The Dom Games
Ten submissive women. One billionaire dominant.
Three months competing for his “affections.” One winner takes all. Add The Dom Games to your TBR list on Goodreads! https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/29862659-the-dom-games RELEASE DATE: May 23rd
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Dominic Reed, heir to an oil fortune, has spent his entire adult life perfecting his dark hobby. With little control in every other area of his manicured life, he finds his release as a dominant. With more money than he knows what to do with, he creates a TV show: The Dom Games. This year is different than the past seasons, this year Dominic will be the star. He wants a forever submissive. Before last month Kayla Parchet thought the word submissive only referred to dogs. Fresh out of college with a business degree that is scrap paper, she needs to get an Ivy League masters degree to pursue her dreams. When Kayla is accepted to be one of the ten, her world takes a dark turn as she competes against women who live the submissive lifestyle for enjoyment. Can she hold on to her dreams long enough to win the competition and ten million dollars? Or will she get sucked into Dominic’s twisted world? Only a few whips and canes stand between Kayla and the future she’s always desired. Lights, camera, sex… About the Author:
Rachel grew up in a small, quiet town full of loud talkers. Her words were always only loud on paper. She has been writing stories and creating characters for as long as she can remember. After living on the west coast for many years she recently moved to Virginia Beach, VA.
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Henry Alexander's story will arrive on May 17th in The Spiral Down by Aly Martinez! Add this M/M Romance to your TBR list on Goodreads! http://bit.ly/1OrgYS4 RELEASE DATE: May 17th Blurb I was afraid to fly. He made me soar. After years of climbing the ladder of success in the music industry, I finally had everything I could want. Yet I still found myself wandering through life alone. Captain Evan Roth was the one man I never saw coming. Tall, dark, mysterious… Straight. We were both damaged beyond repair and searching for something so elusive we weren’t sure it even existed. But, when two broken souls collide in midair, falling is a given. I just never expected to crave the spiral down. Chapter One Henry Rain fell from the sky in sheets. It’d only been drizzling when I’d boarded my private jet not even a half hour earlier. Now, I could barely see the airport outside my window. “No, babe, it’s not a big deal. I just would have liked to see you while I was in town. It’s been a while. That’s all,” I said, shifting the phone to my other hand. Dipping my finger into the empty glass that had once been the home of gin and tonic number three, I stared at the melting ice as I stirred it in a circle. Her raspy, sleep-filled voice no longer sounded anything like that of the little girl I’d met when she was only five. But, after sixteen years, Robin Clark no longer resembled that child, either. “I swear I thought the shower was next weekend. I got my dates mixed up. I’m so sorry,” she lied. She did that a lot. “Don’t worry about it. It’s cool,” I said, pretending to believe her. I did that a lot. And it killed us both a little more every time I did. “I love you, Cookie,” she whispered. I wasn’t sure if that was a lie or not anymore. But I knew one thing was true. “I love you too, kid.” We sat in silence for several seconds, neither of us willing to hang up. However, neither of us knew what else to say. A million words hung between us, but none of them would solve anything. God knows I’d said them all over the last five years. Still, she’d never heard any of them. Not really. With my heart physically aching, I swallowed hard and bit the bullet. “Listen, I’m about to take off. I’ll be in L.A. for a show next week. Why don’t you come and we’ll hang out for a few days?” It was an honest invitation. I didn’t receive an honest response. “I’ll be there!” “I’ll have Carter set it up. I’ll come by tomorrow afternoon and give you the details. I can’t stay long, but maybe a quick dinner or something.” “Perfect.” We didn’t linger with drawn-out goodbyes. A few seconds later, my phone was off and I was once again gazing out at the pouring rain, wishing I were anywhere but on a plane. Carter, my head of security, settled in the seat beside me and opened the latest issue of Sports Illustrated magazine. My stomach clenched when the plane jerked as we backed away from the gate. “Tell Levee I love her, okay?” I said to Carter without dragging my eyes off the terminal disappearing in the distance. “Here we go,” he mumbled, closing his magazine and turning his attention my way. “Can you do me a huge favor? If I don’t survive, make sure it’s open casket and I’m wearing—” “Blue. It makes your eyes pop,” he finished for me. “Right, but—” “But your eyes will be closed, so you should wear green instead. It looks better with your complexion.” “Yes, but—” “But your complexion will be ashy since you’re dead