Prom King by Penny Wylder Release Date: September 12th NOW AVAILABLE! Grab it TODAY!! $2.99 and FREE in Kindle Unlimited!! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2Qnucog Amazon UK: https://amzn.to/2Qj6ycB Amazon CA: https://amzn.to/2Oasrcx Add to GR here: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/41712951-prom-king BLURB He was the hot popular guy. I was the nerdy girl with a fantasy crush. All of my childhood, I was invisible to Adam Carlisle. That was fine, because I was too shy, and too smart, to think I had a chance with the most popular guy in school. Until someone crowned him prom king... And me queen. But it was only a cruel joke that ruined my self-esteem and broke my heart. Ten years later and my friend begs me to attend our school reunion with her. I'm older, wiser, but still a nerd. This event is setting off my anxiety. I want it to be over. Then... I see him. My prom king. Adam is hotter than ever. But what really gets my attention? He's staring right at me. I'm not invisible anymore. What happens when my fantasy crush becomes reality? EXCERPT There’s a commotion by the door and I look over and my whole body goes cold, then hot. Olivia Mitchell is standing in the doorway. I didn’t think I’d ever see her again. Nobody thought we’d ever see her again. But there she is, alive and… beautiful. And then she looks right at me. It feels like my heart stops. This song, looking at each other. It feels all too familiar, and I don’t think that I can keep still. I glance over at Trent. “Excuse me.” He follows my gaze and smiles. “It’s about time, man. Go.” I leave my whiskey at the table, and I head straight for her. It’s like I’m being pulled, and she’s looking at me like I’m the last person she expected to see. I hope that I’m not the last person that she wanted to see. Olivia. Ollie. It’s been a long time, and there are emotions welling up inside my chest that I haven’t examined in a long time. The first step is to say hello, Adam. Don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s shallow, but I’m stunned by how gorgeous she looks. Ollie was always beautiful in a quiet way, but it’s not quiet tonight. I try to pull my eyes away from the blue dress hugging her amazing body or else my dick is going to be as hard as granite. But holy fuck do I want to look and never stop looking. She looks away from me and suddenly I can breathe again. About the Author A USA Today Bestselling author and #1 Amazon bestselling author, Penny Wylder writes what you'd expect-- wild romances. Happily Ever Afters are always better when they're a little dirty, so if you're looking for a page turner that will make you feel naughty in all the right places, jump right in and leave your panties at the door! Connect w/ Penny Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/PennyWylder/ Bookbub: https://www.bookbub.com/authors/penny-wylder Amazon: http://amzn.to/2ipqeMa Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/15558229.Penny_Wylder Want access to early copies of Penny’s books and special extended epilogues? Sign up here: http://eepurl.com/cc_h59
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"Dirty Headlines is a fantastic enemies to lovers office romance with a perfect filthy asshole hero that I wish I'd written myself." - Laurelin Paige, New York Times bestselling authorDirty Headlines, an all-new sexy, enemies-to-lovers romance from bestselling author L.J. Shen is available NOW!Célian Laurent. Manhattan royalty. Notorious playboy. Heir to a media empire. …And my new boss. I could have impressed him, if not for last month’s unforgettable one-night stand. I left it with more than orgasms and a pleasant memory—namely, his wallet. Now he’s staring me down like I’m the dirt under his Italian loafers, and I’m supposed to take it. But the thing about being Judith “Jude” Humphry is I have nothing to lose. Brooklyn girl. Infamously quirky. Heir to a stack of medical bills and a tattered couch. When he looks at me from across the room, I see the glint in his eyes, and that makes us rivals. He knows it. So do I. Every day in the newsroom is a battle. Every night in his bed, war. But it’s my heart at stake, and I fear I’ll be raising the white flag. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2wLg9ka Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/DirtyHeadlines: Paperback: https://amzn.to/2MMSl9p Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2GuCKIB Excerpt: He had an American accent. Not French. American. Smooth. Familiar. Ordinary. He fired out sentences at the speed of light. I heard him, but I couldn’t listen. Shock gripped my body as the pieces of the puzzle fell into place. My dirty one-night stand was my boss. My lying, American boss. And now I had to deal with that—hopefully for a very long time, because I desperately needed this job. Someone snapped their fingers, and my gaze shot from Célian’s face to Grayson. His forehead had crumpled into a frown. “You look like you’re trying hard not to cry or having a really intense orgasm. I’m hoping for you that it’s the latter and some kind of a weird-slash-awesome condition. You okay?” I nodded, scraping up a smile. “Sorry. Zero orgasms happening under this dress. I just zoned