Scattered Ashes by Annie Anderson
Ashes to Ashes; Book 1
270 Pages
Published: October 27, 2015
Published by: Annie Anderson
Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural Romance
Blurb:
Aurelia Constantine is having a rough century.
Plagued by visions of murder, death and destruction, she has resigned herself to the nightmare her life has become. When an enemy from her past comes to her rescue, she must let go of old wounds and heal the breach so she may survive the evil poisoning her mind.
Rhys Stevens is guilty.
Murder. Betrayal. Treason. Take your pick; he’s guilty of them all. On the path of redemption, he must beg for forgiveness from the one person he fought to save - the woman he has always loved.
Thrown together in the trenches of war, they must work as a team to stop a monstrous puppet master from pulling their strings.
Ashes, ashes. We all fall down.
Get ready to burn.
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Falling Ashes by Annie Anderson
Ashes to Ashes; Book 2
272 Pages
Published: March 21 ,2016
Published by: Annie Anderson
Genre: Paranormal/Supernatural Romance
Blurb:
Mena Constantine is pissed off.
Finally freed from her fifty-year imprisonment by a maniacal leader, she is desperately trying to recover and get her life back. Problem is, the life she had is long gone. Struggling under the weight of her memories and healing from the wounds of her captivity, she can't seem to catch a break. Every waking moment, death seems like a relief she would welcome.
Asher Crane is a dead man.
As a Guardian to the King, his only purpose in life is to keep the King alive. And he's failing. Miserably. With the King ill, the Queen dying, and zero plans for a successor, he's pretty much screwed. Because if the King dies, the law says Asher dies, too.
As these two wounded souls collide in a series of bloody and unfortunate events, they will clutch to the last shreds of life before death beats down their door.
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Meet Annie Anderson:
Annie Anderson is a military wife and United States Air Force veteran. Originally from Dallas, Texas, she is a southern girl at heart, but has lived all over the US and abroad.
As soon as the military stops moving her family around, she’ll settle on a state, but for now she enjoys being a nomad with her husband, two daughters, and old man of a dog.
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Perfect for fans of Jojo Moyesâs, Me Before You, My Last Love Story is a heartbreakingly romantic tale about the complexities of trauma and whether love can right a wrong.
I, Simeen Desai, am tired of making lemonade with the lemons life has handed me.
Love is meant to heal wounds.
Love was meant to make my world sparkle and spin.
Love has ripped my life apart and shattered my soul.
I love my husband, and he loves me.
But Nirvaan is dying.
I love my husband. I want to make him happy.
But he is asking for the impossible.
I donât want a baby.
I donât want to make nice with Zayaan.
I donât want another chance at another love story.
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Conversation with Nirvaan Desai from My Last Love Story.
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Yo! My name is Nirvaan Desai and I have cancer. See? Says here on my t-shirt too.
God. Thatâs tough. Iâm sorry.
Nirvaan: Iâll take all the sympathy youâve got. Thanks. But letâs be clear, I hate wasting time on formalities. I want what I want and I want it now. So, letâs get on with this!
Right. As I told your wife, Iâll ask five random questions and you answer them as truthfully as you can.
Nirvaan: Shoot.
Your wife mentioned a bucket list. Whatâs on yours?
Nirvaan: Going straight for the jugular. I like it! Simi has actually dubbed my bucket list the Titanic Wish List. Iâve checked most of the items off the list. I only have a few left, out of which #1 is getting Simi pregnant and #2 is making Zai acknowledge that heâs making a mistake with Marjanehâhis girlfriend.
Ok. Good luck with that. Would you stop eating junk food to live five years longer? Sorry, but this question card just popped right out of the pack.
Nirvaan: Told you, man. Donât be sorry for me. And no, I wonât stop eating junk food as I know it wonât make a difference. Not that Simi or my mother allow me to eat junk. Iâm on a very strict organic health food diet.
What three adjectives would your family use to describe you?
Nirvaan: Stubborn. Smexy. Stupendous.
Whatâs the best TV show ever?
Nirvaan: Does cable TV count? Then Game of Thrones. Itâs awesome, man. And I knew they wouldnât kill Jon Snow. Knew it!
Last question, andâ¦shit, one of those ones again. Should I pull another question?
Nirvaan: Stop that. I told you, its all cool. Just ask it.
Whatâs the secret to staying young?
Nirvaan: Dying young. *drumroll*
Love your spirit. I wish you the best for the rest of your life. And that completes our little game.
Advance Praise:
At once heartbreaking, delightful and completely unexpected. A must read!