and all. So let’s just go with a sleek, black suit. It’s timeless.” He arched an incredulous eyebrow. Lifting my glass in the air, I rattled the ice at Susan, my personal flight attendant. She was busy buckling herself in for takeoff, but she flashed me a warm, motherly smile in acknowledgement that she had seen me. “So maybe we’ve had this conversation before,” I told Carter. He rolled his eyes. “Every time we fly.” I huffed but didn’t bother explaining. He knew exactly how terrified of flying I was. He’d been there the day it’d all begun. You would have thought that, after having traveled the globe for years, a simple two-hour flight wouldn’t have been a problem. My racing heart and sweating palms argued otherwise. In the eight years since my career had taken off, I’d gone from a somewhat-popular YouTube personality to the king of the music industry when Levee and I’d released our self-produced debut album, Dichotomy. Filled with half of her tracks and half of mine, it had soared to the top of the charts. There hadn’t been a radio station in the country not playing our music. In a matter of weeks, our careers had exploded, which had forced the whole world to take notice. The following years had been a whirlwind. Grammys, record deals, fame, fortune, security. I could have retired six months after I’d started and never wanted for anything again. Well, that’s not totally true. The one thing I really wanted could never be bought. I wasn’t even sure it could be earned. It was something so rare that I feared it didn’t actually exist. Love. Unconditional. Unwavering. Eternal. Love. I gave that to exactly two people in my life. I only received it in return from one. I’d been born a gay man. There had never been a moment in my life when I’d been remotely sexually attracted to women. If I had been, I would have married Levee Williams the second I’d laid eyes on her. Because I’d known, just that fast, that she was going to be the best thing that ever happened to me. And she had been. Riding the state’s dime to college, I’d branched out on my own at eighteen, armed with nothing more than a guitar and a headful of mediocre lyrics. In a lot of ways, alone felt better. In most, it felt worse. Luckily, within weeks of starting my new adventure, I met Levee at a local bar on amateur night. She wouldn’t admit it, but she’d been attempting to hit on me when she’d first strutted over after her set. I understood how she’d misinterpreted my intense stare while she’d performed. But, when her kind, brown eyes lit as our gazes met, I knew, straight or gay, I needed to meet that woman. That night, over beers and more laughs than I had ever experienced, we bonded over music. Less than two weeks later, I moved in with her. Part of my heart bound to hers in a way I had never felt before. With no parents, no siblings, not even a foster mother who’d taken a liking to me, I’d spent most of my life searching for the sense of belonging she gave me only minutes after we’d met. I fiercely loved that crazy woman. And it amplified as the years passed when I realized the feeling was mutual. Levee was more than my best friend. Outside of Robin, she was the only family I’d ever had. Which really meant she was the only true family I’d ever had. I’d heard that God wasn’t exactly stoked about homosexuality, but come on. What kind of a masochist sends a gay man his soul mate with boobs and a vagina? Especially considering she was now married to Sam Rivers and six months pregnant with his baby girl. I’d tried dating over the years, but the few men I’d found interesting had found me temporary. I was good for a night of fulfilling their secret fantasies. But that’s where it ended. I guess that’s what I got for having a thing for straight men. I couldn’t stop myself though. It wasn’t the sex. As a celebrity, I had plenty of men vying for my attention. Ass was easy to come by. But the high that came from being with a straight man, knowing he was going against his own genetic coding just for one night with me, made every minute of the pain worth it. Those forbidden encounters were a drug. And I was a junkie. The hunt of finding that perfect blend of brute masculinity and subtle curiosity. The chase of teasing and taunting, ramping them up until they were unable to get my clothes off fast enough. The victory as they finally broke, giving in to the one desire they had never considered before they’d landed in my crosshairs. That was the high. But it was always followed by the crash. Including the inevitable spiral down when they realized what they had done. Some freaked, slinging insults and threats at me as if I had somehow magically cast a spell and charmed their dick into my mouth. Some wore their shame on their faces, gathering their clothes and rushing from the room without a backward glance. Some felt the high too and came back for seconds, desperate for more. But they all left, one way or another. Always. Once I’d accepted that those encounters were nothing more than a fix, it’d stopped gutting me when they walked away. While I’d had my fair share of partners, I was