being blamed.
Everything is always my fault. The broken vases at home. Muddy footprints on the tile floors. The missing bottles of liquor from the cabinet. Calebâs missing underwear. The fact that he ran off to college a month early and wonât even visit home. The fact that I shoplifted, drank and drove numerous times, crashed parties, broke my momâs ice sculpture.
Itâs all my fault. Itâs just like me to do those things. I want Thomasâ accusation too.
âI saw how lonely you were. I saw the anger on your face, the way youâ¦the way you paced around the room, like you were trapped.â The scene plays in my head: his frantic steps, his hands tugging at his hair.
Then the scene changes and Iâm outside his bedroom window. âAnd-And then you were with herâHadley. I⦠You were talking and you looked so sad and angry, and then she left. I kept watching your back and your shoulders. They were so tight and I could see the effort it took you to keep yourself together. Then you picked up a vase and I thought youâd throw it against the wall, break it, because I know your heart was breaking, but you held on to it. You set it down gently. You were better than me. I-I could never have done that.â
Nothing moves on his body. I donât know if heâs breathing, if heâs even seeing me.
âThomas, I-Iâm sorry. I didnât mean to see it. Iâ¦â
Then he shifts on his feet and the overhead light slashes his face into two halves of shadow and light. He appears beastly, like an animal with bright eyes and hard face. For the first time since I began my confession, I feel a tinge of true fear.
I can see he wants to do something, maybe harm me physically. His body is taut with violence. He looks bigger, enlarged with the barely leashed control. For a second, I think he does lose control. His hands jerk and ball into fists, but then he takes a shallow, choppy breath.
âStay the fuck away from me,â he says softly, deadly.
With that, he marches out of the storage room.
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Writer of bad romances. Coffee Addict. White Russian Drinker. Imaginary Ballet Dancer and poetess. Aspiring Lana Del Ray of the book world.
I'm a big believer in love (obviously). I believe in happily ever after, the butterflies and the tingling. But I also believe in edgy, rough and gutsy kind of love. I believe in pushing the boundaries, darker (sometimes morally ambiguous) emotions and imperfections. The kind of love I write about is flawed just like my characters. And I hope by the end of it, you'll come to root for them just as much as me. Because love, no matter where it comes from, is always pure and beautiful.
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A tortured soul meets a damaged family… A lonely man, a widowed woman, a carefree boy, and a broken girl… Can the four come together and help heal each other? Or will fear of the unknown and guilt of the past keep them apart? Her whispered prayers break her... At night, as she’s drifting off to sleep, I press my ear to the door and listen to her heart-wrenching pleas. Her words are agony to my healing heart, but I cherish the sound of them, for that’s the only time I ever hear my beautiful daughter speak. Since her father died two years ago, she’s grown quiet and withdrawn. Cat’s Valley was to be our new beginning, a place where my family and I can heal, but what we find there is so much more. Scars mar his body. Pain has left him in pieces… Four years ago, I lost the two things I cherished most in the world. They were ripped from my arms in the most painful and cruel way. Since then, I’ve kept to myself, preferring to stay away from the pitying looks and murmured rumors. Everything changed when she and her children barged into my life. It was an accident, and I don’t deserve them, but now that they’ve stepped into my life, I’m not sure I can let them go. *This book is intended for mature audiences, ages 18+. It may be enjoyed as a standalone! Exclusive excerpt from the pages of Whispered Prayers of a Girl: "I don't deserve you. I don’t deserve whatever could happen between us.” I want to object, but he continues before I get a chance. “But there’s something I want more than my self-loathing for wanting something I shouldn’t.” “What?” I rasp. “A chance to know what it feels like to kiss you.”
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Title: His Turn
Series: Turning #3
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Dark Erotic Suspense
Release Date: July 4, 2017
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I look her body up and down as I circle her.
Mine?
I smile a devious, deviant, Iâm gonna make you sorry you ever started playing this game with me smile.
And then I take her hand.
I lead her to the elevator.
We go up to my apartment.
I tie her wrists together with rope.
