Aug 22

*Spotlight* Vampire Creed by Rain Grey

Vampire Creed Tour

 

Book Info-

Title- Vampire Creed

By- Rain Grey

Genre- Paranormal Romance (17+)

Expected Publication Date- Late June

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Blurb-

Barnaby Blaine Rice was a Vampire born in the depression with a very special power to see who people truly were. After a long, empty existence of witnessing the darkest points of humanity, Blaine happens to encounter a beautiful married woman named Mary Slate. Unable to handle his love for the beautiful human, Blaine accidentally kills another Vampire over her and is put under a serious debt with the Vampire Council.

 

Blaine reluctantly forces himself to forget the woman and allows her to live her life without his intervention. It wasn’t until 50-years-later that the distant memories of the captivating Mary are brought back to the surface. Blaine has the pleasure to encounter the young Wendy Slate, granddaughter of Mary Slate after a criminal vampire keeps her hostage. Blaine got there in time to stop the criminal, but not to stop the beginning of Wendy’s transition into Vampirism.

 

As he was forced to sire her into this new world, he discovers that Wendy is the most amazing person he’d ever met. Wendy has to make a life-altering decision as Blaine has to deal with his blooming feelings for a woman who was identical to his first love. This modern love story introduces the most influential turning point of these lovers’ lives.

 

Links-

Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/30051631-vampire-creed

 

About the Author-

Rain Grey is a psychologist by profession. However, she has been writing books since she was fifteen years old. She loves anything supernatural and her favourite genres are vampire Romance and ghost fiction. Her home in England is close to the town of Stratford Upon Avon, where William Shakespeare was born.

 

Social Media Links

Goodreads- https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15218779.Rain_Grey

Aug 19

*Release Tour* Who I Am With You by Amanda Lanclos

Title: Who I Am With You
Author: Amanda Lanclos
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2016

Dallas Garrison was a normal blue collar guy. In his late twenties, he worked fourteen hour days, every day. He lived his life and never expected it to change much. That is, until an unforeseen circumstance happens on his ranch.
Once his eyes meet the sea-blue eyes belonging to Kennedy Miller again, all bets are off. Their history is laced with pain and Dallas is all too familiar with the torment loving Kennedy brings.
But what guts him most, is that she doesn’t remember a damn thing. Especially not the reasons she loved him all those years ago.

Amanda resides in the lovely state of Louisiana just a short drive from Death Valley aka Baton Rouge. When she isn’t head deep into a book she is spending time either blogging, writing, or being a mommy to two beautiful blonde headed blue eyed babies. Amanda never expected to be a writer, but one day that all changed when she saw a picture of a military man with both of his legs taken from an IUD in a war, and that is where her inspiration came for her very first novel Irreparable. With three books already out in the series she is working on the next as well as a Christian Romance about how to overcome grief and blaming yourself. Contact Amanda, because she loves to hear from her readers! Email: authoramandalanclos@gmail.com

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Aug 16

*Release Blitz* I Speak….Love

Title: I Speak…Love 
Series: A Different Road, #3
Author: Annalisa Nicole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
AVAILABLE NOW


One family of five… One life-altering tragedy… Three survivors. Each of the Mason siblings takes the outcome of the devastation three completely different ways.


When you live with a lifetime of lies, secrets, and regret over time it eats away at everything inside until all you’re left with is a cold, empty heart that’s fractured into a million pieces.

Stephen Mason has lived with not only one, but two life-shattering secrets since the day a car accident claimed the lives of his parents, left his brother impaired, and led his sister down a destructive path.

His number one rule since the accident: never let anyone get close… 

He only destroys the lives of anyone who gets close to him. He’s distanced himself from his siblings and the possibility of love. He’s accepted the cruel punishment of being alone with his secrets until the day he dies.

But fate may have other plans… 

Maddy Malone has lived her entire life knowing the fact that she was unwanted. Given up at birth, she bounced around the foster care system until she was eighteen. She’s learned to guard her feelings and protect her heart.

Good things are only meant for special people. When they happen to unspecial people, there are always consequences.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but can two broken people make one whole?

When you’ve given up hope and have retreated inside yourself… 

Can one truly speak…Love?

“’I Speak…Love’ was, without a doubt, one of the most beautiful and emotional stories I’ve ever had the pleasure of reading!” – 5 Star from Gi’s Spot Reviews


“The book is excellently written, has a fantastic story line, no plot holes and the best characters that I’ve read about in a long time.” – 5 star from 2 Girls Who Love Books Blog



International Bestselling Author Annalisa Nicole is an “Indie” Contemporary Romance author. She’s been married to her husband since 1996 where she enjoys being a stay-at-home mom to their two teenage boys. She was born and raised in Michigan, but currently lives in California. 


She published her debut novel Take A Chance in October of 2013.



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Aug 05

*Release Tour* Deceitful Choices by C.A. Harms

Title: Deceitful Choices
Author: C.A. Harms
Genre: Contemporary Romance Standalone
Release Date: August 2, 2016
Some lies you just can’t come back from. 
The damage is too deep. 
The effects are too strong, and the path they lead you on can be devastating. 
One lie only led to another as Lindsay tried to be someone she wasn’t. She wanted just one moment to pretend she didn’t live the life she had been cursed with. 
She wanted to live without regret. 
Live for the moment. 
She wanted to laugh and smile without feeling as if at any moment something or someone would corrupt that happiness. But all lies have a way of resurfacing. Those deceitful words can come back to haunt you, leaving you as the one heartbroken and alone. 

Zack had taken a trip with a fellow Navy SEAL. Just a weekend away to regroup. Never had he intended to find the girl who would jumpstart his heart. 
Only then to destroy it. 
But the shattered pieces of his trust weren’t the only things he left behind when he walked away from Lindsay. There was now an innocent life that had been thrown in to the mix. 
But Lindsay wasn’t the only one who lied… 
The odds were stacked against them. There was someone doing everything they could to keep them apart. 
But when the truth is told, and those secrets are revealed, they must decide if they have what it takes… 
To survive the deceit.

C.A. Harms is like any other addicted reader. She enjoys happy endings and HEA love stories. She hasn’t always been a lover of Romance and had once been addicted to a good Mystery. Just recently she has taken on a new liking and now is a full blown Romance novel addict.