far from a whore. I didn’t launch my expert skills of seduction on any straight man who crossed my path. That would have been a wasted effort. I was good; don’t doubt that. But men didn’t just fall naked into my bed, begging for me to take their bodies in ways they would never forget. At least, not the men I wanted. It took patience and dedication to achieve my high. I spent two years working my way into a certain NFL quarterback’s bedroom. Worth every single second. Or so I’d told myself as I’d felt another piece of my soul break away when he’d dismissed me from his life the very next day. Maybe I was a whore after all. But I’d tried the relationship thing and it just didn’t work. I’d given my heart to a man once. He’d given it back a month later. I was devastated when he left. I was ruined when, two months later, I watched him marry a woman I knew he didn’t love. No. That’s not true. It was me he didn’t love. That was a common theme in my life and exactly why I was so successful as a singer-songwriter. It was hard to be all “woe is me” with millions of adoring fans acting as if you were a god who’d returned to Earth. While Levee struggled with the weight of her fame, I flourished under the spotlight. I was alive on stage. And, with no one waiting for me at home, I’d devoted years to touring. The roar of the crowd fueled my happiness to the point I feared the day when I would have to settle down. And, right then, I was white-knuckle gripping the armrest as the jet accelerated down the runway before lifting into the sky. “Shit. Shit. Shit,” I mumbled as my stomach dropped when the landing gear loudly locked into place. “You’re fine,” Carter said absently. I was absolutely not fine. “I’m gonna puke,” I groaned. His eyes never lifted from the pages of his magazine as he shook a vomit bag open and passed it my way. “Thanks,” I replied, disingenuous. “No problem. Now, take a deep breath and try to relax. We’ll be there in no time.” As the plane leveled out, so did my stomach. Blowing out a loud breath, I dropped my head back against the headrest. “We should’ve taken the bus.” “There wasn’t time for the bus. Your ass is supposed to be on stage in four hours. What we shouldn’t have done is drive to San Francisco in the first place.” “We’ve been over this. I wasn’t missing her baby shower.” He grumbled, adjusting in his seat. “I think Levee and Sam would’ve understood.” I narrowed my eyes and turned to glare at him. “Don’t even start with me. They would have understood perfectly. But that doesn’t change the fact that I wanted to be there.” My tour had been scheduled over a year in advance. Tickets had sold out in less than five minutes. But none of that had mattered when I’d found out that Sam’s mom was planning a baby shower for Levee. I had very few priorities in life. However, being there for her was always one of them. Susan approached my seat. “Can I get you another drink, Mr. Alexander?” “Thank God. Yes!” I lifted my glass in her direction. “No problem.” Her eyes nervously shifted to Carter. “A word?” Carter unbuckled his seat belt and moved past me. They huddled together behind the small bar in the front, but my focus was on the mini bottle of gin she was emptying in my glass. I was well aware that I needed to slow down. Drunk on stage wasn’t exactly a novelty in my business, but slurring my words and stumbling over lyrics was a deal breaker for me. Just as I was about to tell her to hold off on the drink, the plane suddenly jerked and my nerves skyrocketed all over again. I sucked in a sharp breath, and both sets of their concerned eyes jumped to mine. Yep. I can sober up later. Snapping my fingers, I ordered, “Drink.” Susan smiled compassionately before shooting an impatient glare at Carter. I would have cared what they were whispering about if I hadn’t been about to pull an Incredible Hulk and peel out of my own skin. “I’ll tell him,” Carter relented with a sigh, tagging the drink from her hand and then moving in my direction. With shaking hands, I took the glass and tipped it back for a sip, relishing in the distracting burn in my chest. “Tell me what?” I asked, settling the glass in a cup holder. He motioned his chin at my drink. “Why don’t you finish that first?” The clear liquid sloshed as the plane suddenly banked to the left. “Excellent idea,” I said. Carter’s gaze once again lifted to Susan’s in a silent conversation. Her lips thinned. Throwing the rest of my drink back, I bounced my attention back and forth between the two of them. Susan looked downright nervous, and Carter appeared more than a little annoyed. “Okay, what the hell is going on with you two?” I demanded. “The pilot is having some chest pains,” he announced. Suddenly, there wasn’t enough gin in the world. Fighting to make my seat belt tighter, I gasped, “Did he pass out? Are we going down?” Carter’s expression remained impassive. “Of course not!” Susan cut in. Her reassurance did little to comfort me, because whatever magical mechanism kept the cabin pressurized suddenly failed. If the pain in my lungs was any indication, there was absolutely no oxygen