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Love and Music in Texas, Book One
In small Texas towns, strangers come and go...
Left in a Stetson hat, on the steps of the local bed and breakfast, Avery Callimer came into the world on a wing and a prayer. Raised by loving adoptive parents, she's never lacked for love...only the knowledge of her past.
By day she works the Inn, but by night...Avery comes alive as lead singer in a band. Life was good...stable, until new guests blew into town.
Some strangers come with secrets and lies.
Lucas Bennett is one such stranger. Drifting from one mess to another has left him jaded. Doesn't matter the dramas are never his doing. Giving it one last shot to make a fresh start lands him Harmony's Echo, Texas and smack dab in front of the tantalizing Avery.
Despite his best efforts to ignore the burn Avery's ignited within, he's intent to keep his distance. Secrets have followed him. Secrets he doesn't want Avery to know.
Each time they're near the other things heat up like a brushfire on a dry Texas prairie.
But maybe, after the dust settles and the smoke clears, love can bloom with a fresh start.
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Nikki Lynn Barrett lives in Arizona with her husband and son. She's an avid reader, a dreamer, and loves everything about books. She runs a book blog, an online used bookstore, and writes various genres of romance. Nikki can also be found outside with her camera when a storm is near, snapping photo after photo. Her dreams of becoming a writer started when she was young, when she started writing books in one subject notebooks by the fifth grade. The Secret Santa Wishing Well is her debut book. You can visit Nikki's site at: www.nikkilynnbarrett.blogspot.com for more information. She is working on her next book. Nikki would love to hear from readers. Email her at email@example.com
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Do you love Erotic Menage Stories? Mary's Menage Whispers blog is hosting the first annual Menage Romances Fan's Choice Awards. You selected the stories which became the finalists. Do you love science fiction menage stories with aliens or menage stories with hot firemen. There's a new favorite here for everyone!
TODAY is the last day to vote for your favorites in each of the 22 categories. Tomorrow winners will be announced! Here is the link to Mary's blog post to vote: http://marywhispers.blog.com/?p=1397.
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Lacey Wolfe's Hot Bods series is smoking hot! The series is sure to have something for everyone. And now the final book in the series is out! Opposites Attract is a must read! Be sure to enter her contest below to win a gift card!
Opposites Attract by Lacey Wolfe
Book 4 in the Hot Bods series
Francesca thought she knew what she wanted in life until one stormy night when she got a blast from the past.
When Randy receives a call at his auto shop one night from a woman whose car has broken down and needs a tow, he never imagined he'd be coming face-to-face with his high school sweetheart. Randy has never loved a woman the way he loved Francesca, but she broke his heart, claiming he could never provide the life she was determined to have. That was years ago, but he's still bitter about the way she tossed him aside.
Seeing Randy again, Francesca realizes what a mistake it was to breakup with him. She'd like to try to rekindle the old flame, and she can tell he's still attracted to her too, but every time they're together, all they do is argue. Can she convince Randy she isn't the girl he remembers and that she can settle for love even if it comes without money?
Content Warning: explicit sex
Randy cleared his throat, hoping to break the tension between him and Francesca. The way she was looking at him, he was worried she was about to pounce. It was taking everything in him to not walk over there and kiss her.
Picking up a work towel, he wiped his hands on it and then directed her toward the front office. She walked in front of him and it was his turn to devour her ass. And hot damn, the jeans she wore were tight and molded to her butt perfectly. Her pants hugged her legs all the way down. She wore black boots that came to her knees. He wasn't sure what shirt she wore, because his eyes had yet to make it past her luscious behind.
Once in the office, he stepped around her, getting a whiff of a very tempting smell. He quickly sat and scooted under the desk as far as he could. He was hard and didn't want her to see.
Francesca took a seat in front of him and he now noticed her pink tank top that was cut low enough he got a hint of cleavage. Inhaling again, he wondered what perfume she used. It really was igniting his senses.
"I spent some time looking at your car today. When was the last time you had an oil change?" he asked.
"It's been awhile."
"I can tell. And how long has the car been leaking oil?"
She shrugged. "Not sure. I wasn't concerned since it was just little drops here and there."
"Those little drops here and there add up. You almost had no oil in your car. And I hate to tell you, but you have torn up your engine."
"Well, can't you just pop a new one in and it'll be good as new?" she asked.
"I wish it was that simple. Here, look this over." He slid a sheet of paper across the desk. "The top portion has to be done, the middle is recommended, and the bottom is optional. The price is on there too."
Her eyes widened as she read over the paper. She then glanced up at him. "This can't be right."
"I'm afraid it is. You haven't taken very good care of the car."
"I get it washed and detailed all the time. I take very good care of it."
Randy shook his head. "There's a lot more to a vehicle than just its appearance. You've got to take care of the things people don't see too."
She was quiet for a moment and then finally spoke. "I don't know if I can afford this."
He raised an eyebrow at her. "Don't you have some rich man who can pay for it?" He regretted saying it the moment it left his lips.
Francesca's mouth fell open and he could see the shock on her face.
"I'm so—" he started to apologize.
"I can't believe you would say that, Randall. You of all people," she snapped.
"Me of all people," he repeated. "What the hell is that supposed to mean? If I recall correctly, you dumped me because you wanted a rich man to take care of you. Tell me, how is that working out for you?"
Francesca stood up, placed her hands on her hips, and leaned forward slightly. As much as he hated it, his focus darted in for a peek inside her shirt.
"I'll have you know that I'm not the gold digger you think I am," she argued.
"I bet you refuse to date any man whose income level doesn't meet your standards. Tell me, why haven't you married one of them yet?"
"Why aren't you married? Can't find a girl who will have you as a husband?"