out for a second.”Lies. I was about to orgasm just remembering how good Célianhad felt parting my thighs with his big, callused hands and dipping his tongue into my slit. Then words stopped streaming down on everyone’s heads like a scalding shower, and I realized that indeed there was something worse than hearing Célianspeak in his perfect American English. And that was not hearing him speak at all. Because now the icicles were pointed at me like a cocked gun. I glanced up to meet his gaze. He stared at me for exactly one second before his focus snapped to Grayson. “Am I understood, Gregory?” he asked. Gregory? “Crystal clear, sir,” Grayson bowed, his voice trembling at the edges. Célian jerked his chin toward me. “Your cover girl material is going downhill.” God. Damn. Bastard. He recognized me, and I knew it. His eyes had kindled, melting the ice and growing darker the minute our gazes mingled. He remembered, and maybe it killed him that I was here in the same way it buried me. I want my iPod back, my gaze told him. I had over three thousand songs on that thing, and they were all too good to be wasted on that jerk. “Jude Humphry. Junior reporter. It’s her first day,” Grayson highlighted, almost pleadingly. He shifted in my direction, as if he might need to physically protect me from the sharp-tongued, suited monster. I suppressed a smile when I realized I’d told Célianmy last name was Spears. Well, he certainly wasn’t a Timberlake. He was a Laurent. An American monarch through and through. A billionaire, a powerful force, and judging by our one and only encounter—a raging playboy. This man was inside you, I internally shrieked. And not just once. His cock was buried so deep in you, you screamed. You can still taste the salty, earthy flavor of his cum.You know he has a freckle on his lower back. You know what sound he makes when he empties inside a woman. I internally thanked my mind for ruining my panties in public, and nodded. “Pleasure to meet you, sir.” I offered him my hand, my face flushing with embarrassment at my choice of words. Everyone was looking at us, and there were at least fifty people in the room. Célian—if that was even his name—ignored my outreached hand. Instead, he turned his face to the man beside him. “Mathias, any other words of wisdom?” Mathias? Wasn’t that his father? Just how cold was the man with the icy blue eyes? “I think you touched everything,” said the big boss—and he did have a heavy French accent, so at least the lie had a seed. Mathias stared at me placidly, like he could read the secret his son and I shared on my face. Célian spun toward me, uncuffing his cufflinks and rolling his sleeves up his veiny forearms. “Accounting can go back to their unfortunate line of work. Couture is excused from this meeting—though not forgiven for their horrid blog. Miss Humphry?” He snapped his fingers impatiently. He was already waltzing down the narrow hallway, knowing I’d chase him like a puppy, and no doubt taking pleasure in that fact. “I have a bone to pick with you.” Bone, boner—same difference, right? I shot Grayson a please-save-my-butt look. His eyes said, I would but I still have a life to live. I followed Célian down the hall, my Chucks slapping the floor in a hurry. He sliced through the throng of accountants, then stopped at a corner office, opened the door, barked “Out!” to the man inside, and tilted his head for me to go in. I did. He closed the door, and it was just the two of us. Two feet of empty space between us. About LJ Shen: L.J. Shen is an International #1 best-selling author of Contemporary Romance and New Adult novels. She lives in Northern California with her husband, young son and chubby cat. Before she’d settled down, L.J. (who thinks referring to herself in the third person is really silly, by the way) traveled the world, and collected friends from all across the globe. Friends who’d be happy to report that she is a rubbish companion, always forgets people's’ birthdays and never sends Christmas cards. She enjoys the simple things in life, like spending time with her family and friends, reading, HBO, Netflix and internet-stalking Stephen James. She reads between three to five books a week and firmly believes Crocs shoes and mullets should be outlawed. Connect with L.J. Shen: Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/authorljshen/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/lj_shen Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/authorljshen/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/authorljshen/ Stay up to date with L.J. Shen by signing up for her mailing list: Website: http://www.authorljshen.com/ We fell in love. Then our world fell apart.I wished so hard for Cole Danforth. And one day, he came true. He was my first crush, my first lover, my first and only love. He should also have been my last. But in a split-second, we were ripped apart, our lives broken, my heart shattered. After ten years, I've returned to my hometown, the place of my greatest joy and darkest pain. Cole is still here, but the beautiful boy I'd loved is gone. Now he's a ruthless, unforgiving man determined to feed both my resentment and my lust. Then our torturous past encroaches again, trapping us in a