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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Title: </b>Sweet Ruin</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Published:</b> December 2015/Simon& Schuster, UK</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Series:</b> Immortals After Dark #16</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><i>An immortal assassin is caught between desire and duty...</i><br /><br /><i>A foundling raised in a world of humans </i><br /><br />Growing up, orphaned Josephine didn’t know who or what she was—just that she was “bad,” an outcast with strange powers. Her baby brother Thaddeus was as perfect as she was flawed; protecting him became her entire life. The day he was taken away began Jo’s transition from angry girl... <i>to would-be superhero... to enchanting, ruthless villain. </i><br /><i>A lethally sensual enforcer on a mission</i><br /><br />A threat to the Møriør has brought archer Rune the Baneblood to the mortal realm to slay the oldest living Valkyrie. Whether by bow or in bed, he never fails to eliminate his target. Yet before he can strike, he encounters a vampiric creature whose beauty conceals a black heart. With one bite, she pierces him with aching pleasure, taking his forbidden blood - <i>and jeopardizing the secrets of his brethren.</i><br /><br /><i>A boundless passion that will lead to sweet ruin... </i><br /><br />Could this exquisite female be a spy sent by the very Valkyrie he hunts? Rune knows he must not trust Josephine, yet he’s unable to turn her away. Despite his millennia of sexual conquests, he can’t ignore the unfamiliar longing she arouses deep within him. <i>When Jo betrays the identity of the one man she will die to protect, she and Rune become locked in a treacherous battle of wills that pits ultimate loyalty against unbridled lust.</i><br /></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0cm;">
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">My first
Kresley Cole book, and potentially not the best point to start a sixteen book
series, but I have to say it did not detract from my enjoyment of <b><i>Sweet Ruin</i></b>.
Paranormal used to be my go to read, but it’s actually been a while
since I picked up a PNR novel.
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genre with its extensive cast of immortals wrapped around a gorgeous (and
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Rune
Darklight is a dark fey, (half fey, half demon) and archer, assassin and
information broker for the Morior. His
good looks, charm and sexual prowess mean he is renowned amongst immortals. Known as Rune the Insatiable, his sexual
appetite is endless, however, his poisonous ‘baneblood’ means his encounters
are limited for the safety of his partners and consequently he is never entirely
sated. Rune has resigned himself to an immortal life time with no true mate, considering
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Josephine
Doe is a new arrival on the immortal scene.
She lived a short and traumatic existence as a human and transitioned
across to her current, vampiric, state with no knowledge of the immortal world
surrounding her. A true loner, and self
appointed protector of prostitutes, Josephine longs to belong, to be wanted.
She is brash and wields her wit and strength like a blunt instrument. I loved Josephine, she made me laugh out loud
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Josephine explores her abilities she begins to encounter other immortal beings
and it is not long before she spies Rune.
To say he piques her interest is probably an understatement. Rune is equally intrigued by this young and
beautiful being, who is not affected by his poisonous blood, and finds himself
pursuing her with a view to recruiting her for the Morior (or so he tries to
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">What
unfolds in <b><i>Sweet Ruin</i></b> is actually a beautiful love story,
complicated by the actions of two people who have never really shared a
connection of the sort they uncover with one another. Both are strong willed, independent loners,
and yet beneath their gruff exteriors each longs for someone to spend their
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">As they search
for Nix, who has Josephine’s younger brother Thadeus in tow, their sexual
chemistry explodes and yet they both fight what they are feeling, desperate to
maintain their independence. Rune and Jo
have expectations of each other that seem impossible to meet, but without
compromise they run the risk of losing a love like they have never encountered
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<span style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">It took
me a little while to fully immerse myself into <b><i>Sweet Ruin</i></b>,
primarily because it is based around a complex world that I had not encountered
before. Despite it being my first
Immortals After Dark novel, I didn’t feel lost in the world, the book established
people and places for me really well. While
it was a little slow going for me at first I soon found myself lost in Rune and
Jo’s story, not able to put the book down. I’ll definitely be reading more
Kresley Cole based on my <b><i>Sweet Ruin</i></b> experience.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Published:</b> </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; text-align: start;">December 8th 2015 by Gallery Books</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;"><b>Series:</b> After (Book #5)</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">As told by Hardin and other characters, Before will explore the hero’s life before he met Tessa, reveal what happens after After, give you new insights on their turbulent romance—and revel in the awesome power of true love. #HESSA</span><br />
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other books in the ‘After’ series by Anna Todd, and was a little worried it was
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Before </span></i></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">tells the story of how Hardin and Tessa first met, and
provides the background to their tumultuous relationship. Hardin is the ‘bad boy’ – I’m reluctant to
describe him as a ‘typical’ bad boy because it felt like there was <i>more</i> to him. Intelligent, angry, rebellious, and yet
despite that Tessa manages to catch his interest. Nothing like the other dalliances he has had,
Tessa is the ‘good girl’, she screams innocence and even so finds herself drawn
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said, the story engaged me to the extent that I will go and read the rest of
this series. Hardin grapples with his
attraction to Tessa, what starts out as a cruel game becomes so much more for
him and he soon realises that he risks losing the one thing that is actually
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<b><i><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;">Before</span></i></b><span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US;"> is told from Hardin’s point of view and many of the
chapters start with a paragraph or two written in the third person. I really liked the greater insight these gave
to Hardin’s character. It wasn’t a quick
read for me, while it was easy to read, there is a complexity about the story and
I didn’t want to rush the experience. I
found myself putting it down and then pondering what would happen next between
Hardin and Tessa before coming back to the story.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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you would need no encouragement to pick up <b><i>Before</i></b>. For those of you new to the series, it may be
best to start with book #1 ‘After’, but you can definitely read <b><i>Before</i></b>
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<b><i><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">4 out of 5 stars</span></i></b></div>
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From #1 New York Times bestselling author Abbi Glines comes the next sizzling novel in the Rosemary Beach series, featuring well-known playboy and Blaire’s half brother, Captain.<br /><br />The look on Rose’s face had screamed that she was hiding something. Hell, she’d practically run away from me. There was something to that. I knew there was...<br /><br />After ten years in the employ of a mysterious crime boss, River “Captain” Kipling is ready to leave his sordid past—and his cover occupation as an upscale restaurateur—behind him. The only thing standing in the way of his “retirement” is his commitment to launch a new restaurant in the resort town of Rosemary Beach. With his sister, Blaire, nearby, Captain can delay his dream of running a humble bar on the waterfront, but the unwanted attentions of his head server, Elle, have him itching to get out.<br /><br />Until he notices Rose Henderson, the new server at the restaurant. All he knows about the pretty redhead with the cute glasses is that she’s a hardworking single mom from Oklahoma. But there’s something overly familiar about her laugh...something strange about the way she looks at Captain...<div style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; text-align: start;">
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<b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The Best Goodbye </i></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">is the latest installment in the
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of the Rosemary Beach series I haven't read them all, but that didn't detract
from my enjoyment of the book. Beautifully written, as are all of Glines books,
</span><b style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><i>The Best Goodbye </i></b><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">is told from alternating points of view, with flash back
scenes to ten years prior where we learn the back story of Rose/Addy and Captain/River.</span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">Cruelly separated as teenagers, ten years has passed
and Rose/Addy has finally tracked Captain/River down. Conscious that many
things have changed in both their lives she is cautious, focussed on
understanding if the man he has become is someone she can have in her life once
again. The stakes are much higher second time around, it's not just her heart
that will suffer if Captain the man, falls short of the boy she once loved.
