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What happens when an unrepentant Cleat Chaser meets the player of her dreams?
Nikki Graves has a history of going through the baseball roster with an eye for talent--the kind of talent that keeps things spicy between the sheets. But, once she meets Braden Bradford, catcher for the Ravens, her talent scout days are done. He's the one.
Braden has never met a woman like Nikki, and he can't get enough of her smart mouth and big heart. But life isn't always as direct and certain as the connection between Braden and Nikki. When family objections and career trajectories begin to crowd the plate, will Braden be able to keep his catch of a lifetime?
Kasey frowned, but then her expression lightened. “Say, Nik, you never gave me all the details from the lez experience you had in college. This game is boring as fuck. Entertain me with it.”
“It wasn’t really an experience. I just kissed a girl a little bit when I was drunk.” I shrugged as the first Ravens batter, Ramirez, strode to the plate.
“Not bad.” Kasey crossed her long, tan legs at the knee.
The guy sitting next to her gave her an appreciative up and down look, but her head was turned towards me so she didn’t see it.
“How much tongue are we talking?”
I closed my eyes and tried to remember the fall of my sophomore year, but it was hazy at best. I had way too much fun in school. “I think there was tongue, and she definitely felt me up over my shirt. I can’t remember if she ever went under, but I doubt it.”
“Nice.” Kasey set her beer down. “I think I need a reenactment. You know, to test you. Make sure you’re not running a game on Braden, pretending to be straight.”
I rolled my eyes as Ramirez swung and missed, strike one. “Not a chance. Besides, everyone knows I’m a Penis Flytrap.”
“Come on, just a little kiss.” She leaned closer as Kyrie snickered on my other side.
“No way.” I shook my head. “Braden would kill me.”
“I think Braden would be all about it. Just a couple of girls. One, his girlfriend, the other, like a sister to him. No harm in the two of us being friendly. Right, Kyrie?”
“Don’t drag me into this. I’m an innocent bystander.” She grabbed some more popcorn as Kasey’s confident grin surfaced.
I tried to ignore the hot blond trying to get into my panties. The next pitch was high and outside. Ball.
“Just a little experiment. That’s all.” Kasey’s tone turned wheedling. “It won’t count.”
“How many girls have you tricked into opening their legs for you like this?” I stared at her, not even close to falling under her spell.
She frowned. “Tons. What gives with you?”
“I love Braden.”
“Me too.” She moved closer, her big, pretty eyes open wide like the wolf’s in Red Riding Hood. “So how about you give me a little tit action as a sign of our love for him.”
“A little help here?” I turned to her.
“Nope.” She shook her head, a giggle falling from her lips. “I don’t get between Kasey and her prey.”
“Come on.” Kasey wrapped a lock of my hair around her finger.
I tried to keep the amused smile off my lips. “I’m trying to watch the game.”
Ramirez finally made contact, hitting a line drive and trucking it to first base.
Kasey didn’t even look. She kept her gaze on me.
I sighed. “Oh my God. If I say yes, will you leave me alone?”
She squealed. “Yes, I promise.”
“Fine, you can have a tit grope.” I’d taken many a tit grope from Kyrie, so this was nothing special.
She reached for the hem of my tank top.
“Hey!” I smacked her hand away. “Over my shirt and for no more than five seconds.”
“That’s it?” she pouted.
I tossed my hair behind my shoulder. “It’s that or nothing, you goddamn sexual predator.”
She smiled and licked her lips before focusing on my chest. “Fine.”
“Get to it.” I leaned back and dropped my elbows to the armrest, giving her maximum chest exposure.
She rubbed her hands together like she was Mr. Miyagi readying to fix Daniel-San’s leg. The guy sitting on her other side couldn’t take his eyes off us. I wondered if he was going to cream in his jeans.
“Here we go.” She hovered her hands over my chest as Kyrie shook with laughter next to me. “Luscious Nikki tits in three, two, one.”
“Hey!” Braden’s voice cut through the air.