left on that plane. We were all going to die. Carter’s heavy paw landed on my back, pushing my torso down so my head was between my knees. “Calm down and breathe. We aren’t going down. The copilot is taking us back to San Francisco. We’ll be on the ground in no time.” The vise on my lungs didn’t loosen. Still hunched over, I nodded, having heard his words but finding no relief in them. Susan kneeled beside me. “It’s okay, Henry. Co-captain Baez is an amazing pilot. You won’t even know the difference.” She rubbed my back. Embarrassment mingled with the worthlessness I felt in that moment. But I was helpless to reel it in. My body was out of control. I was left as nothing more than a marionette being held captive by my fear. Reaching out, I gripped Carter’s thigh desperately searching for a way to ground myself. The man was a beast. At six-five and well over three hundred pounds, with short, black hair and nearly black eyes, he looked every bit of the scary bodyguard I’d hired him to be. There wasn’t anything soft or gentle about him. However, he’d been with me for almost a decade. He knew how I worked, even if he didn’t like it. He patted my hand, and then I heard the crinkle of his magazine opening. “You’ll be fine,” he said. I wasn’t sure he was right. About the Author: Aly Martinez Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five, including a set of twins. Currently living in South Carolina, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. Five books later, she shows no signs of slowing. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads Sins and Scars Book One in the Sinners Series Release Date: July 2, 2016 Cover Photo by Wander Aguiar https://www.facebook.com/Wander-Book-Club-461833027360302 Front Cover Model: David Byers Cover Design: KLa Boutique https://www.facebook.com/pages/KLa-Boutique-Swag/908193265872628 Synopsis: I am not a good man. I tried to stay away, but every time I pushed her away, she fell harder. I took away her innocence and I don’t regret a damn thing. She owns me. Mind. Body. Soul. I never wanted to lose her, but I did. I’m a monster and she knows it. She’s seen the darkness in me and she ran as far as she could. I had plans to bring her back, but I saw the happiness written on her face. When threats surface, I bring her home where she belongs, kicking and screaming. The sins I’ve committed leave scars on her body and soul. She hates me for what I’ve done and I don’t blame her. I’ve killed for her and I will kill again if need be. The only thought that I fear is losing her forever. Losing her forever will be my downfall. Losing her temporarily drove me to the edge. I won’t let her go without a fight. She’s the light and I’m the dark. I’m the sins and she’s the scars. I’ve ruined her. I love her. I would rather fall on my own knife than lose my only saving grace. Add it to your TBR on GoodReads! About the Author:
K. Renee is from sunny, California. Creative by nature, she decided to put her imagination to paper. K. Renee is an avid reader. During the day she works in an office and at night she writes. These stories have been in her head for years and are finally coming out on paper. Give Me You by Caisey Quinn releases June 7th! Add Give Me You to your TBR at: http://bit.ly/1rNVc3q Blurb Corin Connelly left her past far behind her in New York City. Along with her mother and an ex-boyfriend who had no plans to let her go. Starting over in college in California seemed like a vacation in paradise compared to her old life, and if anyone needs a fresh start, it's her. But her new roommate has a life-threatening secret, and soon paradise becomes even more intense than New York. When she loses a bet to the university soccer team's star goalie, Skylar Martin, he claims a prize she didn't ever plan to give him. A weekend in her hometown. Skylar Martin is used to getting what he wants. Growing up in a world of privilege has made his life easy, which is exactly how he likes his women. But when a feisty redhead tells him no, he becomes determined to figure out what makes her tick. And what she's hiding. Spending a weekend together will change everything they think they know about each other. The closer they become, the harder it is to hide the mistakes they thought they'd left behind--mistakes that will stand in the way of what they both want. Corin and Skylar will have to stop hiding from the darkness in their pasts if they want a bright future together. But how can you love someone if you can't forgive them? See the beginning of Skylar and Corin's story in KEEP ME STILL Amazon US: http://amzn.to/26LscsK Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/26LscsK iBooks http://apple.co/1Um8H4v B&N http://bit.ly/1OY8kG9 Kobo http://bit.ly/1QF69il Caisey Quinn lives in Nashville, Tennessee with her vivacious six-year-old daughter. She is the bestselling author of the Neon Dreams series (Avon/William Morrow) and the Kylie Ryans series as well as several New Adult and Contemporary Romance novels. You can find her online at www.caiseyquinnwrites.com and Tweeting entirely too often as @CaiseyQuinn.