Disguising her appearance Rose starts work as a server in Captains soon to open
restaurant. While he doesn't recognize her, things about Rose reawaken memories
from his past, reigniting pain he thought he'd moved on from.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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she can trust Captain again ... but then she gets glimpses of the boy from her
past causing her to second guess the emotions that are being reignited when
she's in his prescience. An unplanned encounter forces a key decision for Rose
and the two are soon both questioning whether the love they once shared could
ever be again, or whether the time apart and the life choices they made are too
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif;">I fell in love with both of these characters. They
each sacrificed so much for the other that all I wanted was for them to get
their second chance. The alternate point of view gave me insights into each
character, so I felt I got to know them and their perspective really well. The
flashbacks added real depth to the story and helped me to understand the
choices they were both making as the story unfolded. I was a little
disappointed with the ending, it felt like it just stopped. I would have liked
an epilogue to give a little bit more substance to the end of this gorgeous
story, particularly given the challenges the characters faced.<o:p></o:p></span></span></div>
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The End of an Era<br />
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They call me the walking dildo.<br />
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Something my mother would be proud of? Hell no!<br />
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Watching my best friend and my old friend-with-benefits blissfully walk down the aisle has just reiterated the fact that I’m thirty and perpetually single.<br />
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I thought I’d found the woman I wanted to spend my life with, you have to open your eyes to realize that it’s never gonna happen.<br />
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Funny how meeting the right person can finally make you see sense.<br />
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My name is Noah Taylor: kickass trauma surgeon, closet idealist, wishful thinker, and all round cocky asshole, and this is the year my life will change for the better.<br />
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<br />“I got a text from Dan warning me that you might be a little drunk.” <br /><br />“I’m a lot drunk, but that’s not the point. I’m not sure I can be with you anymore.” <br /><br />He freezes mid step, and turns to face me at the same time as swinging my body around to meet his, chest to chest. “Say that again. I think you lost me.” <br /><br />Because I’m drunk and although— in my mind — I’m telling myself that I deserve a lifetime of orgasms and I need to break up with him, I wind my arms around his neck and pull myself hard against him. His hands drop to my hips and hold me hostage as his eyes bore down into mine, obviously waiting for me to explain. “See, we got talking and Mac said she had to fake an orgasm with you, and I can’t live without orgasms. I like having orgasms. They’re fun and good for me, and they make me a very happy girl, so I need to have orgasms and if you’re just giving me your A game to lure me in and then you’re going to switch to your C or D game soon, which would suck—although Kate said the C game can be fun if you do it right . . . anyway, I need you to promise me a life full of lots and lots of orgasms or else I can’t go out with you anymore.” <br /><br />Then I’m stopped by his lips hitting mine, his tongue delving into my mouth when it opens on a gasp of shock. He takes his time, he does the job right, and when he pulls back and nuzzles my neck, I’ve sagged against him and my hands are gripping into the back of his head as if my whole life depends on it. <br /><br />“Are you going to start back up again, or do I need to put something in your mouth to stop you from spouting this shit?” <br /><br />“It’s not shit. I need org—” He cups my jaw and kisses me long and deep, and with lots of effort on his part, and mine once I get past the shock of him shutting me up with his mouth for the second time in as many minutes.<br /><br />“Now that we’ve established that you’re not breaking up with me, or going anywhere else other than my bed right now, can I take you inside so I can show you every trick I have in the book? And I’m gonna keep going until you get it through that drunken head of yours that you’re never going to have to fake an orgasm with me, now or ever.”<br /><div style="text-align: justify;">
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<b>Title: </b> Vicious Cycle </div>
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<b>Author: </b> Katie Ashley</div>
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<b>Series: </b>A Vicious Cycle Novel 1</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Motorcycle Club Romance</div>
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<b>On Sale Date: </b>June 2, 2015</div>
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<b>Publisher: </b>Penguin </div>
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<b>ISBN: </b>0451474910</div>
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<b>ASIN: </b>B00OQS4DMI</div>
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<b>Print Length: </b>328 pages</div>
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<b><i>New York Times bestselling author Katie Ashley revs up the danger and sexual tension in her brand-new Vicious Cycle romance series.</i></b><br />
Deacon Malloy’s life is dedicated to the Hells Raiders motorcycle club. Tough, hard, and fast with his fists, he serves the group as sergeant at arms. But his devil-may-care approach to life is thrown for a loop when the five-year-old daughter he never knew existed lands on the club steps.<br />
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Alexandra Evans is devoted to all her students—but there’s always been something about Willow Malloy that tugs at her heart. There’s an aura of sadness about her, a girl in need of all the love Alexandra can give. When Willow stops coming to school, Alexandra’s search leads to a clubhouse full of bikers…and a father hell-bent on keeping his daughter always within sight.<br />
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The moment Deacon sees Alexandra, he has to have her in his bed—and he’s never met a woman yet who couldn’t be persuaded. No matter how attracted she is to Deacon, Alexandra refuses to be just another conquest. But it’s Deacon himself who could be seduced—into a brighter future for himself, his daughter, and the woman he’s falling for against all odds.<br />
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As I entered the door, I took a deep breath to try and still my out-of-control nerves. Smoke hung heavy in the air, stinging my eyes and causing me to cough. Several men in leather biker cuts lounged on stools at the bar, nursing beers. Across from me, a heated pool game was taking place.<br />
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I took a few steps inside and then froze. “Are you lost, darlin’?” a big busted woman in a halter top asked.<br />
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“Uh…I’m looking for David Malloy,” I said.<br />
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Two men at the pool table whirled around. The shorter of the two, a tough but cute looking blond, cocked his head curiously at me. But then the moment my gaze locked on the other man, I knew he was Willow’s father. They had the same dark hair, soulful dark eyes, and heart-shaped face. David, however, had dark scruff covering his face. Although he was Rev’s brother, I didn’t see any resemblance between the two. Although he was shorter and slightly less built, David was just as good-looking as Rev. “Mr. Malloy?” I questioned, as I closed the distance between us. <br />
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He tossed the pool stick on the table. Taking a long drag on his cigarette, he then stubbed it out in an ashtray on the table. “What do you want?” he demanded.<br />
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Without even glancing around the room, I knew that every eye in the place was on us. “I really need to speak with you for a moment.”<br />
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His dark eyes narrowed as they raked over my body. Then the next thing I knew, he leapt at me, knocking me back into the wall. One of his hands came to grip my throat while his body pinned me in place. Fear like I had never known overwhelmed me, sending my heartbeat drumming wildly in my ears. It was so loud it felt like a cannon blast going off around me. “Please,” I murmured.<br />
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David glared at me as his thumb pressed harder into my throat. “They’re really falling down on their job at the academy.”<br />
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“E-Excuse m-me?” I stammered.<br />
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With a smirk, he replied, “Don’t they train you ATF bitches to hide your fear a little better? I mean, you’re practically pissing your pants right now, not to mention your heart is beating ninety to nothing.”<br />
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I shook my head slowly back and forth as I tried processing his words. “ATF? I don’t understand.”<br />
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He rolled his eyes. “A white-bred piece of ass comes waltzing into my clubhouse wanting to talk to me alone. It doesn’t take a fucking genius to realize you’re a Fed.”<br />
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A Fed? It took me a moment to process what he meant. Holy shit, he thought I worked for the government as an agent of some sort. Quickly, I replied, “No, I’m not.”<br />
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A voice came from him. “Deacon, man, you’re gonna get your ass jacked up even further for this.”<br />
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Glancing over his shoulder, Deacon said to the young, blond haired man, “Stay out of this, Bishop.”<br />
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Bishop held up his hands. “Fine. It’s your fucking funeral.”<br />
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David’s hand slid down my throat to the buttons on my dress. Glancing over his shoulder at the others, he questioned, “What do you bet she’s wired up under her tits?”<br />
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When his hands started to rip open my dress, I couldn’t hold back my scream. “No, stop! I’m not who you think I am. I swear!” I protested.<br />
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“Then just who the hell are you?” he demanded.<br />
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Before I could answer, a tiny voice came from behind us. “Miss Alex?”<br />
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The sound of Willow’s voice caused David to release his hold on my dress, but his body still kept me pinned to the wall. At that same moment, Rev entered the clubhouse. When he saw me, his eyes bulged, and he broke into a run to reach us. Grabbing David’s shoulders, he slung him away from me. “For fuck’s sake, Deacon, what the hell are you doing?”<br />
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“I’m giving this undercover ATF bitch what she deserves,” Deacon spat, taking a step back toward me. <br />
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“Christ, she’s not ATF,” Rev countered.<br />
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“Oh, then who the hell is she?”<br />
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“She’s my teacher…and my friend,” Willow answered in a small voice.<br />
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<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPMXoaF-xsQ/VXBLCUG7EDI/AAAAAAAARFY/dvm77NOOQ4o/s1600/10580112_323682794456743_8111805298674043201_n-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BPMXoaF-xsQ/VXBLCUG7EDI/AAAAAAAARFY/dvm77NOOQ4o/s200/10580112_323682794456743_8111805298674043201_n-1.jpg" width="200" /></a>Katie Ashley is the New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of The Proposition Series, Runaway Train Series, as well as several New Adult and Young Adult titles. Her latest series, Vicious Cycle, has been picked up for publication by Penguin Books. <br />
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She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, Downton Abbey, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.
With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.
She is represented by Jane Dystel of Dystel and Goderich Literary Management<br />
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I cannot wait for this next book in the amazing <i>Bliss Series</i> by the equally amazing B.J. Harvey!! <i style="font-weight: bold;">Finding Bliss </i>gives us more Noah Taylor ... aka the Walking Dildo!! Bring on 16 June!!</div>
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<b>Title: </b>Finding Bliss</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Bliss #4</div>
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The End of an Era<br />
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They call me the walking dildo.<br />
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Gratifying? Yes. <br />
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Something my mother would be proud of? Hell no!<br />
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Watching my best friend and my old friend-with-benefits blissfully walk down the aisle has just reiterated the fact that I’m thirty and perpetually single. <br />
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I thought I’d found the woman I wanted to spend my life with, you have to open your eyes to realize that it’s never gonna happen.<br />
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Funny how meeting the right person can finally make you see sense.<br />
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My name is Noah Taylor: kickass trauma surgeon, closet idealist, wishful thinker, and all round cocky asshole, and this is the year my life will change for the better. <br />
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“I'm not someone you can go ‘wham, bam, thank you ma'am’ with. That's not my style and if that's what you're looking for, then I'm not who you want. I'm a relationship girl, Noah. Always have been and always will be.” I square my shoulders, not daring to look away from him. It’s as if we’re kids having a staring contest, except we’re not kids, and the stakes are far higher than trying to win the last cookie left in the jar. No, the stakes are much, <i>much </i>higher and we both know it.<br />
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He looks away first, staring out the window behind me as he bites the side of his lip, mulling over something. "You don't know me."<br />
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"No I don't, Noah. I know <i>of </i>you… but then there’s the fact we shared the best kiss of my entire life together." An uneasy silence stretches between us. His eyes meet mine again and I'm struck with just how much depth there is there. This is a side of Noah that very few people see. <br />
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"God, I wish I remembered that kiss," he murmurs, his voice desperate, longing as he drops his eyes to the floor. <br />
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"I wish you did, too." My voice is laced with regret. After what feels like forever he snaps his head up, seemingly reaching a decision. Pinning me with an intense stare, he starts moving forward. <br />
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"I just need a chance. Let me get to know you. Let me show you the real me."<br />
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"Friends, Noah. That's all I can do right now." A slow, almost knowing smile ghosts across his lips.<br />
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"Friends,” he says, as if he’s testing the word. "I can do that ... to start with anyway." He steps closer until our bodies are almost touching and it’s impossible to ignore the heat now radiating between us. "I'm going to show you the real me. I'm not just a cocky asshole with a black book the size of Chicago." <br />
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My chest tightens at the thought that a) he would know that many people and b) have slept with that many women. If I was in that black book I’d wanna dip myself in bleach before taking a cocktail of every antibiotic available. <br />
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"I want you to like what you see . . ." <br />
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"I—" My protest is stopped by his index finger pressing against my lips. It takes everything in me not to just reach out my tongue to taste it. <br />
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"I want you to want to know me. But I need you to know . . ." His warm breath caresses my skin as he leans his face closer to mine. My breathing is so erratic it's a wonder I haven’t passed out, something I almost do when his lips gently suck on the skin beneath my ear before he whispers so softly, I almost think I’m hearing things. But as his deliciously potent words sink in, I realize there is no way I’ve misheard him.<br />
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"I'm going to make you fall in love with me. And I’m not gonna stop until you do."<br />
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Stella Brady was the epitome of indulgence. With a history of seducing gorgeous men, wrecking hotel rooms and provoking scandalous rumors, fame rewarded her extravagant behavior. Nothing was off limits when it came to gratifying her desires, except the one thing she craved most of all-anonymity.<br />
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In a strange twist of fate, a tragic accident robs Stella of all memories past the age of seventeen and she must reconcile the person she has become with the phantom of who she is supposed to be.<br />
Trapped in a limbo of his own, Navy officer Julian Moreau has taken leave and returned to his childhood home in order to care for his dying mother. Growing restless with a life on hold, nothing could prepare him for the impossible. Stella Brady had returned to Mooresville.<br />
Despite a decade of separation and hopeless circumstances, neither is able to deny the irresistible attraction and connection they share. As each layer of the past unravels, they must decide if falling in love could lead to a lifetime of happiness, or one worth forgetting.<br />
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Julian laughed at my boldness. My attempts to be a seductress fell upon a well-seasoned soldier. <br />
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“Why are you laughing at me? Do you find this funny?” <br />
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He shook his head and brought his lips closer to my mouth. “No, I find this ironic.” <br />
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“How so?” I asked with a pout. <br />
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He responded with the same lightheartedness. “Because this is the same thing you did the first night we were together. You had me come out here to the cove and you tried to seduce me.” <br />
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“Did it work?”<br />
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His pupils dilated while his hand trailed down my waist. “Of course it did. I was an eighteen-year-old boy, hopelessly in love with you.” <br />
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I giggled and allowed my lips to meet the soft curve of his neck. “Will you indulge me once more then?” <br />
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Reaching down to grab his hand, I brought it to my breast and squeezed over his fingers. <br />
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“Tell me how it happened. How did I lose my innocence?”<br />
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loved <b><i>Forgetting</i></b>. Stella is a wonderful
character, a perfect combination of feisty and sensitive. Her battle to remember is almost painful at
times, particularly as it becomes clear that those around her know things that
she doesn’t. She must reconcile her
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history they shared slowly unfolds and I couldn’t help but hope that they would
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than a love story … it is a series of life messages that will touch many
people. For me, it reminded me that I
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<b>Release Date: </b>29 December, 2014</div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">Mariska<o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">If you asked
where this sudden surge of bravery came from, I’d have to be honest. I had no
fucking idea. Stuart rode into the barn looking like sex on two legs… very
tired sex on two legs, but sex on two legs all the same, and I made up my mind.