Randy stood and stepped around the desk. "I haven't found anyone else who can start my engines the way you could." He rubbed the back of his fingers on her upper arm. "Haven't you found a rich guy yet who can kiss you breathless?"
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Lacey Wolfe has always had a passion for words, whether it’s getting lost in a book or writing her own. From the time she was a child she would slip away to write short stories about people she knew and fantasies she wished would happen. It has always been her dream to be a published author and with her two children now of school age, she finally has the time to work on making her dream come true.
Lacey lives in Georgia with her husband, son and daughter, their six cats and one black lab who rules the house.
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I love sharing new authors with you. Today I have R. Brennan and her hot book- Blood and Fire. R. Brennnan blends a sizzling erotic story with horror! Check out her book today!
Blurb: College student, Francesca Morgan has finally met the Dominant man of her dreams. Kevin Stevenson is sexy, sure of himself, and knows just how to make her knees quake.
When he takes Frankie to her first fetish party, she is reminded being collared means her Master can do what he wishes with her, including offering her "services" for the evening to a sexy Dominant business associate he is trying to impress.
It doesn't take long for Frankie to realize their host, Bartholomew Andrews is nothing like any Dom she has ever served. Aside from his devastating looks and heaping financial fortune, Bartholomew can read her thoughts, and knows just how to make her body react.
Can Frankie keep her wits about her and serve at his feet without falling for him, or will Master Amazing steal her heart and her soul in one steamy night of servitude?
Be warned -- Contains elements of horror, BDSM, S&M, and a Dom/sub dynamic
Excerpt: We took a left at the end of the hall. Kevin stopped in front of an etched mahogany door. He released my hip, put his hand on the brass knob and faced me.
My stomach flip-flopped as his gaze dipped to my collar.
He smiled, and returned his eyes to mine, melting me into my boots. “Time to lose the protective layer.” He held out his hand, lifted a brow. “Coat, please.”
Oh, boy! Heat flushed my cheeks as I untied the belt with quivering fingers and shrugged out of the trench coat. Air rushed over my exposed flesh, raising goose bumps. Rubbing my arms, I looked to Master for approval.
Kevin tilted his head and folded his arms with the coat draped over his elbow.
His reaction sent my teeth in search of my lower lip while my gaze fell to the floor. What am I forgetting?
My toe dug at the tiles. Kevin’s words echoed in my skull--when we get to the party, you’ll be wearing nothing but those pretty boots and a smile. My eyes sought his, a smile of understanding curled my lips.
His foot tapped, the slight sound somehow drowning out the pounding music just beyond the door.
Focused on the expectant look in his dark eyes, my arms bent behind my back. I unfastened the bodice clasps. In a show of bravado, I tossed it aside. My nipples puckered at the sudden change in atmosphere, drawing Kevin’s gaze.
His grin widened. “Nice.”
Before I lost my nerve, I wriggled out of my drenched panties and added them to the satin garment on the floor. Standing upright, I looked to my Master. Shoulders back and chin high, I flashed my collar, pride blooming in my chest.
“That’s my little tigress.” Kevin reached into his jacket pocket and withdrew a chain leash. He clipped one end to the o-ring on the collar, and gave it a yank that vibrated all the way down to my toes. Holding the other end of my leash over his shoulder, Kevin turned the knob and pushed open the heavy door.
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BIO: R. Brennan is a subbie brat with a bitch streak, a single parent, and a reformed gaming addict. She works FT as an IT geek for the state of NY and lives in the rolling hills of Upstate NY (you know, where it takes a ten minute drive to buy a gallon of milk and the scent of cows linger in the air). When not reading or writing steamy stories, she enjoys spending time outdoors or travelling with her family.
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@Lila Munro- Good Ol’ Boys…Why I Love Them and Think They Make Fantastic Alpha Heroes~ A Lower, Slower Leap #sexy #romance
Today I'm excited to share with you one of my favorite authors. Lila Munro has quite the variety of books~ from BDSM to sweeter romances. You can't go wrong with one of her books. Each one has a sexy alpha hero and a compelling story. Today Lila stops by to share her thoughts on heroes with us!
Good Ol’ Boys…Why I Love Them and Think They Make Fantastic Alpha Heroes
First I’d like to thank Melissa for having me by today and thank all her readers for giving me a few minutes of your time today. J It’s great to be here and I’m thrilled to be talking about one of my favorite subjects…heroes!
I will never forget when A Slower, Lower Love—book one in this series—came out two years ago. I was so tickled because I’d had a really rough start in my career, had been to a couple of presses and quite frankly just wasn’t getting the sort of results I was hoping for in quality of service and promises delivered. I won’t get into the whole spill today about how I happened into Rebel Ink Press and will just say I was one of the five founders of the company and one of their first published authors. It was by fate, destiny, or divinity I ended up where I did and will be forever grateful as I fell I’ve bloomed as a writer under the careful eyes of my editing team.
A Slower, Lower Love was only my fourth release, but I’d made such strides in my craft I really was excited about getting it into the hands of reviewers because I knew after the careful attentions of E, Dawn and Sheri, I would no longer be getting hit for editing issues. Those days were over and I wasn’t as afraid of sending my work out.
People…sometimes we underestimate the power of fear…and as my Doms are often heard saying in my BDSM works—Fear is a good thing.
Never in a million years would I have ever thought to get a DNF notice from a reviewer who also posted it plain as day on her website that she had not finished it, but the worst part of the whole ordeal was why. She apparently wasn’t into the “good old boy network.” Um, no offense, lady, but did you bother reading my blurb or snippet before you said yes you’d like to see the ARC? If good old boys aren’t your thing…Delaware farmers should have pegged your do not review this meter.