I looked up and Kasey and I were on the kiss cam for the entire stadium to see.
“Kase!” I leaned forward, but that only pressed her palms to my tits.
The crowd went silent, and Kasey took the opportunity to give me a good squeeze. I smacked her hands away as the crowd went from silent to roaring with approval. I hid my scarlet face in my hands.
“Goddammit Kasey!” Braden was at the net yelling. “I’m going to kick your ass!”
I peeked through my fingers as a grinning Easton strode up behind him. “Come on, man. They’re just dicking around.”
“Kasey is a woman-stealer. She’s the devil!” He pointed a finger through the netting at Kasey, who was doubled over with laughter.
“I’m sorry.” I shook my head, my hands still covering my face.
“It’s not your fault. It’s the blond Satan sitting next to you!” The corner of his mouth twitched. He was holding back a smile.
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METTLEby J.C. Valentine Spartan Riders, #2 Publication Date: July 26, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, MC Romance Synopsis: Talia McKinnon said goodbye to love the day she signed the divorce papers and moved across the country looking for a fresh start. With work occupying her days and nights, a relationship is the last thing on her mind, until a run-in with a hot-as-Hades, leather clad biker changes her mind. He’s everything she shouldn’t want but has to have. The problem is, he’s not that easy to catch. Tucker “Country” Abrams believes in two things: brotherhood and women. He takes his job seriously and his women hard, but at the end of the day, the only loyalty he has is to his club. So when a night with a beautiful stranger threatens to change everything, he’s quick to apply the brakes. But when a little detective work reveals that Talia may be much more than a one-night stand, Tucker is tasked with an impossible decision. Will he push her away, or go against every instinct he has and pull her closer?
EXCERPT: Playing With FireShoving aside the empty, Tucker ordered a coffee, black, then sat back and waiting for it to arrive. No sooner than he’d lifted his iPhone from his pocket, preparing to scroll through his Little Black Book of fine ass bunnies who were always DTF, the seat next to him became occupied. Tucker did not need to look up to notice the female sitting there. Nor did he need to look to see that she was watching him. He did, however, need to look up at the sound of that soft as velvet voice. “Shame, a man drinking alone on a Friday night.” Holy fucking hell. Her voice was pure phone sex operator. His dick swelled instantly, and Tucker shifted in his seat, his lips curling into a slow smile as he turned to face her head-on. “Nothin’ wrong with a man drinkin’ alone, sugar. Now, you on the other hand…” He made a show of eying every inch of her svelte frame. She was well-covered in a pair of tight black pants and black halter top laced with fringe, and even though he’d heard that black was supposed to give that slimming effect, he could tell the thickness of her thighs wasn’t just because she was short. The woman worked out. Mmmm. Thick, solid thighs. She was sitting, so he couldn’t tell for sure, but Tucker would bet his left nut that she had an ass to match. She gave him the same once-over, lingering on the bulge along his inner thigh. A bold one, she was. Her tawny eyes rose up and met his, the corner of her mouth and a single eyebrow lifted in amusement. Or perhaps that was appreciation… “Your date stand you up?” she asked, lifting her chin toward the phone he still held in his hand. Tucker looked down at the thing, surprised. Forgot he even had it out. A list of numbers identified by nicknames like Double Mint Twins and Freak Nasty stared back at him, and suddenly, the need for a quickie had lost its appeal. Putting the phone away, Tucker leaned forward, folding his arms on the bar, and stared into the woman’s amazing eyes. “Looks that way. Broke my heart.” He pouted a bit, pure show, and she knew it. “Bitch.” A smirk played on her perfectly formed rose-petal lips. She leaned a little. “Just so you know, I’d never break your heart. Now, other things…” She left that one dangling, sparking Tucker’s intrigue. “Other things…” Lifting his hand, Tucker slid the pad of his thumb across his bottom lip, appraising her once more. “You know, I would not be opposed to see what kind of ‘things’ you have in mind.” She chuckled, a soft, delicate sound, just like everything else about her. “I don’t know if you could handle the kind of things I’m thinking.” Tucker’s eyes narrowed and, deciding to match her boldness, he said, “I can handle whatever you want to throw at me, sugar. I should warn you, though. It’s you who might not be able to handle me…” With a start, he realized he hadn’t caught her name. Reading his expression and extending a delicate, fine-boned hand, she said, “Talia. And I assure you, it’s the other way around.” And wasn’t that exactly what he wanted to hear. Grasping her hand firmly, Tucker held onto it far longer than was necessary. “My friends call me Country, but you…” He rubbed his thumb across the soft skin on the back of her hand, then lifted it to his lips, kissing baby soft knuckles that smelled faintly of apple blossoms. “You can call me Tuck.” She grinned, not understanding the significance of him allowing her to call him by his real name. No woman had ever known him as anything but Country, but her…There was something about this one that made him want to lose the filter. Get a little closer. “Nice to meet you, Tuck.” “Exactly my thoughts, Talia.” Her eyes sparkled at his seductive purr, and Tucker did a mental fist pump. Hook. Line. Sinker.