She is represented by Kevan Lyon of the Marsal Lyon Literary Agency.
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Before that night, Caine Spencer had been just a rough, gruff cop sent to check out the phoned-in claims of suspected child neglect involving the same woman he’d met a month ago when she’d first served him the city’s worst diner coffee...which he’d been drinking daily ever since. Before that night, Addison would never have thought the man she’d been fighting hard not to fall for—her only friend in her new shadow of a life—would be in a position to rip her family apart. Before that night, Caine would never have believed any woman could make him fall head over heels, let alone make him feel so damn compelled to look the other way when it came to his job. Then that one perfect night changed everything. BEFORE THAT NIGHT (Book 1) chronicles the destiny-altering events that take place seven years prior to EVERY NIGHT WITHOUT YOU (Book 2), Caine & Addison’s emotional story of love, sacrifice, and the lengths one will run—and chase—when their past threatens their future.Add BEFORE THAT NIGHT to Goodreads here! Interested in getting your hands on BEFORE THAT NIGHT? Sign up here to get a notification when preorder links go live! Enter to Win a $100 gift cardSign-up to get an email notification with the pre-order links for Violet Duke's BEFORE THAT NIGHT *and* be entered to win a $100 Gift Card! Simply fill out the google doc here! About Violet DukeNEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page writing wickedly fun contemporary romances filled with strong, unique heroines and memorably romantic heroes. With just under a million books sold to date, since becoming an author in 2013, Violet has appeared on the USA Today bestseller list thirteen times and the NYT bestseller list three times, with the additional honor of charting in the Top 10 across the major eretailers both in the U.S. and internationally. Her fans, who she just adores to pieces, affectionately call her books sweet & sexy 'laugh & cry' love stories. When she's not feeding her book-a-day reading addiction, Violet enjoys tackling reno projects with her power tools, trying pretty much anything without reading the directions first, and cooking impossible-to-be-duplicated 'special edition' dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. A born and raised island girl, she spends her days in Hawai'i chasing after her two cute kids (daughter Violet & son Duke) and similarly adorable husband (their ringleader). Website | Twitter | Facebook | Newsletter | Facebook Fan Group The Boom is real! Meet June & Evan in Until June releasing on May 24th! Now available for Pre-order! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1T8B4ns Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/1TRbaVd Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1QNOL4n Blurb June Mayson and Evan Barrister’s whirlwind courtship resulted in a secret marriage right before he left for boot camp. Evan knows deep in his gut that June is too good for him, but after getting a taste of the beautiful life they can have together, he’s unwilling to let her go. June promises to wait for him, knowing neither time or distance will ever change her feelings for Evan—that is until she’s served with divorce papers while he’s overseas and she’s forced to let him go. Her marriage and divorce a well-kept secret, the last person June expects to run into when she moves back to her hometown is Evan. Angry over the past, she does everything within her power to ignore the pull she feels whenever he is near. But how can she ignore the pain she sees every time their eyes meet? How can she fight the need to soothe him even if she knows she’s liable to get hurt once again? Is it possible for June and Evan to find their way back to each other again? Or will they be stopped by an outside force before they ever have a shot? Prologue Looking at my reflection in the mirror across from me, I cringe. My hair is a disaster, there are bags under my eyes, and the nightgown I have on isn’t even one of the cute ones I normally wear. It’s the one my sister, December, got me as a joke, but I wear it occasionally, because its comfortable, even if it was made for a woman three times my age. Resting my elbows on the desk in front of me, I run my fingers through my hair, pulling the strands back away from my face. “I hate men,” I whisper into the empty interrogation room, where I was told to wait over an hour ago after the police kicked in my door and dragged me from my bed. Lifting my gaze, I look at myself in the mirror again and vow that whenever I get out of the mess my ex-boyfriend has gotten me into, I’m going to learn how to be a lesbian, even if I’m not sure that’s actually possible. “June