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MJ Fields — Irons
Jennifer Foor — Love Survives
Kimberly Knight — Angels & Whiskey
Bayli Lane — What If
Kristen Hope Mazzola — Crashing Back Down
Sarah O’Rourke — Cain’s Salvation
Alexis Noelle — Fractured: Volume One
Letters Home by Rebecca Brooke
But when life throws her a curve ball, how will she cope? Can she pick up the pieces and make her picture beautiful again? Or does she realize that, sometimes, the pieces can be too broken to fit back together…
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Ace in the Hole by Marissa Dobson
Can Gwyneth and Ace claim the life they were supposed to have, or will they let love pass them by?
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Irons by MJ Fields
My best friend, William Cruz, who attended the academy with me, had flown beside me, had lived the same life as I had and shared the same ambitions in life, was gone now. This was not part of the plan. Will and I were supposed to have each other’s backs, support each other and never let anything supersede our bond.
I sat on Norfolk Beach needing to feel close to him on the anniversary of his death. It was a beautiful day in May and I was cutting class. I had done the same every year since he passed.
Jaxson Irons was only supposed to be in Pensacola for a year. But now three years later I still hadn’t heard from him. I saw a man running down the beach and I knew immediately who it was.
Jaxson didn’t respond the way I had dreamed he would. He told me we would catch up someday soon. I stood and watched until he was gone.
Thump, thump. I placed my hand on my chest as I felt my heart beat again for what felt like the first time in three years. Thump, thump. I felt the blood moving quickly through my body. It’s heat once again present. Thump, thump. I looked up at the sky and let out a breath. A breath that I had been holding forever. Thump, thump.
I felt tears fall down my face as I raised my hands in the air and laughed out loud.
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Love Survives by Jennifer Foor
I know this because it’s my story.
The pain and anguish experienced in this is what it was like to hold onto hope that some day we’d find each other again. I won’t sugar coat the details of what I went through to have her, nor will I apologize for any actions that led me right back into her life.
Sometimes love isn’t enough.
For me, it took some bad experiences, a little fate, and a lot of time.
This book follows Love’s Suicide. It can be read by itself as a stand alone.
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Angels & Whiskey by Kimberly Knight
Until he fell in love…
When Gabe’s love affair is cut short, he turns to whiskey for comfort and swears he will never fall in love again.
Until he bumps into an unexpected angel…
By all appearances, Autumn Jones has the perfect life. Her husband, Richard, is a loving man who wants to be a father to her unborn children. But Autumn knows the truth. Richard has a controlling, dark side that leaves nothing to chance, especially Autumn. He’ll stop at nothing to make her the trophy wife he wants her to be.
When Autumn bumps into Gabe, he consumes her every thought, but she can’t act on her feelings. She’s married to a dark man she can never leave.
When he learns who Autumn’s husband really is, Gabe knows he will stop at nothing to protect her. Or is it too late for him to save his angel?
Angels & Whiskey is part of a series, however, can be read as a standalone book.
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While Briar told herself she’d never let another man affect her in such a way, Arrow still remained in the forefront of her mind. For Arrow, his memories of Briar kept him alive in both of his near death experiences. When Arrow’s demons threatened to drag him under, Briar was there, pulling him from the darkness.
“What ifs” keep piling up while resentment and redemption battles continue; will Briar and Arrow be able to find their happily ever after, or will this be one war that Arrow can’t win?
THIS IS A STAND-ALONE, Contemporary Romance: Due to language and sexual content, this book is not intended for readers under the age of 18.
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Crashing Back Down
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Cain’s Salvation by Sarah O’Rourke
But fate…and a few meddling McKinnon sisters…conspired to bring the two star-crossed lovers together again.
Book One in the Passion in Paradise – The Men of the McKinnon Sisters Series
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This is a story of love, loss, and new beginnings.
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Adam James is a corn-fed, Nebraska raised, piece of man meat with a chiseled body and baby face. He is in desperate need of a paycheck and will do just about anything to get one, including stripping down to his skivvies and lathering up in baby oil.
Solo Cohan is a quirky hipster with a strong work ethic,raised by two gay dads who are head over heels in love with Harrison Ford and Star Wars, hence the name, Solo. She works for Teeg Model Management, the same modeling agency that decides to book Adam as their next up and coming model. Sparks ignite between her and Adam the minute her baby oil soaked hand connects with his practically naked body.
Even though Solo can’t stop thinking about Adam during photo shoots, she quickly and awkwardly, shows Adam her distaste for male models and her inability to engage romantically with them. Adam is captivated by her nerdy talk and peculiar tendencies and sets out to make it his mission to turn the Star Wars loving hipster to the dark side, where mingling with models is widely arousing.