HAVE YOU MET THE PREZ OF THE #SPARTANRIDERS MC? GET LOST IN #GRIT, BLAKE AND GABBY'S STORY NOW, #FREE WITH #KINDLEUNLIMITED!Synopsis: Gabby Morgan isn’t looking for love. Not even a little romance. Following a rocky past that she’d just as soon forget, she’s determined to focus on the future. One that most certainly doesn’t involve the tough-as-nails, short-on-words, hot-as-hell biker…or his kid. Blake Mahone may not be done with women, but he’s finished with relationships. Then Gabby Morgan enters the picture. She’s flawless, refined, and as his kid’s teacher, way out of his league. She acts like she hates him, but her eyes tell a different story. Before he knows it, Blake finds himself hot for teacher, and he’s more than ready to learn all her secrets. Now all he has to do is convince her to give him a shot…without getting them both killed in the process.
ABOUT J.C. VALENTINEJ.C. Valentine is the USA Today and International bestselling author of the Night Calls and Wayward Fighters Series and the Forbidden Series. Her vivid imagination and love of words and romance had her penning her own romance stories from an early age, which, despite being poorly edited and written longhand, she forced friends and family members to read. No, she isn’t sorry. J.C. earned her own happily ever after when she married her high school sweetheart. Living in the Northwest, they have three amazing children and far too many pets and spend much of their free time together enjoying movies or the outdoors. Among the many hats she wears, J.C. is an entrepreneur. Having graduated with honors, she holds a Bachelor’s in English and when she isn’t writing, you can find her editing for fellow authors. Sign up for J.C.’s newsletter and never miss a thing! http://bit.ly/1KxXWWB
Title: Rock Bottom
Author: Josephine Traynor
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: August 1, 2016
“Money. Fame. Success. I had it all. And now I have nothing. No band. No contract. I’m roughing it with the commoners, and I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing.”
Reece Ashton is used to living the dizzying heights of being a celebrity, until his only other band member leaves just as they were about to embark on a world tour. Sold out shows, groupies, and living the high life are long forgotten as he has to learn to fend for himself while living in suburbia. Hiding out in the tiny town of Portmouthe, England is as about as far away from the spotlight as possible. He doesn’t want to be there, but he’s got nothing but time on his hands now that he’s been left high and dry by his band mate. No job, limited money and no life skills - he’s completely out of his element. No one in town knows he’s there except one girl who keeps his secret. Falling in love was never part of his comeback plan.
Madelyn Arnett knows all too well what it’s like to be on the wrong end of the paparazzi. She’s quietly rebuilding her life in the sleepy town of Portmouthe away from the prying eyes of trash media when the most famous musician on earth ends up in her workplace. Worried that when the media comes hunting for him, they will find her and she’s worked too hard to let some spoiled little rock star take her life away from her. But this helpless rock star is in need of a friend. Turns out, she’s the only person on the planet to truly know the real Reece Ashton. Fighting to not fall in love, she knows their time is fleeting as the glare of the spotlight comes hunting for Reece.
