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Tuesday, March 28, 2017
Friday, February 17, 2017
Release Blitz for Spirits of the Heart by Claire Gem
A New Haunted Voices novel
Spirits of the Heart - A Haunted Voices Novel
An
addiction counselor and a security guard struggle to free a little girl and her
father, two lost spirits trapped inside an abandoned mental asylum.
Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.
Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.
But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. Then Laura starts digging into old asylum records . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?
Addiction counselor Laura Horton returns from college to move in with an old friend and start her career. But her homecoming is jarring. Her friend moves out, leaving Laura alone with the gorgeous but intimidating ex-boyfriend—in a house that snugs up to an ancient graveyard.
Officer Miller Stanford is a man with a shattered past. His alcoholic dad destroyed their family, a weakness Miller is terrified will consume him too. The last thing he needs is a sexy, blonde addiction counselor watching his every move. When he begins to see specters in the dark, he starts questioning his own stability.
But Laura sees her too—a pathetic child-spirit searching for her father. Then Laura starts digging into old asylum records . . . Can Miller and Laura uncover the secrets of Talcott Hall without jeopardizing their love—and lives—in the process?
Excerpt:
Laura Horton’s bad feeling began the
minute she pulled up in front of Angie’s puke green, two-story house and parked
at the curb.
Not Angie’s house, she reminded herself.
Angie’s boyfriend’s house. Although
they’d been pretty tight in high school, she and Ang had kept in touch mostly
via telephone and email these past few years that Laura had been in grad
school. Once, a few years ago, they’d gotten together for their five-year
reunion, when Laura had come home to visit her ailing dad.
That was the first time she’d seen the
compact craftsman bungalow—after dark—and she hadn’t realized it was such an
ugly color. She hadn’t met the boyfriend,
Miller Stanford, whom Angie either claimed to love with all her heart, or
wanted to eviscerate with a Phillips head screwdriver, depending on the day.
Nor had Laura noticed then that the house snugged up tight on one side to an
ancient-looking graveyard. The only thing separating the two properties was a narrow
strip of grass and a dilapidated, iron fence.
A shiver ran across her shoulder blades
as she sat in her car, studying her new surroundings. Her new home.
Holy crap.
Chillier up here. Where’d I pack that
hoodie?
She turned to dig around in one of the
boxes squashed into the back of her tiny car, quickly realizing it was
pointless. Nearly everything she owned in the world—besides a few pieces of
battered, old furniture—filled the back seat, and passenger side, of her
thrifty Kia. When she’d run out of room for boxes, she’d resorted to folding
softer items, like her sweaters and sweats, into new plastic trash bags. Stuff
crammed every nook and crevice in the car, leaving just enough space beneath
the headliner for her to see out through the rearview mirror.
There was no way in hell she was
locating her hoodie in Mt. Clothesmore.
Rubbing her hands up and down her arms,
she climbed out and sprinted up the steps to the front door. She hadn’t been
able to reach Angie by phone since she’d left Boone, North Carolina the day
before, but that wasn’t too unusual. Her friend was a bit flighty, and prone to
misplace her phone, her charger, or both. Angie had been juggling courses at
the community college with a full-time night job, tending bar at the pub just
down the street, for the past two years. Laura couldn’t blame her for acting a
bit squirrelly at times.
She reminded herself how nice it was of
Ang and Miller to rent her their spare room. When Laura landed the job in
Middletown, her initial exhilaration had been tempered by a glaring question:
where the hell was she going to live? There was no way she could move into her
father’s tiny condo with his new wife, Deirdre. And securing an apartment on
her own was out of the question, at least not until after her first few
paychecks hit the bank.
Laura squared her shoulders, which were
quaking slightly in the cool spring breeze, tipped up her chin, and rang the
doorbell.
Twice. She shifted her sneakered feet
against the creaky porch boards, folding her arms against the chill. After
another long moment with no answer, she rang the bell a third time, holding
down the ancient button a full ten seconds this time. She could hear the
electronic buzz through the peeling front door, but no other sounds at all.