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Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if “It’s Raining Men” starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing… enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
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I run, as fast as I can. I’m not athletic. I don’t play sports. I know he’s going to catch me. That’s what I want, right? For him to catch me?My legs feel like jelly. I feel his hand graze my arms once, twice, then I’m caught. I should have started running sooner, faster. It doesn’t matter. He would have caught me regardless.
“You shouldn’t have let me catch you, Gracie.” He pulls me back into his chest, lifting my feet off the ground, as the meaning behind his words begins to register.
“Who says I let you?” I know challenging him isn’t a good idea, but I haven’t learned how to filter my thoughts around him.
“I do. I know you can run faster than that. I think you wanted me to catch you.”
“Really?” I say, struggling to break from his hold. It’s no use. He’s much stronger than me and since he’s holding me off the ground, I can’t use my legs for leverage.
“Yes, really. I think you knew what would happen when I caught you.”
“And what is that?” I begin to struggle again and this time he lets me break free, but I don’t get far. Two steps, maybe, before he’s got a hold of my wrist and is pulling me back to him. This time we are chest to chest. I crash into the front of him and can’t hide the way my body reacts. I’m sure he can see it, feel it. My breathing is ragged and it’s not from running.
“Look at me, Gracie,” he commands and I do as he says. Not because I want to but because my body wants to.
“Why do you insist on calling me that? It’s not my name, you know?” I love it, though. I would never tell him that, or anyone else.
“Because. You’re my angel fallen from grace. It suits you. You’re beautiful and you know it. What I don’t understand is why you want me?”
“Who says I want you?”
How the hell did he figure it out? No one knows.
“Your body says a lot of things. It’s telling me right now how much you want me. The question is – what exactly do you want from me because there are a few things that I can offer you.” He wraps his arms around me a little tighter as I contemplate how I want to answer him.
Rachael Brownell is the author of both YA and NA Romance. She’s from Kalamazoo, Michigan where she still lives with her husband and son. She has a Bachelor’s degree in Advertising but currently works in the hospitality industry. When Rachael is not working on her next manuscript, you might find her on the golf course. (It’s a family thing) If you see her, step back. She is still learning.
The fair Lady Faye has always played the role allotted her. Yet the marriage her family wanted only brought her years of abuse and heartache. Now, finally free of her tyrannical husband, she is able to live her own life for the first time. But someone from the past has returned. Someone she has never been able to forget.The Warrior
He must pray harder and keep at it until he had his answer. God’s way was not always the way of man and His divine timing did not always answer the impetuous call of sinners.
Something clattered through the bars of his cell.
Gregory started, but kept his eyes closed. He could afford no distractions in his wait for God to deign to speak with him. Sweat broke out on his brow. He bowed his head. “Dear Father in Heaven…”
Another skittering across the floor and Gregory opened his eyes.
A pebble lay almost within reach at his knees, a pale trespasser against the dark stone floor of his bare cell. A thin pallet rested against one wall, stripped of linen except for a rough blanket. On the opposite wall a tiny barred window overlooked the fields were they worked each day. Above it, a stark wooden cross served as a reminder that all here was by Grace alone. Beneath the casement stood a plain wood table and a bench.
The Abbey bell tolled Terce over the undulating chant of the monks reciting the second of the Little Hours of the Divine Office. Father Abbott had understood his need for private meditation, but he would be expected at Lauds.
Not God at all, unless the Almighty had grown a set of large hands and gripped the bars of his cell so tightly His knuckles turned white.
A dark head popped over the lip, followed by dark eyebrows and the sharply drawn planes of a face many a lass considered handsome.
“Garrett?” Gregory’s knees creaked as he rose. Sharp pain lanced through his long-frozen muscles. Three days, most of which spent on your knees, would turn any man’s limbs into a grandfather’s. “Is that you?”
“Aye?” Garrett blinked away a sweat droplet that snaked down his brow and into his eye. His face turned redder. “Only could you come down, I am not sure how much longer I can hang on.”
“Did you climb the side?”
Teeth clenched, Garret said, “Aye and I am about to go tumbling on my ass, so get down here.”
Garrett’s head disappeared from view as he scrabbled down the side of the two-story dormitory.
If Garrett was here, something was amiss at Anglesea. Sir Arthur might have sent him with news. My Lady Faye. His blood thrummed in his ears. Fresh sweat prickled over his skin as he wrenched open his door and trotted down the empty corridor. He took the stairs three at a time. Unease spurred him into a run.