~ Sonali Dev, author of The Bollywood Affair
In My Last Love Story, Kothari examines love and loss, desire and desolation, with a deft, wry touch that kept me reading late into the night and moved me to tears.
~ Julia Tagan, author of Stages of Desire
About the Author:
Falguni Kothari is an internationally bestselling hybrid author and an amateur Latin and Ballroom dance silver medalist with a background in Indian Classical dance. She writes in a variety of genres sewn together by the colorful threads of her South Asian heritage and expat experiences. When not writing or dancing, she fools around on all manner of social media, and loves to connect with her readers. My Last Love Story is her fourth novel.
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Andromeda's Reign by KS Haigwood and Anne ConleyPublication Date: May 12, 2016 BUY NOW
The Moonrising story continues… The Alpha Lion of Las Vegas, Ace Keller, has luck on his side, at the poker table and with the ladies, calling bluffs and breaking hearts whenever the notion strikes him. After bonding with the Alpha Wolf of Montgomery, Alabama, fate flips Ace's simple world upside down when he finds himself desiring only one woman in his life — Andromeda. But not only does he want her, he needs her touch in order to live. The bond forces them to feel each other's emotions and hear each other's thoughts, which wouldn't be a problem except Andromeda is in love with a Master Vampire, and Ace has dark secrets of his own that could put her in danger.
Accepting the Moon (Moonrising Prequel) Midnight Moonrising (Moonrising #1) BUY NOW Chapter 1 Wednesday, February 4th 2015 5:42 p.m. PST Las Vegas, Nevada Ace “Do it again,” I demanded. I could feel Andromeda trying to give up emotionally, as well as physically, but I pushed her harder. I knew what her body and mind were capable of, and we were nowhere near her breaking point. She was a lot stronger than she thought she was. Our connection, as we both liked to refer to the bond, seemed to be growing stronger, rather than weaker, like Andromeda had hoped it would. She wanted to find a way to reverse the ritual. I didn’t. She could feel my every emotion and hear my every thought—unless I blocked the telepathy—but it worked both ways, so she could keep me out of her mind, too. Unfortunately, we couldn’t block the emotions. I felt each and every happy memory she’d had with Phoenix and each and every sad moment she’d had without him. The only time she wasn’t thinking about him was when we were training. So I planned to make her train. A lot. This damn rollercoaster of feelings was literally driving me insane. I had never in all my life felt as much as I had in the last week, and I hated it. Me… with one girl… forever… I rolled my eyes at the absurdity that my life had become in only the blink of an eye. But as crazy as that all sounded, and even though I had in no way asked or planned for any of it, I couldn’t bring myself to hate the fact that I was finally ready to settle down. I blocked Andromeda’s kick, grabbed her shoe and threw her to her back on the workout mat. Grinning down at her furious, pale-green eyes, I offered her my hand. She huffed as she got to her feet on her own, looking down as she limped away from me. What a terrible actress. Chaos could have done a better job of fooling me. I shook my head as my hands came up to rest on my hips. “Don’t give me that shit. It might work on your wolf cubs or even your boyfriend, but you can’t fake it with me, Andra. We’re bonded. I know you’re not hurt, so don’t—” “I’m tired, Ace—” “You shouldn’t be tired,” I sneered. “You slept the whole flight here. But for the sake of avoiding a pointless argument, humor me. What are you going to do when you’re in battle and you get tired? Are you going to limp away? What if I’m not there to kill the fucker for you next time?” “I never asked for this!” she screamed as she whirled around to glare at me, her beautiful eyes brightened by the tears shimmering in them. “I didn’t, either!” I roared back. She flinched as our emotions tangled together. I knew those tears weren’t there because she was sad, because her fury washed over me like I had been doused with boiling water. The rush of it almost hurt. The anger sucked, but I knew anger. I could deal with anger. Anger was my friend. It was the sadness and the heartbreak and the sappy-frilly-frilly I couldn’t fucking deal with. Unfortunately for me, Andra seemed to be full to the brim with all that shit. With more effort than I really wanted to put forth with the mood I was in, I waded through her rage, then through my madness and forced calm over us. This bond was new to us both, but getting it through her thick head that it would be easier on us if she would dump her boyfriend was like trying to breathe under water. I might have understood her side of the argument a little better if she had been dating the vampire longer than a month, and never mind the fact that two of those weeks she was locked in a silver cage as a wolf. They hadn’t even had time to get to know each other. I knew her. She knew me. We had direct contact with each other’s thoughts, memories and emotions, yet she wouldn’t even consider the idea of us being together on an intimate level. I