Mayson.” Turning my head, I look over my shoulder at the now open door behind me, and my eyes meet those of a man who reminds me of my dad. He looks to be in his mid-forties, and is one of those men time has been kind to. He’s built, with dark hair that’s cut short and parted on the side. His eyes are a blue that stands out against his dark lashes and tan skin. “I’m Officer Mitchell, and this is Officer Plymouth.” He nods behind him and is followed in by a man who must be playing the roll off ‘Bad Cop’, judging by the frown on his face and the look he gives me when our eyes meet. Time hasn’t been as kind to him; he looks like he has enjoyed one too many beers. His middle is soft, and his skin doesn’t look healthy. Nodding, I cross my arms over my chest and run my hands down the bare skin of my biceps that’s chilled from the cool air coming from the vent above me. “Would you like something to drink?” Officer Mitchell asks as he walks fully into the room. Shaking my head, I mutter, “No, thank you.” “Hot chocolate?” he offers, and I feel tears burn the back of my eyes. Since I was little, whenever I was having a bad day, my dad would offer me hot chocolate. His hot chocolate has magical powers that always make everything seem okay, but I doubt police station hot chocolate would have the same effect. “No, thanks. I’d just like to know why I’m here,” I tell him as he takes a seat in the metal chair across from me and places a thick folder on the table between us. “We may be here awhile, Miss Mayson, so I’d like you to be comfortable,” he says gently, and I look at Officer Plymouth, who is leaning against the wall, then back to him. “I don’t mean to be rude, Mr. Mitchell, but I’d really like to get to the point. I have class in a few hours and I’d really like to make it on time.” “I’m afraid you’re probably going to miss your class today, Miss Mayson.” Closing my eyes, I open them slowly and ask, “Can I get a sweater?” Surprisingly, Officer Plymouth slips off his suit jacket and walks it over to me, placing it around my shoulders. ‘Thank you,” I whisper up at him, and his eyes soften around the edges. Pulling my eyes from him, my gaze goes back toward Officer Mitchell. “How long have you known Lane Diago?” Officer Mitchell asks, and I sit up a little taller. “I don’t know anyone by that name,” I tell him, and he opens the file folder, fanning out a few pictures of my ex-boyfriend, Aaron, and me directly in front of me. Each of them were taken while we were a couple, showing we had been followed more than a few times. Him coming to my apartment…him kissing me outside my car…at the store, walking hand-in-hand down the aisles…at the movies…out to dinner…both of us doing normal couple things. “You mean Aaron?” “That what he told you his name was?” he asks, and I nod looking up at him. “I’ve known him for about a year,” I whisper, dropping my eyes to the pictures again, realizing I actually didn’t know him, since his name isn’t even Aaron. “How long have you two been dating?” he inquires, and my eyes drop to the pictures once more. “We dated for about four months. I broke up with him a month ago,” I tell him truthfully as a feeling of sadness hits me unexpectedly. I wasn’t in love with Aaron—or Lane. Not even close. But I cared about him, and believed he cared about me as well. That was, until he sent me a text to meet him at his house. When I got there, one of his roommates let me in, and I found him up in his room with Susie Detrei’s mouth around his cock, proving I was wrong about him. “You were close,” Officer Mitchell states, and I nod because we were, or I thought we were. “Can you tell me who this man is?” he asks, pulling out a picture of Aaron’s--Lane’s cousin, or at least the guy he told me was his cousin. “Aaron…I mean Lane’s cousin Cody. He lives in Mississippi,” I tell him. “Did you ever overhear them talking?” “Overhear them talking?” I ask, looking at a picture of Cody and Lane sitting in what looks like a bar, Lane with his favorite beer in his hand, and Cody with a short, wide glass with dark liquid and ice on the bar top in front of him, and his hand wrapped around it while he laughs at something. “Overhear them talking about anything out of the ordinary?” “No.” “Are you sure about that?” “Maybe if you told me exactly why I’m here, I can give you the information you’re looking for.” “Lane Diago’s uncle is one of the biggest distributors of illegal narcotics in Alabama, Kentucky, Tennessee, Mississippi, Georgia, and South Carolina.” “What?” I whisper as my eyes focus on one of the pictures of Lane and me standing outside my apartment. I was wearing a short colorful summer dress and gold strappy sandals, and Lane had on a pair of black cargo shorts and a plain white tee. His head was bent toward