Josephine Traynor is very good at keeping secrets - she’s been a closeted writer for years, but only got brave enough last year to show her writer friend a small chunk of what she’d written.She’s a mother of two small boys and only told her husband about her book when it was completed. God knows what he thought she was doing on the computer for all those hours! Josephine’s a lover of tea and has a thing for all things that smell like vanilla. She loves a good book that makes her laugh and has heaps of character growth. Her aim is to write books that inspire, cause sore stomach muscles and have memorable characters for all the right reasons. Josephine Traynor is not her real name. The pen name is derived from Josephine being her favourite girls name and Traynor is inspired by Will Traynor from Me Before You by Jojo Moyes. His message from that book was for everyone to be brave in this world and to make their mark. This was a huge lesson for her to get over her fear of publishing. She’s doing this for her, her dream is to be a published author, what’s your dream and go after it.
Title: Bad Teacher
Author: Clarissa Wild
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Booming Covers
Release Date: June 28, 2016
My name is Thomas and I’m always hard.
No really, that’s my last name. Thomas Hard, the pleasure is all mine … literally.
I can’t help it that my name suits me well.
You know what else suits me well? That girl sitting across the bar, with her lips right where I tell them to be. I want her, and when I want something, it’s gonna be mine.
One night. No names. No phone numbers. Just me, her, and pure pleasure.
Except, that one girl turns out to be the biggest mistake of my life.
Because I broke my cardinal rule …
Never bang a student.
*Author’s note: Don’t like reckless decisions & unbridled screwing? Don’t love girls that are obsessed with ice cream, rainbows, and unicorns? Don’t enjoy a bit of corny humor sprinkled on top? Then this book is not for you. And last but not least, if you hate cats with giant jewels … Don’t even bother.*
Unedited excerpt - Copyright 2016 Clarissa Wild
“I’m going to teach you my rules,” he whispers, and his tongue briefly darts out to lick my earlobe, sending waves of heat down my body.
Then he steps back, leaving the air thick with desire.
But before I can glance over my shoulder, his commanding voice takes over.
That’s all it takes for me to actually go through with it.
My body leans over on its own while my brain shouts at me. What am I doing? Why am I doing this?
“Lower. Face-down on the desk.”
I don’t know why, but I listen.
With my head and tits on the desk, I suck in a breath, awaiting the next move.
I’m insane. Lost my fucking mind.
His hand gently pets my back, gliding down until he’s on my ass … where he grasps me firmly, squeezing tight. I hiss, biting my lip. Memories of our night together resurface, my panties getting wet from just his touch.
“You tempt me too much, Hailey …” he murmurs with a deliciously low voice.
His hand reaches down my skirt and roughly shoves it up, pulling it over my back.
What the fuck.
What the fuck, what the fuck, what the fuck?
I shiver as his hand travels over my panties and across my ass, and my heart beat shoots through the roof. This is crazy. We’re in a room that can’t be locked. Anyone could come in at any time. Anyone could see us.
And still, I don’t stop him.
I don’t say no.
Neither do I want to.
But then his hand comes down on my ass.
“You make me do bad … bad things, Hailey.”
I slam my lips together to prevent any sound from spilling out.
His hand is rough and ruthless as it spanks my ass again and again.
One after the other until both my cheeks zing with red hot pain.
My body bucks against the table each time his hand strikes my ass. It hurts, but not enough to make me cry. Enough to make my legs shake with desire, though.
It’s sick. Completely twisted, and yet I still don’t want to tell him to stop.
Maybe I just don’t want to give him the satisfaction of winning our argument. Or maybe I’m willing to take whatever he’s willing to give.