I found it wholly unfair she didn’t finish my work based on her personal preference of hero type as I believe people should be judged on their ability to write a good story not on who they choose to play hero in their tale. And if they absolutely cannot give a fair and unbiased review based on that alone, well, my opinion is this, “You should not be a reviewer as you’re not subjective enough to do so.”
Regardless of our differing opinions, I learned a valuable lesson. I was entirely more careful who I allowed to have my work after that and ensured we were a good match in so far as content at least. If I got a one or a five was irrelevant—criticism should be a welcome thing, but DNF is simply unacceptable in my book.
So, why do I choose to write good ol’ boys? Well, ladies, I don’t know about you, but to me they are real men, real alphas. A billionaire is great if you can live on money alone, but I fear money is just simply not the foundation of a lasting love—you know the lifetime kind. I want a man with some skill past the boardroom. Not that I don’t write billionaires, I do all the time, but they have essential traits which would allow them to take care of their woman in the event of the zombie apocalypse where money would be utterly useless.
They must be able to start a fire with a piece of gum and a square of toilet paper and know which berries are edible. Being able to bring home the bacon and not from the grocery store is always a good thing, too. I mean, really, during a zombie attack, I’m sure the stores will be destroyed and we’ll have to depend on our own good means of surviving without the local butcher. My man needs to be able to provide the essentials by the sweat of his brow and the soil of the land—protection, food, shelter…oh yes, and lots of hot sex for that time around the fire started with the piece of gum and square of toilet paper…
So readers…do you turn down a good story because the hero doesn’t fit what your image of the alpha hero might be or are you willing to take a chance on the unknown, even if he’s a good ol’ boy?
A Slower, Lower Leap
Book 3, Slower Lower series
Rebel Ink Press
February 17, 2013
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When you’re the last man standing…
Not only was Logan Delaney the last of his siblings to remain unmarried and unsettled, his entire family believed he’d never find a wife. The baby of eight, he’s been dubbed an irresponsible player and told he’ll never amount to a hill of beans. And at one time, Logan may have been okay with those descriptions, but no more. On a quest to prove his worth, he’s spent the entire summer learning the family business, staying in at night, and saving his money. And if his family would stop meddling in his affairs and trying to dictate who he should and shouldn’t be seeing, he might just show them he’s found the one, Lizzy Jenkins.
And have a bad reputation to blame…
Elizabeth Jenkins had always known Logan Delaney existed, but he’d never so much as turned one glance her way until she handed him his butt on a silver platter in three sentences or less over the phone. After that it seemed at every turn there he was and the more she resisted the heat building between them, the bigger the fire got. Until his family interfered. And why wouldn’t they? Between Logan’s legacy and her baggage, they were a disaster in the making.
Can you be trusted with a fragile heart?
But Logan doesn’t run when he finds out about Colby. In fact, he embraces Lizzy’s special needs son and defies the advice of everyone urging him to leave Lizzy alone. But after one moment of weakness, Logan finds himself knee deep in a marriage complete with the little boy whose father bailed before his birth and Lizzy’s grandfather, who needs constant care as well. Then there's the man who just might be the demise of it all.
With a mixture of emotions swirling through her, Lizzy watched the same storm overtake Logan’s features which was brewing inside her. A veritable lightning bolt passed between them as soon as he’d touched her. She knew she’d always been attracted to Logan, but the instant heat still scalding her skin from his fingers left her unsettled. It was but a mere couple of hours prior she was trying to convince herself she could do with some sort of quickie sexual gratification, although she’d admitted it could never be with Logan, and now she wanted nothing more and the door to her emotions was wide open leaving her vulnerable and believing maybe they could have both. And just as she was trying to tell herself to stop trusting the lies her deprived body was concocting, Logan decided to try to convince her he might be interested in more as well.
Where was Logan the player and who was the imposter sitting across the table from her who could probably talk her right into his bed with one sentence or less and keep her coming back heartbreak on the horizon or not?
As her pulse slowed a bit, she turned to look at Colby and reminded herself why she couldn’t be playing horizontal Twister with anyone let alone Logan. And she sure couldn’t go letting Colby think there was a reason to get too comfortable around him. He seemed to like Logan and the Delaney herd of kids and she didn’t want him getting his feelings hurt because she couldn’t control her hormonal urges. What if she made the mistake of screwing Logan’s brains out, things didn’t work out, and that made it awkward to be coming around anymore? This was the first time anyone had really taken them in and welcomed them unconditionally and she didn’t want to rob Colby of it.
Lila Munro currently resides on the coast of North Carolina with her husband and their two four-legged kids. She’s a military wife with an empty nest and takes much of her inspiration for her heroes from the marines she’s lived around for the past fifteen years. Coining the term realmantica, she strives to produce quality romance in a realistic setting. Her genre of choice is contemporary romance that spans everything from the sensual softer read to BDSM and ménage. When she’s not writing, she enjoys reading everything she can get her hands on, trips to the museum and aquarium, taking field research trips, and soaking up the sun on the nearby beaches. Her works include The Executive Officer’s Wife, Bound By Trust, Three for Keeps, the Force Recon series, the Slower Lower series, the Identity series, and the Private Collection. Currently she is working on two new series set to release summer of 2013, the At Your Service line and the Steele Image line. She’s a member in good standing of RWA. Ms. Munro loves to hear from her readers and can be found at Realmantic Moments Facebook Goodreads Twitter You can also contact her via email at firstname.lastname@example.org and you can find all her works at: Amazon ARe Nook Bookstrand
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I love stories that chill and thrill me along with those that make me hot and bothered. Creak has it all! Check out the blurb and excerpt below!