After the way he kissed me yesterday, I didn’t care what type of bullshit line
he tried to spin, Stuart Knight was in the same space as me. He was fighting
hard, but he wanted this.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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bedroom ordering him around, and he was actually allowing it. Humoring me, more
like it. Not for one minute was I suffering from the delusion that this man
took orders from anyone. Still, for whatever reason, exhaustion or simple
curiosity, he let me take the lead.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US"> Once his shirt was off, I couldn’t hide the
hitch in my breath at the site of his lined torso. Ridges crossed his abdomen,
lines stretched across his broad shoulders and down his arms. He lay on his
stomach across the mattress, and it was all I could do not to run my tongue
over every inch of his beautiful body. Instead, I quickly took off my boots,
and for increased mobility (yes, that was my excuse), I removed my denim
shorts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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smoothed my palm across his lower back, trying to remember the touches I’d
learned in the few massage therapy classes I’d taken. <i>Why hadn’t I taken more?</i> Kneading a little harder, I knew I had to
get lower, down into the pelvic area to give him relief. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“Do you mind if
I remove your boxers?” My voice was breathless and trembling. Those snug, dark
briefs didn’t hide much, but I knew once I saw that ass, I’d be a goner.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">“No.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">One word. He’d
sounded almost as cautious as me when he said it. Closing my eyes, I shook
myself. Now was the time. This was my man. If I was going to make it happen, if
I was going to make any of this make sense, from the day I left Bayville to
this moment, I had to go for it. Fate had dropped this opportunity straight in
my lap.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US">Inhaling a quiet
breath, I gently pulled the waistband out and lowered it down his legs. I knew
what was on the other side, pressed between his pelvis and the mattress, and I
didn’t want to hurt him. Miraculously, I got his underwear off, and<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i><span lang="EN-US">My. <o:p></o:p></span></i></div>
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tight, with palm-sized indentations on each side… For a moment, I could only
stare at his backside. Perfect and golden as the rest of him.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Climbing back onto my knees, I took the
quietest deep breath in the history of recorded time. It trembled going in, and
my hand trembled reaching out. I touched him. He seemed to breathe at that
exact moment as well—almost as if he’d been holding his breath, too. </div>
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<b>Title: </b>Striving for Acceptance</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Striving #3</div>
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<i>Third in the Striving Series, but can be read alone. </i><br />
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We all want to feel accepted, but sometimes we do unacceptable things. When we push it too far and do the unforgivable, are we still allowed to hope for that acceptance?<br />
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Or are we doomed to accept a life of loneliness?<br />
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My current bed friend is someone who’s struggling to find his own acceptance. His big crime? He’s following his dreams. His father can’t accept the fact he no longer wants to follow in his footsteps. Should he be shut out because he quit the family business? I don’t think so. But if he should, I’ve got bigger problems.<br />
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My crime?<br />
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I cheated on my husband and then killed the man I cheated with. Would you still accept me?<br />
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<i>Ages 18+ due to adult situations and violence.</i><br />
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“Could you hand me another clay pot, please?” I was crouched down, getting the displays ready for opening day. Never mind it was still three weeks away. I needed to keep busy.<br /><br />The pot appeared before me and I grabbed it. “Thanks.”<br /><br />“You’re welcome.”<br /><br />I turned my head to the male voice and was inches from a bulge I’d gotten used to having in my face. I hadn’t seen what the bulge was made of yet, but he sure liked thrusting it in my face every chance he could.<br /><br />I snipped the shears I had in my hand. “You’re very brave to come that close.” He backed up. “That’s what I thought.”<br /><br />I stood and looked at him. His curly blond hair needed a cut, as usual, and the smirk on his face needed to be smacked off. I tilted my head to the side and wondered what he would look like without the scruff he tried to pass off as a beard. <i>Why should I care what he would look like? </i>I shook my head.<br /><br />“What do you need, Mick? I’m busy.”<br /><br />“I just thought I’d see if you needed help.”<br /><br />“As I’ve told you the other fifty times you’ve come over, no. I’ve got everything under control.”<br /><br />He rocked back on his heels and looked around. “It does look good.”<br /><br />“Thank you.”<br /><br />My sister, Rachael, came from the back and smiled. We were complete opposites. She had long, wavy blonde hair while my hair was black and cut short. You might have been able to tell we were from the same gene pool if I showed my body off the way she did, but I liked to keep things a little more under wraps compared to her curve-hugging style. Besides, I’d always been the more casual type and she was all about the latest styles. It looked good on her, but I’ve got better things to worry about than clothes.<br /><br />The other thing which set us apart was the fact she was friendly. I wasn’t. “Hey, Mick, what brings you over?”<br /><br />“Just being neighborly.”<br /><br />I rolled my eyes and turned to work on another display. “We’ve got it. Thanks for stopping by.”<br /><br />Rachael waited until he left. “You’re not very nice to him.”<br /><br />“He isn’t someone I want to be nice to.”<br /><br />“I think you could be very nice to each other.” She smiled. “I’ve tried to get Carl to grow some scruff like that. It’s sexy. The least you could do is play nice with him and tell me if it—”<br /><br />“Look, he’s the lease-holder. I don’t need to be caught up in that. Plus, he’s a little rude, always pushing his cock in my face.”<br /><br />Her hands fell to her sides. “Excuse me?”<br /><br />“Yes, it’s always there.”<br /><br />She smiled. “Maybe you’re just always looking.”<br /><br />“Don’t you have to pick up Amy?”<br /><br />“Shit.” She looked at her watch. “I really do, but this conversation isn’t over.”<br /><br />I mumbled, “It is for me.”<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I had just finished wiping down the counter even though I’d already cleaned it a dozen times. I wasn’t ready to go home. I wanted to make sure it was perfect for opening day.<br /><br />There was a small tap on the door. “Let me in already!” Mick yelled.<br /><br />I rolled my eyes and walked over to the door. “It’s unlocked. Just open—” I opened it to see him balancing two plates and two glasses of wine. He walked past without an invitation. “What are you doing?”<br /><br />“Come over and help me.”<br /><br />Curiosity got the better of me. I walked over and watched as he turned his ass to me. “Take out the tablecloth, will you? It’s a little big, but if you keep it folded in half, it should fit the counter.”<br /><br />I took the tablecloth from his back pocket and laid it out as he said to. “What are you doing?”<br /><br />“Dinner.” He set the plates and glasses down. “You never leave for dinner or have anything ordered in.” He looked me over. “You’re too thin.”<br /><br />I placed my hands on my hips. “Excuse me?”<br /><br />“You need to keep your strength up if you’re going to run a company by yourself. You need to take care of yourself or you have no business taking care of anything else.”<br /><br />He handed me a napkin with a fork and knife and pointed to the plate. I watched him grab a couple of stools for us. “Eat.” He sat on his stool and dug in. “Are you going to tell me you don’t like steak?”<br /><br />I shook my head. I sat down and looked at the steak, baked potato, and green beans. “I’m just trying to figure out what your motive is.”<br /><br />“Money.”<br /><br />I looked up. “You want me to pay you for this.”<br /><br />“No, I want you to pay for your lease, and you can’t do that if you run yourself down.” He took another bite and pointed at my plate. “Eat.”<br /><br />I could live with that answer. It was honest and impersonal, so I liked it. I started eating. “This is really good.”<br /><br />“Thanks.”<br /><br />“How did you keep it warm?”<br /><br />“I don’t live far.”<br /><br />“Oh.”<br /><br />We sat in silence and finished our meal. It wasn’t uncomfortable. The sounds of the utensils against the plates filled the air and before I knew it, I had cleaned the plate.<br /><br />“See, you feel better now, don’t you?”<br /><br />I allowed a small smile. “I do. Thank you.”<br /><br />He nodded and looked around. “It’s remarkable how good this place looks. You’ve done a great job.”<br /><br />“Thanks. Thank you for dinner, too.”<br /><br />He turned back to me and smiled. “You’re welcome.”<br /><br />A police car with lights and sirens went by and I started shaking. He noticed. “I’m going to take the plates to the back and rinse them off for you, but I don’t have any detergent to clean them.”<br /><br />He held my hand and stopped me from taking his plate. “What’s wrong?”<br /><br />“Oh, it just startled me, is all. I’ll be right back.”<br /><br />He allowed me to go to the back with the dishes. I set them in the sink and took a deep breath while I hung my head and leaned on the counter. I wondered if Al was available. It made it easier after I moved into Rachael’s apartment to see her neighbor down the hall, but it also made it more difficult to avoid him. I needed to forget life for a while and he always helped me with that, but he had started to want too much. I just wanted sex.<br /><br />“Hey.” Mick came into the back, scaring me. I jumped, dropping the knife in the sink. “I’m sorry. You were just back here a little longer than I thought it would take to rinse plates.”<br /><br />“I must be tired.” I grabbed a hand towel and dried the plates. “They still need soap, but at least you won’t get anything dirty.”<br /><br />“Thanks.” He looked back out to the front. “Do you want to talk about it?”<br /><br />“No. There’s nothing to talk about.” I walked around him and took the plates to the counter. He had already folded the tablecloth.<br /><br />“Okay, but I’m a pretty good listener.”<br /><br />“I’m not good at talking. Just ask my sister.”<br /><br />He smiled. “I’m not, either. I think that’s what makes me a good listener.” He looked around. “Well, I think I’ll get out of your way and let you go home. You need to rest up for your big day.”<br /><br />I laughed. “That’s a lot of resting. It’s still a few weeks out.” What I needed wasn’t rest. I checked my watch. Al went to bed early, and I needed to catch him before he went to sleep.<br /><br />He pointed to my watch. “Do you have somewhere you need to be?”<br /><br />“Not exactly. I wanted to catch a friend before he went to sleep.”<br /><br />“He?”<br /><br />“I’m allowed to have male friends.”<br /><br />“I never said you couldn’t.”<br /><br />“It was implied.”<br /><br />He raised an eyebrow. “From one word?”<br /><br />“It was the tone.”<br /><br />He tilted his head forward. “The tone was surprise that you liked the male species.”<br /><br />“Occasionally.”<br /><br />“I’m a lot closer.”<br /><br />“To what?”<br /><br />He stepped up to me but didn’t touch me. “For what you need your friend for.”<br /><br />We stood there staring at each other. He was probably wondering if I was going to take him up on his offer, and I was wondering if he was serious. It didn’t matter. I couldn’t get involved and risk losing the shop, no matter how promising the bulge he constantly put in front of me was.<br /><br />“You have no idea what I need my friend for.”<br /><br />He walked me backwards until I hit the counter. “You want him to take care of your needs. Needs you suddenly have ever since that cop car went blaring by. You need him to help you forget life for a while, to make you feel good, and protected.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Deny it.”<br /><br />I swallowed as he leaned in more, pressing his body to mine and reaching behind me to grab the dishes. I closed my eyes when he walked away. The breath I had been holding was finally released. Al better not have gone to sleep yet.</div>