Raise her arms above her head.
And chain her to the ceiling.
Itâs my turn.
âWhy are you so nervous?â I ask Jordan. Weâre sitting in Smithâs bar. The table is elaborately set for a nice dinner, our glasses are full of expensive alcohol, and our cocks are happy. Why does he look like shit is about to hit the fan? âShe had a good time,â I say, sipping my brandy.
âYeah,â Jordan says. His eyes are glued to the elevator doors, just waiting for her to come downstairs. âBut it was sneaky, ya know?â
âWhat was sneaky about it?â
He shoots me a look that says, Come on.
âShe gave in, Jordan. We didnât make her do anything.â
âRight.â He sighs. âBut youâre what, just pretending we didnât have that conversation this morning? You know, the one where you said, âIâm gonna fuck with her head so bad, sheâll spin like The Exorcist?ââ
âIt was a joke.â I laugh. âAll we did was make her feel good tonight. She loved every fucking minute of it. Even when I choked her with my cock. She couldnât get enough.â
âThatâs because she was drunk on your dick at the time, Bric. But that feeling is gonna wear off and sheâs gonna run the entire night through her head, and thenââ
âThen sheâs gonna realize we know what the fuck weâre doing. Thatâs all.â
âNo,â he says. âSheâs gonna realize youâre just playing with her emotions. Like you do with every fucking woman youâve ever been with.â
âSo?â
âSo then sheâs gonna up her game, Bric. And this is gonna turn into a mind-fuck shit-fest. I like her,â he says. âMaybe more than like her, OK? I donât want her thinking Iâm like you.â
âYou are like me,â I say, getting pissed off. Why the fuck is he sharing her with me if he likes her so much?
But I donât ask that question.
Because I like her too. Just not in the same way.
âSee,â Jordan says.
âSee what?â I ask
âThat fucking evil grin youâve got on your face. I know you well enough, Bricman. Well enough to see the Machiavellian wheels turning inside your head. Do not play with her emotions.â
âWhy?â I ask, my temper rising. âIs she some kind of fragile flower?â
But then I realize this intrigues me.
âStop it,â Jordan says. âSheâs not a puzzle, OK?â
âThen why are we even playing?â
He huffs out some air. Runs his fingers through his still-wet hair. âBecause sheâs notâ¦â He trails off.
âSheâs not what?â I ask. What the fuck is wrong with him tonight?
âSheâs not my type.â
âOK,â I say, not really understanding.
âI mean Iâm not really her type.â
âHmm,â I say. âDo you love her?â
âNo,â he says. âDefinitely not. But I like her. I could see myself playing with her for a long time. And if you fuck it up, that wonât happen. You, of all people, understand how fucking hard it is to get a girl you can trust in this game. One who just gets you, ya know? We get each other, Bric. I realize itâs only been a few weeks, but we know each other. I just like her. And we have an understanding. I get to boss her around and be a dick, but she knows Iâm not a dick, right? She knows Iâll show up the next day and treat her nice and give her a gift. She knows Iâm just playing. Weâre playing.â
âItâs a game. Same as this,â I say.
âDude, come on,â he says, almost fully exasperated now. âYou are a sick motherfucker, OK? You know this, right?â
âThen why am I even here?â
âBecause weâre good together, ya know. Not great. Yet,â he adds. âNot what you had with Smith and Quin, obviously. But we understand each other. We work well as a team. She liked that up there.â
âSo whatâs the problem?â
âThe problem is youâre in a weird place right now and Iâm afraid youâre gonna take it out on Nadia. Donât do that, OK?â He stares at me. âJust beâ¦â
âJust be your back-up?â I ask, huffing out a laugh.
He shrugs. But thatâs it. Thatâs what he wants. Donât overpower him. Donât take her away from him. Donât make her rethink her strategy. Just help him keep her.
It takes me a minute to decide if Iâm angry or not.