(An Erotic Thriller)
By Elizabeth Morgan
“What happens in Silver Creek, stays in Silver Creek.”
After spending the summer as a recluse due to a bad break-up, Nicole Saunders agrees to go to The Heat Wave Festival with her best friends, Kacey and Tyler.
Along with three other friends they plan to take a shortcut through the small town of Silver Creek; the last thing any of them expected was to become lost and end up pulling in to a motel for the night.
The Creek Motel is isolated and the last place Nicole wants to be, especially after meeting the glacial owner, but her discomfort is soon forgot as she finally gives in to her feelings and asks Kacey and Tyler to spend the night with her.
A decision she quickly regrets when she discovers that their friend has mysteriously disappeared from her locked room in the middle of the night. Worried, Nicole presumes the worst, but quickly discovers that Jayne's disappearance is more disturbing than any of them could have guessed.
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Friday, September 12th, 2014
We had lost the sun about two hours ago, the helpful lights of the other cars and the freeway about an hour after that.
We had all agreed to cut through the small town of Silver Creek in order to knock an hour off our journey—a decision I was beginning to regret.
My face had been practically glued to the window for the last half an hour as I tried to figure out where the night sky ended and the ground began. It was pitch black out there. Not the kind of night painted in a mixture of dark hues with the added color jumping out once in a while. This was total and complete darkness, the type that seemed to move with us. The half moon and clear blanket of stars above had become our only indication that we hadn't just driven into a tunnel with no end.
The headlights of Kacey's green camper van continued to guide us along the narrow road and further toward Silver Creek, which I still wasn't sure if we had arrived in or not.
In the dim orange glow of the overhead light, I turned to look at Kacey. The blood had drained from his knuckles due to the grip he had on the steering wheel, and his plump lips were set in a firm line. He was pissed. I would even say livid. Which meant only one thing, we had gotten lost.
"Kay?" I said softly. "You might as well pull over."
His eyes narrowed to slits. His focus stuck to the ongoing road. "No."
"It’s pitch black. There are no lights anywhere. No sign of life. Pull over, and let's all spend the night in the van. We can set off early tomorrow, when we can actually see, and figure out where the hell we are exactly."
He may have been a mechanic, but puncturing a tire or crashing into a tree was the last thing any of us needed.
"There's a Motel."
I looked at the surrounding darkness with wide eyes. "I don't see one."
He turned the GPS we had attached to the dashboard toward me, and pointed at a small blue square. "It should be here somewhere."
I stared at the small screen and then back out the front window. Who the hell would put a motel out here? Then again, I suppose if it’s a small trade town, and people did cut through like we’re doing….
"There's the fucker." Kacey declared and put his foot on the gas.
The van jolted as we went over a bump in the road, and a groan came from the back. "What the hell, Kay?" I turned to see Tyler rubbing the back of his head, and looking at us through hooded lids. "Are we there yet?"
I shook my head. "We're lost."
"We're not lost." Kacey stated sharply. "I came down the right route. It's just fucking taking forever because I have to go at a tortoise pace because some stupid asshole didn't think about putting up lights on this shitty back road."
Tyler yawned. "So, we're lost?"
Kacey growled. "We'll stop here and set off in the morning."
I looked back out at the road and watched the speck of light that had suddenly emerged from nowhere, growing bigger and bigger, and finally forming in to a readable size and shape.
The tall sign to the "Creek Motel" flickered in the on-going darkness. The faulty light to the isolated establishment appeared to be the only indication that actual people lived in the area. After an hour of nothing but darkness, the sight caused a pop of relief to tickle my stomach.
Kacey slowed and turned the van in to the small parking lot.
Apart from the two cars sitting along the front of the L-shaped building, the only other sign that the motel operated came from the dull light seeping through the curtains of a few rooms. The van filled with soft groans as Tyler woke up the others and Kacey maneuvered into a free space.
"Are you kidding me?" Disgust leaked in to Jayne's sleep-filled voice.
Kacey scrubbed his hands down his face. "What did you expect, the Hilton?"
"I expected to be in a packed parking lot with tons of people, and lights and loud music." She yawned. "Where are we?"
He cut the engine, and slid out of his seatbelt. "We're stopping here for the night."
"Where is here?"
"We're in Silver Creek."
"Yeah, which is just another name for we're in the middle of fucking nowhere."
Kacey twisted in his seat. "Look, it's too dark. So we're stopping here. We'll set off in the morning and be at the festival in no time. Deal with it."
Dry laughter scraped her throat. "You're so grumpy. Jesus. It's not my fault we had to set off at half past five. We should have set off tomorrow morning."
Kacey popped his jaw, and slid a look at me. "I'll go get us signed in, shall I?"
"I'll come with you." I pushed the door open, and climbed out of the van.
I pulled my jacket tightly around me as we made our way across the rough gravel ground toward the entrance. In the silence, I could hear each small gust of wind whipping around the solitary building.
I followed Kacey through the open doorway in to the dingy, snug reception, which had bare brick walls with old photographs lining them and a heavily worn and scratched wooden floor. Kacey hit the small brass bell sitting on the reception desk and we both stood looking at the closed office door.
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Elizabeth lives in a small country village in Cheshire, England, with two cats. You will always find her on the computer, blasting music and writing away. She started life wanting to be an actress because she loved performing. She enjoyed nothing more than being able to make people laugh, to distract them from reality for a few hours. She studied Musical Theatre in college, but during her second year, her mind started to overflow with ideas for scripts and she began writing plays. Slowly over the following three years, she was writing more and more, channeling her imagination into more detailed manuscripts...
Here she is, years later, hiding away like a hermit, writing like crazy and loving every minute of it.