From the chapel the monk’s voices called and responded in prayer as he entered the kitchen yard. Singing voices reminded him he had left his former life behind, but he needed to check all was well.
Garrett appeared out of the dark shadows around the dormitory.
The smell of incense hung heavy in the air.
“What is it?” Gregory closed the distance between them.
Garrett’s expression was grim, his shoulders tense. “You must come.”
“Aye.” Garrett turned and motioned him to follow.
Gregory took a step and froze. He couldn’t go with Garrett. Outside these walls was not his life anymore. His calling lay here at the Abbey. “I cannot.”
Sharp strides driving divots into the soft, bare earth, Garrett strode back to him. “You must come. Sir Arthur sent me for you.”
Sir Arthur would not have sent for him if it weren’t urgent. Sir Arthur had sponsored him as a postulant to the Abbey and he owed the man for that. But he owed God his obedience and he had put his former life aside. “My place is here now.”
“Your place is where you are needed.” Movements sharp and jerky, Garrett gestured to outside the Abbey.
He didn’t want to ask the question. It did not concern him. Yet, his stubborn gut demanded an answer. “What has happened?”
Garrett clasped his arm. “It is Faye.”
“What?” His muscles bunched in response. The words rasped from his throat. Dear Father, please do not let her be…
What? Hurt, or worse, reconciled with Calder. He grabbed the other man’s tunic, twisting his hand in the fabric.
Garrett shrugged him off. “I will explain as we ride.”
He couldn’t go. He couldn’t not go. Again, the same tussle within him. Faye or the Abbey, his lady versus his God. It never ended.
Garrett stepped closer until his face was inches away. “Beatrice is worrying herself sick. She carries our first child and if I have to tie your saintly ass on a horse, you are coming with me. Faye needs you.”
Faye needed him. The confusion cleared. It was all Garrett need say. Clean, crisp purpose flooded his being. “Do you have a horse for me?”
Who am I?
Born British and raised in South Africa, Sarah Hegger suffers from an incurable case of wanderlust. Her match? A hot Canadian engineer, whose marriage proposal she accepted six short weeks after they first met. Together they’ve made homes in seven different cities across three different continents (and back again once or twice). If only it made her multilingual, but the best she can manage is idiosyncratic English, fluent Afrikaans, conversant Russian, pigeon Portuguese, even worse Zulu and enough French to get herself into trouble.
Mimicking her globe trotting adventures, Sarah’s career path began as a gainfully employed actress, drifted into public relations, settled a moment in advertising, and eventually took root in the fertile soil of her first love, writing. She also moonlights as a wife and mother.
She currently lives in Littleton, Colorado, with her teenage daughters, two Golden Retrievers and aforementioned husband. Part footloose buccaneer, part quixotic observer of life, Sarah’s restless heart is most content when reading or writing books.
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Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks are back in the powerful finale of a provocative, sizzling-hot new erotic trilogy set in the world of J. Kenner’s beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, andComplete Me.
He’s the only man I’ve ever loved, and the one man I can’t bear to lose.
Jackson Steele is my light in this world. Charismatic, bold, and always in control, he knows what he wants and how to get it—and absolutely nothing stands in his way. His hold on me is magnetic, his claim on me complete, his kiss my ultimate escape.
We both harbor dark secrets that could tear our lives apart. Though we’ve tried to bury our pasts, there are certain people who won’t let us forget. But the closer danger comes, the brighter the fire between us burns—our ecstasy consuming and soothing us both.
There’s no telling what lies ahead, but I know that Jackson never gives in without a fight. I’d do anything he wants to keep him safe, give him anything he needs. And now that we’re in deep, nothing can make me run.
Under My Skin is intended for mature audiences.
This couple has gone through hell to be together, and they prove once again in Under My Skin that nothing can stand in their way. The revelation of secrets in the first story threatened to tear them apart, and in this edition, the threat of those secrets going public pushes their limits, but their love is one for the ages.
Jackson and Sylvia continue to have a sex life that makes me swoon. Sylvia is able to give more of herself over to Jackson, and he willingly accepts. When life gets too dark and intense, they lock the world out and find solace in each others arms.
One of the reasons I am drawn to the Stark Novels is the intrigue wrapped up in the love story. And this book does not disappoint.
That being said, I have to admit I enjoyed Say My Name more than this book. However, this is still a good read. I must also confess, I have not read the second book as I did not have time to fit it in prior to reading this one. While I may have missed some details from the second book, It was very easy for me to follow the storyline.