 

She lives in Illinois and enjoys spending time with her husband and two children. You will always find her with her kindle or paperback in hand as it is her favorite pass time.

Aug 04

*Pre-Order* I Speak…Love by Annalisa Nicole

Title: I Speak…Love 
Series: A Different Road, #3
Author: Annalisa Nicole
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 15, 2016

“What an emotional rollercoaster.” – 5 Star from Jeri’s Book Attic

“this book was great from beginning to end. can’t wait for more from this author…” – 5 star Reader Review



One family of five… One life-altering tragedy… Three survivors. Each of the Mason siblings takes the outcome of the devastation three completely different ways.


When you live with a lifetime of lies, secrets, and regret over time it eats away at everything inside until all you’re left with is a cold, empty heart that’s fractured into a million pieces.

Stephen Mason has lived with not only one, but two life-shattering secrets since the day a car accident claimed the lives of his parents, left his brother impaired, and led his sister down a destructive path.

His number one rule since the accident: never let anyone get close… 

He only destroys the lives of anyone who gets close to him. He’s distanced himself from his siblings and the possibility of love. He’s accepted the cruel punishment of being alone with his secrets until the day he dies.

But fate may have other plans… 

Maddy Malone has lived her entire life knowing the fact that she was unwanted. Given up at birth, she bounced around the foster care system until she was eighteen. She’s learned to guard her feelings and protect her heart.

Good things are only meant for special people. When they happen to unspecial people, there are always consequences.

Two wrongs don’t make a right, but can two broken people make one whole?

When you’ve given up hope and have retreated inside yourself… 

Can one truly speak…Love?

International Bestselling Author Annalisa Nicole is an “Indie” Contemporary Romance author. She’s been married to her husband since 1996 where she enjoys being a stay-at-home mom to their two teenage boys. She was born and raised in Michigan, but currently lives in California. 

She published her debut novel Take A Chance in October of 2013.


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Aug 03

X-Treme Measure by S.N. Garza

Title: X-Treme Measure
Author: S.N. Garza
Genre: Adult Romance
Release Date: August 27, 2016
PreOrder Available NOW $0.99


X-TREME MEASURE: where everything is for your pleasure.

Daniel ‘The Duke’ Greensboro wants nothing more than to take care of his little girl. Being a male stripper and escort made that happen. He wasn’t looking for anything else. Until she moved into the apartment next door and turned his world upside down.

When Moriah’s financial aid is cut off, she has to find a new place to live and going home to deadbeat parents wasn’t an option. Finding a posh apartment in the heart of Houston was her only choice. She didn’t anticipate meeting hot, sexy-as-sin, single dad Daniel Greensboro…the neighbor across the hall. When he asks for a favor, she just can’t say no.

Then one night Moriah goes out with the girl’s from work and they head straight for X-treme Measure. She has no idea what to expect, until she sees Daniel, heating up the stage.

Seeing Moriah at X-treme Measure is shocking but it provokes him to give her just a little tease of what she could have.

Sometimes you find love in all the wrong places. Every once in awhile, it’s so worth it.

LADIES! Welcome to X-TREME MEASURE! Where everything is our pleasure! Now, the rules. You ladies know them. What are they?”


A man in his, what I assume, in his late thirties came on the stage, leather tied pants and shirtless, and still, good looking in an old fashioned way. Rugged and dark, he told everybody exactly what every chick in here wanted to hear.

“THERE ARE NONE! Bring the money and let these guys show you a good time. You know our front man, Duke, still looking for his duchess! Will there be a lady tonight to win him? Tito, our latin-lover only too willing to show you the goods. Harley, who wants to take you on a full ride. Sweets, the tall, black delicious piece of chocolate this side of the Mississippi, and Ny, you know who that is! He’ll cure any symptoms! Teddy, the man who’ll let you cuddle any time. Now, ladies, where there are women, there are men and we are only too willing to show you exactly where you should be. Right here, right now! Here’s X-Treme Measures cock kings of Houston.”

The lights flashed and five men slowly prowled the stage, the front man, wore a ball cap, leather pants and a tight red t-shirt. Each guy was wearing leather pants but a different colored shirt and they were all buff and—where the hell did they find guys like this? I mean come on! Only hot guys in Houston and they worked here. Besides my neighbor. He was hot as hell but I would never picture him working here.

Ugh. Why did I have to think about him right now? I shook my head and grabbed my phone from my clutch and looked at my social networks. I heard Justin Timberlake’s Murder come on and I just opened my Pinterest app when I felt a furious tap-tap-tap on my arm.

I looked up and saw Courtney, reaching back to retap my arm. I took her hand and said, “What is it, Courtney?”

I knew I sounded irritated but now that I was thinking about Daniel, my brain totally just fizzled. I hated thinking about him while at the same time he fascinated me. I really shouldn’t be fascinated. He was a dad and he was my neighbor. And today was my birthday, I should be able to have fun without having to think about his sexy as sin scowl and how it made me shiver and my nipples harden underneath it.

“Look!” Mayra pointed up towards the stage.

When I looked up to the floor, all I saw were men gyrating and dancing to the beat. Until I looked right into the eyes of the object of my thoughts. Holy.

“Fuck.”

“Holy shit, Moriah. He’s looking right at you.” Courtney, another server said as we all watched the men angulated their hips, pumping their crotches for the ladies in the room before dropping to the floor, and imitating the moves of sex. Driving the female population in here frantic and hormones to rise.

And there he was. Daniel…Duke. Holy crap. He was ‘duke’. And even though he kept up the routine, his jaw was taut and his brown eyes were so cold I’m sure they were black as midnight. And I just couldn’t stop looking.

He worked here? I knew my eyes widened at seeing him. This was so not right. And with the way my body was reacting to his hot dance, yeah, call me corny but that’s what it was. They were dancing and ripping their clothes off. Holy mother of God, they all took their shirts and pulled, ripping and rendering the material useless as they tossed it to the crowd. Daniel’s red shirt tossed right at me. Oh, hell no. I moved away as the shirt landed on the table.