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As I've shared with you before, I'm a huge closet Sailor Moon fan. After all, who would think that a mature woman such as myself would enjoy watching a children's television show? I started watching with my children who quickly fell in love with the quirky characters. Each one of the girls had special powers that were unique to her. Sailor Moon/Serena was often silly, lazy and boy crazy! All the things that most girls are. In my previous post, I spoke about episode 5 where Ami is almost captured during a computer class she was taking. Today I want to share with you the lesson I learned from Sailor Mars.
Rei lives at Cherry Hill Temple with her grandfather. He is quite a character in himself. It is as if he has no filter on his mouth. Everything that he thinks comes out his lips! Yet, Rei is a hard worker, caring for him and making sure that the temple is successful.
She has a fiery temper and sometimes lets that get the best of her in her dealings with others, especially her grandfather. But she loves him unconditionally. Loving family is an important trait to have. As we grow up, we want to be seen as our own adults, yet we will always be a part of our family. They are the ones you will rely on and they will in turn rely on you. Rei shows this with her interactions toward her grandfather. It is an important lesson that most of us lose as society has caused us to live farther from our families. Grandparents are the link to your family's history and the link to your own past. Loving them can be challenging but they deserve it.
Below is the link to episode 7 where we meet Rei and her grandfather, as well as see how the Negaverse is after energy yet again.
I love stories about lost loves. Life in Suitcases is a sweet story about two people who were best friends, only to lose touch. When they find each other again, sparks fly. What a wonderful dream that you can go back and find the love of your life when you lost them before.
Life in Suitcases by Melissa Kendall
After a tragedy changes the course of Elise Morgan’s life leaving her without a family and in foster care, she meets Anthony Scott. It doesn’t take long for them to become fast friends and they do everything together. When Elise manages to get a scholarship to college and Anthony doesn’t. They find themselves separated. As the years pass, they lose touch.
Feeling restless with her life, Elise sets about trying to find what is missing in her life. After breaking up with her boyfriend she takes a trip home hoping to find a sense of peace. One hug reveals that what Elise thought she was missing wasn’t a place or a thing it was a person.
Can she find true love with the one man she thought she might never see again?
At thirteen, I was too old for most people to consider adopting. No matter how hard Mary looked, she couldn’t find me a foster home. I went from having everything to having nothing. My parents weren’t well off. They were just your average middle-income family with a mortgage. Once the house was sold and all the debts were paid, I wasn’t left with much. There was just enough money to buy a second-hand car when I was old enough and two suitcases full of personal possessions, including a few photo albums. That was all my thirteen years of life added up to: two suitcases.
My first few weeks at Abbott’s were probably the worst of my life. I spent my days just going through the motions at school. At night, I would cry in bed until sleep finally claimed me. After about three weeks of feeling as if I was drowning in a never-ending pit of despair, I met Anthony. I felt the bed dip behind me one night as I was lying on my side and sobbing particularly hard. I was so upset I didn’t immediately register that it meant someone was lying with me. Then I felt an arm wrap around me and heard a soothing voice in my ear telling me everything was going to be okay.
When I woke up the following morning, I rolled over to see just who had climbed into bed with me. A skinny boy with short brown hair grinned at me.
“Anthony Scott.” He held his hand out.
“Elise Morgan,” I replied. “Thanks for last night.”
We talked for a little while longer, getting to know one another. Anthony was the same age as me, but had been at Abbott’s since he was six. His parents were drug addicts, which caused his removal from their care. After telling him how sorry I was that had happened, I explained my story. It was still so hard to talk about, but I got through it and only cried a little bit.
After that day, Anthony and I were inseparable. We were the best of friends. We did everything together. When I tried ballet, he did too, no matter how much teasing he got from the other boys. When he took up guitar, so did I, even though I sucked at it. Barely a day went by that we didn’t see or speak to each other at least a hundred times. I doubt I would have survived my teenage years if it weren’t for my best friend.
Though the days were fairly easy to survive, the nights were always tough. Curled up in bed alone, the reality would hit the hardest. Memories of families lost and dreams of what could have been plagued each of our thoughts. We spent many a night in each other’s beds providing comfort. Those were always the nights I slept best.
For five years, it was Anthony and me against the world.
All that changed senior year. Anthony and I had both been working toward Cornell. We were in all the same AP classes and had the same GPA. We both applied for scholarships, knowing that was the only way we’d ever get to go to college. When I got a scholarship and he didn’t, reality came crashing down around us. I told him I wasn’t going without him, that it had been our dream. Anthony, always the strong one, told me I needed to go follow my dreams, that I deserved to go to Cornell, and he wasn’t going to let me waste my one chance to get the hell out of San Francisco.
After graduation, we agreed to have one last hoorah over the summer before heading off on our separate paths. We had the best time. We found a little apartment in the city. It was really only big enough for one person, but since it would just be Anthony’s apartment come fall, I didn’t mind it being a bit cramped.
We did everything we ever wanted to do together that summer. We visited museums and art galleries, rode the cable cars, and spent hours upon hours running around Fisherman’s Wharf. We even went to the beach and the zoo.
All the while, our separation loomed. It was constantly present in our thoughts, as if we knew it was going to be our last summer together. We were heading in two different directions come September and might never see one another again.
On a sunny day in the middle of August, I packed my two suitcases and a duffle bag into the back of the beat-up truck I purchased with the money left from Mom and Dad’s estate.
There, in front of Anthony’s apartment building, I said good-bye to my best friend and the closest thing I had to family. Hugging him tightly, I resisted as best I could the tears threatening to fall.
We said I love you and promised to stay in touch and visit when we could. With a kiss on the cheek and yet another hug, he told me to go spread my wings and become the beautiful butterfly he had always known me to be.