Angie had to be here—she knew Laura was coming. It was Friday, but Angie’s
last term of college ended last week, and it was nearly two o’clock in the
afternoon. There was only one vehicle parked in the short driveway, a
late-model Ford pickup. But Laura wasn’t sure what it was Angie was driving
these days.
Then, she heard the booming, thumping
sound. Footsteps? Deliberate, heavy, booming steps. Did Bigfoot live here too?
A dull click, then the tinkle of chain
skittering on the inside of the wood. The door burst open. But it wasn’t Angie
standing on the threshold.
Laura didn’t have time to suppress the
involuntary gasp that escaped from her open mouth.
The man was huge, not only tall but
massive, with a broad, muscular chest, one lightly furred with golden
hair. His bulbous biceps were cut,
sculpted like a Greek statue. And he wasn’t wearing much more than Michelango’s
David, with only a steel grey towel snugged around narrow hips to match the
steely glint in his blue-grey eyes.
She blinked and swallowed, stumbling
back a step. “Is Angie here?” she asked in a small voice.
The giant snorted and crossed his arms
over his chest. “Who’s askin’?”
Author Bio: Claire Gem
Strong Women, Starting Over
~Redefining Romance~
Claire is a multi-published, award winning author of emotional
romance—contemporary, paranormal, romantic suspense, and women’s fiction. She
writes about strong, resilient women who won’t give up their quest for a
happy-ever-after—and the men lucky enough to earn their love. No helpless,
hapless heroines here. These spunky ladies redefine romance, on their terms.
Whether it’s a sexy contemporary read you’re seeking, or a
thrill ride into the supernatural world of hauntings and ghosts, Claire will
take you on a memorable journey.
Her paranormal/romantic suspense, Hearts Unloched, won the 2016 New York Book Festival. Her
contemporary romance, The Phoenix
Syndrome, won the women’s fiction division in FCRWA’s The Beacon Contest.
A New York native, Claire has lived in five of the United States
and held a variety of jobs, from waitress to bridal designer to research
technician—but loves being an author best. She and her happily-ever-after hero,
her husband of 38 years, now live in central Massachusetts.
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Tuesday, June 21, 2016
Release Blitz for Vintage Whispers and Riley Blake
Book Description for Vintage Whispers
by Riley Blake
Best friends since childhood, Mary Louise, Opal, and
Pearl enter a retirement community with plans to live out their golden years
reminiscing about the good old days while embracing the new, but when rocking
chair discussions reveal different versions of bygone days, investigations are
in order. Soon, three blue-haired ladies are doing what they must to find suspects
in an unsolved murder, but a cold case is the least of their worries when they
discover the buried body and inconspicuous clues are a little too close to
home.
Sample Chapter
An
hour later, another new resident strolled across the porch. With a welcome
brochure in hand, he read, “Walk about six hundred feet or so and you’ll find
an uphill trail leading to Downtown Bristol.” He took a few steps, counting
them off as he paced.
“They
have a small bus with four drop-offs each day, you know,” Pearl whispered,
leaning sideways as she spoke.
“Shh,”
Opal said. “I didn’t get the leaflet. I want to listen.”
As
if he’d heard them, the older gentleman smiled and read aloud, “Follow our
winding cobblestone paths to a spring fed pond. Located about a half-mile from
the main house, the water is surrounded by concrete benches. There are several
paddleboats and restroom facilities nearby.”
“Which
is important, particularly if you’re wearing adjustable underwear,” Pearl said,
nodding her head.
The
man sent her a seething glare and Mary Louise halfway expected Pearl to remain
tightlipped and wait for Opal to bail her out. Instead, she gave the fellow a
kind look. “Don’t worry. Your secrets are our secrets. And besides, they sell
them in the supply hall. Underwear, that is. Secrets are shared for free.” As
if he needed verification. “But in case you haven’t noticed, you sign your name
on an index card right below each product. That way the delivery guys can
charge necessities to your account before delivering them to your room.”
The
man turned in a huff and marched away.
“Did
I say too much?”
“No,
girl,” Opal replied. “Keep getting your ditzy on. Never let them know how
intelligent you really are.”
Pearl
frowned. “You just handed me the rope and watched me swing.”