didn’t understand it at all. After a moment, I held out my hand again. “Come here.” I’d be dead and damned before I went to her, not with how she’d been acting since we left Montgomery, Alabama. She looked down at my hand and set her jaw. I knew she wanted to touch me just as much as I needed her to, but I also knew by her thoughts that she wouldn’t without a little more encouragement. “I know you promised Phoenix that you would try to be happy with me, here in Sin City. Do I need to make a call to the High Vampire of Montgomery to let him know you aren’t playing fair, Andra? My first attempt at getting him to break things off with you was just that: my first attempt. You may hate me before this is all over and done with between you and your bloodsucker, but, in the end, you will still need me and you won’t have him. I can live with that. Can you?” Her lip quivered, and I nearly caved. I couldn’t handle the tears, but I could counteract with a little rage, just enough to give her a taste of how I felt. “Ace—” “You’re mine, Andra. I’m willing to give you some time to let that soak in, but I won’t wait long.” I hardened my voice to a steely edge, even though she could undoubtedly tell I was serious. She had bonded with me, damn it! She was mine. She didn’t belong to some vampire nearly two thousand miles away. And when he got here, he still wouldn’t have her completely. I had to tamp down the utter rage at Andra’s memories of the vampire in bed with her, his skin sliding against hers, his mouth on my mate’s mouth. Fuck. If she wasn’t going to realize it on her own, I’d have to push the issue. “He can’t have you, Andra. I won’t let that happen.” I said the last part slowly, maybe for dramatic effect or maybe it was because, deep in my heart, I knew it to be true—I wouldn’t let him have her. By the fear in her widening eyes, I could tell she was seeing things from my perspective now. It was about damn time. “I knew you would do this! I knew you would get me here and try to control me—” “The only thing I’m trying to do is train you, but you won’t stop thinking of him long enough to concentrate on keeping your lovesick ass alive if this were a real situation!” “Why do I need to learn how to fight so fast? We’ve barely stopped since we got here. And why haven’t you let me in your mind in two days? You shut me out the moment I asked about Justice.” I huffed. I couldn’t tell her about Justice yet. If this upset her, I could only imagine how enraged she would be when I told her that I nailed a huge target on her head with our bonding. The worst part was that I knew it before I even did it. I didn’t know how to break the news to her without her hating me for it. Hell, I hated me for it. “I’m not ready to talk about it yet.” “Well, I’m not ready to stop missing Phoenix yet,” she bit back. “I’ve only been away from my home for a little more than half a day, Ace. Cut me a little slack.” I guess I was damned and dead, because I took a step forward, reached out and took her hand. The relief was immediate. Our rage subsided and our tempers calmed as if we’d never been angry at all. Our fight seemed so petty now. “I’m sorry. I am trying, Andra, and I will talk to you about Justice soon. I promise. I just have to figure out how to go about doing it the right way.” She nodded as she wrapped her arms around me, and I looked up to the high ceiling, thanking the good Lord above us that He had given me enough sense to apologize. There was no better feeling in the world than when she was in my arms. It felt like heaven. It was new for me—totally unheard of for me—but I was quickly getting used to it. That in itself was mystifying. “I’ll understand,” she said, and I lowered my head so that I could whisper in her ear. “About what?” “About him. Whatever it is, I’ll understand, Ace.” God, if that were only true! Sighing heavily, I said, “I hope you will.” “Were you lovers?” I blinked rapidly at that. What the fuck? “No!” I had to laugh. Of course she would think something like that! “I’ve never been intimate with Justice… or any other guy, for that matter,” I said in disbelief, and then a smile crept across my face. “I like puss—” Andra quickly clamped a hand over my mouth. “I hate that word. Call it something else.” I threw my head back and laughed harder than I had in a long time. After I calmed down enough to speak clearly, I said, “What do you call it?” Her eyes nearly popped out of her head as she blushed, and then those walls swiftly went up, blocking me out of her mind. Damn it! “I’m not telling you what I call my… my…” “Pussy?” She slapped my chest, and I laughed. “Stop! That sounds so gross to me.” She did a little shudder-wiggle thing, and I couldn’t stop laughing. I’m serious. It was freaking hilarious watching her squirm over a word I’d said in everyday conversation most of my adult life. “Okay, we won’t talk about what you call yours. What do you think I should call it in general? I have to call it something.” “Why do you have to call it anything? People don’t go around talking about hoo-has all day long. You could just leave that particular body part out of your vocabulary altogether,” she said matter-of-factly. My eyebrows rose as I stared at her in fascination. “Hoo-has?” “Well, hoo-has