violent storm.But this time, there is no escape.ADD TO GOODREADSAmazon | iBooks | Nook | Google | KoboWhile I’ll take Josie wherever I can get her, I’d rather be with her at the cottage than anywhere else. Reminds me of our cramped apartment where we were always bumping into each other and never had enough room. As both a girl and an artist, Josie came with stuff. Hair bands. Fuzzy socks. Premium pastels. A thousand tubes of lip balm. I loved her stuff because I loved her. But I’d also been baffled by her inability to hang up a sweatshirt. Her cottage isn’t any neater, which is just one reason I like it there. She doesn’t answer my knock. I unlock the door and let myself in. She’s sprawled on the bed in the sunroom, her body moving with quick, shallow breaths indicating a restless sleep. One shapely legs rests over a pillow, and her T-shirt is pulled up far enough to reveal the curve of her ass encased in panties printed with purple butterflies. Much as I love the sight of her, I dislike like her insomnia, the way she sleeps in fits and starts. Though I haven’t seen evidence of a nightmare, that doesn’t mean she’s not still having them. And going back to the accident site… My chest tightens. I sit in a chair by the window and rub a hand over the back of my neck. Two weeks. That’s it. Then she’s gone. After that…hell, you don’t have to think about after. You just need to make sure the truth stays locked down. That means keeping her away from Peterson and any reminders. Or taking her away. A roll of half-opened Lifesavers rests on the windowsill. Peeling it open, I find a red one and stick it in my mouth. Sugar and cherry spill over my tongue. “You’re going to pay for that.” Her sleep-husky voice draws my attention. She’s watching me, her arms around a pillow. “I’ll share.” I push to my feet. “You’d better.” After crossing the room in three strides, I sink onto the bed beside her and lower my mouth to hers. Though I had every intention of talking to her first, her kiss fires me with heat. The tension in my chest loosens. I brush her silky hair back from her face and slide my hand over her cheek. Breathe in her strawberry smell. My unease slides away, overpowered by her soft sweetness. She flicks her tongue into my mouth and over the cherry candy. After passing it to her, I lower her back onto the bed. My dick is already getting hard. I cup her breasts and rub my thumbs over her nipples, urging them to tighten. Josie sighs and shifts, hooking her legs around my thighs and wiggling her hips against me. “You need to stop wearing jeans when you’re here.” She pushes me away and rises up to unbutton my jeans and shove them off. “Makes it hard for this spontaneous sex thing we’ve got going on.” “I’m always hard for this spontaneous sex thing.” I shed my clothes before climbing on top of her again. Nuzzling my nose into her neck, I lick the hot hollow of her throat. I fucking love that tender little spot where her pulse beats so fast. I inch my hand up her shirt, pulling it up far enough to expose her breasts, her pink nipples sticking straight up. The sight of her naked body jerks my cock into full hardness. Josie breathes out a moan and grasps my dick. “God, Cole.” She shifts, urging me closer and parting her cherry-red lips. “Put it in my mouth.” “Not this time.” With effort, I detach her hand from me and bend to kiss her breasts, pulling her nipple into my mouth. Her groan of satisfaction fires my lust hotter. I slide my hand between her thigh and into her pussy. Ah, fuck, my girl is already wet and primed, like she’s been waiting for me. Moving lower on the bed, I push her thighs open. She rises to her elbows, her eyes widening. “Cole...” When we first got together, it had taken her a long time to let me go down on her. No matter how aroused she was or how careful I was, she’d tense up and get self-conscious about being so exposed. But we’d both persisted, and I’d started with gentle licks of my tongue that soon had her panting and pumping her hips. And when she came…more than once, I’d been unable to hold back and ended up shooting my load all over the bedsheets. That’s not happening this time. We fell in love. Then our world fell apart. I wished so hard for Cole Danforth. And one day, he came true. He was my first boyfriend, my first lover, my first and only love. He should also have been my last. But in a split-second, we were ripped apart, our lives broken, my heart shattered. After ten years, I've returned to my hometown, the place of my greatest joy and darkest pain. Cole is still here, but the beautiful boy I'd loved is gone. Now he's a ruthless, unforgiving man determined to feed both my resentment and my lust. Then our torturous past encroaches again, trapping us in a violent storm. But this time, there is no escape.Amazon | iBooks | Nook | Google | KoboNew York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances about professors, bad boys, candy makers, and protective alpha males who find themselves consumed with love for one woman alone. Originally from California, Nina holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she's that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Newsletter
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If We Fly by Nina Lane