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Melissa is a 37 year-old stay at home mum and part-time Software Support Consultant. She lives in Perth Western Australia the most isolated capital city in the world.
She’s always loved to read and write and spent most of her teens scribbling poetry and short stories on any scrap of paper she could get her hands on. Over the years as daily life pressures got in the way she lost the passion for it. After her son was born, she discovered online books and her interest in writing was rekindled. It has been a large part of her life ever since.
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I had the pleasure of being nominated for the Liebster Award by the amazing T. Michelle Nelson. T. Michelle's book, The Life and Death of Lily Drake is outstanding. Check out her books including her latest cover reveal here.
So how does the Liebster Award work? Here are the rules:
Thank the person who nominated you. (Thank you T. Michelle! You are such a great friend!!) Post eleven random facts about yourself. Answer the eleven questions asked by the person who nominated you. Think of a new set of eleven questions and nominate eleven others to answer them. ( T. Michelle's questions and answers can be read here.)
Here are just the facts...
1. I actually graduated high school at 16 years old then started community college.
2. I caused quite the scandal by marrying one of my students' sexy fathers.
3. I almost lost my driving license when I was 17 because of too many speeding tickets-- hence the nickname- Mario.
4. My dad taught me to ice fish and shoot. But that was because he didn't have a son.
5. I used to work in a Nursing Home and can change the bed sheets while a patient is still in bed or insert a catheter.
6. I wanted to be a medical examiner like Quincy Jones when I was younger.
7. I have two tattoos and six piercings in my ears.
8. I swear like a sailor when I'm upset and embarrassed.
9. I was married in the same Vegas chapel as Jon Bon Jovi.
10. I can twist my arm so it looks like my elbow is bending the other way.
11. In anatomy class, I put the cow eyeball on the antenna of my professor's car as a joke.
Now to answer T. Michelle’s questions:
1. What's your biggest fear?
~My biggest fear is for something to happen to my children. I think that's every parent's fear.
2. Who is the most annoying character you've ever encountered in a book, on tv or in a movie?
~I currently can't stand to watch Bob Schieffer on Face the Nation. He makes me crazy with his interviews of politicians and leaders.
3. If you were on death row, what would you choose for a final meal?
~Tough choice. I would love to have a nice steak with mushrooms and garlic mashed potatoes. Of course I'd love dessert too. Or maybe that should be two desserts. After all, no need to worry about my weight.
4. What is your biggest pet peeve?
~People who drive really slow. I can't stand being behind people who are unable to drive.
5. If you knew you could get away with anything without consequence, what would you do?
~I would probably rob a bank. I'd love to not have to worry about money.
6. What is your biggest regret in life?
~My biggest regret is that I never got to say goodbye to my mom or grandparents before they died. I would have loved to tell them how much they meant to me.
7. If you had Doctor Who's TARDIS, what time would you travel to? 1979.
~I was in high school and enjoyed those years of no responsibility. It would also be nice to give my old self some advice. :)
9. What is the best present you ever received?
~My husband got me a teddy bear for my birthday the first year we were dating. I was going through a rough spell. He told me that the bear was to snuggle with at night because he couldn't be there and that the bear would protect and watch over me.
10. What's your secret guilty pleasure movie you don't want to admit you love?
~ I love Valley Girl. The music and the storyline is classic 1980's. It's got a young and hot Nic Cage as well as some of the best songs.
11. What is your most prized material possession?
~ My most prized material possession is my wedding ring. It was my husband's grandparents. He really admired them and when we were getting married, his parents gave him the ring to propose to me with.
Eleven Questions for my nominees:
1.What is the grossest thing you've ever eaten?
2. If you knew you were dying in 30 days, what is one thing from your bucket list that you'd do?
3. If you could go back in time, what would you tell your high school self about love?
4. What is your favorite cartoon?
5. What music, artist, or song is your guilty pleasure?
6. What is your perfect birthday present?
7. What is your dream car?
8. What is or was your nickname?
9. How did you get the nickname?
10.Which reality TV show would you like to be on for a month?
11. What preparations have you taken for a zombie apocalypse or end of days scenario?
My nominees are:
1. Wendy Smith
2. J.M. Schroeder
3. Jill Kaelin
4. Margaret Taylor
5. Charlene Roberts
6. Kitty Barton
7. Janice Seagraves
8. Shelby Fullington
Thanks for stopping by and I hope you've learned some new facts about me. I'd love to know your answers to my questions or comments about my own responses.
“I’ve never bowed or kneeled for anyone,” Rafael said. “Never thought I would.” Then he was on his knees. He slid his arms around my waist, tugging me closer and bowed his head.
“You own me, Sophie.” He looked up, his dark eyes hitting me with enough force to snatch the breath from my lungs. “You’ve owned me from the moment I walked into your life in that music room. Then I saw you slipping out the window like the wolves were after you and I knew I wanted you in my life. You’ve wrapped yourself in my heart and mind. I can’t get you out. I don’t want to.”
Graduate opera singer, Sophie Fisher’s life is on fire and it’s not her breathtaking voice lighting it, but the trail of debts her father left behind after he passed away a few months ago. If she’s not ducking around corners or slipping out of windows to escape the debt collectors and a slew of characters sent from hell, she’s dealing with her rebellious fifteen-year-old sister, Lilli, who is still coming to terms with their father’s death. And as if that’s not enough, Rafael Van Rees bursts into her life—literally—bringing with him a set of emotions she isn’t prepared to deal with and a life the public had no idea of.