is plural, meaning more than one. Hoo-ha is singular, meaning only one.” Shit! Is she really giving me a grammar lesson on pussy slang? “I know what singular means, Andra. I’m fairly educated.” “Oh, then there you go. Hoo-ha and hoo-has.” Frowning, I shook my head. “I don’t like that word. Call it something else.” She grinned playfully, mimicking my head shake as she turned to walk away, but I grabbed her wrist and pulled her to me, enclosing her in the iron-like frame of my arms. Her skin—coated in a thin sheen of sweat—slid against mine, bringing to mind all sorts of erotic delights, but I only held her tighter. She stiffened, but she was too distracted to keep her walls intact. We were too close and she wasn’t as experienced with blocking as I was. I felt her desire for me the exact moment I smelled it. Not only did the lion in me wake up, but the bonded male in me did, too. I wanted her. Bad. But it was too soon. She still had that vampire on a leash and I hadn’t told her my secret. My wants could wait for the perfect time. And there would be a perfect time. I was damn sure of that. I had her right where I wanted her, though. Her walls were down and she was fully aware of how much she wanted me. The bonding did that to us. The attraction we felt for each other was unavoidable when we were this close. It may have been mean of me to use it to my advantage, but I had to know; she could not leave this room without me knowing. I did exactly what I intended to do from the start and no more. I bent until my lips almost touched hers, and then I dove into her mind. She hadn’t even tried to hide it from me. It was right there, for the taking, what she called her Golden Grotto, her Holy Grail or, in her words, hoo-ha. I smiled as I whispered, “Kitty-cat.” Desire left her eyes as she pushed against me. I let her go with a light chuckle. “You’re an ass, Ace,” Andra said as she avoided looking at me. I could feel her embarrassment and guilt. Yes, guilt was there, too. The fucking vampire was cock-blocking me from seventeen-hundred miles away. There was no need to bring up the fact that she would have willingly let me pet her kitty-cat if I had only kissed her. There was no vampire here for her to run to now. She wouldn’t have stopped me, but she would have regretted it. I didn’t want her to regret being with me. Ever. I had to play my cards right. There was no folding or losing in this game. I would win. The gym doors opened, and Slade walked in with Kai, Rogan and Chaos. Chaos ran straight to Andra, and she knelt down to ruffle his ears and baby-talk to him. She was spoiling him, and he was eating it up. I frowned, my mood turning a bit sour at admitting to myself that I was envious of my Rhodesian ridgeback. “Great timing, assholes,” I grumbled. Slade’s grin was a mile wide as he watched Andra pet my dog, and then his green eyes cut up to mine, his black eyebrows rising in amusement. He thought it was funny as hell that I’d finally met a woman I liked and she wouldn’t put out. His words, not mine. And what made it worse, I hadn’t even told him. My Beta knew me better than I knew myself most of the time. I guess he could tell by the sexually frustrated look on my mug that I hadn’t gotten any—or any worth bragging about—in a while. I was never, ever telling him what Andra called the cockpit. Hoo-ha… What kind of word is that for something so awesome? The fucker would never let me live down how vanilla she was. Slade nodded to Andra. “Has Ace been a good host? Are you getting settled in okay?” She smiled shyly as she gave him a curt nod, but her face was still a little pink from the embarrassment I had caused only a few moments earlier, so I closed the distance between us and took her hand. She squeezed my fingers in response, and I winked at Slade. “I’ve got it taken care of. She’s staying in my room.” All three men did a double-take. My dog even looked at me funny. It didn’t surprise me. No female of mine had ever been allowed in my room—not that I kept one for more than a night, but that was beside the point. I took care of my women away from the lion’s den. None of the other pride members who lived here were allowed to bring anyone to the house with them for some kinky play, either. It was best for everyone if humans didn’t know shifters existed. Every Tom, Dick and Harry would grab their pitchforks and hunt us. That’s all we needed, a bunch of simple-minded rednecks who didn’t understand a damn thing about us, trying to become slayers. That wouldn’t do anything except get a bunch of humans killed. Rogan’s whiskey-colored eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. “Huh?” “Your room?” Kai said as he swept his shaggy blond mop out of his deep blue eyes so he could see me with both of them. “But you—” “How did I miss that?” Slade said, interrupting Kai. “I thought Olivia had an extra bed in her room that Andra was supposed to sleep in while she stayed here.” Narrowing my eyes at him, I released Andra’s fingers so I could drape my arm over her shoulder and pull her closer to me. I already knew she had access to everything about my past, since she’d received all my memories the moment we bonded, but I didn’t want these dickweeds making her think she was like those other