My rating: 5 of 5 stars This is one of those duets that you feel deep in your soul. When I finished the first book my heart dropped and I couldn’t wait for this one. And boy did Nina give us a wonderful book to follow up with. I cried, laughed and cried again. Josie and Cole stole my heart. They are two great characters who love the other so deeply that they would do anything for the other. There’s forgiveness and healing along with a deep binding love. I absolutely loved it! View all my reviews “Kennedy Ryan’s writing continues to amaze and inspire. She is a genius wordsmith and a prose poet. And in Banner Morales, she has created the perfect heroine for this day and age. Don’t miss this read. It’s everything.” -- Emma Scott, Bestselling AuthorBlock Shot, Kennedy Ryan’s enemies-to-lovers, second-chance standalone romance is LIVE and FREE in Kindle Unlimited!JARED If I had a dollar for every time Banner Morales made my heart skip a beat... The heart everyone assumes is frozen over. Her anger is...arousing. Every glare from those fire-spitting eyes, every time she grits her teeth, gets me...well, you know. If I had a dollar for every time she's put me in my place, I'd be an even richer man. I'm a successful sports agent because I assume "no" means you'll think about it. I'm sure what you meant to say is "Coming right up.” They say even rich men don't always get what they want, but those men don't know how to play the game. The trick is to keep them guessing. Take Banner. She assumes she's winning, but this game? She doesn't even know how to play. BANNER If I had a dollar for every time Jared Foster broke my heart, I’d have exactly one dollar. One night. One epic fail. One dollar...and I'm out. I've moved on. I’ve found success in a field ruled by men. Anything they can do, I have done better. They can keep the field while I call the shots, blocking them when I have to. And Jared has the nerve to think he gets a second chance? Boy, please. Go sit down. Have several seats. I'll just be over here ignoring the man carved from my fantasies with a lust-tipped chisel. Oh, I didn't say the struggle wasn't real. But I've got that one dollar, and Jared won't have me. Download your copy today or read FREE in Kindle Unlimited! *Special release price $2.99! Price goes up soon! Amazon US: https://amzn.to/2QmF0TE Amazon Worldwide: http://mybook.to/BlockShotKR Add to GoodReads: https://bit.ly/2IbeQOU Enter the BLOCK SHOT BOSS Giveaway! http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/696a82ab44/? Excerpt: I stretch my arm toward the wall and turn out the lights. With the light snuffed out, my other senses rise, hunting for her in the dark. The smell of her hair and her quick, shallow breaths. My sight adjusts until the heavy black curtain completely obscuring her fades to gray. Light from the outer room spills under the door, revealing just the shape, the outline of her, but still camouflaging details. I cup her cheek, taking a moment to appreciate the softness of her skin, the silky hair brushing my knuckles. I’m not an idiot. She wants the lights out because she’s self-conscious, but from my perspective, she has nothing to be ashamed of. “I think you’re beautiful, Ban.” “You do?” she asks, her voice hushed. My words surprise me as much as they seem to surprise her, because I don’t say shit like that to girls. The prettiest ones usually seem to already know, which makes any admiration I’d express redundant. But Banner . . . she’s so beautiful, and I’m not sure she knows. “I do.” I push the hair away from her face. “Uh . . . thank you.” Her laugh isn’t much more than a breath. “The lights are out, so I’m not sure that compliment counts.” “I know your face by heart. You have seven freckles here.” I swipe a finger over the straight bridge of her nose and drift down to caress her full lips and the tiny dent in her cheek her smile displays. “And a dimple right here.” I explore the smooth skin of her nape, under a heavy fall of hair. “Now I want to know your body, too,” I say softly. “Take off your clothes for me, Banner.” After a sharply indrawn breath, she raises her arms. The rustle of her clothes—the sweatshirt, jeans, socks, shoes—being discarded whisper in the dark. I approximate her by touch, reaching for her arms and closing my fingers around the softness, the velvety skin. I lower my head and run my nose along her neck, discovering. “You always smell so good.” I’ve wanted to tell her that since the first night we studied here. “Pretty Pastel,” she replies, her laugh low, nervous. “What?” I pause. “The smell. It’s my dryer sheets. The scent is Pretty Pastel.” “I like it.” I resume my exploration, running a palm over her shoulder, her collarbone until I find the soft, full weight of her breasts, testing them in my hands, cupping them, holding them, brushing the nipples with my thumbs until they pebble and her breaths come harshly. “You like that?” I ask. I see her head nod in the semi-darkness. “Yeah. It feels good.” Her touch startles me in the best way, her hand finding my face, traveling over my mouth, eyes, and hair. I sense her approach, feel tiny pants of breath on my lips, and anticipation has me panting, too, shortens my breath and