“Why
should I interrupt? I wasn’t the one presented with a sign-up sheet for
disposable panties.”
“I
was trying to talk my way out of a mess.”
“When
you find yourself in the middle of a lion’s den, stop feeding the beast,” Opal
said, breathing in the fresh air.
“I’m
so depressed now,” Pearl said. “He struck me as a man of substance. I could use
someone like that for entertainment purposes.”
Mary
Louise paid attention then. “What are you talking about?”
“They
host all sorts of tournaments and you aren’t exactly good card players,” Pearl
explained. “That man had a good poker face.”
“Then
I’d hate to see his war game expression,” Opal said.
Pearl
moped. “You’re probably right. I don’t think he liked me very much.”
“Let’s
just say your first impression left a lot to be desired.”
“But
why? I was only providing information.”
“You
basically implied that he wet his pants.”
“Don’t
hold back now,” Pearl said. “And I did no such thing.”
“Think
about what you said and how you said it.” Mary Louise hated to hurt Pearl’s
feelings but she needed to learn when to speak and when to hush. And the latter
would be an answer to everyone’s prayers.
“It
sure is nice here,” Pearl said, shifting her focus. “Did you know that one side
of the Bristol line is called ‘a good place’ to live?”
“So
this side of the line is a good place to die?”
A
few of the other residents stopped talking. Some left. Opal and Mary Louise
rocked with a little more precision.
Pearl
glanced over her shoulder when the front door slammed. “Opal, that was uncalled
for. Maybe you should take a page from my playbook.”
“Why?
It would be blank.”
“Discussing
medical problems in a place like this isn’t good form.”
“Who
started this conversation?” Opal waited before adding, “And not to be nitpicky
or anything but I mentioned death. I don’t know anything about these people or
their medical conditions.”
Pearl’s
dreamy-eyed look appeared, the one where she really didn’t care if anyone
listened while she babbled. “I don’t see why we all have to be so uptight.
We’ll be like a real family living here together in harmony. I was telling the
truth about the signup sheet, by the way. They display samples of their
available items. Residents then sign up to receive their orders by a certain
date. It helps with the community’s ‘no secrets’ policy.
“Oh
and you can also schedule a time to meet with the funeral director and plan
your entire wake, pick out your coffin, casket liners, and decide on the
service that you’d like to have. It’s very convenient when you think about it.”
“Liners
as in plural?” Opal asked. “People die once, Pearl. They need one liner, one
casket.”
“Miss
Layla says the reason for this practice is because there have been two
incidences where they’ve accidentally buried people alive. After the first
time, folks typically want a new liner and casket. The old one haunts
them.”
“Why
that’s not true,” Mary Louise said. “Someone is pitching that garbage so they
can sell funeral packages.”
Opal
groaned. “We gotta get out of here.”
“Tell
me about it,” Mary Louise muttered, thinking they needed to keep Pearl away
from the spirit guide who seemingly possessed the 4-1-1 on life and death.
About
that time, Clarence called out to them. “How are they treating you, ladies?”
“Very
well, Clarence.” Mary Louise shot him a warm smile. “It’s nice to see you.”
“Good
to see you, too.” He shook his ax. “We’ll visit another day! I’m busy at the
moment.”
He
returned to his methodical swings. They returned to their rocking.
Thursday, April 21, 2016
Don't Miss These Vampire Young Adult Novellas at Kindle Worlds
With Bonnie and Damon stuck on the other side, Caroline Forbes turns to the one person she can count on—Klaus Mikaelson. Not at all intimidated by an ‘original’ vampire, Caroline realizes the risks when she reaches out to Klaus but her heart is on the line right from the start.
Prepared to call in favors from old Mikaelson friends, Klaus and Caroline are soon on their way to Pennsylvania in search of an infamous witch. Their trip swerves toward danger when Gage, Klaus’s half-brother, discovers Klaus has begun an initiative to contact the other side.
Surprised to learn his estranged sibling is now an inconvenient obstacle, Klaus realizes Gage has the potential to become a real problem. Accompanied by a group of crossbreeds, Gage issues a dangerous ultimatum—Caroline or a favor.