chicks. “Andra is special, guys. Shut up, will ya?” The guys just stared at me in disbelief. I wasn’t joking, but they were obviously waiting for me to tell them I was. Did they expect me to be a bachelor forever? Of course they did. Five days ago I would have expected that of myself. Andra snickered, I was guessing at the nervous feeling I was sending her through our connection. “I got settled in just fine. Thank you, though I haven’t had much time for rest. Ace has had me training since we arrived.” Slade grinned at her mischievously. “He’s easily bribed. Give him something he wants. He’ll do whatever you want him to do.” “You can go now,” I said, letting the lack of amusement that I felt seep into the tone of my voice. Andra laughed softly. “I’ll have to try that. What would he want?” Kai snorted. “What does every man want from a woman?” I looked up to the ceiling and huffed in annoyance when her embarrassment crept over my skin. Every damn hair on my arms was standing on end. “Get the hell out of here, guys. We’re about to turn in for the night. The rest of the pride will be here early in the morning to meet Andra.” “Turning in for the night?” Rogan said, and then looked at the other guys, as if he was missing something important. “We came to tell you it was time to leave for work. None of us are as good as you are, Ace.” A muffled curse passed through my lips as I ran my free hand down my face. “Uh…” I stammered, and Andra turned to look at me, confusion pouring out of her and into me in waves. She was on the verge of freaking out that I might leave her here alone. I forced a smile as I pried my wide eyes away from the guys to look at her. “It is, uh… tonight is poker night, and kind of a tradition I started a few decades ago. I’m pretty good at it, hence why I named my lion Ace. Most of us don’t really work around here. We gamble. It’s how the bills get paid. And I guess it’s my night to make sure we have a place to live next month.” She glanced around the huge gym that was only a small fraction of the house. “You gamble and win enough money to pay for this place?” “Yeah… and then some. Look, I won’t go if you don’t want to go, but I’m better than anyone here. We’ll lose everything pretty quick if I depend on some of these losers to cover the bills. A few of them lose more than I win sometimes.” “Wait… the chick is coming with us?” Rogan said on a chuckle, and then his expression turned serious. “You’re fuckin’ joking, right?” I saw red, but managed to shove Andra out of the way before I shifted—the welcome feel of bones stretching and changing, the fur sprouting, the muscles morphing—and pounced on Rogan. My teeth not-so-tenderly brushed the skin above his jugular where his pulse was pounding hard enough I could hear it. Kai and Slade backed away, but I could sense Slade wanted to interfere, and I suppose that was the only thing that stopped me from biting Rogan’s head off. “Rogan doesn’t know about the bond, Ace!” Slade shouted. “Nobody but me and the crew that went with you knows that you’re a bonded male now! Don’t kill him! Christ! He didn’t know any better!” I didn’t glance up, but I imagined that he was running his fingers through that stark black hair and gripping it hard enough to pull it out by the roots. “Ace,” Andra’s startled voice said. “Don’t kill him.” I moved my head back enough to close my mouth, and then just stared down into Rogan’s eyes as a low growl rumbled up my throat. “I would advise against ever calling her a chick again if you value your life, Rogan,” Slade said on a relieved exhale. “Ace bonded with Andromeda in Alabama. She’s your Alpha now, too.” There was cold fear in Rogan’s confused eyes. He knew he’d screwed up, but I could tell that he wasn’t sure how he’d managed it. The truth was that none of us knew how strong this bonding thing was—well, aside from me and Andra; we knew exactly how tough this bitch was, but I wasn’t in the mood to give lessons or talk about it unless bloodshed was involved. I’d let Slade explain it to Rogan. Instead of backing away, I stepped forward, placing one of my back paws on Rogan’s groin as I made my way back to Andra. Howls of agonizing pain issued from behind me as I shifted back to my human form. Ignoring the scene behind me, I chuckled when Andra held out my shredded gym clothes, her head turned away from my immodesty. I took the threads and covered myself enough to make her comfortable. “So, how are you at poker?” I said as we walked toward the doors to leave. She laughed. “I’m better at Blackjack.” “Let’s go Double Down then, my dear,” I said with a flirtatious grin, and she beamed at me. God, I loved that smile. “I need to take a shower first,” Andra said. I grinned playfully. “Good. You can shower with me. There’s a spot on my back I can never quite reach.” She gaped at me, and I nearly busted a gut laughing. “I’m kidding… unless, of course, you want to shower with me. I wouldn’t tell you no. I’m nice like that,” I said with a wink. Catching me off guard, she shoved me into the corridor wall, and then laughed when I hit my funny bone and let out a loud curse. “You are not showering with me, Ace.” I scowled as I rubbed my elbow, until I glanced up to see her walking away from me. That high ponytail and the look of her ass in those workout shorts had me forgetting all about the sharp pain shooting from my elbow to my wrist. I bit my lip as I watched her hips sway, and then I ran to catch up with her before she noticed I had started panting. She might not shower with me tonight, but she would soon. She would soon. K.S. HaigwoodFacebook | Amazon | Twitter | Blog | Newsletter