Rafael Van Rees, Maestro extraordinaire, just wants to be left in peace to date whichever woman he feels like, have dinner with whomever he feels like, and just enjoy his life. Until he meets Sophie and his past returns to haunt him. And just when he thought he didn’t care about her, his history proves him wrong. He knows when it comes to her, it’s all or nothing. Besides, she makes him feel fuzzy all over.
Is Sophie’s fire hot enough to melt the ice coursing through his veins?
Cover art: Najla Qamber at http://najlaqamberdesigns.com/
Genre: Contemporary romance
About the Author
Cecilia Robert lives in Vienna with her two children, has an incurable obsession with books, anything romantic, TV and medieval architecture. When not working in her full time job, catching up with her two children, writing or reading, she can be found, knitting or crocheting, taking photos of old buildings.
Author links: http://cecereadandwrite.blogspot.com
Book Release: Winter 2013
Giveaway: 1 Amazon GC worth US$15 + Book of choice from book depository US$ 15
Do you love vampire stories? She Devil is the perfect story if you like your vampires hot and tasty! Not to mention FREE from Feb. 13th to 15th on Amazon!
She Devil by Melissa Kendall
FREE on Amazon February 13th – 15th
Constance is a Vampire with a heavy appetite, who works as a stripper to find her meals. She is wanton, luscious and wicked—she craves more than just blood.
Benjamin and Jonathon are vampire outcasts who exist by pretending to be as human as possible in order to remain hidden among humanity. When the town they live in starts to report that men are disappearing? They go on the hunt for the Vampire intruder.
Little do they know, the Intruder is one sexy-delicious Vamp. Connie will offer them more than just a hunt… she will pull them into a tryst of sensual heat and naughty thrills.
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I admit it. I'm a Sailor Moon closet fan! When my children were little they... well I did too, became fascinated with the world of Japanese Anime. Sailor Moon was our favorite. It spoke to the idea that girls could be strong, even when they are silly, goofy, or scared. There were toys, books, movies, soundtracks. We had them all! While I thought Sailor Moon/Serena was quite a boy-crazed baby, the other girls each had some wonderful qualities.
Still after 15 years, I remember episode 5 clearly. Ami becomes Serena's friend. Ami is a smart girl, a shy girl. She is focused on getting good grades and doing well in school. She already knows that she wants to be a doctor. Serena is probably using her at first because she is so smart but a true friendship develops. The girls bring out the best in each other.
In episode 5, Sailor Mercury is in school taking a computer class. The class is a way for the evil Negaverse to suck out life energy of people by putting them in front of a computer. Some days I really do feel that way. Last night I was laying in bed working on my classes and the computer was literally draining my energy. I had to step away from the computer. When I did that, I picked up a book instead and enjoyed some very soothing time relaxing.
While the show was just a cartoon, I can't help but wonder if computers do suck out our energy. When you are sitting in front of your computer, playing video games or even watching TV, time seems to go missing. You only wanted to just check email then two hours later, the house hasn't been cleaned, no writing was done... you get the picture!
If you would like to watch the whole episode, I've included it here from Youtube. Enjoy Sailor Moon and dont' forget to check back on more stories about the Sailor Moon girls and the lessons they taught me!
Harlie Williams's debut story has a hot cowboy and a woman who knows just what she wants. If you love your cowboy romances hot and steamy, you're going to love this book!
The Couple by Harlie Williams
A woman has one thing on her mind tonight…sex. Dirty, sweaty, kinky sex with a cowboy. With her man gone more than he is at home, she needs the release.
After being away for two weeks, a cowboy goes looking for someone to play with for the night. Being away is part of the job but not having someone to come home to is hurting his soul. Feeling disconnected in his love life, the red head will be perfect.
Once they meet, can one night of pure passion led to more than just a one night stand for either of them? Communication is the key to every relationship. Can these two find a way to connect emotionally or are they destined for heartache.
“What’s a girl like you doing at a bar like this?” he asked.
Her voice was a purr, like a cat well satisfied with its stolen pitcher of cream. “I’m looking for someone special.”
Hoping that she meant him he asked, “Did you find him yet?”
“Maybe.” The glint in her eye told him he was definitely in the running. However, I’m not looking to hook up with just any old cowboy. He must be able to go the full eight seconds and come back for more.” She eyed him from head to toe. “Think you can handle that?”
Oh, I can most definitely handle you sweetheart.
Not wanting to seem too eager he replied, “I’m not sure but I’m willing to try.”
“Do or do not. There is no try.” He struggled not to let his grin escape. The fact that she was trying to seduce him made his dick twitch.
“Let’s just say I’m looking to burn off some pent up frustration. A little excess energy. And I’ve got plenty to burn.”
The way she shivered at his words, he knew he almost had her. He winked as she licked her crimson lips and blew out a small breath. Damn what this woman is doing to him.
He pushed her knees apart with his left leg and was rewarded with the amazing scent of her arousal. The knowledge she was wet for him had him close to going off in his jeans.
Houston, we have lift-off!
“Why don’t you have a seat cowboy and we’ll talk about it.”
She gasped when he shocked her with a brush of his lips against hers; fighting with everything he had not to deepen the kiss.
He would play her game for the moment but sooner or later, she would be his. Tied up and begging for more.
He asked her, “Now about that eight second ride?”
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Growing up in Dallas, I never thought I would write. My goal was to teach the love of books to students. Now as a stay at home mom, I write and teach my son the love of books.
I live in East Texas and I'm married to my own hero who encourages me to write. I can't ask for a better mate.
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I have an addiction for Decadent Publishing's 1 Night Stand series. Frost sounds like a great addition to this series and is steaming up the book discussion sites. What do you think?