My female parts were reacting to this man and everything inside me was turning into a burning fire of lust and need. The hot molten stare of his black obsidian irises seared into my skin, making my nipples feel swollen and heavy. My vagina was already pooling with arousal. His body was so magnificent. And when I looked down to his leathers? Holy shit. Was he hard? My hormones were going out of control. How could the chicks in this room contain themselves? Wasn’t their lady bits begging for that right there on that stage?

At least, for me they were. Daniel had been kind of short with me lately. I watched over Reighlyn and he avoided me like the plague when he could. I didn’t know if he was upset that I had talked to her about going out on a girlie day. Or about the hospital visit I had planned for us in a few weeks.

But watching him now, his milk chocolate colored irises burned black as they maintained focus with me. My insides churned. Butterflies ricocheted all over my stomach. I was starting to seriously regret coming out.

Why did I go out with these girls?

No wonder Daniel had this animalistic but graceful way as he moved. Working here, I bet it made him a sleek panther. A duke. A male holding the highest hereditary—in this case, highest stripper slash male escort—whatever the hell he was called. I mean, he would call himself that, wouldn’t he? 

But I just couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. He was truly a lethal weapon in this case.

The scene before me was erotic and my core warmed, the juices gathering between my legs and dampening my panties. My legs squeezed together. But there was no way I could move my eyes off of him. But then, my eyes couldn’t help but look at each of them. Perfectly muscled abs. The deep v leading down to their groin. When my eyes finally fell back on Daniel, this feral look came over his face and the women in the crowd just ate it up. His head shook with a negative gesture and his nose crunched with absolute fury. I bet if I was close enough, he’d probably be growling. 

“Moriah? You okay, girl?” Rosa, the ring leader of this little venture laid a hand over my arm. Only a hint of concern splashed across her face before she turned back to the show.

“Yeah.”

“Ladies, can I offer you shots?”

The guy before us had a tray full of different colored tube thingies. He wore exactly what the guy before us did and I had to peel my eyes away and when I looked back up to Daniel, he was burning holes right through me. 

I turned back to the group and we all took a few colored tubes, paid the guy and downed them.

The song slowly came to an end and my eyes met Daniel’s once again. His head jerked to the side of the stage where a door lead to the back.

I shook my head no because one. I didn’t want the third degree at why I shouldn’t be here. Like I was too young for something like this. Two. He wasn’t the damn boss of me.

I saw his nose flare, a red hue climb up his neck and his lips moved, saying, ‘Now.’

I knew he was serious. Most likely seriously pissed off. Maybe this was a super secret that he didn’t want people knowing about. Well I surely wasn’t going to tell anyone. The girls with me would figure it out, but I wasn’t going to advertise it. they would probably ask me a few questions before going on about their day.

Again, I shook my head. I wasn’t scared so much as nervous. He still had a strong effect on me. He had such a demanding presence it almost felt wrong to disobey him. Looking at him, he shook his own head before walking down the front steps with a panther-like swivel as he dodged the greedy hands. The women reaching out, trying to get a small touch of him. And he was heading right this way. Oh, snap.

He approached our table and it was so quiet you could hear a pin drop even with the music in the background.

“Moriah. I need to speak with you. Now. I’m not asking.”

I felt like stomping on his feet before throwing a tantrum at being told what to do. I couldn’t even look at him. He was back in the pants, thank God, and I could see in the corner of my eye his hands were right on his hips. And angry tension rolling off of him in waves. 

“Moriah? You know ‘The Duke’?” A shocked Mayra said as the girls with me looked between him and myself. 

“Yes. But his name is—

“Now, Moriah!”

His deep voice was rough as he waited with irritated impatience. I looked to the girls, gave them a smile, because I knew he would never hurt me. I wasn’t scared of him. 

“It’s cool. I’ll see you girls in a minute.”

I got up, Daniel’s hand gently slipped around my arm as he propelled me to the stage door, avoiding the grabby hands trying to get a piece of him.

He led me to a room that had a queen size bed, couch, love seat and a few things I’m sure were not appropriate for eyes like mine.

The door slammed behind me and he turned me around, my back meeting the door, none too gently.

“What the fuck are you doing in a place like this?”

“What?” Was he actually?

“Answer me!” We were now nose to nose, his nose flaring in anger, and a one of his fists slammed into the door next to my face, making me flinch. I certainly hope I shouldn’t be scared of him. 

“I’m with those girls. I work with them and they asked me if I wanted to join a night out with the girls from work. They’ve asked me a few times and I always had an excuse. This time I wanted to prove to myself I could have a life. Have fun. I didn’t really think we’d come to a place. Like. This. Besides, it’s my birthday. I deserve some fun.”

“I see. And did you like what you saw?”

I looked over his sweat slick body. The leathers low on his hips. Then my eyes landed on his crotch where there was a noticeable bulge of his erection. The length long against the thin fabric of the leather. Whoa.

I shrugged. I lost my ability to speak. He just looked so…sexy and incredible. His body was flushed against mine. I was a captive in his arms. With the burning stare of his searing me through and through, I didn’t care. 

“I will say this one time, Moriah. Never look at those men.”

Wait, what? My eyebrow lifted, the command surprising and unexpected. “What do you mean? They did what you did.”

“Yes, but the only man you need to look at here is me.”

“Conceited much?”

“No. Possessive.”

Possessive? I wasn’t a fucking bone to bury.

“Daniel, you are insane. Let me go.”

“Moriah.” His body stepped back, his arms still bracketing me between and his eyes looked over my outfit and his nose flared and then I heard a quick, “Fuck it.”

Then he had me against the door, one hand cupping my jaw and the other on my clavicle as his lips crashed home on mine. The dominant force of the kiss clearly told me who was in charge and in control. My hands found his biceps, curling…uncurling. Daniel bent, his hands leaving the wall and skimming over my curves before curving under my knees, lifting me high into the air where I felt the hard ridge of his desire pressing roughly against the thin material of my ridiculously thin flowy skirt and lacy panties. 

All the while his lips ate at mine with savage hunger. I couldn’t get enough. My hands slithered up his arms and threaded through his hair, pulling at the short strands. A hiss escaped from his lips and his hands slipped up my legs, cupping my ass. Kneading and sliding his hands beneath the material, touching my bare flesh, and moving my hips in rhythm with his slow grind. His mouth sipped at mine, biting my bottom lip before letting go.