Throughout the book, I found myself having aha moments plot points from the trilogy are revealed and questions answered. J Kenner has done a superb job of tying up all of the loose ends and leaving no stone unturned. I thank the author for finishing this trilogy as she did; it ended as I would have hoped.
I rate this book a solid 4 stars and recommend it to anyone with a penchant for angsty, sexy love stories.
**I received a complimentary copy of this book for an honest review.
She slams the door shut, the limo pulls back out onto the street, and I am left beside Jackson who sits perfectly, dangerously still.
I swallow, my skin prickling from the rising heat.
I’m breathing hard, my breasts rising and falling. My skin is warm, and beads of perspiration have gathered at the nape of my neck.
He turns his head slowly, his eyes meeting mine, wild and feral and hard. There’s a hungry glint to them, and for a moment I fear that he will tear me to pieces. That I will truly stand as proxy for the bastards who leaked the news. For the fear that I know must be consuming him, just as it is consuming me.
But haven’t I repeatedly told him that I can handle it, no matter how bad it gets? That I will be his release valve, his safety net?
That I’ll willingly take in his pain—and then we’ll turn it around into passion.
I am still holding his gaze, and I feel locked in place simply from the force of his will. He has not touched me, and though we haven’t spoken, I know that he will not until I acquiesce. Not tonight. Not when he needs to push. To go as far as he needs, and then some.
“Yes,” I say.
A muscle twitches in his cheek, but he doesn’t otherwise move, nor does he say a word to me. He simply watches me for one beat, then another. It is as if he is sizing me up, testing my resolve. I stay where I am, looking back at him. But slowly—very slowly—I part my thighs.
Jackson sucks in a breath through his nose. Then he twists at the waist so that he can reach the intercom button. He jams his finger down on it.
“Don’t go home, Edward.” His voice is hard. Tight with control. “Just drive. I don’t care where. Just drive until I tell you to stop.”
Julie Kenner (aka J. Kenner and J.K. Beck) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of over forty novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
Praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a “flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations,” J.K. writes a range of stories including super sexy romances, paranormal romance, chick lit suspense and paranormal mommy lit. Her foray into the latter, Carpe Demon: Adventures of a Demon-Hunting Soccer Mom by Julie Kenner, is in development as a feature film with 1492 Pictures.
Her most recent trilogy of erotic romances, The Stark Trilogy (as J. Kenner), reached as high as #2 on the New York Times list and is published in over twenty countries.
J.K. lives in Central Texas, with her husband, two daughters, and several cats.
Tiger Lily is the wondrous story about of course Tiger Lily. I have loved each story in this Trilogy.
The story with Jonas & Lily continues in the last book of this trilogy. I have to say that I love all the characters that Amélie S. Duncan has written in Tiger Lily. Well almost all. Isn’t there always someone you love to hate in a story! Well of course there are 2 not very nice people and one of them is Declan, Lily’s ex-fiancé. And, the other person I can’t say because you just need to read this book. But, you as the reader will need to start at the beginning. With Tiger Lily #1. This book is not a stand alone!
I always take some notes while reading so I won’t forget about them and here are a few of my notes that I took.
→I now need to read Mary’s & Ian’s Story! And, Mary can stop pretending she isn’t interested in Ian! Amélie please write more so I will know their story.
→I love that Dani (ex wife to Jonas & mother to Paul) can be such good friends with Lily & Jonas.
→Paul is such a charmer just like dad.
Anyway I hope those were little teases will make you curious and you will want to read this series and of course Tiger Lily #3.
This ARC was a complementary gift for an honest review. I love this author and I hope that you will love Tiger Lily as much as I did. I can’t wait to read more books by Amélie S. Duncan.
I would like to thank Amelie Duncan for the opportunity to read Tiger Lily part 3. I have loved this series from the very beginning and she does not disappoint with this book either as it’s the continuation of Jonas and Lily’s story. I absolutely loved that Lily was a much stronger woman in this installment while Jonas exposed his more vulnerable side. I have found myself completely invested in each character including the supporting ones. I would love to read more about Paul (Jonas’s son) after he has aged some. Although he has given us a glimpse as to what a teenaged Jonas may have been like. I also really enjoyed the teasing of a story between Mary and Ian.
I give 4 stars to Tiger Lily part #3 and can’t wait to see what Amelie Duncan comes up with next.
*I received this book as an ARC in exchange for an honest review.
Author: Nina G. Jones
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: October 1, 2015
I married the right brother.
At least that’s what I tell myself at night, when I stare at the ceiling and listen to the rhythm of the grandfather clock down the hall. It never feels like the mere passage of time, but a countdown towards something inevitable.