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I unlocked my door and threw my purse on the chair. I wanted to take a shower before I went to Al’s. He didn’t care if I came over dirty from working in the shop, but I cared. Before I got to the bathroom, there was a knock on my door. I smiled; only one person knocked like that. He could shower with me.<br /><br />I opened the door and smiled even wider. “Hey, I was just going to jump in the shower and head over, but you can come in with me. My back needs washing.”<br /><br />He stepped in, but didn’t look happy. “Deb, we need to talk.”<br /><br />I lowered my head and shut the door. I was dreading this day, the day he demanded more than sex. I turned and looked at the guy I’d spent the last several months with but knew very little about. That was how I wanted to keep it.<br /><br />He was blond, dumb, and a great fuck. That’s all I needed to know and all I wanted to know. I was going to miss the orgasms he could give me. Fuck. “Al, we’ve talked about this.”<br /><br />“No, actually.” He looked at the package in his hands. “I met someone.”<br /><br />I took a step back. I hadn’t expected that. “You did?”<br /><br />“Yeah, and I want to be exclusive with her.” He handed me the package.<br /><br />“What’s this?”<br /><br />“A goodbye gift.” He rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. “Don’t open it until I leave, but I feel bad about this.”<br /><br />I put the box on the side table and hugged him. “Do not feel bad at all. I’m very happy for you.”<br /><br />He hugged me back. “You are?”<br /><br />“Of course.” I backed up and patted his chest. “You have a big heart in there and have wanted to give it to someone for a long time. I’m glad you’ve found someone to give it to.” I looked at the gift. “You really didn’t have to.”<br /><br />He smiled. “Yes, I did.” He checked his watch. “She’s coming over any minute, so I should get back to my apartment. Thanks for being cool with this. I’m going to miss you.”<br /><br />“I’m not going anywhere, champ. We’ll still see each other. We’ll just see each other with our clothes on.”<br /><br />He smiled and nodded as he walked out. I locked the door behind him and turned to the package. I should’ve given it back to him. He didn’t need to give me anything. What I received from our time together was the only thing I’d wanted from him. I opened the package and smiled. I guess he wanted to make sure I still had my orgasms.<br /><br />I took it out and looked at the deluxe model vibrator he had given me. I wasn’t much into vibrators and didn’t have the need for them with him next door. I shrugged and took it to the bedroom. I didn’t have him anymore, so no need for his money to go to waste.<br /><br />
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We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for Lauren Blakely's SEDUCTIVE NIGHTS Box Set! The SEDUCTIVE NIGHTS Box Set is a compilation of the novella and all three full-length novels from her first Erotic Romance Series, The Seductive Nights Series! Grab this box set now and stay warm through those cold winter nights ahead.<br />
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<i>I'm so thrilled that so many readers have fallen in love with Julia and Clay and the Seductive Nights series. I originally only intended to write one book, Night After Night, and then it became two with After This Night. As soon as I published that book last May, readers asked for even more! So I wrote One More Night, and it was such a joy to spend more time with this couple. I hope more readers have a chance to get to know their sexy love story, and that's why I have packaged all three full-length novels starring Julia and Clay in one box set for the first time ever! Happy Holidays and may your nights be filled with pleasure!</i><br />
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<i>Seductive Nights: The Complete Julia and Clay Collection is a box set of all the books starring Julia and Clay in the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Seductive Nights Series. This box set includes First Night, Night After Night, After This Night, and One More Night. This is the ONLY Seductive Nights box set that includes the final Julia and Clay novel, ONE MORE NIGHT.</i><b style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px;"><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.3999996185303px;"><br /></span></b><br />
<b>-FIRST NIGHT</b>When the sinfully handsome Clay Nichols walks into her bar in San Francisco, Julia Bell simply wants a break from the troubles that keep chasing her. They share one scorchingly hot night together, but discover a connection that runs deeper than mere chemistry....<br />
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<b>-NIGHT AFTER NIGHT</b>With a dirty mind and a mouth to match, Clay Nichols is everything Julia never knew she wanted and exactly what she cannot have. He walked into her life one night and unlocked pleasure in her that she never knew was possible. Possessing her body, captivating her every thought. Which makes him way too dangerous for Julia to risk her heart, given that she has a price tag on her head. She ran after one mind-blowing week with him, but now he's back, and determined to make her his own.<br />
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<b>-AFTER THIS NIGHT</b>Clay Nichols can’t get the gorgeous and fiery Julia Bell out of his mind. He’s so drawn to her, and to the nights they shared, that she's all he can focus on. But she's playing hot and cold, and he wants all of her. When he finds her again at her sister's wedding, they have a second chance but she'll have to let him all the way in. And they'll learn just how much more there is to the intense chemistry they share, and whether love can carry them well past the danger of her past and into a new future, after this night...<br />
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<b>-ONE MORE NIGHT</b>Sexy bartender Julia Bell and hot-as-hell entertainment lawyer Clay thought their future was clear sailing. But life doesn't work that way and the fiery lovers run into a slew of new challenges. Trouble looms in every corner on their trip to the city of sin. Can Clay save Julia from danger one more time? Or will he be too late for the woman he adores?<br />
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18.3999996185303px;">She tugged one end of the ribbon, letting the white satiny bow fall across the shiny wrapping paper. Ripping off the paper, she popped open the top of the box, and there it was. That glow in her eyes. The absolute joy in receiving gifts. She was a delight to give presents to because she never faked her appreciation. Reaching inside the box, she wrapped her fingers around the necklace then gently lifted the long strand of pearls. “Oh my God, they’re stunning. They’re so fucking gorgeous.”<br /><br />She draped the pearls over her hand, the long strands like waterfalls of smooth, rounded beads. She gazed at them like they were precious, a fitting response, since they were. “They’re real,” she said, with wonder in her voice as she looked up at him.<br /><br />He nodded. “I would never give you something fake.”<br /><br />“I’ve never had pearls before. I’ve never thought of myself as a pearl person.”<br /><br />“Then let me show you how I want you to wear them, so you can see how absolutely fucking sexy a pearl person can be,” he said, standing up and making his way to his suitcase. He opened one of the zipper compartments where he’d tucked a dress for her, and brought it over. “Another gift. Put this on.”<br /><br />“Now?”<br /><br />He nodded. “Yes. Model it for me.”<br /><br />“As you wish,” she said, standing up and glancing once at the cockpit. “What about the pilot?”<br /><br />“I told him we’d be making full use of the plane and he said he’d have his eyes on the sky the whole time.”<br /><br />“Then keep your eyes on me,” she said, looping the strand around her neck, then stripping off her skirt, letting it pool at her feet, her gaze locked on him the whole time. He watched her, growing harder with each layer she removed—now her shirt, then her lacy bra. He reclined the spacious leather seat, taking in the show, savoring every second of her undressing. She stood before him in only her underwear, a small bit of sheer white covering her pussy, the evidence of her arousal<br />already starting to show as he caught a quick glimpse between her legs.<br /><br />“There’s no need for the panties. Get rid of them now, Julia,” he told her in a rough voice.<br /><br />She nodded, and stepped out of the panties.<br /><br />Taking the silky dress from his hands, she tugged it on, and he shuddered, jealous of the fabric that now hugged her naked curves. She turned around, but kept looking at him, watching as he caught sight of the backless dress for the first time.<br /><br />He drew a sharp breath, letting it fill his chest as the view of her bare skin fueled his desire. “Come here. I need to adjust those pearls,” he said, and she kneeled in front of him. In one quick move, he shifted the strand from her front, dangling between her breasts, to her back, so the pearls were a choker on her neck.<br /><br />“Now sit on my lap, so I can admire you,” he said, and she rose, then positioned her sweet little ass on his thighs. He smoothed his hands over the soft skin of her back, his cock stiffening as she hitched in a breath at his touch. Unable to resist her breasts, he looped his hands around to cup them through the fabric, kneading and stroking until her nipples quickly turned to hard diamond points. She gasped, and arched her back, pressing her breasts further into his hands as if she needed the pressure, craved the touch. He played with her breasts until she was nearly panting, then returned his hands to her gorgeous back, and the trail of pearls that led down her spine. “I can’t decide if I want you to wear these while I fuck you or if I want to play with them while I’m fucking you,” he mused, as he fingered the pearls.<br /><br />“How would you play with them?” she asked, and her voice sounded hot, wanton.<br /><br />“Let’s find out.”</span></div>
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<b>Series: </b>Carolina Bad Boys #2 </div>
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<b>Date of release: </b>December 11, 2014<br />
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New York Times bestselling paranormal author, Nicky—Nick—Love is anything but successful in love. For years he’s lost himself in his writing career, but now he’s ready to get back to his rebel-boy roots. While restoring a motorcycle at Stone’s Auto Service, he meets the Wildcat of his dreams. She’s a shock to the system for the romance writer who doesn’t remember a damn thing about wooing a woman.<br />
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Their passionate romance falls apart when Nicky discovers Cat’s secret rivals his own. The truth about her past reopens Nicky’s raw wounds and awakens a ghost he never laid to rest. He doesn’t know how to have Cat, and now he can’t trust her. Will they be torn apart . . . or tamed by love?<br />
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<b>Title: </b>End Game</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Fate #4</div>
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<b>Author: </b>Emersyn Vallis</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Adult, Contemporary Romance</div>
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<b>Release Date: </b>Winter 2015</div>
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Once upon time, there were two girls living their lives completely unaware of one another and the dangerous game they had been placed in…<br />
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Until Fate found them…<br />
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Fate saved them, made them stronger & with time, Fate brought them together to become friends rather than enemies…<br />
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Revenge.<br />
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Emersyn Vallis is a first time author with Adjournment being the first book in the Fated Series. Currently residing on the east coast with her husband and three children she is typically mistaken for being quiet and reserved her friends often describe her as a spastic spider monkey and always the first to be there with her quick wit to pull you back up when you’re feeling down. After reading as a hobby for most of her life it wasn’t until she had discovered R. L. Mathewson’s ‘Neighbor from Hell Series’ and Tara Sivec’s ‘Playing with Fire Series’ that she came up with the idea to fuse comedy and suspense together and her passion for writing was born.<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Chasing the Tide</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Reclaiming the Sand #2</div>
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<b>Author: </b>A. Meredith Walters</div>
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Bully and Victim<br />
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Friend and Lover<br />
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Past and Future<br />
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Ellie McCallum and Flynn Hendrick’s story was as painful as it was devastating. But they were able to find within each other an unlikely yet beautiful love. Despite the obstacles that tried to keep them apart.<br />
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Now years after their life changing reunion Ellie is back in Wellston, having just graduated from college and ready to start her future with the man who taught her how to love. However, returning to a town that held so much bitterness and anger was the last place she wanted to start over.<br />
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But for Flynn, who is now an art professor at the community college and firmly rooted in the place that gave them their beginning, she’d do just about anything.<br />
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Yet it’s difficult building a life when you’ve only just learned how to live.<br />