“Whoa.”

His burning black eyes looked over the flush that i knew stained my body. I have never had a kiss like that. I wasn’t a virgin but damn, i might as well be with the way he kissed.

“I’ve been wanting to do that since that Saturday two months ago.”

“That’s a long time to be holding it in.”

“Yeah, well my hand took care of it every fucking night since.”

“Oh, my god. You didn’t just say that to me.”

“I could let you take care of it, if you want.”

My eyes widened at his request, if that’s what you wanted to call it. It was more like a plea, a demand. A command. I had no clue how to respond. I shrugged in response instead, not unwillingly, but I wasn’t going to beg him to do what i really wanted him to do. Which was seriously effed up anyway and I’m sure most of it was the adrenaline from the kiss boiling inside my veins, propelling me to act like a wanton right now. But he was still a take charge, bossy, alpha male. I’ve never handled a guy like that.

“I’m going to kiss you, Moriah. If you want me to stop then stop me.” His hand reached up to cup my jaw, his eyes waiting for a yes or a no. I was not going to tell him to stop kissing me so i nodded and his hand tightened just a bit, opening my mouth, his mouth descended, his teeth tugging on my bottom lip again before licking its way inside. Just when he had my mouth at the angle he wanted, he moved us, and God as my witness he was sure and strong as he carried me away from the door. His hand finding the base of my hair, wrapping the length around his fist until his hand was to the top of my shoulders. He pulled at my hair, my head falling back as his mouth trailed over my jawline, and down my neck.

My back easily met the soft cushion of the bed and my breath came up short. He leaned into my body, his hands now roaming my body and I had no control except holding on to him as he commandeered my body to his will. Daniels lips were licking and sucking a trail over the swells of my breasts when one hand skated up my thigh, pushing my skirt upward to my waist. His warm palm cupped my center, circling his fingers over the wet lace.

“AH!” Oh, holy mother, it was like I was on fire as his fingers pressed and rubbed at the sensitive nub.

“Fucking so wet, Moriah. This better be because of me, baby.”

“It is. Sweet baby Jesus, how could it not be?”

“Good girl.” His fingers dipped beneath the material, touching the hot flesh at my core before massaging the wetness over my clitoris in easy, light teases. My body took control and moved against him. Mimicking his rhythm. And when one thick finger found my wet opening again and pushed inside, i cried out.

“Daniel!” My eyes shut tight and then he pushed in two fingers. His fingers stroked the tender flesh between my legs. My walls clamped down around his fingers, gripping them as he slid in and out of me. My breath quickened, and when I opened my eyes, his jaw was clenched, tightening with lust as he pumped into me faster and faster.

“You’re going to come for me aren’t you? Your pussy is so tight around my fingers and so dripping wet.” He withdrew his fingers and brought them to my lips, painting them with my arousal. His hand dropped back down to my wet entrance, circling my arousal before pumping back inside. Scissoring his fingers inside, and my eyes crossed and my body trembled. His lips licked my lips and he breathed deep. “Mmmm…and delicious. when i taste your pussy for the first time, i’m going to get drunk on your taste, Moriah. I won’t stop until your body is shaking and begging me to stop.”

My hands tightened in the bedding, my eyes barely focused. He stroked my upper wall, moving faster inside of me until he was truly fucking me with his fingers. And i wished it was something else. I felt his erection against my thigh, and i wondered if he was going to take me. I could only hope he would.

“Love my touch, don’t you?” His mouth was against my neck and his fingers fucked into me with fast drives. “I love how you looked at me.”

“You do dance so very good.”

A chuckle ran out, his kisses landing on my neck and chest light and easy before he leaned up and over me. His free hand grabbed my hair again and held me still as his fingers became quick thrusts inside. A barely audible squelching noise came from his ministrations and my wet core.

“Come for me, Moriah. Your body needs this. Just let go, baby. I’m going to take such good care of you. that’s it, honey. I can feel your walls fluttering around my fingers. Let go, Moriah. Let me have it. Give me your pleasure, baby.”

My voice came out as a whimper as i called his name over and over.

“My name is so beautiful coming from your lips. Say it as you come for me, Moriah. Now.”

then my walls were clenching, contracting and then releasing around his fingers and i couldn’t control the trembling and tremors that passed through me as i hit my peak. My eyes shut tight as i let go, and my teeth captured my bottom lip as i pushed through my orgasm. It rocked my body as he continued to drag out the pleasure. the hand in my hair tightened and cupped my neck before he sucked the soft skin at the grove of my neck making me cry out.

His name a mantra flying past my lips.

One thing i learned…i could honestly say i’ve never felt a release like that. Honestly the few times i had sex, i faked it so it would be over and i had no idea how to pleasure myself. And here i was, with a master of seduction. Experiencing release for the first time overwhelmed me and my hands found his neck and i pulled him upward, my mouth colliding with his as i did what he did to my mouth. My hands pulled hard on his head and my legs trapped him and his hand as i gyrated against him against my own volition and i wanted him. right now.

“Moriah? Fuck, baby. You are so fucking hot, baby. No. I can’t right now, I’m at work. Fuck!” His hand ripped at the lace material, rendering it useless. “Fuck you feel so good against my hand.” I looked up to see him pocketing my panties into the tightening leather at his waist, then letting my hair go and sitting back on his haunches. His hands skirted up my thighs and flipped the rest of my skirt up, exposing myself to his gaze. “Damn, pretty pussy.” His hands massaged my inner thigh, before taunting the wet slit. Gathering my juices on the tips of his fingers, he brought them to his own mouth and sucking them clean. “Can not wait to taste this against my mouth.”

BANG! BANG!

Daniel’s face whipped over to the hard knocking on the door, a harsh, “What?” growled past his lips. My body was thrumming, desperate for more. But I knew it was in vein. He was right. He was at work and I don’t’ know what they allow here but having sex here in this bed, where God knows how many women have been pleasured here…ugh. that is not a thought I wanted. Has Daniel ever done this before? Here? Oh, god. This was messed up. My body felt depleted. I grabbed the edge of my skirt and tried covering myself but his hands tightened and held onto my hips, not allowing me my modesty.