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Author: Bree Barcellona
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: May 11, 2016
Series: The H.A.R.T.S CEOs series, book 1
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The day my mother overdosed when I was fifteen, I made a promise to myself that I would leave my past behind and not let it define my future. Even if that meant leaving behind my one true love, singing. With time I slowly built a life for myself where my days were filled with school and my nights volunteering. Months after graduating college, a lucky chance landed me the position as the personal assistant to the gorgeous billionaire CEO of H.A.R.T.S Marketing and Advertising firm, Reece Knight. He brought me into a world of limousines, private jets, world traveling, and nights (and days) filled with indescribable pleasures I never thought I would know. I began living a life someone like me could have only ever dreamed about. A life I wouldn't give up at any expense, even if it meant denying myself once more of something I loved. But while Reece spent his time trying to help me get over my fears, I realized my past wasn't as far behind me as I thought.
"Come here." Reece took my hand, pulling me up until I was standing in between his straddled legs.
"Take your shoes off." He ordered with a heated glare as I quickly kicked off my flats.
"Now this." He said, slipping his fingertip under the hem of my shirt. I reached down pulling my shirt over my head, not questioning what he was having me do, just following his orders.
"Unbutton your jeans." He told me, keeping his eyes locked on mine. "Pull them down but don’t take them off." I didn't hesitate, only continuing to do as told. "Now turn around."
"Why?" I finally questioned.
"Just do it, Taylor." He demanded, taking hold of my hips and turning me around. "Bend over and pull them off." I bent over, sliding my jeans the rest of the way off as I felt the pad of his thumb run right over my pantie covered ass and they instantly became soaked.
"Come here." He pulled me onto his lap so I was straddling him, now in just my bra and panties.
"You know I never got to take this ass." He smirked, grabbing a handful of each one of my ass cheeks and my body began to uncontrollably grind against him. Within seconds of rubbing my pussy against the bulge in his jeans, my panties went from just being soaked to me feeling my own juices leaking down my leg.
"I know." I responded and just talking about it had me aching more for my release.
"Have you thought about it?" He stared me down.
"Yes." I breathed out, still rubbing myself against him.
"A lot?"
"Yes." I pushed myself harder down onto his crutch, needing some relief for my aching pussy.
"Do you have lube?" He asked me and I shook my head "yes".
"I bought it a while ago but brought it with me just in case." I told him after finally finding my voice.
"Well it’s a good thing you did." He stood up, cupping my ass as I wrapped my legs around his waist. He walked us straight to back of the plane, where the small bedroom was located. Once inside, he wasted no time tossing me on the bed then covering my body with his and crashing his lips into mine.
Bree Barcellona lives in the mistakenly unwonderful state of New Jersey. She spends her days (and nights) fueled with insane amounts of coffee and usually spends more time thinking about what she needs to do than actually doing it. You can find her knocking on wood at any given time, afraid she just jinxed herself or getting lost for hours on Pinterest trying to find new great quotes to live by. Singing with a Billionaire is her debut novel and the first book in the H.A.R.T.S CEOs series. Please contact her, she would love to speak to you!
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JEM COULDN’T BELIEVE his eyes when he pulled into Uncle Bob’s on Saturday, glanced toward the beach and saw Lacey Hamilton in double. In both forms his fantasies had taken. One was drably overdressed, and the other rather undressed. He skipped over the version with long, tanned legs exposed, and stared at the one with loose black cotton shorts that hung to her knees.
deal sharing aunt - Spotlight Night Owl Reviews - Interview
What is your latest book, His First Choice, about?
A twist I've never seen or read before in the romance world, but a story I believe needs to be told - one that speaks to the heart of true romance. Lacey is an ex-child star whose identical twin sister is still in Hollywood, a soap opera star. Though she and her sister have identical looks, her sister always shines brighter. Lacey has moved to Santa Raquel to be a family services social worker. As part of the 'Where Secrets Are Safe' high risk team, she meets Jem Winston, whose four year old son is showing signs of abuse. Jem's story is a heart breaker. His First Choice delivers his happy ending.