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Ellie and Flynn must learn how far they are willing to go to stay together. Or whether the ghosts of the past will consume them both.<br />
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Because finding a happily ever after is harder than it seems. Particularly when you’re fighting against the one thing that could destroy you.<br />
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Yourself.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif";">A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif";">When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif";">Ellie McCallum was a bully. No connection to anyone or anything. A sad and lonely existence for a young woman who had come to expect nothing more for herself. Her only happiness coming from making others miserable.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "Californian FB","serif";">Flynn Hendrick lived a life completely disconnected even as he struggled to become something more than that boy with Asperger's. He was taunted and teased, bearing the brunt of systematic and calculated cruelty, ultimately culminating in a catastrophic turn of events that brought Ellie and Flynn’s worlds crashing down.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b><i>INSPIRE </i></b>is a New Adult Paranormal Romance novel and the first book in her new Muse Series!! Holy canoli, y'all. Go out and get this today!</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Muse #1</div>
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Kalliope lives with one purpose.<br />
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To inspire.<br />
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As an immortal muse, she doesn’t have any other choice. It’s part of how she was made. Musicians, artists, actors—they use her to advance their art, and she uses them to survive. She moves from one artist to the next, never staying long enough to get attached. But all she wants is a different life— a normal one. She’s spent thousands of years living lie after lie, and now she’s ready for something real.<br />
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Sweet, sexy, and steady, Wilder Bell feels more real than anything else in her long existence. And most importantly… he’s not an artist. He doesn’t want her for her ability. But she can’t turn off the way she influences people, not even to save a man she might love. Because in small doses, she can help make something beautiful, but her ability has just as much capacity to destroy as it does to create. The longer she stays, the more obsessed Wilder will become. It’s happened before, and it never turns out well for the mortal.<br />
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Her presence may inspire genius.<br />
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But it breeds madness, too.<br />
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I can feel Wilder’s breath against my lips. More than that, I can <i>see </i>it. The sun has set and the temperature has dropped, and air fogs between us. There’s something about actually seeing it, like our lips are touching, <i>we are touching</i>, despite the distance between. And as we sway from side to side, my heart gradually begins to pick up speed. The strains of guitar music flowing out from the restaurant are nearly indecipherable over the heavy heartbeat in my ears. But Wilder must hear it. His hands are strong on my body, guiding my movements, and I’m practically clay in his palms. We dance, eyes on eyes, lips nearly on lips, and there is lightning beneath my skin each time his body brushes against mine in a new way. His touch is firm, but gentle, never pushing or pressuring, though I can tell from the dark look in his eyes that he’s just as affected as I am. The music shifts, building to a crescendo, and he spins us. My chest pushes tight against his, and I bite back a gasp. I don’t know if it’s the cold or him or some combination of both, but the tips of my breasts are painfully tight. Just the pressure of my bra is enough to rub them raw. I remember the night at his apartment, the way he’d taken his time learning my body. I think of the heat of his mouth on my skin, and the memory alone is enough to make me shiver and clench. He’s back to being business, grown-up Wilder tonight in his button down and glasses. Only now that I know him, it doesn’t seem like such a stark difference. He is neither the straight-laced man nor the tattooed bad boy. Or perhaps he’s both. Regardless of what he’s wearing, Wilder is caring and loyal and strong and so sexy that I’m having trouble remembering why I shouldn’t push him into the backseat of his SUV and crawl on top of him. <br />
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Stella Brady was the epitome of indulgence. With a history of seducing gorgeous men, wrecking hotel rooms and provoking scandalous rumors, fame rewarded her extravagant behavior. Nothing was off limits when it came to gratifying her desires, except the one thing she craved most of all-anonymity.<br />
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My eyes grew wide and my stomach fluttered. Imagining his lips on mine caused my mouth to water in anticipation. The air between us grew tangible, and I could think of nothing else. I moved my chest closer to his, and felt my breath grow shaky. The moment his hand rested against my cheek, I melted into his palm and closed my eyes. I parted my lips slightly and waited for him to move. The air puffed out of his nostrils and his face moved closer to mine. He wrapped his other arm tightly around my waist and pulled me close. Time felt as though it was dragging along on purpose, just to torture me, until finally his lips brushed mine and offered sweet respite. A deep whine was pulled from my lungs, and I craved more as I tangled myself into him.<br /><br />“Child, I know what it’s like to feel like a stranger in your own body. To not have any control, or answers as to why things are so. How painful it is to move through the day to day, and continuously give yourself a reason to fight, when all you want to do is just go to sleep and have it all be over and done with. Tell me why am I sitting here voluntarily having my body poisoned to fight this demon, when I know ultimately I am going to lose? Why do any of us here keep fighting?” I looked around and all eyes were upon us. The room had fallen silent, and not one person dared to respond. Raina’s hand reached out for my cheek and was quickly soaked with tears. I didn’t have to ask why. I knew. “For love,”<br /><br /><br />
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JL Brooks is a former columnist turned novelist. What started as a bet changed her entire course in life. With a passion for adventure, she believes everyone has a story to tell. Chances are she will try to convince you to tell yours.<br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">
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Throb is a new, deliciously dirty, series coming in 2015!</div>
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<b>Title: </b>Something Like Love</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Contemporary Romance</div>
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Fate has never been kind to Mia Lee, but her misfortune has driven her to seek redemption from a past filled with regret.<br />
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<b>Title: </b>Wicked</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Wicked Trilogy #1</div>
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<b>Author: </b>Jennifer L. Armentrout</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>New Adult Paranormal Romance</div>
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<b>Release Date:</b> 8 December, 2010</div>
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Things are about to get Wicked in New Orleans. <br />
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Twenty-two year old Ivy Morgan isn’t your average college student. She, and others like her, know humans aren’t the only thing trolling the French Quarter for fun… and for food. Her duty to the Order is her life. After all, four years ago, she lost everything at the hands of the creatures she’d sworn to hunt, tearing her world and her heart apart. <br />
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Ren Owens is the last person Ivy expected to enter her rigidly controlled life. He’s six feet and three inches of temptation and swoon-inducing charm. With forest-green eyes and a smile that’s surely left a stream of broken hearts in its wake, he has an uncanny, almost unnatural ability to make her yearn for everything he has to offer. But letting him in is as dangerous as hunting the cold-blooded killers stalking the streets. Losing the boy she loved once before had nearly destroyed her, but the sparking tension that grows between them becomes impossible for Ivy to deny. Deep down, she wants… she needs more than what her duty demands of her, what her past has shaped for her. <br />
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He left me standing there as he disappeared into the bathroom, and I tried to make sense of what just happened. All I knew was that the punch-in-the-chest sadness that came whenever I thought of Shaun wasn’t there. And I didn’t know what to make of that.<br />
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Taking a deep breath, I put my clothes on his dresser and all but dashed into the bed, and good Lord, the mattress was comfy! I scooted to the middle and froze, having no idea what side he slept on or if he had a side. I totally had a side—always the furthest away from closet doors because I was a dork. Straightening the shirt out so my undies weren’t saying hi to the world, I tugged the blanket up to my hips and lay flat on my back.<br />
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I so needed an adult to explain to me what the hell I was supposed to do from this point on.<br />
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There wasn’t much time to stress over it because Ren returned from the bathroom. His ever-present half grin spread as he saw me. I clutched the blanket, my breath caught in my throat. My heart pounded so fast that I wondered if I was going to have a heart attack, and God, wouldn’t that be embarrassing. I swallowed nervously and willed my heart to slow.<br />
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Turning off the lamp, shadows fell around Ren, but when he faced me, I could tell that he’d frozen. I couldn’t make out his expression as he bent, taking a hold of the covers on his side.<br />
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“Ivy?”<br />
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“Hmm?”<br />
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He slowly edged the covers back from his side and climbed in, and although I couldn’t make out his eyes, I knew he was watching me. “I’m happy that you’re here.”<br />
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My fingers eased off the blanket.<br />
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As he stretched out beside me, my eyes adjusted to the lack of light, and I could see that he was smiling. “Are you?”<br />
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“Yeah,” I whispered.<br />
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“Good. That’s all I wanted to hear.”<br />
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Wow, the warmth that flooded my chest could’ve turned me into a puddle of goo in that bed. I waited for him to make a move on me, but seconds ticked by. He seriously was behaving himself. I dared a quick peek at him, and found I could not look away.<br />
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Ren lifted his arm closest to me, and a heartbeat passed. I hesitated for a moment, and then, my heart pounding even more, I slid over until my leg brushed his. He curved his arm around my waist and drew me up against his side, guiding me down until I was nestled against his warm, bare chest. Another moment passed and then I lowered my cheek, and the simple pleasure of lying like this nearly broke me right open. <br />
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<b>Title: </b>No Fear</div>
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<b>Author: </b>Heather Allen</div>
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<b>Series: </b>The No Regrets Series, Book #2</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>New Adult</div>
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<b>Release Date: </b>December 2nd</div>
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Greylan Pace believed fighting was everything.<br />
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He thought making it as an MMA fighter in the pro circuit was the ultimate of goals.<br />
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He realizes goals and dreams never stay the same, and loyalty is fleeting. His life has taken another turn and he finds himself fighting for entirely different reasons.<br />
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The mob.<br />
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This battle isn’t for a title, but a fight for his life, and his ‘family’ who are more important to him than anything else.<br />
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Heather is a Florida girl! Her life revolves around the two W’s- water and words! She grew up in south Florida and now lives in Melbourne, Florida with her husband and three kids, just minutes from the ocean.<br />