“You have such a nice ass …” he says softly, rubbing my painful ass with his flat hand. Every movement makes me twitch with excitement. “It should be cherished. Especially when red. Has anyone ever told you that before?”
I shake my head.
He fists my hair and pulls my head back enough for me to gasp. “Answer when I ask you a question.”
“No,” I say.
“It’s Sir for you, Hailey.” He grabs my ass again, this time even harder than before. “Say it again.”
I moan out loud when he smacks me again.
“Good girl.” I can almost hear the smile in his voice.
I expect him to spank me some more, but his fingers are so gentle on my skin that it makes me relax. My muscles unwinds from all the tension, but my pussy is thumping so hard I can feel it through my entire body.
When his hand disappears, I’m left struggling to breathe.
After a while, I look back over my shoulder.
He’s not even there anymore. He’s standing at another table, gathering pieces of paper and putting them on a stack.
Confused, I stand up again and pull my skirt back down. He doesn’t look at me, which surprises me, after what he just did.
I can’t even think about it straight.
What just happened here?
I step back slowly, trying not to make a sound. As I turn, my eyes search the room, hoping not to find anyone who has been sneaking a peek. Luckily, I don’t see anything but a door, to which I immediately start to walk. Right before I open the door, his voice booms once more through the room, reminding me who’s in charge. “I’ll see you Monday, Hailey. Don’t be late.”
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
Four years without a word. Will she welcome him home?
Title: HIS Return
Series: HIS #3 Stand-alone
Author: Sheila Kell
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: August 12th, 2016
Designer: CT Cover Creations
Photographer: Eric Battershell
Regrets are a bitch, and Jake Cavanaugh is haunted by the events of that fateful night when he woke to find Emily Hamilton in his bed and a furious foster brother banishing him. Panicked, Jake fled the only loving home he had ever known.
Returning four years later, Jake makes the journey to face Emily and is confronted with the danger she faces. As Emily reveals the impact of their night together, Jake grapples with his new status as a father and the peril surrounding them.
As the web of corruption is unraveled, Jake and Emilyâs passion reignites. But, danger lurks closer than they think, and Jake finds himself in the fight of his life. He will risk everything to make amends and keep Emily and his daughter safe.
Will it be enough to bring love back to her broken heart?
**HIS Return is the third book in the HIS Series. Each book can be read as a stand-alone, with no cliffhanger endings.
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Sheila Kell writes smokinâ hot romance and intrigue. She secretly laughs when her mother, in that stern voice, calls it ânasty.â Her new HIS series has seen an Amazon #1 Bestseller and a Readers Choice Finalist. As a self-proclaimed caffeine addict nestled in north Mississippi with three cats, she wears her pajamas most of the day and writes about the romantic men who leave womenâs hearts pounding with a happily-ever-after built on a memorable, adrenaline pumping story. When she isnât writing, she can be found visiting her family, dreaming of an editor who agrees her work is perfect, or watching cartoons.
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SNEAK PEEK - Unedited and rough
©2016 Anne Mercier
I head toward reception when a nurse pulls me off to the side.
"Jace Warner?" she inquires.
I nod hesitantly, "Yeah." God, I hope she's not gonna go all fangirl on me right now. I'm not in the mood. All I want is to find Sydney's room and see what the fuck is going on.
"I'm Sydney's nurse. She informed me you'd be coming and about what time. I'll escort you up—the back way," she tells me.
I thank her, more than grateful to not have to deal with the public.
"What's going on?" I ask.
She just shakes her head. "It's not my place to say. I'm just glad you came when you did. Time isn't Sydney's friend."
What did that mean? Shit. Dread settles into the pit of my stomach. This is going to be more than bad. This is going to be epically fucked up.
When we reach her room, it's dark. Only a few small slivers of light beam through where the curtains meet in the middle. One of those beams is resting over Sydney's feet.
I step into the room and see the tubes and wires, and swallow hard. My gaze goes back to those feet and my eyes follow the shape of the body lying in the bed until I meet the violet eyes of the girl I've loved with every cell in my body.