sharpens my senses. Her mouth seeks mine, eager and sweet when she kisses me. Her pleasure, her excitement matches, answers, fans mine. I guide her back down to the couch, and with a hand at her shoulder, urge her to stretch out. I’d shave points off my GPA for a glimpse of her, but she doesn’t want that. I get it, so I settle for a taste. BLOCK SHOT Spotify Playlist: http://bit.ly/BlockShotSpotify Block Shot Discussion Group: https://bit.ly/2QhoCUhAbout Kennedy A Top 30 Amazon Bestseller, Kennedy Ryan writes about women from all walks of life, empowering them and placing them firmly at the center of each story and in charge of their own destinies. Her heroes respect, cherish and lose their minds for the women who capture their hearts. She is a wife to her lifetime lover and mother to an extraordinary son. She has always leveraged her journalism background to write for charity and non-profit organizations, but enjoys writing to raise Autism awareness most. A contributor for Modern Mom Magazine and Frolic, Kennedy’s writings have appeared in Chicken Soup for the Soul, USA Today and many others. The founder and executive director of a foundation serving Atlanta Autism families, she has appeared on Headline News, Montel Williams, NPR and other media outlets as an advocate for families living with autism.Connect with Kennedy Never Miss A Release! Follow Kennedy on BookBub: bookbub.com/authors/kennedy-ryan New Release Txt: https://clk2.me/mgFv Subscribe to Mailing List: http://bit.ly/2QjisCW Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/681604768593989/ Instagram: www.instagram.com/kennedyryan1/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/KennedyRyanAuthor Amazon: http://amzn.to/2Fvhqiz Pinterest: www.pinterest.com/kennedyryan Book+Main: https://bookandmainbites.com/kennedyryan Website: http://kennedyryanwrites.com
Michelle's Review
Block Shot by Kennedy Ryan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars One of my favorite book of 2018! Jared and Banner will absolutely steal your heart. Their story has everything that you look for.... It's sexy, enchanting and it's heartbreaking. They've know each other since college but now ten years later they are given a second chance. Jared is a jerk and he knows it, Banner is a strong woman with a big heart and together they are explosive. Made for each other. Different sides to the same coin. This is definitely one of those books that I will read over and over again. It's that good. View all my reviews
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Tic: My son means the world to me. He's all I have. His mom left us when he was born. I raised him. He's mine. The club is my home. It's his too. After losing too many babysitters, Brooke's friend, Ashley stepped in to watch Jameson. She was a good girl, one I knew I couldn't have. Until I had her. Now I want to keep her. Sometimes what we want the most isn't what's in front of our eyes. Things change. Accidents happen and our lives are torn in half.
Ashley: I had money but I loved to work. When I quit my job and went to the clubhouse, I didn't expect my next job to be a tiny shaggy-haired boy. Jameson quickly grew on me. So, did his dad, Tic. We became close even though we knew it wouldn't work between us. When his ex, Jameson's mom shows up, all hell breaks loose. No one knows where they stand anymore.
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Tic : Soulless Bastards MC No Cal Book 3 by Erin Trejo
My rating: 5 of 5 stars I absolutely loved it! I’m sitting here with tears rolling down my face...sad tears and happy tears. This book has them both. This is my first book by this author and I am totally going back and reading the others in this series. I loved the characters. Loved the story. I love single fathers and love that he’s in a MC. The story is gripping, suspenseful, emotional and exciting. Only downfall for me is that I could’ve kept on reading. It pulled me in and I didn’t want it to end. I really enjoyed it. View all my reviews Meet the Author:
National Bestselling author, Robyn DeHart’s novels have appeared in the top bestselling romance and historical romance lists. Her books have been translated into nearly a dozen languages. Her historical romantic adventure series, The Legend Hunters, were not only bestsellers, but also award-winners, snagging a Reader’s Crown and a Reviewer’s Choice award. She had three releases in 2013 and 2014 will see four more, all set in the popular historical romance Regency and Victorian eras. Known for her “strong dialogue and characters that leap off the page” (RT Bookclub) and her “sizzling romance” (Publishers Weekly), her books have been featured in USA Today and the Chicago Tribune. A popular writing instructor, she has given speeches at writing conferences in Los Angeles, DC, New York, Dallas, Nashville and Toronto, among many others. When not writing, you can find Robyn hanging out with her family, husband (The Professor) a university professor of Political Science and their two ridiculously beautiful and smart daughters, Busybee and Babybee as well as two spoiled-rotten cats. They live in the hill country of Texas where it’s hot eight months of the year, but those big blue skies make it worth it.