“Daniel.” I whispered, a hint of embarrassment coloring the sound of my voice.

“Duke, we have a set in ten, you coming?”

“Yes. Now, leave.” The growling demand passing his lips and he looked back down to me. His body radiating need and lust and now I wasn’t going to find out. And maybe I shouldn’t have. The adrenaline was fading. I didn’t regret it, because let’s face it, I got off. I feel great.

“Oh, God. I need to go. This was—

“What? this was what, Moriah?”

“Not supposed to happen.”

“Maybe not, but i sure as don’t regret it. Do you?” His eyes gentled, his soft brown eyes looking over my body as he brought my skirt over my lap, shielding my privates.

I shook my head slowly. Because I didn’t regret it. I knew a sexual tension lied between us but i never imagined we’d ever act on it. 

“There’s no going back, Moriah. I only had a small taste and i sure as hell want more.”

He scooted off the bed, his hands cupping the back of my knees and dragging me towards the edge of the edge of the bed, my skirt rushing back over my hips. looking at him, Daniel looked right at the apex of my thighs and licked his lips.

“Just one small taste. I have just enough time.”

“I’m sorry?”

The next thing i knew, his hands spread me just wide enough for his head to nestle right between my thighs, his tongue licking a warm path over my opening and clit, making me flinch. Then i felt his lips suck at my clit, before flicking over my entrance, pushing his tongue as far as he could go.

“Daniel! Please.”

He sucked at the soft lips before going back over my clit and giving it his full attention. His hands fell away, but i didn’t pay enough attention as the sensations were running back up and down my body. another peak building. Bringing me right to the edge. My hands clawed at the bed, his name a prayer on my lips. His mouth feverishly licking, biting, nipping, sipping, you name it he was doing it to my vagina like a man drunk on lust.

“Daniel. Daniel! Yes! Oh, yesyesyes!” I felt the tension build until i couldn’t hold it in anymore and it was simple euphoria. A rush like i’ve never felt before ran over my skin, goosebumps breaking out over my skin and then i heard him groan, his mouth no longer on me but on the inner side of my thigh, where he clamped down, making me cry out with the painful love bite but it was like a shot of pleasure that shot straight to my girl parts and I whimpered out in helpless abandon.

He was breathing wildly and panting hard, quick breaths that i felt skate over my sensitive flesh. I was totally done for.

Daniel was standing, and when i leaned up on my elbows, he was tucking himself into the jeans. My eyes flew to his and a sated smile came over his lips. He helped me off the bed but i could barely keep myself up, so Daniel caught me, keeping me standing.

“You okay?”

“I probably can’t even walk. How am I supposed to go back out there? With no panties, no less?”

“Hmmm…you haven’t seen not barely walking yet. The feeling will come back in your legs. They just feel like jelly right now. And you won’t be staying here. You’re going to go home.”

“this wasn’t our last stop. They are probably looking for me right now.”

“Hell no you’re not going anywhere. I know the clubs that are around here. What are your friends thinking? A bunch of women trying to get you in serious trouble. And you are even wearing any fucking panties. I don’t want other men even looking at you. I can fucking smell the sated arousal on your pussy. Get your ass home.”

“Hey. No one is the boss of me. Least of all you, buster.”

“That changed.”

He was completely serious. And seriously delusional. “No. It hasn’t.”

“Once you took me as your lover, you gave me that right.” I almost flinched at the growl in his voice but hell if i was going to back down. 

“Uh, excuse you? Lover? Your dick came nowhere near my vagina. Therefore you don’t have any right. And even if we did, it still wouldn’t give you any right. that belongs to the man i will marry. and maybe not even then. I am not someones property.” My finger was poking his chest with each point i was making. “And with that kind of attitude, you surely as hell won’t ever get this again.” I gestured to my body. I walked around him, furious as all get out. Mostly at myself for playing right into a trap.

His arm snatched my upper arm then slowly and gently slid to the small of my back, bringing me closer to him. His nose bent and nuzzled mine before tickling a path over to my ear.

“You’re already mine, Moriah.”

“Fuck you.”

“I promise you that i will. And soon.”

“Ugh.” i slapped at his chest before folding my arms. “Let me go. Don’t you have a show to do?”

“Don’t go to other clubs, Moriah. I want you safe.”

“I was safe before you and i’ll be just fine now.” I pushed him, hard and he turned to open the door, one of his dancer friends hand was already raised, ready to knock on the door once again.

“Oh, uh. sorry, just seeing if everything was okay?” the guy was half naked, hot just like the others as he got a good look on both our faces. Which were similar as how we both looked ready to spit nails. “Need boxing gloves?”

I heard a tight growl behind me, but I ignored it. Asshat.

“everything’s just great. Jackass over here needs a cold shower.” I turned to look at Daniel and said, “Have a good night, Duke.” then i turned and walked out, going back to the group of girls who sounded excited and were begging for deets on the hot leader of the X-Treme Measure group of men dancers.

I heard him call out my name, but i didn’t listen. No one was my boss. Least of all him. One thing was sure though. I would never forget this night. Like ever.
S. N. Garza is from Southeast Houston, Texas, with her husband and two small children. She is a full time Chilihead employee at Chili’s Bar & Grill. Author of steamy, sexy, sinfully beautiful stories about strong alpha men and the women who fall for them.

 

When she’s not taking care of her family, or working her tail off, you can find her writing well into the night with her headphones on, or reading another steamy romance novel, attaining another fictional boyfriend.

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*Release Blitz* Tempting Fate by Kylie Hillman

Title: Tempting Fate
Series: Black Shamrocks MC #4
Author: Kylie Hillman
Genre: Dark Romance/Contemporary/Suspense
Release Date: July 30, 2016


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Revenge or the love of his life?
Her soul mate versus her family?
Whatever they chose, someone loses.Mik and Maddi. Mad Dog and his Angel. Mikhail Kennedy and Madelaine O’Brien. One without the other just doesn’t seem right. They’re made for each other; soul mates who’ve survived every obstacle thrown in their way.

It should be smooth sailing from now on. Mik taking his rightful place as the President of the Black Shamrocks MC with his woman by his side. Maddi free from the demons that plague her, finally back in the tender embrace of the love of her life.