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She has been an avid reader of just about every genre her entire life. Her writing career began a short few years ago when she decided to listen to the voices in her head and put them to paper and the words began to flow…<br />
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Heather loves to ride her bike and just be outside! When she isn’t writing Heather can be found at the beach or out on the water boating.<br />
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Heather Allen is the author of seven novels, some that are self-published and some through Limitless Publishing.<br />
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<b><i>NO REGRETS</i></b><br />
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Author: Heather Allen<br />
Genre: New Adult<br />
Publisher: Limitless Publishing<br />
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Greylan Pace has been a fighter his entire life…<br />
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He’s worked hard to get to the top as a mixed martial arts fighter, and finally his time in the spotlight has come. Everything he’s ever wanted is at his fingertips.<br />
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Now Greylan finds himself back on top, going to battle in the biggest fight of his life. But he soon learns that what he’s strived for means nothing in comparison to his fight to keep his sister, his best friend Christina, and Mollie Andrews, the girl he can’t stop thinking about.<br />
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He fights with everything he’s got to keep his focus on his goal, but for the first time ever, he’s afraid he might lose.<br />
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<b>Series: </b>Running on Empty #1</div>
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<b>Release Date: </b>8 December, 2014</div>
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<b><i>Trice</i></b><br />
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Under the lights, amongst the jazz shoes, blistered feet and caked faces of the dance troupe, you pretend you’re someone else. The melody begins and your body responds. You allow it to weave into your skin until it’s made itself home in your soul. It is that dance that drives you. It is that dance that will continue to save you. It is that dance that will release you.<br />
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Until him.<br />
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Until your heart can no longer shut him out, even after he’s pushed you away.<br />
You can’t let him in again, can you? There’s only so much of your heart left to give.<br />
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<b><i>Alex</i></b><br />
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She is the reason I can’t stay. The reason that the covered bruises, the lies and the hurt are too much. I am no good for her. But when I see her again, I can’t stay away. Like Dante said, “The path to paradise begins in hell.”<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">Trice-</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">“What’s got your chuckling over there,
Bea-Bea?”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">I inwardly sigh at my nickname. “Ah …
nothing. It’s just me being silly.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Hmm …” he muses. “Sure … care to share?”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">My face heats up. I don’t feel so brave
anymore.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">“No, it’s okay, really.” I cover my cheeks
in embarrassment.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">He notices instantly and starts pecking at
me. “C’mon, Bea-Bea! You can tell me … pweeease?”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">I lower my hands and give him a look.
Should I? Shouldn’t I? His lips pucker in a duck face and I can’t help but
laugh. You’ve asked for it. “Well, seeing as it’s such a shock for you to see
me in my dance clothes, I contemplated wearing little outfits around the house
just to watch you stumble and perhaps crash into something.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">I can’t help but grin; it feels nice
having the upper hand in teasing for a change. Winding up the window, I notice
that for once he hasn’t replied. I’m in my element, so I keep on going. “You
know, just walk around and vacuum or answer the door, daily activities that I
don’t care for, but just so you can act like a fool … Geez, Alex, never thought
of you being shy. How times have changed.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">For a moment, I think I’ve embarrassed
him, then as I tilt my head over my shoulder to see him, he’s not looking
embarrassed. In fact, he’s looking … a whole lot tense. Narrowing my eyes at
him, I challenge him with, “Um … care to explain why you’re clutching the
steering wheel? Are you mad?”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">He tilts his chin to the left and I follow
its track, seeing the dance studio is in front of us. Oh, that was a quick
trip, albeit a little weird just now.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Oh. Well, thanks for the lift. I should
be finished by four or five. I’ll tram back, no need to chauffeur.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">He pulls over as I’m collecting my tote
from my feet, “Thanks again.” I smile, clearly trying to brighten up the
tension I’ve caused. I grab the door handle, but am stopped when his large arm
comes across my chest, essentially blocking me in. Our gazes lock.</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">“Bea,” he says softly, “I like that red
underwear you own.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 10pt;">“I ... ah ... am wearing it... today,”
Releasing his arm from the door handle, he gently holds my face while
staring intently into my eyes. “I especially like it when you wear your
nightgown. That blue one you have on the clothesline? Try putting that one on
and seeing what I’ll do.”</span><span lang="EN-US" style="color: #333333; font-family: "Georgia",serif; font-size: 10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";"><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<i>Perfection is an illusion fueled by the perception of others.</i><br />
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Tweet was my heart, my soul, and my purpose.<br />
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She was my everything.<br />
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Neither of us were perfect. We both made mistakes. Looking back, that was okay, because every choice brought us to where we needed to be at the time we needed to be there. The one constant, our love and friendship.<br />
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There are two sides to every story and I wouldn’t trade our sides for anything in the world.<br />
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A large hand came down and landed on my shoulder, causing my umpteenth beer to slosh over the sides of the red cup. “What the fuck?”<br />
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I bounced slightly when Travis plopped down on the sofa next to me. “Hey buddeeey. How’s my buddeeey?” he slurred, sliding his upper body along the back of the sofa closer to me.<br />
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I glanced over and threw him a lazy smirk.<br />
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With a cocked eyebrow and lopsided grin, he informed me, “I gotta surprise that’s gonna make that smile and other parts of you grow bigger.”<br />
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“You’re making me really uncomfortable,” I said, leaning away. <br />
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“There are two lovelies that want to spend time with our pulsating masculinity. Their names are Heather and Melanie.”<br />
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Travis’s head flopped to the side, his gaze and wave aimed at a cute blonde and brunette standing across the room.<br />
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“They’re all yours, buddy. I’m not in the mood.” I downed more of my beer.<br />
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His head rolled back toward me. “Heather won’t leave Melanie. They travel in pairs. I want to get my hands on Heather’s pair, so you get in the mood.”<br />
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“I’m sure your immense charm will pry her away.”<br />
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“Come on. Be a friend.”<br />
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“Sorry, not tonight.”<br />
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Glaring at me, he bit out, “Not tonight… then what fucking night? I’d like to put that date on my calendar so I can stop wasting my time.” <br />
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“What’s your problem?”<br />
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“You’re my problem. You and this pussy-whipped, no balls, coochie slave attitude you’ve been sporting around for months instead of a rock-hard dick.” <br />
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“Fuck you! You don’t understand.”<br />
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I pushed off the sofa, stumbling a few steps toward the back door. I needed some air and to get away from Travis’s bullshit. The room spun, and then I spun as Travis grabbed my upper arm, turning me to face him. <br />
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“I understand. You’ve been hung up on this fucking girl ever since I’ve known you.”<br />
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My fingers curled into fists as I got in his face and snarled, “Don’t you ever refer to her as this fucking girl.”<br />
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Travis took a step back, ran his hands over his face, and huffed in frustration. “What’s the deal? I thought I was finally getting my friend back. You see her for like two seconds today and it sends you into a fucking tailspin. You gotta get past this.”<br />
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I could see the sincerity in his eyes. He wasn’t telling me these things in anger or because he didn’t like Tweet. He knew I was in a constant struggle and he was being a friend.<br />
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“I’m trying,” I whispered.<br />
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“Try harder, dude.”<br />
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“I don’t know how.” It was pathetic how weak and defeated my voice sounded. <br />
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After seeing Tweet earlier, the rest of the day had been spent replaying the few seconds encounter over and over in my head. She looked incredible except for the sadness in her eyes. A pang of guilt pinched my stomach because I was glad to see that sadness. It meant she was as miserable as I was. She disappeared in a flash but I didn’t need a lot of time in order to take her all in. Her hair was that summer mixture of dark brown and gold. The light sprinkle of red across her nose and cheeks was either a result of being at the beach or seeing me. I hoped it was the latter. She had on a plain white tank top and a pair of black shorts that were molded to her adorable round ass. Tweet was the only girl I knew who could wear the plainest clothes, little makeup, and still look like a supermodel. The memory of her hips swaying back and forth as she darted away had my dick twitching. I turned from Travis and headed out the back door, needing that air more now than before. <br />
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Once outside, I propped myself up against the house, closed my eyes, and sucked in all the oxygen my lungs could handle. <br />
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I need to get her out of my head.<br />
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There were a few people hanging out around the pool so I concentrated on them. That was a dumbass move because most of them were hooking up. Sounds of kissing, moaning, giggling, and more moaning filled my ears. I shifted my attention to the sounds coming from inside the house. Another dumbass move. The only thing I could hear was the pounding music, which made me think of Tweet’s swaying hips, which made me think of grabbing those hips and pounding into… I had to get out of there.<br />
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As I shoved off of the wall, the back door swung open, Travis stepped out, and headed over toward me.<br />
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“It kills me to see you like this.” He paused, his eyes shifting from me to something over my shoulder. “I didn’t want to say anything because I don’t play into the rumor bullshit.” <br />
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“What are you talking about?”<br />
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His expression showed how much he was struggling with whether or not to continue. “I heard Amanda is hooking up with some guy.”<br />
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My brows scrunched together as my jaw went slack. A small chuckle of disbelief escaped me. “Why are you telling me this?”<br />
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“Because I care about you. You’re like a brother to me. Noah, stop pissing your life away waiting for something that’s not gonna happen.”<br />
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Glancing away, I shook my head, and said, “It’s a fucking lie.”<br />