With Caroline’s life in danger, Klaus has no other choice but to call Elijah for help but when his brother shows up with Elena and Enzo, too, the road trip is bound to end in disaster. To make matters worse, it’s hard to outrun a stealthy creature with nothing to lose and everything to gain. More importantly, Gage knows just how far to push Klaus to ensure his brother meets every last one of his demands.
Beta Reader Favorites from Unquenchable, a Vampire Diaries Novella at Kindle Worlds
1. Klaus to Caroline: “We both know I’m not after the girl, Caroline. I want the woman.”
2. Klaus: “If I’m in your head, it’s because you want me there, Caroline.”
3. Klaus to Caroline: “How nice of you to call. Let me guess, you broke a fingernail and it’s somehow my fault?”
4. Klaus about Tyler: “So tell me, love, what did the young Benedict Arnold do this time?”
5. Klaus to Rebekah: “Sister, when you fancy someone, how do you want them to pursue you?”
6. Rebekah to Klaus: “You’ve never been one to follow a cold trail.”
7. Klaus to Caroline: “You weren’t exactly in an apologetic mood the last time I saw you.”
8. Caroline to Klaus “I’m with the big bad wolf and his growl is as dangerous as his bite.”
9. “Surely the suggestion wasn’t terrible enough to warrant a theatrical slap to the mouth.”
10. New enemy to Caroline: “It’s nothing personal, pretty vamp. It’s a family matter. And according to Klaus, you’re now his family.”
11. Klaus to Caroline: “Please tell Enzo I have a dagger to dip in his blood.”
12. Klaus: “We’re already back to the ‘she loves me, she loves me not’ stages of our relationship.”
13. Klaus to Caroline: “I need you to promise me that no matter what—not in a fit of fury or an act of despair—you’ll never have anyone erase your memories of us.”
14. Klaus: “I never wanted to save everyone, sweetheart. Only you.”
15. Elena to Enzo: “Don’t make me regret this.”
Enzo: “If you do? Go see Alaric. He’ll make you forget this trip ever happened.”
16. Caroline: “This is our moment, Klaus.”
17. Elijah to Enzo: “You would be doing yourself a great disservice if you ever challenged my brother.”
18. Enzo in regards to Klaus and Elijah: “I wouldn’t dream of it, Elena. They’re quite entertaining when they break open that aging bottle of brotherly love.”
19. Enzo about the panthers: “Something tells me they aren’t exactly shaking in their claws.”
20: Enzo: “Blondie, for once Klaus and I can agree on something. Be a doll and go turn on the cartoons. Let the adults handle this.”
Prepared to call in favors from old Mikaelson friends, Klaus and Caroline are soon on their way to Pennsylvania in search of an infamous witch. Their trip swerves toward danger when Gage, Klaus’s half-brother, discovers Klaus has begun an initiative to contact the other side.
Surprised to learn his estranged sibling is now an inconvenient obstacle, Klaus realizes Gage has the potential to become a real problem. Accompanied by a group of crossbreeds, Gage issues a dangerous ultimatum—Caroline or a favor.
With Caroline’s life in danger, Klaus has no other choice but to call Elijah for help but when his brother shows up with Elena and Enzo, too, the road trip is bound to end in disaster. To make matters worse, it’s hard to outrun a stealthy creature with nothing to lose and everything to gain. More importantly, Gage knows just how far to push Klaus to ensure his brother meets every last one of his demands.
Beta Reader Favorites from Unquenchable, a Vampire Diaries Novella at Kindle Worlds
1. Klaus to Caroline: “We both know I’m not after the girl, Caroline. I want the woman.”
2. Klaus: “If I’m in your head, it’s because you want me there, Caroline.”
3. Klaus to Caroline: “How nice of you to call. Let me guess, you broke a fingernail and it’s somehow my fault?”
4. Klaus about Tyler: “So tell me, love, what did the young Benedict Arnold do this time?”
5. Klaus to Rebekah: “Sister, when you fancy someone, how do you want them to pursue you?”
6. Rebekah to Klaus: “You’ve never been one to follow a cold trail.”
7. Klaus to Caroline: “You weren’t exactly in an apologetic mood the last time I saw you.”
8. Caroline to Klaus “I’m with the big bad wolf and his growl is as dangerous as his bite.”
9. “Surely the suggestion wasn’t terrible enough to warrant a theatrical slap to the mouth.”