Revenge. That dish best served cold. The need for it is eating Mik up inside. Filling him with hatred and blinding him to Maddi’s struggle. He wants to avenge every wrong done to them while she wishes to forgive and forget.

A life filled with love and happiness ought to be their destiny. A future filled with pain and regret appears to be the actual outcome. With the love they’ve fought so hard to protect at stake, can they let go of the past and stop TEMPTING FATE?

 

 

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PROLOGUE“It matters not how strait the gate, how charged with punishments the scroll; I am the master of my fate: I am the captain of my soul.”
William Ernest Henley

Revenge. The vindictive pleasure it brings has been many a man’s downfall. Its seductive nature, the power it imbues, the satisfaction that settles in your bones knowing that you’ve settled the score, is a craving that’s hard to resist.

My man is strong. Stronger than any I’ve ever known yet I fear his need for retaliation is going to beat him. The Club needs a leader they can trust, a man who sticks to his word, a champion of their code of honor. Me, well I need my lover, my partner, my soul mate to put me first. He needs to be the master of our destiny, the keeper of our fate, while I’m lost in my grief and confusion.

It’s not fair. I know it’s not. Yet, even knowing how much he needs to avenge the wrongs that were brought down on our head—the deception that threatened to tear the Shamrocks apart—I can’t give him what he’s asking for.

My blessing.

To kill my father.

Every fiber of my being accepts that he’s my soul mate. My matching half. The yin to my yang. We both acknowledge that our destiny was sealed when I was just a girl. However, if he continues with his pursuit of vengeance, I fear the outcome will do more than tempt our fate.

It’ll destroy our future.


CHAPTER ONE MIK

PRESENT DAY The wind and my woman at my back.

There’s no better feeling.

Gripping my ape-hangers, I maneuver my Harley to the head of the pack and accelerate. Fuck riding behind Timber right now. Fuck riding with anyone but Lainey. She’s the only person who matters to me, my sole reason for breathing.

I’m free. Jail is nothing but a receding reflection in my side mirror. We’ve survived our latest betrayal. Five months of fucking hell it cost us; leaving my woman to struggle on her own and me locked in a manmade hell-hole. Every fucker who conspired against us is gonna pay. I don’t give a shit whether they call themselves family or friend.

Mik was who they locked up. He was stabbed and beaten; bent and almost broken by a corrupt system and a plan put in place by a man he once loved like a second father.

Mad Dog is who emerged. Spiteful, nasty, bitter, and resentful. He’s hell bent on revenge; bound and determined to rid the world of every cockhead who’s ever done us wrong.

Starting with Beast. Father of the love of my life or not, he’s going to die.

 

 

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It’s said that only in our darkest hour do we find light. That may be true for the lucky ones. When your light has been extinguished and pitch-black bleakness has taken hold, you could be excused for doubting that it will ever be reignited.In the past when people mentioned Joel O’Brien, they talked about “the quiet one”. The boy who was the family’s voice of reason and their go-to guy for wisdom well beyond his years. Nowadays, they whisper about the “crippled one”. The man who radiates darkness, who wallows in his self-pity, and refuses to find a way to deal with the injuries he sustained during the war that recently threatened to engulf the Black Shamrocks MC. 

Sascha Koswalski is the light of her family’s life. With a smile that could brighten the day of the most hard-hearted, the single mother uses her innate exuberance to help lessen the pain that afflicts her physiotherapy patients. She’s yet to have a patient who doesn’t respond to her sunny nature and skilled hands.

Until Joel. The stubborn, angry man might be the one patient she fails. Unable to crack his protective shell, Sascha is on the verge of giving up when Joel saves her from a life-threatening situation. Buoyed by the knowledge that there is a man filled with hope hiding underneath his cold veneer, can the physiotherapist rehabilitate more than his broken body? Will she be the light that reignites his belief in himself and sets them both on the path to FINDING NIRVANA?

DISCLAIMER: This book contains depictions of graphic situations and is not suitable for all readers.

 

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Kylie Hillman is an Australian author.

Wife to a Harley-riding, boating and fishing, four-wheel driving quintessential Aussie bloke. Mum to two crazy, adorable, and original kids. Crohn’s Disease sufferer and awareness campaigner. She’s also an avid tea drinker, a connoisseur of 80s/90s rock music, and is known for lacing everything she says with sarcasm and inappropriate innuendo.

Formerly working in finance, she was forced to reevaluate her plans for her life when severe Crohn’s Disease brought her corporate career to a screeching halt. Restarting her childhood hobbies of writing and reading to alleviate the monotony of being sick and housebound, she found her calling and is enjoying life to the max. A typical day is spent in the “real” world where she hangs out with her awesome family and “book” world where she gets to chill with her fictional characters.

Kylie writes the books she wants to read. A lover of strong men who aren’t perfect and aren’t afraid to admit it, straight talking women who embrace their vulnerabilities, and real life gritty stories, she hopes these themes shine through her writing. An avid reader of all genres, Kylie hopes to release books that keep the reader on the edge of their seat- be it with suspense, romance, or laughter.

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Jul 28

Competing with the Star by Krysten Lindsay Hager

Title: Competing with the Star
Author: Krysten Lindsay Hager
Genre: Mature YA Romance
Release Date: March 22, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
The perfect guy, the perfect location. What could go wrong? 
Hadley Daniels’s life seems perfect…

 

Before the beginning of sophomore year of high school, Hadley and her family move to a beautiful beach town, where she makes amazing new friends and lands the boyfriend of her dreams—Nick Jenkins. He’s the kind of guy every girl swoons over, and it isn’t long until Hadley discovers some are still swooning.

 

A famous ex-girlfriend makes matters more complicated…

 

After some time dating, Hadley and Nick form a deep bond. But insecurity sets in when Hadley discovers her boyfriend once had a huge crush on her friend—who just happens to be the beautiful former teen TV star, Simone Hendrickson.

 

The past is the past—or so they say…

 

Hadley confronts Nick, who confesses about his history with Simone. Though he claims to only have eyes for Hadley now, it’s hard to believe—especially when she’s blindsided with the news that Nick and Simone kissed after school.
Now Hadley must determine who is telling the truth. Love, betrayal, friendship…who needs soap opera drama when you’re busy competing with a star?