No. No. No. No!
There's one of those soft cloths tied around her head. Her face is pale, her cheekbones too prominent. Her lips chapped and cracked.
"Jace," she whispers as tears begin to stream down her cheeks.
"God, Sydney," I breathe and drop to my knees next to her bed, taking her frail hand into mine. "What's wrong, sweetheart? Whatever it is, we can fix it."
She smiles softly. "Not this time, sweet cheeks."
I shake my head in denial. "No. I won't to believe that. There's got to be something…"
"There's not," she tells me quietly. "I've been through every treatment there is and none of them worked."
"Cancer?" I ask.
She nods. "Breast. Just like my mom."
I close my eyes, resting my forehead on her hand, and I let the tears fall. "Why didn't you call me when you found out. We could have done more. Better doctors, whatever it took, no matter the cost," I ramble.
"Oh, darling, even if I'd have gotten to you in time, I'd have the same outcome. It was already stage IV when I found the lump. One month there were no lumps that I could feel and the next it was there. By the time I got in for my appointment with the doctor, some of my nodes under my arm were infected. It spread so fast, there was no stopping it," she tells me, her hand stroking my hair in comfort.
I look up at her, unashamed of my wet eyes and cheeks. "No. I can't…" I shake my head.
"You have to. I've held on for you, Jace Warner, because I need you," she breathes out heavily.
"What is it? Anything."
"You're going to be so angry with me," she announces, her lip wobbling as she cries.
"Never. What is it? Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. I'm here," I tell her.
She sighs and nods to the nurse who steps out of the room. What the fuck is going on right now? I feel as if I'm in some alternate dimension.
That feeling gets stronger when the nurse walks in with a little girl—a little girl that looks exactly like me. Wait. What?
I look to Sydney. "I'm sorry, Jace. I wanted you to live your dream—and you are now."
"Sydney, you were my dream."
"I didn't want to trap you. I saw how you panicked when I told you, and then how worried you were—trying to make impossible plans. I just couldn’t do that to you. I loved you too much," she confesses.
"You're right. I am angry. I'm angry you took that choice away from me. That was my choice. This is my daughter?" I calculate in my head. "She's six?" I ask, watching as the nurse brings the little girl with pigtails and those gym shoes that blink with each step closer.
Sydney nods. I see the motion out of the corner of my eye. I can't tear my gaze from—my daughter. God. I have a daughter. And she's beautiful. She's got my dark hair, Syd's violet eyes, and a button nose. Right now that nose is wrinkled up and her eyes are leery. Who can blame her? I would be too.
"Kadence, come here sweets," Sydney calls. The little girl goes over, clutching some sort of doll to her chest, the head of which covers half my baby girl's face. Jesus. I want to drop to my knees and weep.
I swallow hard. Who knew a little pixie could scare the bejeezus out of a person?
"Kay Kay, this is…"
"My daddy," she answers.
My face must show my surprise because she continues on with, "Mama shows me pictures of you all the time. She said I should be as proud of you as she is."
I look down, fighting the tears threatening again. I gotta be strong for my girls.
Fuck you, Cancer! You vile fucking bitch!
I look at Syd. "How long?"
"Not long now that you're here. I've been holding on for you, but Jace it's too much. I can't keep doing it. It hurts. I need you to care for Kay Kay. I don't want my dad anywhere near her. I left you a letter and instructions. Please, I know I can trust you," Sydney tells me.
"Why didn't you call my parents? They had my cell—"
She squeezes my hand. "I did. They hung up each time I called. I never made it past, 'Hello Mrs. Warner' before I heard the click. Same deal with your brother. I don't blame them one bit. I'd do the same. I heard what happened after I left. They had a right to want me to fuck off," she whispers.
"That's a naughty word, Mama," Kadence scolds.
"Yes, baby, it is, but just this once it's okay for mama to use it," Sydney says.
Kadence nods. "Okay. But just this once."
Damn if she isn't the cutest thing I've ever seen.