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“How do you know?”<br />
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My eyes pierced his. “She wouldn’t do that.” <br />
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“Why not?” <br />
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“Because she’s my Tweet!” I screamed.<br />
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Out the corner of my eye, I could see the people around the pool unhooking from one another.<br />
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“She’s not your anything! When are you going to get that through your fucking head?!”<br />
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I lunged forward, landed both hands on Travis’s chest, and shoved. He stumbled back, but made no move to come after me. <br />
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“I’m not going to fight you, man.”<br />
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“Who’s the no-balls pussy now?!”<br />
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I shoved.<br />
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He stumbled back.<br />
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Party people scattered into the house.<br />
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“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice full of pity.<br />
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I shoved.<br />
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And then I tackled him to the ground. <br />
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I landed one hard punch to his jaw before he flipped me onto my back, wrapped his massive arm around my neck, and held me down. I jerked and twisted for several seconds trying to break free of his hold. Finally, the alcohol and pain took over and I gave up.<br />
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Pressing the heel of my hands into my eyes, I choked back tears, and mumbled, “We’ve shared all our firsts together.”</div>
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<b>Title: </b>Very Twisted Things</div>
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<b>Series: </b>Briarcrest Academy #3 (all novels are standalones)</div>
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<b>Author: </b><a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorilsamaddenmills">Ilsa Madden-Mills</a></div>
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<b>Release Date: </b>February 2015</div>
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Vital Rejects front guy Sebastian Tate never imagined his YouTube music video would go viral, sky-rocketing him to acting success in Hollywood.Okay, maybe he did. After all, he’s a cocky dude who knows he’s hot-as-hell, and it was only a matter of time before his stars aligned.<br />
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His only rule to falling in love is simple: Keep Calm and Don’t Do It. So, spying on his mysterious new neighbor with binoculars seems innocent enough, but quickly escalates into an erotic, twisty game between two very unlikely people.<br />
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Twenty-year-old Violet St. Lyon is a world-renowned violinist who's lost her mojo on stage. She hides away in a Hollywood mansion, trying to find her way through her twisted past in order to make her future.<br />
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He’s the life of the party with girls chasing him down for his autograph. She’s the introvert with a potty mouth who doesn’t even know who he is.<br />
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When they meet, stars collide, sparks fly, and clothes come off. Yet, giving his heart to a girl isn’t Sebastian’s plan; trusting a guy who craves attention isn’t Violet’s.<br />
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Welcome to Briarcrest Academy—Hollywood style—where sometimes the best things in life are VERY TWISTED THINGS.<br />
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“Then he came along, and like a twisted piece of metal that’s burned beyond recognition, I emerged from the fire. Different. Changed.” –from the journal of Violet St. Lyons<br /><br />This wasn’t happening.<br /><br />Clad in a pair of red lacy bikini underwear—his favorite—I sipped on tequila—not my favorite—and glared at Sebastian Tate, sexy rock star and billboard model. Wearing low-slung jeans and nothing else, he paced around my chair in tight circles, his tall frame blocking most of my vision, the lion tattoo on his back heaving as he took deep breaths. Blonde and sporting faint stubble on his chiseled jawline, he looked like the heartbreaker the tabloids said he was.<br /><br />Bad, bad boy.<br /><br />But, oh, so good.<br /><br />He sent me a hard look. Pissed.<br /><br />From my living room in the Hollywood Hills, I gazed out the window at the Santa Monica Mountains, my eyes everywhere except on the glossy nude photos he clutched in his hand.<br /><br />Of me. Of him.<br /><br />Of us.<br /><br />He swiveled his ice-blue eyes at me. Earlier today they’d burned with another kind of fire, but things change fast in Tinseltown. “These will be in the papers. Get ready,” he said, tossing down the pictures on the table, making me cringe.<br /><br />I gazed down at them, my eyes lingering over one of us on my patio, him on his knees with his mouth between my legs as my body arched in ecstasy. My skin burned at the memory, echoes of the passion we’d shared—and now everyone in the world would see. My family. The society people in New York. The board of directors for the orphanage. My stomach heaved at the thought, bile threatening to rise up.<br /><br />Another caught my eye, this one a full color close-up of me crying black mascara tears as I played my violin. Nude. It looked depressing as hell although in truth it had been love that made me emotional.<br /><br />“Remind me to pass on the make-up next time. And to not have sex outdoors. Obviously,” I said, forcing my shoulders to move in a nonchalant shrug like I didn’t care, but he knew the truth. I was devastated by these.<br /><br />And so was he.<br /><br />Because we weren’t supposed to be together.<br /><br />He said my name in that husky voice of his, the one that made me crazy, the one that made me want to rip his clothes off. “Violet—”<br /><br />“Stop,” I said, clenching my fists. Because whatever he had to say didn’t matter. These pictures ruined us, ensuring that he’d leave me for her, the beautiful Bubble named Blair. Bubble, bubble, bubble. I wanted to pop her.<br /><br />Why did I always come last with him?<br /><br />I stood and faced him, tossing back the last of my shot. “First off, I wish we’d never met.” I held my hand up. “No. Wait. I don’t wish that because then I wouldn’t know Spider or Mila. I—I wish I’d never fallen in love with you. Loving means losing. Always. And I was stupid to forget it. I may have to sell this house and move to another freaking country to get away from you, but I’ll do it. I’ve done it before.” I sucked in a breath. “I’ll be fine without you.”<br /><br />Lie. I would likely end up drunk on Mexican tequila, nursing what was left of my heart.<br /><br />He closed his eyes, a dazed expression on his face as if my words crushed him.<br /><br />“We were doomed from the very start,” I reminded him. “You want to be a star, and all I want is you.”<br /><br />He stopped his pacing, a muscle jerking in his cheek as he leaned down until his nose was level with mine. “Then this is goodbye, Violet? You’re giving up on us already?”<br /><br />Did I hear a break in his voice? Impossible.<br /><br />“If I don’t say goodbye first, then someone else will.” Truth.<br /><br />He’d never be mine, simply because he didn’t belong with me. I was a washed-up freak who had nothing but a mansion and a Maserati; he belonged on the silver screen with a pretty starlet on his arm.<br /><br />We were over. Kaput.<br /><br />I smiled, a bitter thing, and sashayed past him, enjoying the hiss of breath when I let my hand drift over his crotch. “This moment is begging for a soundtrack, don’t you think?” I said, coming to stop by the stereo system and cranking up Kurt Kobain’s Smells Like Teen Spirit. Holding my hands up in the horns rocking out signal, I bobbed my head to the beat while he watched, anger flickering across his face. I danced and twirled around, closing my eyes, the music vibrating through my body, my fingers itching for my violin.<br /><br />Bam!<br /><br />My eyes flew open. He’d strode over to me and clicked the stereo off, chest still heaving.<br /><br />He shoved his hands in my hair and dragged my face to his, and I groaned at the fire that blazed in my body. I felt the warm heat of his skin and pressed closer and inhaled. He smelled like bourbon and sex—a rock star’s diet—and I panted, cursing myself at the same time.<br /><br />How would I ever get over him?<br /><br />He pressed his thumbs across my mouth. Gentle. But his voice was cold. “You can’t wait to high-tail it back to Manhattan to your lawyer boyfriend, can you?”<br /><br />“I plead the fifth,” I said, staring at his full lips. I licked my own. “But you can kiss me goodbye if you want. I don’t mind.”<br /><br />We stared at each other until he exhaled heavily and put his back to me, his muscles as taut as the guitar strings he played. He verged on breaking.<br /><br />Yeah, well, welcome to my world.<br /><br />Yet at the same time, I reached my hand out to him. Stupid hand.<br /><br />But of course, he didn’t see it.<br /><br />“So long, V,” he said soft as a whisper, staring at the ground as if I was breaking his heart, when all along it was the other way around. He took a step from me, then another, then another, until finally, he was nothing but a speck.<br /><br />I clutched my chest and wanted to fall to the ground and rail on it. Alone. Again.<br /><br />But tough girls like me didn’t cry over black-hearted boys.<br /><br />Although in his defense, I owed him a thank you for saving me.<br /><br />To show you, I’d have to start at the beginning, the day I lost everything.<br /><br /><i>© Ilsa Madden-Mills, NYT and USA Today bestselling author<br />--Unedited and may change before publication</i></div>
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<b>Title: </b>No Fear</div>
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<b>Series: </b>The No Regrets Series, Book #2</div>
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Greylan Pace believed fighting was everything.<br />
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How far would you go for a second chance?<br />
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Eleven years after flunking out of college, Kate has finally hit rock-bottom. Losing her job and boyfriend in one drunken night, she’s determined to fix her life by going back to the moment when she let partying and sex take over. And do things right this time. At twenty-nine, she heads back to freshman year of college, with a catch.<br />
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Pretending she's nineteen with a new roommate and full class schedule is easy. When she meets her shy, sexy and seven-years-younger RA, Carter, following her self-imposed sobriety and celibacy rules is proving to be anything but.<br />
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A senior enduring years of regret, Carter is more than ready to graduate. He’s anxious to move on from the party his freshman year where he witnessed his frat brothers about to commit a sexual assault. Instead of doing the right thing and stepping in, he looked the other way and left. His guilt has made for a lonely four years.<br />
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When he meets the new freshman on his floor, spunky and confident Kate, he wonders if his time as an outcast has finally come to an end.<br />
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Kate and Carter’s growing friendship and undeniable attraction make it harder to hide the demons from their respective pasts. But when their secrets are finally revealed, will their chance at starting over together still be there?<br />
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Carter<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I was startled by a knock
at my door. A law book lay on my bare chest as I stared at the ceiling. I
couldn’t sleep. I couldn’t read. I couldn’t do anything but feel Kate’s hand on
me. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">After
dinner and a longer than usual good-bye with Kate, I’d gone back to my room
alone. I should have invited her back, but as good as it felt being with her,
there was a part of me that knew it was wrong considering everything that had
happened with Jeanie.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;"> Kate made me forget my guilt, if only for a moment. I was
still trying to decide if I deserved that reprieve.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
looked at the clock—it was well after midnight—probably someone with a noise
complaint.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
stretched, yawned, and they knocked again, more forcefully.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
rose from the bed. I tried not to hope it was Kate, but the thought was like
wind trying to bluster past what my mind crammed down. I pulled open the door. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
stood in the hall in a tight white T-shirt and a pair of even tighter yoga
pants, my denied fantasies becoming real.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Considering
she wasn’t wearing a bra, my fantasy wasn’t even close to how amazing real was.