“Lovers of YA romance will definitely love The Star Series.” Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews

“Hadley our teenage heroine has many of the insecurities, which inflict most of us at this young age…A lovely story, with some good lessons about friendship, self-esteem and relationships, perfectly pitched for teen/young adult readers.” From author Jane Hunt.

“…Hadley realizes is that even celebrities have their own insecurities, make bad decisions and underneath all that make up and the clothes they are just teenage girls hiding their own problems.” Review: for Living in a Bookworld (Greece)

“It brings to life the beauty of YA romance with all its uncertainties and possibilities. In the midst of all the drama, confusion, and romance, the story also gives off a beautiful and serene sense of family.” Readers’ Favorite Book Reviews.

“I love this series and highly recommend it to both teenagers and adults. For me Krysten Lindsay Hager’s books always mean a wonderful trip down memory lane.” With Love for Books Book Reviews

Then the most beautiful sound in the world came along—the final bell. I grabbed my bag and rushed out the door to my locker, where I ran into Reagan O’Hara, Nick’s gorgeous ex-girlfriend. “Watch where you’re going, spaz,” she said, glaring at me. “Exactly where are you in such a hurry to get to anyway? I can’t imagine that you’d have plans.”I could have said, “Off to meet my boyfriend, you know, the guy you used to badmouth me to,” but no, I took the high road and said, “Excuse me,” and kept going.

“Whatever, loser,” she said. My shoulders tensed. As I tried to ignore her and tell myself it was just jealousy, I couldn’t pretend that her words didn’t hurt. I had been considered kind of a loser at my old school in Goodacre. I had had one super close best friend who I did everything with, Lexi Irvin, and when she moved to Dallas, it was as if I had been abandoned. So yeah, I had felt like a complete loser in Goodacre, but now I was here in Grand Haven, with new friends and a new positive outlook on life. I had a new best friend, Charlotte Lidstrom, and had become friends with former teen TV star Simone Hendrickson and her best friend, Asia Milanowski.

It could be intimidating hanging out with Simone since she was popular, pretty, and famous. Sometimes I felt invisible next to her, and unfortunately, hanging with Simone sometimes meant spending time with people like Reagan or Simone’s other friends, Pilar Ito and Morgan Kemp. Morgan was the ultimate mean girl. I swear, even if she told me she loved my outfit and was hooked up to a lie detector test saying she was telling the truth, I still wouldn’t want to risk it and I’d go home and change. But today I was not going to worry about Morgan, Reagan, or any of that. I was just going to focus on my first date with Nick.

Until I rounded the corner and ran into Simone, who was waiting for me at my locker with Morgan and Pilar.

“Hey, Hadley,” Simone said. “Wanted to return your lucky bracelet. Let’s hope it helped me pass my math test.”

She handed me my heart and natural stone charm bracelet and I slid it on my wrist. Morgan looked down at my hands and made a face.

“Why are you wearing such dark nail polish?” she asked me.

My face got warm. “I thought the color was pretty when I saw it in the store. I’ve never seen this shade of purple with so much blue in it.”

“Guys aren’t into weird nail polish colors,” Morgan said as she fluffed her long curly blonde hair with her red polished fingers.

Great, so even my nail polish was wrong. Could I do anything right?

“Here comes Nick,” Pilar said, and the girls all got quiet.

“Hey, guys,” he said, coming up and nodding at them. I started to curl my fingers under so he wouldn’t notice my dark polish—the color that up until a few minutes ago I thought was unique and beautiful was now making me feel like a little oddball.

“Cool color,” Nick said.

“Huh?”

“I like the blue. It’s very you,” he said, and then he reached over and intertwined his fingers with mine. Take that, you dark nail polish haters.

“So are we all heading over to Scoops together?” he asked.

Simone played with a strand of her long blonde hair, but didn’t say a thing.

“Yup, we thought we’d go over with you guys,” Morgan said, smiling up at him with her gleaming white teeth.

Wait, what? No, not cool. This was our first date and I knew I’d feel awkward talking to him around a group—a group judging me on what I said, did, and apparently even the colors I wore.

 

Krysten Lindsay Hager writes about friendship, self-esteem, fitting in, frenemies, crushes, fame, first loves, and values. She is the author of True Colors, Best Friends…Forever?, Next Door to a Star, Landry in Like, and Competing with the Star (The Star Series: Book 2). Her work has been featured in USA Today, The Flint Journal, the Grand Haven Tribune, the Bellbrook Times, and on Living Dayton. 

Besides mining her teen years and humiliating moments for her novels, Krysten is a also a book addict who has never met a bookstore she didn’t like. She’s worked as a journalist and writes young adult, middle grade, new adult, and adult fiction as well as humor essays. She is originally from Michigan and has lived in Portugal, South Dakota, and currently resides in southwestern Ohio where you can find her reading and writing when she’s not catching up on her favorite shows (she’s addicted to American Dad to the point where she quotes episodes daily and she also loves Girl Meets World). She’s a big Detroit Lions fan and even has a team gnome she inherited from her dad. She received her master’s degree from the University of Michigan-Flint.
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*Excerpt Reveal* Rising Ashes by Annie Anderson

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RISING ASHES by Annie Anderson
Ashes to Ashes; Book 3
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Release Date: August 18, 2016
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West Carmichael is not my real name.

 

It is the name I pulled from thin air over five hundred years ago. I don’t come from royalty—I come from the dregs of the ethereal. As the King’s assassin, I have more blood on my hands than most. I don’t deserve her. I don’t deserve anyone.
But I will keep her safe.
Even if I die trying.

 

Evangeline Black.

 

My name sounds like the heroine of a historical romance novel – not that I read those or anything. My life so far: Dead parents? Check. Broken heart? Check. Evil mistress of darkness, hell-bent on power and thirsty for my death? Big. Honking. Check. But this mess won’t get cleaned up by itself.
I’ve got a job to do.

 

As these two reluctant hearts fight their pull, they must decide if they want to fall apart in the midst of the chaos swarming around them or yield to their hearts…
and rise.