Sydney gasps and the nurse walks over, checking machines and giving Syd a shot of what I'm hoping is pain medication.
"I only have a little time. Please listen, Jace," she begs.
"Kay Kay only has you. I only trust you with her. Please," she begs again.
"Baby, you don't even have to ask. I'd have been here through it all if you'd have let me," I tell her honestly, taking her frail hand in mine, lying next to her on the bed and pulling her emaciated body into mine. One thought keeps going through my mind and I want it more than anything. "Marry me, I blurt out.
She lifts her head, eyes wide. "What? Don't be stupid."
"I'm serious. I want us to be a family for whatever time we have left. I want it to end how it should have been all along. You're the only girl I've ever loved, Syd, and I know you love me. Let me do this. Marry me," I say, knowing in my heart it's exactly right.
"Yes," she whispers as she cries.
I brew coffee downstairs, being careful not to make too much noise. He hates it when I’m loud. He likes to wake up gradually. I trudge upstairs, my bare feet freezing on the threadbare carpet.
I bring the coffee and I set it beside him. I pull one curtain open, just the way he likes it. It’s been snowing again. It’s so beautiful out there. So empty.
“Good morning,” he says. I turn away from the snow, my retinas pulsing and blind in the center of my vision from the stark white burst of light outside.
Sometimes, if I can get on his good side when he first wakes up, he’ll be nice to me for the rest of the day. Lately that happens less and less, but I still try.
“Sleep well?” he asks, sipping his coffee. He hands it to me and I take a sip. I don’t like coffee the way he has it, but he insists on sharing with me, probably to ensure I don’t poison him. He’s a smart man. Thinks of everything.
I ache between my thighs. I’m reminded of the night before. Of the guy who crept into my bedroom and fucked me until I hurt.
“Like the dead,” I reply. I had to check and make sure he was in a deep sleep before I showered the evidence away last night. I couldn’t risk him waking up and hearing me.
He smiles lazily, his eyes still puffy from sleep. The smile that could dazzle the entire female population has a hard edge to it. “I can see the cogs turning in your brain, Cassandra. What are you daydreaming about?”
I sit on the edge of the bed. My legs are tired and my head hurts.
“I remembered what a sociopath is.”
“Oh, yeah?” He props himself up on one elbow, the coffee finished, the cup discarded somewhere on the dresser beside him. “Enlighten me.”
“Somebody who’s empty inside. Somebody who needs to take from everybody else to fill them up. Because they were born wrong. Because there’s nothing inside them.”
He smiles; his lazulite eyes crease up ever-so-slightly at the edges. I imagine how beautiful he would have looked as a young child; how his mother would have melted whenever he smiled up at her. Because his eyes deceive. They don’t look empty. They’re beautiful, full of the souls of everyone else he’s sucked dry and left in his quest to find that something, that perfect thing to fill him up.
I can see myself in his eyes. My soul. He’s taken it from me.
“Do you feel empty?” I whisper.
He rests a hand on my upper thigh, all trace of his smile gone as he matches his fingers to the bruises he left on me in the night, in the dark. “Not when I’m inside you.”
The man I’ve been fucking for the past year, or rather, the man who’s been fucking me — his eyes gleam in the harsh sunlight that casts a brightness over the bedroom, bathing it in some macabre stage lights that scream: Action! But this isn’t make-believe, and the curtains won’t fall at the end of our grotesque little act, and after we’re done here, I won’t be able to peel my mask off and toss it on the ground as I exit the stage.
I swallow thickly. I wish he’d get tired of me.
“I heard you in the shower last night,” he says, his fingers squeezing into my flesh. “After I left you, you thought you could just wash me off like nothing happened, huh?”
My cheeks burn as I try to twist away from him; He sits up in bed and reaches for my throat, crushing my windpipe as he pulls my face to his.
“You need to learn,” he says, “that I know everything about you, Cassie. I know what you think. I know where you are. I know where you’re going. I know more about you than you know about yourself, darlin’.