Beck Valley Books - Not an Ordinary Book
This book is…not ordinary. I think it’s powerful. And emotionally compelling. And I hope so much you give it a chance. I can tell you why I think this, and hope this. I can describe Jem to you. He’s the hero of my heart.
Imagine, you’re identical twins. You both look exactly the same. And yet…she gets all the attention. Can you imagine how difficult that would be? You adore your sister. She’s sweet and kind and really good to you. But…wouldn’t that be hard? Always feeling second best, without even knowing why?
You can imagine…or you can pick up a copy of His First Choice and live the life with Lacey Hamilton – and her identical twin Kacey – as they figure it all out.
EskieMama Reads - Excerpt
He thought about telling his son they absolutely did not want to speak with the other woman. Telling him that for their own safety they had to stay away from her. But he couldn’t figure out how to do so when Levi had been told she was a friend. He’d let her take Levi alone to a playroom. He’d let her in their home, to see Levi’s room and most prized possessions.
Lady Amber's Reviews - Coming in First Kacey, my heroine, isn’t the middle child. As a matter of fact, she was born first. But she seems to slide into the background her entire life. She’s overshadowed by her identical twin sister.
I’m not a twin. Didn’t even have a sister – though I always wanted one desperately – but I understand those feelings of being ‘on stage’ (for her, literally) of being at the event, but not coming in first. Not shining the brightest.
Thoughts of a Blonde - Review
"A gut wrenching story that hooked me by the first page and had me feeling so many emotions throughout! I smiled at the adorableness of this little boy, I ached for the pain being felt, I felt anger, and most of all, I hoped for a happily ever after for these two special guys that wormed their way into my heart. Highly recommend!"
Harlie's Books - Review
"I can not stress that while Ms. Quinn’s books have a message there is also some of the best love stories to date. Poignant, relatable and emotional. You can’t help but fall in love with both characters. Ms. Quinn tackles the hard issues but in the end, love always wins. Always…"
Brooke Blogs - I Am Honored
I’ve said since the moment I started writing for Harlequin that I write to touch women’s lives. To find them where they are and give them a heart-felt boost – whether it be by giving them a couple of hours of enjoyment, to replenish themselves, so they can step back up to their plates. Or, more often, to reach out to hurting hearts, to hold on gently, and walk with them back to the road to joy.
Wishful Endings - Not Your Ordinary Romance
My books are filled with hard topics, issues that face real women, without any sugarcoating to make them more palatable. I didn’t choose this route. The voices, the stories, the people that appear in my head, chose me.
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(Where Secrets are Safe #8)
by Tara Taylor Quinn
Adult Contemporary Romance
Mass Market Paperback & ebook, 384 pages
May 1st 2016 by Harlequin Superromance
Lacey Hamilton is used to living in the background. Overshadowed her entire life, she stepped out of the Hollywood limelight and into the role she's meant to play: a counselor, part of the High Risk Team started by The Lemonade Stand women's shelter in Santa Raquel. Her caseload leads her to the doorstep of Jeremiah "Jem" Bridges to rescue a little boy. She's not supposed to fall in love with the rugged construction worker and his adorable son. Love and duty, though, don't always agree. Especially when a truth is uncovered that neither she nor Jem is prepared to face.
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The author of more than 70 original novels, in twenty languages, Tara Taylor Quinn is a USA Today bestseller with over six million copies sold. A 2015 RITA finalist Tara appears frequently on bestseller lists, including #1 placement on Amazon lists, and multiple showings on the Publisher’s Weekly Bestseller list. She has appeared on national and local TV across the country, including CBS Sunday Morning.
Tara is a supporter of the National Domestic Violence Hotline. If you or someone you know might be a victim of domestic violence in the United States, please contact 1-800-799-7233.
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Sweet Contemporary Romance
Date Published: 2/13/16
Kasey Griffin is determined to prove a diagnosis of Multiple Sclerosis isn't going to ruin her life or define her expectations. She is dedicated to her pregnant sister, her pets and operating her bookstore, 'The Next Chapter'. She has everything she needs to have a full and satisfying life--the daily challenges of her condition notwithstanding.
Then hunky musician Ben Salem rolls into town. Ben's subtle charm quickly reminds Kasey she is more than a woman with a disease, she is also a woman with a heart. And Ben wants it.
Will Ben still desire her once he learns the terrible details of her condition?