10. New enemy to Caroline: “It’s nothing personal, pretty vamp. It’s a family matter. And according to Klaus, you’re now his family.”
11. Klaus to Caroline: “Please tell Enzo I have a dagger to dip in his blood.”
12. Klaus: “We’re already back to the ‘she loves me, she loves me not’ stages of our relationship.”
13. Klaus to Caroline: “I need you to promise me that no matter what—not in a fit of fury or an act of despair—you’ll never have anyone erase your memories of us.”
14. Klaus: “I never wanted to save everyone, sweetheart. Only you.”
15. Elena to Enzo: “Don’t make me regret this.”
Enzo: “If you do? Go see Alaric. He’ll make you forget this trip ever happened.”
16. Caroline: “This is our moment, Klaus.”
17. Elijah to Enzo: “You would be doing yourself a great disservice if you ever challenged my brother.”
18. Enzo in regards to Klaus and Elijah: “I wouldn’t dream of it, Elena. They’re quite entertaining when they break open that aging bottle of brotherly love.”
19. Enzo about the panthers: “Something tells me they aren’t exactly shaking in their claws.”
20: Enzo: “Blondie, for once Klaus and I can agree on something. Be a doll and go turn on the cartoons. Let the adults handle this.”
A crossbreed with an insatiable appetite for revenge, Gage is willing to do whatever necessary to drive his half-brother Klaus Mikaelson to his knees. By removing three important people from his brother’s life, Gage gains the leverage he needs to access the Other Side and hurt Klaus at the same time.
Being a hybrid will not protect Klaus from heartache. Now that his crossbreed brother is holding Caroline and Elijah, Klaus will do whatever necessary to bring his family home. Throw in the fact that Enzo and Elena are pawns in Gage’s game and Klaus must rely on Rebekah and Kol. Time is of the essence once trickery is in play and Caroline believes Klaus has moved on without her.
Klaus faces his greatest obstacle. The game is set to begin. The winners are yet to be determined but even in victory, there will be tremendous heartache that will eventually lead to great loss or tie Klaus and Caroline to an everlasting love and a commitment that will stand the tests of time.
Being a hybrid will not protect Klaus from heartache. Now that his crossbreed brother is holding Caroline and Elijah, Klaus will do whatever necessary to bring his family home. Throw in the fact that Enzo and Elena are pawns in Gage’s game and Klaus must rely on Rebekah and Kol. Time is of the essence once trickery is in play and Caroline believes Klaus has moved on without her.
Klaus faces his greatest obstacle. The game is set to begin. The winners are yet to be determined but even in victory, there will be tremendous heartache that will eventually lead to great loss or tie Klaus and Caroline to an everlasting love and a commitment that will stand the tests of time.
Enjoy Mystical Christmas Anytime of Year!
Klaus and Stefan are tearing through the South collecting hybrids and leaving a trail of dead bodies behind them. Unable to reach Stefan any other way, Elena devises a holiday plan to lure Stefan back home where he belongs.
Damon thinks Elena is wasting her time and fears the worst. He and Stefan no longer celebrate Christmas, but if Klaus approves Elena’s request, Damon will support her by giving her what she wants—a traditional Christmas.
What Elena wants and what she gets are two different vampires altogether. Elena approaches Klaus and asks for Stefan’s release, even if it’s only for one Christmas weekend. Klaus agrees, but his terms and conditions are nonnegotiable.
Soon, Elena is holed up in a snow-covered chalet with the Salvatore brothers and Klaus, an original vampire with an unusual agenda. And he’s gone to great lengths to find out who Elena really loves.
Thursday, December 24, 2015
Release Blitz: The Miss Fortune Series: Christmas in the Bayou (Kindle Worlds Novella)
A Cozy Mystery Written for
Jana DeLeon's Miss Fortune Series at Kindle Worlds
Mayor Celia Arceneaux orchestrates a special holiday surprise. She wants to celebrate Christmas by giving back to Sinful’s most unappreciated citizens—the town’s elementary school teachers.