Bobby Lightly is selfish, irresponsible, and careless. I haven’t seen him since the day I married his brother. He slipped out during the wedding reception without a word.
A year later, I heard Bobby was drafted to Korea. He never said goodbye to anyone. Never sent a letter. We had all come to terms with the fact that he was probably dead somewhere, either a victim of the war or its aftermath.
That is, until in the midst of an unrelenting heatwave, he showed up at the doorstep of the house I lived in with his brother.
Everyone thinks I’m cruel. Everyone thinks I should be easy on him. They think I don’t understand him. They all think I hate him.
But what no one understands is that it was Bobby who broke my heart.
And I think he’s back to do it again.
“What do you want me to do?” I yelled frustratedly. “Pack my bags and go to India? Life’s not that easy. We’re not all you. We don’t all just walk away from our responsibilities.” I immediately regretted those last words, recalling the scar on his shoulder. There were some responsibilities Bobby faced when others would have run.
“It’s not about what I want you to do, Lil. What do you want?”
What I wanted was no longer relevant. It was too late for what I wanted.
“You keep taking that shit and one day you are going to wake up and realize you slept your whole life away. There may be people who need that, but you are not one of them. Let yourself feel it all. The good. The bad. The fucking great. Don’t imprison yourself.”
I knew he was right, but I had grown comfortable in the numbness. Yet there was something luxurious about the pain I felt upon Bobby’s return. It was rich and textured. I could feel it in my bones and my chest and on my skin. I could taste it. I could feel again. And feeling the pain also gave me room to feel alive.
“If you keep doing this, how are you any different than Rory? We want to get him better, right? Well the changes start with us. I’m back and trust me, that wasn’t easy for me. And now you’ve gotta bring yourself back.”
I swallowed sharply, preparing myself to say goodbye to my dear friend. A friend who had always been there. More than my sister, or mother, or Barbie could be. It understood my fears, my insecurities, the things I had sacrificed. It knew my secrets. I never had to explain myself to it. It never judged.
“Fine,” I surrendered. But I clutched the bottle tighter in my hands than ever before.
Bobby’s body language relaxed as he glanced over to me and opened his palm. “Gimme.”
“What? Now you want ‘em?”
“Don’t be an ass, Lil.”
I sneered at Bobby, slamming the bottle in his palm. The pills tried to seduce me one last time as I heard them dance in their container.
About The Author
Nina G. Jones is the author of the bestselling novel DEBT, the Strapped Series and the erotic romance, Gorgeous Rotten Scoundrel.
Her next novel, Swelter, releases on October 1st, 2015.
Nina LOVES connecting with readers. You can connect with her via Facebook, Twitter, or through this site.
*** WARNING *** This novel is intended for those over 18 yrs. of age due to mature and sexual material.
“Didn’t anyone ever tell you what happens to BAD girls? Well… let Pretty Boy show you.”
Agent Christopher Gibson has everything a man in his position could want. A successful career as one of the FBI’s most credited undercover field agents, with no personal ties to hold him back. He tried that once, it didn’t go over too well.
Jessica Leary is on her way to the top, working on her father’s Senate re-election campaign. She has the job she wants- the opportunity to prove herself to both the political elite and her father.
What could these two people from very different worlds ever have in common? Nothing.
Nothing other than a hot, sexy, torrid love affair that was left in the past- torn apart by the different directions their lives were headed.
Now, months later, Jess finds herself in a perilous position. The past that once brought “Pretty Boy” Chris Gibson into her life has now come back to haunt her, threatening everything that she’s worked for.
When trouble comes knocking on your door, what’s a girl to do? Why, call your bad-ass, sexy-as-sin, FBI agent of an ex-boyfriend to do what he does best… take down the bad guys and anyone else that stands in his way, because when Pretty Boy sets his sights on a target, nothing distracts him. But, why is it that this time is different?
Being close to Jess again, seeing first-hand what he’s given up is just enough to throw everything off course, as Jess seems to be the perfect mix of good AND bad girl.
Didn’t anyone ever tell you what happens to BAD girls? Well… let Pretty Boy show you in book one of the brand new BADGE BOYS series of stand alone novels.
You can add Pretty Boy on Goodreads here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/26028287-badge-boys?from_search=true&search_version=service
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Tara is a thirty something newbie author from Long Island, New York. She’s a voracious reader, a passionate writer and obsessive junk T.V. aficionado. When she’s not doing one of those three things she is attempting to garden, hanging with her hubby or partaking in some retail therapy. She enjoys connecting with her readers and is having a blast entering into this new world of publishing.