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Harriet Wheatley is the mastermind behind the Ladies of Virtue's quest to rehabilitate the gentlemen of the ton. So when it comes to selecting her own target, she knows who to choose: Oliver Weeks, Marquess of Davenport—the most extravagant wastrel in all of London.
Known for his opulent lifestyle, Oliver isn't surprised by Harriet's confrontation. It's obvious Harriet longs for any way to take him down a notch. She says she'll help him find a bride, but he knows it's only because it gives her the excuse to chastise his indulgent ways.
Oliver has good reason for his flagrant overspending, but Harriet will hear nothing of it. So he has no choice but to teach the lady a lesson, even if it means risking his heart to the hard-headed and fiery woman.
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Today we are celebrating the audiobook release of WHISPERED PRAYERS OF A GIRL by Alex Grayson. Buy links are below, along with the blurb for the title.Purchase from Audible Sign up for Alex's Newsletter to get news about her upcoming releases! WHISPERED PRAYERS OF A GIRL by Alex GraysonBook Blurb:A tortured soul meets a damaged family… A lonely man, a widowed woman, a carefree boy, and a broken girl… Can the four come together and help heal each other? Or will fear of the unknown and guilt about the past keep them apart? Her whispered prayers break her... At night, as she’s drifting off to sleep, I press my ear to the door and listen to her heart-wrenching pleas. Her words are agony to my healing heart, but I cherish the sound of them, for that’s the only time I ever hear my beautiful daughter speak. Since her father died two years ago, she’s grown quiet and withdrawn. Cat’s Valley was to be our new beginning, a place where my family and I can heal, but what we find there is so much more. Scars mar his body. Pain has left him in pieces… Four years ago, I lost the two things I cherished most in the world. They were ripped from my arms in the most painful and cruel way. Since then, I’ve kept to myself, preferring to stay away from the pitying looks and murmured rumors. Everything changed when she and her children barged into my life. It was an accident, and I don’t deserve them, but now that they’re here, I’m not sure I can let them go.Purchase from AudibleAdd the book to Goodreads-------------------------AUTHOR INFORMATION:Alex Grayson is the bestselling author of heart pounding, emotionally gripping contemporary romances including the Jaded Series, the Consumed Series, and three standalone novels. Her passion for books was reignited by a gift from her sister-in-law. After spending several years as a devoted reader and blogger, Alex decided to write and independently publish her first novel in 2014 (an endeavor that took a little longer than expected). The rest, as they say, is history.
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I LOVED this in both forms, but having this on Audible really brings this one to life. Whispered Prayers of a Girl took me on a journey like no other and totally stole my heart. This is a heart breaking journey of how loss can torture you and break you with all the what ifs in life that we all face sometimes in our lives. This book had me feeling every emotion possible from beginning to end. It's not only heartbreaking, but heartwarming. Yes, I guarantee that it will rip your heart out, but I also guarantee that it will slowly put it all back together. I have to admit that I usually try to stay away from the reads that hint to me that it may be one that will make me cry, but I could not resist a book by Alex Grayson. Alex Grayson always blows me away with her writing, but Whispered Prayers of a Girl blew me away like no other. Make sure you take a chance on this one, I promise you that you will not regret that you did. Happy Reading and Listening Everyone!!!
Caden Raferty messed up—big time. He's turned his back on his family and friends, but most of all his mate, Danielle Blueriver. Danielle is done with love and done with Caden. After two near death experiences, she's regressed into herself, not wanting to be seen or heard. Her life is crumbling down around her and the only thing giving her the will to live are her boys, Aiden and Nicolas. But, an old foe isn't done with either of them, and once again, they are thrust together in a situation neither can get out of. Can Danielle and Caden find their path to happiness this time, or will the sins of their past destroy their future?