 

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EVAN – 1928 – Los Angeles, CA
The first time I met West Carmichael, I was singing at a speakeasy in Los Angeles. My parents didn’t know where I was, and for the first time in a long time, neither did Aurelia. Hiding from a Seer is probably the hardest thing I’ve ever done, but a special cloaking amulet from a witch friend seemed to have worked wonders.
It was pretty. A sapphire the size of my thumbnail set in a silver filigree setting hanging from a thin chain that rests just below my collarbone. It wasn’t the nicest piece of jewelry I owned, but it was my favorite.
Maybe because it granted my freedom.
Or maybe because it matched my royal blue silk charmeuse gown to perfection. I used to hate dressing up, but this dress made me feel like a woman. It was an off the shoulder number with a daring sweetheart neckline – far ahead of its time. It fit like a second skin until it hit my thighs and then flared out like a calla lily into a delicate but short train. It may not have been the most comfortable dress I owned, but it made me feel like a sexy siren. Something that with my diminutive height, I rarely felt.
I was alone – finally alone even in this sea of people– after so much time with the ones I loved breathing down my neck. It was like a vacation. I needed something of my own. A secret, a life, something to break away from my family. Something that didn’t say princess or royalty.
Something that let me just be me. Singing was it for me.
I was ending my five-song set with a favorite of mine, an old Jane Greene song when I saw him. I’d seen him around town a few times, when I was shopping by myself or when I watched a boxing match at the Olympic Auditorium, a scandalous activity for an unchaperoned young lady.
But we’d never met.
He was handsome. I even daresay beautiful, if you can call a man like that beautiful. He was tall – taller than anyone in the room by nearly a whole head –and built so powerfully he made the other men look like pitiful adolescents dressed up in their daddy’s clothes. It was difficult to tell if his hair was as dark as it seemed in the low light of the secret club, but it appeared black in the dim. Dressed to the nines in a brilliant black suit, he moved with grace through the crowd until he found his seat at the only open table in the joint, folding his huge frame into the chair with the grace of a jaguar.
Papa had taken me to Brazil when I was just a little girl, and we saw the big cats roam the rainforests. He moved just like those jungle cats, scanning the room for prey and threats, watching everything with disinterest, as if he could take or leave the sights and sounds and people. As if he were bored in this raucous party that seemed to never end.
© Copyright 2016 Annie Anderson

 

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Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad.
 
As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, and old man of a dog.
 
 
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Jul 27

*New Release* Secret Love by Evan Grace

Title: Secret Love
Series: Love Stings Book 2
Author: Evan Grace
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2016
Publisher: Limitless Publishing
Competition is healthy. Except Carrington Carter can’t ever seem to win… 
Carrington has never been good enough, between competing with the ghost of a sister she never met and a brother who can do no wrong in their parents’ eyes. She’s convinced finishing nursing school will finally make her parents proud, until she finds out she didn’t pass her boards. Now she needs money, more than she’d make working as a nurse’s aide. 
A secret life of late nights and fast cash may be the only way to keep the news of her most recent failure from her parents… 

While driving to the hospital, she spots a gentlemen’s club, the Thirsty Beaver, and decides to apply for a job as a dancer. She’s danced her whole life—how hard could it be? The only problem is it’ll have to be a secret because if her parents found out, it’d be one more thing for them to be disappointed with her about. 
David “Damien” Michaels loves his job with the DEA. Posing as a bouncer at a strip club is just another assignment… 

Damien lives the single life, scratching his itch one woman at a time, while jumping his career up the ladder. The fact-finding case at the Thirsty Beaver goes perfectly until one gorgeous redhead complicates everything. She doesn’t belong there, and he knows it. 

One look leaves him mesmerized, and he realizes she’s gotten under his skin. He knows he should stay away from her. It could jeopardize her safety and his case, but when he can’t convince her to leave the club…rules no longer apply. 
Will the truth set them free, or will Carrington and Damien finally be consumed by their… 

Secret Love?

 

“Well, she did it again! I shouldn’t be surprised, really. I mean, I have yet to read an Evan Grace book I didn’t like. Secret Love is no exception and in fact it’s now in the running for my favorite book of 2016!!” ~Reviews From The Heart

“I can start in two weeks. I just need to give my current job notice.”
“Okay, let’s have you come in two weeks from Thursday. You’ll work Thursday, Friday, and Saturday nights. You get paid weekly, and of course you get to keep your tips. Any questions?”
“Um, no, I don’t think so. I appreciate you giving me the job. I promise I’ll do great.”
She smiles, and again the way she looks at me makes me feel uncomfortable. Maybe she’s a lesbian, and that’s cool if she is, but I’m not into girls. Oh sure, I’ve kissed one once or twice, but it’s just not my thing.
Before I leave, she takes me into the dressing room, where a couple of girls are sitting in front of mirrors that line the wall. They turn and look at me and then quickly dismiss me.
Bridgette shows me my locker and hands me the padlock with the combination. I hang my uniform, if the two little scraps of material could be called that, inside and shut and lock it. With a wave, I head out into the parking lot and climb into my car. Now I just need to go to work and tell them that I am dropping down to prn status, which means as needed and if I’m available, and I’ll still keep my seniority.
As I make my way toward Charleston, I hope that the extra money I’ll make will be enough. If not, hopefully a spot will open up for a dancer sooner rather than later.
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I shove everything I’ll need for the club into my bag: some makeup, makeup remover, toothbrush, and deodorant. On top of that, I throw in two pair of heels and my hair products. In preparation for my new job, I spent this past week getting my hair done and a mani and pedi. I even got spray tanned and waxed. Hopefully, the tips will be good. Otherwise I may not have enough to cover my portion of the bills for the apartment.
Bridgette called me yesterday to confirm I was still coming. Then she told me that I should get there early enough to get ready and be on the floor by eight. Thirsty Beaver can’t possibly be busy that early, but maybe Bridgette wants me to come so early so they can show me the ropes. There’s a knock at the door while I zip up my bag. I hear the door open and close.

A Midwesterner and self-proclaimed nerd, Evan has been an avid reader most of her life, but five years ago got bit by the writing bug, and it quickly became her addiction, passion and therapy. When the voices in her head give it a rest, she can always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include, Shayla Black, Jaci Burton, Madeline Sheehan and Jamie Mcguire. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, so if you see her wearing her headphones you know she means business and is in the zone.


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