I decide Iâm not. I donât give two fucks about this Nadia girl. And my goal really was to break her. So I shrug. âFine,â I say. âYou want a wingman. Fine. Iâll help you out, Jordan. But when I need a favor, Iâll expect the same in return.â
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JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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Title: Train Wreck
Author: T. Gephart
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: July 10, 2017
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âNo passion, no emotion, no originalityâa train wreck of epic portions.â
Those were the words to describe Eve Thortonâs exhibition. Not even a fine arts degree from Yale or her daddyâs bank account could save her from the scathing reviews. And failure was a word Eve would never be comfortable with. Not even close.
Plotting the demise of every critic whoâd written her off was her first instinct. But that would come later. Instead, she would show them that she wasnât a bored socialite with more money than talent.
She would prove everyone wrong, and she wasnât afraid to get her hands dirty. But when her journey for redemption crashed headfirst into Josh Logan, the sexy, talented tattooist from Queens, getting her hands dirty took on a whole new meaning.
Josh was everything Eve wasnât, translating on skin what she couldnât onto her canvas. All she had to do was convince him to share his jaw-dropping brilliance, and help herâseeing him nakedâa bonus. Then she could go back to her regular life, vindicated.
It should have been easy. Pity her plans had a habit of derailing.
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T Gephart is an indie author from Melbourne, Australia.
T's approach to life has been somewhat unconventional. Rather than going to University, she jumped on a plane to Los Angeles, USA in search of adventure. While this first trip left her somewhat underwhelmed and largely depleted of funds it fueled her appetite for travel and life experience. With a rather eclectic resume, which reads more like the fiction she writes than an actual employment history, T struggled to find her niche in the world. While on a subsequent trip the United States in 1999, T met and married her husband. Their whirlwind courtship and interesting impromptu convenience store wedding set the tone for their life together, which is anything but ordinary. They have lived in Louisiana, Guam and Australia and have traveled extensively throughout the US. T has two beautiful young children and one four legged child, Woodley, the wonder dog. An avid reader, T became increasingly frustrated by the lack of strong female characters in the books she was reading. She wanted to read about a woman she could identify with, someone strong, independent and confident and who didn't lack femininity. Out of this need, she decided to pen her first book, A Twist of Fate. T set herself the challenge to write something that was interesting, compelling and yet easy enough to read that was still enjoyable. Pulling from her own past "colorful" experiences and the amazing personalities she has surrounded herself with, she had no shortage of inspiration. With a strong slant on erotic fiction, her core characters are empowered women who don't have to sacrifice their femininity. She enjoyed the process so much that when it was over she couldn't let it go. T loves to travel, laugh and surround herself with colorful characters. This inevitably spills into her writing and makes for an interesting journey - she is well and truly enjoying the ride! Based on her life experiences, T has plenty of material for her books and has a wealth of ideas to keep you all enthralled.
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Dirtyby Michelle Horst A Damaged Romance Duet Publication Date: June 27, 2017 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Dark RomanceAbout Michelle HorstMichelle Horst is a Bestselling Romance Author who likes her books hot, dirty, and with a touch of darkness. She loves an alpha hero who is not scared to fight for his woman.
Title: Doctor's Orders
Series: Copper Creek #2
Author: Wendy Smith
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Sprinkles on Top Studios Photograph: CJC Photography Model: Mike Heslin
Release Date: TBA
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After an explosive end to his relationship, Drew Campbell heads home. Sparks fly when he meets local midwife, Hayley, and she and the young doctor end their argument in a way he never saw coming.
As their relationship grows, Hayleyâs torn between staying in the small town sheâs made her home, and moving to the big city with Drew. An emergency situation sees her on his doorstep, and Drewâs reluctant to let go.
Especially with the attention sheâs attracted from an unwanted source. One whoâs used to getting his own way.
The second book in the Copper Creek story also features the continuing story of Adam and Lily. Adamâs demons are never far way, and his past still has the ability to hurt them both.
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Wendy Smith published as Ariadne Wayne for 3 years before deciding she didnât want to be someone else all the time. Heavily influenced by stories in the media, she decided to try something new, and the Copper Creek series was born. With lots of love and a touch of darkness, her stories will twist their way into your heart.
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