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“None of that now,” she whispered. “It’s okay, my sweet boy. Mommy’s sorry.” “Sounds like he could use some food in his belly.” Mrs. Martin appeared behind the counter while Aiden toddled over to her with his box of cookies in his hands. “This should help you out for a couple of weeks. Remember, if you need anything, the pack is here for you. We’re all here for you.” “Thank you.” Danielle grabbed for the cold bag and Mrs. Martin stayed her hand. “Is something wrong?” “You can’t keep sliding into the shadows. You’re not a whisper on the wind. You’re not even a willow. You’re a reed. Hollow. You go through the day pasting a smile on your face. Laugh when appropriate. Saying thank you. Please. You’re welcome.” Mrs. Martin leaned toward her. “I see your pain. I feel it. It’s electric. A current in the water so strong it takes a person’s breath away. You’re not fooling anyone.” “Uh...” Danielle didn’t know what to say. “Thanks.” She smiled at Aiden. “Tell Mrs. Martin thank you.” Aiden gave her a toothy grin. “Tank ‘ous.” “You’re very welcome, my boy.” Mrs. Martin waved at him. “Danielle, remember what I said.” Danielle gave a curt nod. “See you in a couple of weeks.” She couldn’t get out of there quick enough. The air surrounding her became oppressive as Nicolas began to cry harder. She realized it was because the black mass of negative emotions seeped through the wall like an oily sludge. The quicker she tried to re-enforce the construct, the more holes appeared. She needed to get home. She couldn’t fall apart out in public. She couldn’t let anyone see how much Caden’s betrayal hurt her. “Mama?” Aiden blinked at her as she lifted him into his car seat. “Ou ‘kay?” She swallowed hard and took a second, afraid he’d hear grief in her voice. “I’m fine, big boy. How about a cookie and some milk when we get home?” He nodded emphatically. “Yes, Mama. Nic too. Hungee.” “Yes, he is. Silly Mama. Forgot his bottle.” She made a show of frowning at him then rolling her eyes. Each practiced movement meant to keep Aiden from seeing the frayed ends of her emotional state. “Looks like you could use a hand.” Caden. Icy fingers of dread slid down her spine. At one time, the sound of his voice brought her so much pleasure. Just a whisper of it filled her with anticipation. Those nights she spent curled in his embrace talking about their future and the idea of falling in love with him had been so effortless. She’d instantly felt the connection to him the day they arrived in Window Rock. The cocky smirk on his face. The way his blue eyes twinkled with a hint of sensual heat and the feel of his hand curling around hers when he said, “Pleasure...” It was like he said, “I’ve spent my whole life waiting for this moment. Welcome home.” “No, I’ve got it.” Danielle took the opportunity to push a strand of her hair behind her ear to cover the track of tears sliding down her left cheek. “No need to interrupt your day to help me.”
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Willa Doon has always been shy. Her quiet demeanor was something she’s always embraced. That is, until Jackson Page moves to town. The one man she desperately wants to take notice struggles to remember her name. Year after year, Willa stands by, watching as the bartender slash playboy drowns his demons in beer and sex. Then one night, he shows up at her door, suddenly aware that the girl he’s seen around Lark Cove is now a beautiful woman. Except what he doesn’t remember is that this visit isn’t his first. They spent a night together once before. A night he’s forgotten, thanks to a bottle of tequila. A night that crushed a timid girl’s heart, and set a broken man on the path to heal them both.
Amazon | iBooks | B&N | KoboI scooched my chair in toward the table, trying to put a little more space between Jackson and me, but he wasn’t having it. He put both hands on the back of my chair, then leaned in close. “Hi, Willa.” “Uh . . . hi.” I shivered at the heat from his chest on my bare shoulders. Why was he standing so close? My parents were right there. Our table was one of four tall, square ones in the center of the room and there was plenty of space between tables. Plenty. P-L-E-N-T-Y. But was Jackson using any of that plentiful space? No sirree. He stayed pressed against the back of my chair, like there were only three inches of usable space behind him, not three feet. My skin prickled he was so close. I tried to nudge my chair forward again but it barely moved. Sweat beaded on my temples and I pulled in a shaking breath. Jackson’s woodsy, rich scent was everywhere. It overpowered the stale beer, pizza and peanuts, and I inhaled a deep breath, unable to resist. Sexy Hot Forest. That’s what they’d call his cologne. Devney is the USA Today bestselling author of the Jamison Valley series. She lives in Montana with her husband and two children. After working in the technology industry for nearly a decade, she abandoned conference calls and project schedules to enjoy a slower pace at home with her kids. She loves reading and, after consuming hundreds of books, decided to share her own stories. Devney loves hearing from readers! Connect with her on social media. Website | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Newsletter
Michelle's Review
Timid by Devney Perry
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Wowza! I absolutely loved Timid. Jackson and Willa are wonderful characters. She’s quirky and cute, while he’s the handsome single bartender that every single girl wants. She’s had a crush on him for years and unfortunately he’s never noticed her. Until one drunken night and then he can’t seem to get her off his mind. The chemistry is off the charts and these two have a great story. I’m really loving this series and hoping for more. You’ll definitely want to check this beauty out. View all my reviews
We fell in love. Then our world fell apart. I wished so hard for Cole Danforth. And one day, he came true. He was my first boyfriend, my first lover, my first and only love. He should also have been my last. But in a split-second, we were ripped apart, our lives broken, my heart shattered. After ten years, I've returned to my hometown, the place of my greatest joy and darkest pain. Cole is still here, but the beautiful boy I'd loved is gone. Now he's a ruthless, unforgiving man determined to feed both my resentment and my lust. Then our torturous past encroaches again, trapping us in a violent storm. But this time, there is no escape.