Handing down an AOO, also known as the Arceneaux Official Order, Celia calls upon friends and foes to carry out her plans. Gertie and Ida Belle are willing to help, but Fortune doesn’t share their enthusiasm. Taking a temporary post at the school library, the former CIA assassin braces for Christmas and everything the season holds.
From trimming trees to snow on the ground, Sinful residents will celebrate a Christmas to remember. That is, until small town Louisiana makes national headlines thanks to a school shooting that isn’t what it seems.
It
was as quiet as it might have been in a confessional booth. Not that I’d been
in a confessional booth. Since my arrival in Sinful, I’d become a devoted
Baptist, which was a better choice for someone like me.
Given
my career, I was afraid that the Catholics wouldn’t want me, mainly because of
the confession aspect. If I started listing out my sins, the whole charade
would take several days. My acknowledgement of sin would turn into a full
declaration of guilt which would inevitably supersede denial before it would
lead to a request for forgiveness.
The
whole process would take days, weeks even. A regular rotation of priests would
be required and that same question would hang in the balance: “Is she still here?” Followed by, “How many
sins can one woman commit?”
An
assassin carried around quite a few.
I’d
actually had nightmares about confessing my sins so I was relieved to discover
that Gertie and Ida Belle attended the Baptist Church. Not only did we stand out
as the current pudding wars champions, but I never worried about finding an
“Out of Order” or “Out to Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner” sign on a confessional
booth. Baptists didn’t have sinners’ stalls and if they did, they hadn’t
mentioned it to me.
“Who are you? Where’s Mrs. Weems?” The
questions jolted me to the present. “Only real teachers are supposed to take
off today. She doesn’t look like a librarian. That’s because she isn’t a real librarian.” All heads turned. “Where
are you from? Will you be here all week? Who are you again?”
“Great,”
I grumbled, facing Carter and ignoring the mix of ricocheting questions. “Why
don’t you take the first part of class?”
“You’ll
be fine,” Carter mouthed.
I
bit back a groan, but quickly decided that the good deputy had just provided an
out and didn’t know it. I’d gladly turn over the class and leave the last
forty-five minutes for Carter. This particular bunch looked like an interesting
crowd. They would appreciate a deputy’s monologue.
“I’m
Fortune….I mean…Miss Morrow.”
One
rambunctious little boy with red hair and freckles stood up and wiggled around
as he asked, “Can we call you by your first name?” He kept his eyes downcast,
one hand on the table, and rotated left to right. “Where are you from, Fortune?”
“It’s
not Fortune. It’s Miss Morrow.” For
some reason, I glanced at Carter right at that very moment. He shot me a
crooked smile. He didn’t think I could handle this young crowd. An unspoken
challenge was on the table.
“You’re
on.” I mouthed the words, knowing that Carter would understand. Pacing in front
of the students, I began again. “My name is Miss Morrow. You can call me…” I
spun around for theatrics. “Miss Morrow.”
Monday, December 14, 2015
Release Blitz for Kaithlin Shepherd and Forgive Me
Sometimes your first love is also your last
Title: Forgive Me
Author: Kaithlin Shepherd
Release Date: December 11, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance with a hint of cowboy
Series: Callaway Series, book 2
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
Cover Designer: Claire Smith
Andrew Callaway doesn’t do love — not since Amanda broke his heart and left him in a cloud of dust. Devoting himself to the family ranch, he’s determined to be the man his dad would be proud of, minus the one-night stands and stream of mistakes. Five years after watching her drive away, his first love is back. Andrew finds himself wanting more than meaningless easy conquests, a lot more.
Following her dream of becoming a chef, Amanda Watkins left Montana with a beat-up pickup truck and a broken heart. Five years after watching Andrew fade away in her rear-view mirror, she’s back and is dead set on avoiding the man she still dreams about. When she’s hired to cater for a Callaway celebration, sparks fly and old emotions run hot. If she thought the boy she knew was dangerous, she’s about to find out that the man he became is lethal.