I couldn’t stop looking at her perfect tits curving through the fabric, her
nipples popped at attention and begging for me to put one of them in my mouth.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">My
pulse thumped in my groin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I
came to finish what we started,” she said, pushing past me into the room. “And
I’m stone cold sober, so don’t even ask.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
finally managed to shut the door and my mouth as she settled herself on the
edge of my bed. Her hair was down and flicking like golden flames against her
shoulders, her eyes wide and firmly fixed on mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Maybe
I’m coming on too strong,” she said, “but I couldn’t sleep and I kind of
thought after the car today, you probably couldn’t either.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Any
questions I had fell away. The certainty she had to be mine became my only
answer. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I
never want to finish what we started,” I said, the words the only truth that
mattered in that moment, “I never want this to be over.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">My
body could do nothing but move next to her on the bed and kiss her. My
heartbeat seemed to make the mattress vibrate below us. It was the only thing I
could hear, her breath and my heart and our lips and tongues swirling against
each other at the same tempo.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“This
is progress,” she said, pulling back to cup my cheekbone.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
considered telling her why I hadn’t been able to go through with what she was
pushing for. Why I’d made her stop
earlier—the reason aside from my past. Because it had been so long since I’d
been with someone, the thought of it was almost too much to take.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">When
she touched me earlier I almost exploded. So not cool. So not the guy I hoped
to be for her. But that would have made me feel like a child, like someone she
needed to lead. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
deserved to know how badly I wanted her, too. She wasn’t pushing me to do
anything.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
ran my thumb along her palm, against each finger, her blood sliding hot as lava
underneath. I kissed her again and took her shirt off in one quick motion. I
ran my hands over her tits. The skin was so soft<span style="color: red;">, </span>her
nipples getting harder as I stroked, seeming to beg for me as my fingers
wandered. She let out a moan that echoed in the back of my throat, her tongue
pushed against mine, hungrier, harder.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her
penetrating kisses became as insistent as the only words in my head—<i>I need to be inside her</i>.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Our
bodies fell against each other with no barriers, only hot, searching skin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Just
the two people we were when we were alone together.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">No
pasts, no secrets, solely enveloped by the truth of our need, our want.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
pulled back and curved her hands over the muscles of my chest like she was
trying to cement her decision. I was glad she stopped. I didn’t want this to
end too quickly for a lot of reasons. The least of which was embarrassing
myself. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
rose from the bed and stood in front of me, allowing me to take her in. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her
half-naked visage was too much, I had to touch her again, the pull as raw as a
magnet.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Forget
going slow. I reached out for her, the temptation seared like a hot poker in my
groin.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
shook her head and slid off her pants, revealing she wasn’t even wearing
panties. A rush ran through me, so strong I could barely breathe. She’d known
exactly what she wanted to do when she walked down our dorm hallway.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
made myself inhale and exhale. She was way too hot for me to keep my cool, but I had to try. I could barely sit still,
barely speak. “Wow,” I said my eyes darting seemingly everywhere, to her smooth
stomach, the bow-like curve of her tits and ass, her long legs, her gentle
shoulder blades, and back again to those perfect tits.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I
told you you’d never forget.”<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“I
mean it,” I replied, practically whistling.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Just
FYI,” she smiled. “I haven’t been wearing them all day.” She indicated her
empty pants below her.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“If
I would have known I would never have been able to stop you earlier.” It was
true. I was drowning now with her next to me, so ready, so willing.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">So
mine.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“No,
I’m glad you did,” she said. “This is perfect.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Feasting
on her silhouette against my desk lamp, I had to admit it was.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“<i>You</i> are perfect,” I said, standing to
join her. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
went for the button of my pants, her eyes glued to mine, wanting to enjoy my
reaction as she took me into her hand.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">My
whole body trembled at her touch, but this time I would be able to do something
about it. I was dizzy as she continued to stroke me, a flash that made me
blind. It’s not like I’d been a monk for three years, but I hadn’t been with
anyone else. Having <i>her </i>hands on me
was like a drug I hadn’t even known I was addicted to.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
couldn’t wait anymore. I picked her up and she wrapped her legs around me as I
entered her. Her soft warmth was searing and shook me. With each thrust I felt
more and more like I was floating, flying, like she was holding me above the
ground. The two of us were suspended in each other, like a tornado, spinning. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her
breath quickened. Her chin on my shoulder, her lips on my neck. “More,” she
said, her words no match for my pumping jugular.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
obliged, giving her everything. Thrashing against her with so much force the
back of my thighs ached, my hips burned. She was about to come. I pulled back,
teasing her, teasing myself. She bit down on my shoulder and wailed seconds
before her whole body shook. I echoed, coming like a freight train, three weeks
of want and three years of isolation hitting me all at once. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
held her against me, listening to her breath—there was nothing else but her and
me in this whole world. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">I
kissed her lightly, tasting her mouth. “That was worth waiting for.” <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">She
could have no idea I’d meant for more than our three week ballet. I’d meant all
my three years of solitude. I’d meant all my life. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">Her
brown eyes were wild and shining, her cheeks blushed pink as if she was my
palette and my touch was her paint.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">My
<i>drought,</i> as Tristan had called it,
needed to be broken by a woman deserving of a flood. Who could make me drown
and save me simultaneously?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span lang="EN-US" style="font-family: "Times New Roman",serif; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 200%;">“Worth
doing again?” she asked, snaking her hand down to see if I was ready. <o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<b>Title: </b>The Deal (The Deal#1)</div>
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<b>Author: </b>Z. Elizabeth</div>
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<b>Genre: </b>Erotic Romance</div>
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<b>Release Date: </b>December 1, 2014</div>
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One feud.<br />
Two families.<br />
One secret.<br />
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What happens when you fall for the enemy?<br />
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Thanks to their fathers' feud, Nicole and Craig have been enemies since the moment they were born. But six years ago they fell in love... They just never told each other.<br />
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Motivated by their grandparents' money, they agree to a simple deal: Stay married for a year and unravel the secrets and lies surrounding their fathers. Bound together, they must figure out why the two former best friends have spent the last thirty years ignoring one another and prohibited any contact between Nicole and Craig.<br />
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Craig is more than happy to uncover their fathers' past if it means he gets Nicole for real.<br />
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Nicole wants to keep the past exactly where it is and she will fight Craig every step of the way.<br />
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With only limited time together, delving into their family history could be the mistake that will break both their hearts.<br />
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What happens when secrets and lies are revealed? Can Nicole and Craig live their Happily Ever After after waiting six long years to be together? Or will one secret be enough to break them apart, just like their fathers?<br />
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'I'm doing this for us, Nic'<br />
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<i>*THE DEAL is suitable for 17+ due to graphic sex scenes and language*<br />*This is a STANDALONE novel.</i><br />
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“I still hate you, you know?” “Sure you do, sweetheart. That's why you pushed me away after the first orgasm.” His smirk grows, “Oh, sorry my mistake, I forgot that you wrapped your legs around my head and begged me to fuck you,” he crudely says back. And I can't snap back because that is the utmost truth. I was actually begging him for more; Yes, Craig, right there, Craig, harder, faster, deeper. You name it, I scream it. He knows exactly how to play my body and he knows I fucking love it. This is why I can't deny what he says to me, no matter how much I want to. I scoff at him, letting my eyes scan over his body. His dark brown curls are a hot mess sticking to his head, his blue eyes twinkle with mischief and sweat glistens on his rock hard abs. Abs that I kissed and licked not only an hour ago. Confidence oozes off him and I know he's watching me pry over him and he knows why this keeps happening. Why we just can't stay away from each other and keep falling into bed every chance we get. Why the little touches and the glances end up with us grabbing each other and ripping clothes off. But this can't keep happening. We can't keep fucking, because it's fucking me up.It's messing with my head and I don't want to feel things. The feelings I have for Craig are so strong that I've tried to push them to the back of my mind, but if we keep having sex every time we are in the same room, it's going to get tricky. And I don't think my heart can take much more of it. But it's one year. Surely I can manage one year and get the money? We can part ways and say goodbye. Even if it kills me to say goodbye, it has to be done. I need to fall out of love with my husband. <br />
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<a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/proxy/xhmBRnThqB8ieaprTl9dPlz-qoC5W_LLf4kW6p0G6vUza1ooBgcU3xtTlKZOsFTf0XoS6hI6lZtM2SKJYJwVpsiIAbmGh_cP1fge1wJPY0l-gLlzwUmNkg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img alt="Z" border="0" class="alignnone wp-image-14299 size-thumbnail" src="http://www.readlovelust.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/08/Z-150x150.jpg" height="150" width="150" /></a>Z. Elizabeth is a debut author who grew up in Wales, UK and wishes she knew how to speak fluent Welsh. Bore da (Good morning), Wedi Bleno (tired) and Ydw (yes) just don't cut it.<br />
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Reading has always been a part of her life since she was a young kid and writing came quickly after she discovered her love for studying English Language and writing fiction. Since graduating with a degree in BA Journalism, writing is embedded into her everyday working and personal life. At 15, she finished a full length novel and thought nothing of it until now. The Deal is loosely based upon that story and it's one that she is hugely proud of writing and re-writing and re-writing...<br />
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When she isn't slaving away at her day job, you can find her daydreaming about her book boyfriends, reading the next hot book out or binge eating with her friends, continually shocking them with the filth that flies out of her mouth.<br />
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Z. Elizabeth hopes that her characters end up on your book boyfriend/girlfriend lists and her book ends up on your favourite list, maybe even your bookshelf.<br />
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