Amazon | iBooks | Nook | Google | Kobo“Sir?” The security guard phones in from downstairs. “There’s a woman here insisting she needs to speak with you.” “Name?” “Josephine Mays.” “Let her in.” I turn off the intercom and unlock my office door. A few minutes pass before the door flies open. Josie barges in, her hands fisted and an angry light in her eyes. “You are an asshole,” she snaps. “I’ve been told.” “How dare you pull that kind of stunt?” “It’s the truth.” “And we both know damned well you brought it up only because I’m involved.” She tosses her backpack and art portfolio onto a chair. She’s trembling with anger. “I don’t care what you think about me, but bringing the people of this town into our personal shit is low, even for you.” My shoulders tense. “Even for me? What do you know about me?” “Nothing anymore.” She slams her hands to her hips, her features twisting. “But I used to know everything about you. Do you remember that? Then you walked out on me right when I needed you the most, proving you were never the man I thought you were. Now I find out that you run this company like a dictator, you’re crushing independent businesses and putting people out of work, and you’re publicly trying to stop me from creating a mural that’s intended for both this town and my parents. What the hell happened to you?” “You happened to me.” The words fly out of my mouth before I can stop them. The pencil I’m holding breaks in two with the force of my grip. Josie steps back, her eyes widening. Her dark hair is windblown, her cheeks flushed, her chest heaving under her old army jacket. I’d once had the right to comb her hair back from her forehead, slide my palm over her neck before edging my fingers into her V-necked T-shirt... Anger crushes my chest. I shove away from my desk and stride toward her. Fear flashes in her green eyes, which pisses me off even more. When the fuck was she ever afraid of me? I grab the lapels of her jacket, yanking her closer. Our lower bodies collide. She gasps, a little catching noise in the back of her throat that used to get me hot in a second. It still does. My blood starts to boil. She tilts her head back, her eyes flashing. I lower my head to look at her, fighting to ignore her scent—goddamned summer leaves and cherry candy. “I once would have done anything for you.” The words grate roughly from my throat. “And then I failed you in the worst possible way. I failed you, I failed Teddy, and I failed your parents.” She stares at me, her eyes widening. “Cole, I—” “When you left, I hoped with everything I was that you’d have a chance at a normal life.” I pull her closer, anger warring with the undeniable flare of lust. “That you could be happy again if you weren’t constantly surrounded by reminders of everything you lost. Everything I took from you.” “Goddamn you, Cole Danforth.” Fire flames over her expression. She plants her hands on my chest and shoves herself away. “The only thing you took from me was you.”We fell in love. Then our world fell apart.I wished so hard for Cole Danforth. And one day, he came true. He was my first crush, my first lover, my first and only love. He should also have been my last. But in a split-second, we were ripped apart, our lives broken, my heart shattered. After ten years, I've returned to my hometown, the place of my greatest joy and darkest pain. Cole is still here, but the beautiful boy I'd loved is gone. Now he's a ruthless, unforgiving man determined to feed both my resentment and my lust. Then our torturous past encroaches again, trapping us in a violent storm.But this time, there is no escape.ADD TO GOODREADS Amazon | iBooks | Nook | Google | Kobo New York Times & USA Today bestselling author Nina Lane writes hot, sexy romances about professors, bad boys, candy makers, and protective alpha males who find themselves consumed with love for one woman alone. Originally from California, Nina holds a PhD in Art History and an MA in Library and Information Studies, which means she loves both research and organization. She also enjoys traveling and thinks St. Petersburg, Russia is a city everyone should visit at least once. Although Nina would go back to college for another degree because she's that much of a bookworm and a perpetual student, she now lives the happy life of a full-time writer. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Newsletter
Michelle's Review
If We Fall by Nina Lane
My rating: 5 of 5 stars I’m totally in love with this. The first chapter I’m crying like a baby and even ended it with tears in my eyes. It’s haunting, heartbreaking and simply beautiful. Cole and Josie are wonderful characters who have loved each other forever. After a terrible accident they are torn apart. Both spending their lives trying to move on. One changes into something they never were and the other is haunted and scared. My heart is breaking for these two and I can’t wait to get the next book in this diet to see where they go. If time will heal and if their love will overcome. This is a great start to this duet, I highly recommend it. View all my reviews |
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