Blame is a dangerous game to play, but forgiveness takes courage that may just prove too difficult to reach.
Following her dream of becoming a chef, Amanda Watkins left Montana with a beat-up pickup truck and a broken heart. Five years after watching Andrew fade away in her rear-view mirror, she’s back and is dead set on avoiding the man she still dreams about. When she’s hired to cater for a Callaway celebration, sparks fly and old emotions run hot. If she thought the boy she knew was dangerous, she’s about to find out that the man he became is lethal.
Blame is a dangerous game to play, but forgiveness takes courage that may just prove too difficult to reach.
On sale for $2.99. Original price $3.99
She’d looked up at him and gave him the most beautiful smile he’d ever seen. In that moment, he’d promised himself to do whatever it took to make her smile like that every day for the rest of their lives. “I’m perfect. You?”
He laughed at her question because he couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever been happier than right there and then. “I spent the whole night making love to the woman I love. I woke up with her pressed against me, and now, I’m about to start my morning showing her much I love her sassy ass, so I’d say I’m better than perfect.” He’d flipped her on her back, positioning himself between her spread thighs, his body weighing down on top of her. His woman loved him on top, one of the many things he’d learned the night before which he planned on using to his advantage, every chance he got.
“She’s a lucky lady then.” She’d ran her hands down his back, down to his ass, squeezing him lightly.
“Nah, I’m the lucky one.” And he had meant that with every fiber in his body. He’d kissed her passionately and urgently until he had her squirming under him, begging for more, and God, had he given her more. One of the best things about Amanda was that no matter how much he gave, she was right there with him, letting her body take over, meeting him thrust for thrust. They’d spent the rest of the morning in bed, making love and ordering room service until it was time for them to leave.
Book 1 in the Callaway Series
Only 99 cents until Dec 13th
Only 99 cents until Dec 13th
All buy links HERE
Kaithlin Shepherd was born and raised in Canada where she learned to figure skate and crafted a love affair with coffee. Growing up in a household filled by strong-headed women, she learned early on that life is what you make it. You’ve probably never met a bigger country music fan and in the words of Brooks and Dunn, she’s a die-hard ‘George Strait junkie.’ Constructing a world away from her real life, Kaithlin loves the feeling of creating a universe where her fans can forget about everything in their life. She loves writing about hot alphas and doesn’t shy away from turning up the heat with scorching hot sex scenes.
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Sunday, November 22, 2015
Release Blitz for C.A. Bell and BDSM Poetry
Out Now! BDSM by C.A.Bell
Blurb:
BDSM
is a collection of poetry containing f/f, anal play, femdom, bondage, shibari,
anal play and much more. It contains meaningful, intimate, and downright filthy
poetry written in acrostic, ballad, cinquain, and free verse.
This collection is intended for the open-minded people
out there who love all things BDSM.
So, let BDSM take
you on a journey into the taboo, and give the most erogenous part of your body,
your brain, a treat.
Excerpt
from Harem:
The
three of us knelt, collared and chained,
Waiting
for one master, to teach the untrained.
The
three of us were stripped, told to behave,
Told we
were sluts, whores, and slaves.
He
entered the room, we all bowed our heads,
His
attire was magnificent, all blacks, gold’s, and reds.
Then
under my chin, he placed his big hand,
Told me
that tonight, I would follow his command.
I nodded
my head, subserviently so,
Then he
moved to the next, second in the row.
And said
exactly the same to the second and third,
And then
left the room without saying a word.
We all
sat motionless, staring at the floor,
Until he
entered again, slamming the door.
Knowing
he was back sent a surge of exhilaration,
This was
what I needed, strong domination.
He
snatched up my chain, tugged me over to a stock…
Author
Bio:
C.A.Bell
was born and raised on the outskirts of London, England, but for the past three
years has resided in a much more rural town of Shropshire, where she and her
husband married and made a home.
She is
currently working on a number of projects, including the follow-on book to The Architect,
as well as a novel, and aspires to be a well-known author.
Buy Links:
Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1MUIvGq
Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1PzRRhg
Social
Links:
Twitter @cbellAtrix09
Author Website http://authorcabell.co.uk
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