mine, my hand was resting against his chest, and his was wrapped tight around my hip. It was our third date and our first kiss. I had waited forever to even go on a date with him, because I wasn’t ready for a relationship. I finally gave in to him, because he was so persistent. He asked me out every time we saw each other, and he was always dramatic in the way he did it. “Did you ever see—” “I never saw anything,” I cut him off. “Lane didn’t even smoke pot, and almost everyone I know smokes pot,” I whisper, pulling my eyes from the picture to look at him. “You two were together a lot. He would have you drop him places. My men saw you on more than one occasion.” “To friends’ houses,” I tell him, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. “If he asked me to drop him to a friend’s or to run him somewhere when we were going out, I would do it, but I never saw him do anything illegal.” “Do you understand you can go to prison if we find out you spent any of the money he earned from selling drugs on things for yourself.” Laughing, I cover my face with my hands and lay my head on the table while I try to pull myself together. I probably shouldn’t be laughing right now but its either laugh or cry. “What do you find funny about this?” Officer Plymouth asks, and I lift my head to look at him. “I paid for us to do things more than once, and he even asked me for gas money a couple of times. I never, not once, took money from him, not even for a coffee,” I tell him, and his eyes go to Officer Mitchell, who mutters, “Fuck.” “He cheated on me a month ago, and I haven’t talked to him since then,” I tell him, and he shakes his head. “We have time stamps for phone calls between the two of you over the last month.” “Did you ever look at how long those calls lasted?” I ask, knowing that if he did, he would know we didn’t actually talk. “He called. He called over and over. Finally, I had to pick up to tell him to stop calling me. I didn’t want anything to do with him a month ago, and I sure as hell don’t want anything to do with him now.” “Another fucking road block,” Officer Plymouth grumbles, and my head swings to him. “I’m sorry. I swear that if I knew anything, I would help you out, but I don’t. Lane never told me anything, and I sure as hell didn’t see anything. If I had, I would have talked to my uncle about it.” “You’re sure you didn’t see anything, hear anything?” “I’m sure,” I tell him, wishing I did know something, not because I’m a rat, but because I know what drugs can do to people. I know not everyone dies from using drugs, not everyone’s life goes to shit from using them, but my best roommate freshmen year of college overdosed and died, and that was only after she turned into a completely different person. Someone I didn’t like much. Someone I couldn’t trust. So, there’s no way I would ever protect anyone who is responsible for supplying those drugs, no matter how much I care about them. “Would you be willing to get back in with Lane?” Officer Plymouth asks, bringing my attention to him. My heart flips in my chest at the thought, but I don’t get a chance to answer, because someone bangs hard on the glass mirror in front of me, causing my image to go funny. 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Title: Thick & Thin (Thin Love, #3)
Author: Eden Butler
Genre: NA | Contemporary Romance
Release Date: July 25, 2016
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Synopsis
My love was thick.
Her faith was thin.
Somewhere in the middle is where life found us.
I claimed her when I was a boy.
I held her until I was a man.
She was my first thought every morning, my last smile at night, and a million memories in between.
Then one night, with her warmth still lingering on the sheets, Aly King walked away from me, from us, from our life.
They say time heals all wounds, but not for me.
Not when my heart is empty.
Not when there is nothing but a sea of meaningless faces wherever I go.
It always comes back to her.
Aly needs reminding of how drunk our love made us, before she forgets completely.
Before we lose our chance.
Before we are irrevocably broken.
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About Eden Butler
Eden Butler is an editor and writer of Mystery, Suspense and Contemporary Romance novels and the nine-times great-granddaughter of an honest-to-God English pirate. This could explain her affinity for rule breaking and rum.
When she’s not writing or wondering about her possibly Jack Sparrowesque ancestor, Eden patiently waits for her Hogwarts letter, edits, reads and spends way too much time watching rugby, Doctor Who and New Orleans Saints football.
She is currently living under teenage rule alongside her husband in southeast Louisiana.
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