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by Taryn Kincaid
Dagney Night, a sought-after succubus, is no stranger to blazing hot sex. But as Valentine’s Day approaches, she longs for something more. When oddly erotic paintings arrive for display at her art gallery, arousing everyone who views them, she wonders about the mysterious artist who created the works.
Maxwell Raines, a fire-sex demon, lives a life of solitude and seclusion behind the walls of his compound at Sleepy Hollow, channeling his lustful impulses into his art—until his muse deserts him and his temperature rises past the danger point. He needs sex. Now.
When Madame Evangeline arranges a torrid Valentine’s 1Night Stand for them, will the flames of their encounter be too hot to handle?
Dagney followed her sister’s glance, and her heart flipped like a gymnast unable to nail a vault. Darkness swathed the gallery with the exception of the lights above or below each of the paintings. The large man emerging from the shadows held her rapt. Waves of pure, unadulterated lust smacked her with such force she didn’t even see Lily and Campbell leave. The blast of raw desire crumpled her to the floor. Her gaze remained riveted on the tall hunk of ferocious male stalking toward her, radiating undiluted carnality. He set something carefully on the floor and grasped her by the elbows, his touch surprisingly gentle when he lifted her to her feet.
“I’m Maxwell Raines.”
Yeah. No kidding. Who else could a guy so hot, so studly, possibly be?
She told herself not to swoon. Ordered herself not to swoon. But, Goddess, that rumbling voice. More potent than a train barreling over the tracks. And he smelled so good. Sinfully masculine. A bit of musk, a bite of pine, an essence of dark, smoky nights. Sexy scents. Reminiscent of tangled satin sheets that had been given a good work-out.
Her legs turned to rubber, and she doubted they’d support her on their own. She’d be mortified if he’d have to scrape her puddled body up again. But he hadn’t yet relaxed his grip. Could she bullshit her way through the meeting without collapsing? “You’re late,” she said.
“I’m never late.”
“Well, the party’s over, Mr. Raines.” She waved a hand around the empty room.
“Depends on your perspective.”
“You’re big on perspective, are you?”
“I’m a painter.” A brief shrug accompanied his blunt words. “Obvious connection.”
“Right. But as you can see, everyone’s left.”
“You haven’t.” He gazed down at her, a black brow flaring. “And you’re what I’m here for.”
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Taryn Kincaid lives in beautiful Bora Bora. Or wishes she did. When she's not parasailing up and down the Hudson River, taking care of her aging pet walrus, or volunteering at the local animal shelter [oh, HELL, no], she loves to arrange her voodoo doll-pin collection and practice chanting. Taryn is dedicated to eradicating the Kardashians and Honey Boo-Book from the face of the earth, along with The Bieb and sparkly vampires. At this moment, she is busy adjusting the tin foil to throw the CIA (Culinary Institute of America) off her trail. She hangs around a lot on Facebook and Twitter with her trillions of fans and pops in at Goodreads from time to time. You can catch her on her website, http://tarynkincaid.com, and her blog, http://dreamvoyagers.blogspot.com where she lives for comments!
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What’s a heartbreaker?
Mirrium-Webster’s dictionary defines a heartbreaker as one who causes grief or anguish. For example: The Super Bowl was a heartbreaker for the San Fransisco fans. (The loss of the game literally broke their hearts.)
The dicitonary also shared that the first use of heartbreaker was in 1863. I was stunned by that information. Who were heartbreakers back then? Were they the local men of money who were interested in marrying one type of woman but still loved many women?
Each of us has a heartbreaker story. We had a person that we loved who hurt us in some way. “The one who got away” is the premise for Thom Johnson in my book Forever Love. When I was in junior high school, I’d fallen hard for my best friend. We had grown up together. Our families were friends. We dated for a short time but his family moved during high school and we lost touch. In 1991, we got back in touch again. Time seemed to have slipped away. Talking on the phone daily we spoke about our lives—the time apart and the past we’d lived through. I’ll never forget his words one day…he said, “I used to have the perfect girl for me but I lost her.” It got me thinking about what my life would’ve been like had we stayed together or kept in touch better. Funny thing…even though he was the one guy who really broke my heart, I realized as an adult that he wasn’t the right guy for me. Eventually, he got messed up in drugs and went to jail. I’d lost touch with him again. Honestly I love the memory of our time together better than the actual person he probably is today.
So tell me about your big heartbreaker. Who was it and did you ever recover? I’ll select one random commentor to receive a $10 gift card from Amazon. Just make sure you leave your email address.
Also by leaving a comment with your email address, you’re entered to win the big prizes from the Heartbreaker Blog hop. We have THREE grand prizes. I recommend that you go to EACH blog and comment with your email address and be entered to win. Yep, you can enter over 200 times! BUT TO ENTER YOU HAVE TO LEAVE YOUR EMAIL ADDRESS IN THE COMMENT.
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1st Grand Prize: A Kindle Fire or Nook Tablet
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In Forever Love, you can meet Syndie Wilder's heartbreaker and find out if she can give him a second chance.
Fifteen years ago, Syndie Wilder left her small hometown- Amherst, Ohio- to escape the pain of losing her best friend and boyfriend. Deciding that Chicago offered more for an up and coming jewelry designer, she enjoyed the big city life until she chooses to return and care for her father. Taking care of her father and relocating her internet business, Syndie has no time or desire for romance but fate has a way of playing with best-laid plans.
Thom Johnson broke Syndie’s heart all those years ago and regrets it every day. As a firefighter, Thom sets out to protect Amherst and redeem himself for his bad choices. However, he never has forgotten Syndie and the hurt he caused her.
When a chance meeting happens, can the two former friends allow themselves the chance to become friends again, or will the sparks turn a childhood friendship into a forever love?
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