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Tears stung her eyes. “What's going to happen when Ben sees me like this?” What was going to happen when it got worse? Though today she was hard pressed to define ‘worse’. How much more was her life going to change? It was terrifying.
Abbie quietly waited, her soft blue eyes warm and reassuring. Abbie would always love her.
“He won't want me when I can't walk anymore.”
“Kase, we don't know for sure that will happen to you. New medications and treatments—”
“I remember Mom a little before she died,” Kasey said softly, her whisper halting Abbie. “Mostly I remember the wheels of her chair.” They had been as tall as her.
“Oh, honey,” Abbie took her hands into hers, searching her face. “Do you remember her at all before that?”
Kasey shook her head. “I barely remember what she looked like when she was...healthier. Before. Just hazy pictures.”
Abbie nodded, understanding. “And Dad stuck by her till the end. He stuck by us till the end too.” He raised two little girls for five years after his wife died until he himself was untimely killed in a car accident. “He loved her very much and he loved us.”
“I know,” Kasey agreed, wiping her nose on her sleeve. “But what if Ben isn't like Dad?” she whispered, dread clutched in her throat. What if Ben really was a drifter like he seemed?
Tears pricked Abbie's eyes. “Honey, only you would know the answer to that.”
About the Author
Ryan Jo Summers is a North Carolina writer who likes to pen romances with a twist. Love stories blended as inspirational, with paranormal, suspense or time travel--or several at once. She also writes non-fiction for regional periodicals. Her dad is a songwriter and his aunt wrote poetry, so Ryan came by the writing gene honestly.
Her hobbies include poetry, bird watching, houseplants and gardening, gathering with friends, hiking in the forest, painting canvas and ceramics, and working wiggly word find puzzles, mah johngg or chess. She lives in a 1920 cottage with a menagerie of pets. She often daydreams of the shore and frequently uses water as settings in her stories.
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Comedy / Fantasy
Date Published: October 2014
Funny, Compelling, Unusual
A Riveting book readers will find hard to put down.
American gangsters take a very active interest in a run down English football club located in a sleepy village called November Keys which boasts an unusual history.Their main purpose is to take advantage of the club’s geography for their own dubious and very illegal means.
However, they do not allow for some tenacious villagers and things that go bump in the night to try and flaw their plans.
Things come to a head when the football team, hampered by strange characters, bizarre rituals and a priceless ancient recipe, must play a match where failure could threaten mankind.
About the Authors
We are a father and son team. Perhaps a little unusual in the publishing world, however we would like to think our relationship has improved and not impeded our debut novel.
Outside of writing we do share similar interests, both being passionate football fans with a liking for a curry and a pint.
Both have many interests, which include charity work, poetry, music, film, cinema and quiz shows.
Whilst Brian is a published author it is Michael who has invented most of the amusing characters you are going to meet in November Keys. Both writers have spent pleasurable hours burning the midnight oil, endeavouring to portray these character’s personalities and eccentricities in a light hearted manner.
Coupled with an original plot with more twists than a sixties band we hope we have created a novel that is different and humorous, which will keep our readers, young and old alike, intrigued and entertained for many hours.
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Sci-Fi / Alternative History
Date Published: January 2016
Commander Orlando Iron Wolf is aboard the International Space Station when a blinking light on his computer console alerts him to a fast moving comet headed for a collision with planet Earth.
With no way to stop the impending doomsday, the world descends into panic and anarchy. Massive transport ships are built to colonize the moon, and evacuation of a chosen few begins.
After a shuttle mission to study the approaching comet goes awry, Wolf is forced into cryogenic deep sleep, and the onboard computer assumes control of the ship.
Wolf awakens 50,000 years later to a wildly different earth. Endowed with incredible strength, he finds himself caught in a war between primitive tribes, and his survival depends on Syn, an advanced computer intelligence who has fallen in love with him.
Will Wolf be able to help restore Earth to its past glory or is civilization doomed to fail?
About the Author
Tim Allen is a twenty seven year veteran Fire Captain for the City of Peoria (Illinois) Fire Department. His writing career began when he had to write a report about a fire incident and he was told to be more descriptive. In his next report, he was more descriptive and reflected about what he had seen and felt during the two minutes of hell. His superiors found no humor in this report and disciplined him. Once several other fire fighters read the report, they were intrigued with his writing and wanted to read more stories.
Allen caught the writing bug. He loves writing science fiction, but currently is working on a murder mystery entitled, "Tethered." With several novels in development, spanning everything from planetary colonization to aliens to time travel, he is also considering writing a few horror stories based on actual past events that have been well documented.
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