“Say sorry,” he says, loosening his grip.
“I’m sorry!” I wheeze, my throat burning as tears stream down from my eyes.
“Not like that. Show me how sorry you are. Apologize.”
He pulls the covers back and fists a hand in my long hair, wrenching me down into his lap.
I do what I’m told. I show him just how sorry I am. I’m not sorry for washing him off me last night, though. I’m sorry that he ever came to this godforsaken town and ruined our lives.
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In the middle of a fierce snowstorm in Gun Creek, Nevada, a teenage girl disappears without a trace.
The second girl in as many years.
Identical cases. Identical conditions. Only last time, the girl was found. Dead, floating face-down in the creek that feeds the town's water supply.
The killer was never found.
As the small town mobilises and searches for newly vanished Jennifer Thomas, one suspect comes to the fore. But did he do it? Or is there something else at play? Something nobody could have anticipated?
For Jennifer's classmate Cassie Carlino, the worst is yet to come. As she pins MISSING posters to store windows and joins the search, she begins to suspect that Jennifer's disappearance might be much closer to her than she could have ever imagined.
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Lili Saint Germain
Lili writes dark, disturbing romance. Her #1 bestselling Gypsy Brothers series was created in a serial format – quick, intense episodes released frequently with some wicked cliffhangers. The Gypsy Brothers series focuses on a morally bankrupt biker gang and the girl who seeks her vengeance upon them. The Cartel series is a prequel trilogy of full-length novels that explores the beginnings of the club, to be released in 2015 by HarperCollins.
Lili quit corporate life to focus on writing and so far is loving every minute of it. Her other loves in life include her gorgeous husband and beautiful daughter, good coffee, Tarantino movies and spending hours on Pinterest.
She loves to read almost as much as she loves to write.
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One word. Stay. It was all he had to do. Instead, he got on that bus and took my heart with him. That was seventeen years ago. I moved on. Marriage. Kids. White picket fence. Everything I ever wanted, but my husband betrayed me and I was left once again. Alone, penniless, and with two boys, I had no choice but to return to Tennessee. He wasn’t supposed to be there. I should’ve been safe. However, fate has a way of stepping in. This time around, the tables are turned. It’s my decision. Second chances do exist, but I don’t know if we can repair what’s already been broken . . . ** This is a STANDALONE ** ADD TO GOODREADS Newsletter | Website | Facebook | Instagram | Twitter | Goodreads | Pinterest | Amazon Author Page | Corinne Michaels Facebook Group
Series: Satan's Fury MC
Author: L. Wilder
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: Summer 2016
To get what you really want, sometimes you have to walk away.
Survival. It was the driving force that kept me going when our world as we knew it was ripped away from us in one horrific night. I didn’t know who brutally killed my parents or why, but when the vicious killers turned their focus onto my brother and sister, I did the only thing I knew to do: I ran.
I packed them up and left everything we knew and loved behind and headed for Memphis.
The club was my life. I’d do anything for my brothers. Hell, I’ve taken more than a couple of bullets for them and I’d do it again. But I needed to step away to clear my head. I pushed the throttle forward and headed down south with one goal in mind: to fulfill Cotton’s orders and establish the route for the club’s new pipeline.
Doing my job was my only focus until I saw her working in that diner down on Front Street. She had fire in her eyes and bite to her tongue -- and she was absolutely breathtaking. Full of class and spunk, the girl was out of my league. What was she doing working at a diner in Memphis, Tennessee? She was a mystery to me, and even though my gut told me she was hiding something, I felt a pull to her that I could not deny.
Leslie Wilder grew up in a small town in West Tennessee. A country girl at heart, she’s always thought that life is too short, but she had no idea how short it really was until her brother passed away in 2014. She’s always been an avid reader, loving the escape only a great book can give, and wondered if she had what it took to write one of the wild romances she’d come to adore. With the support of her family and friends, she published Inferno: A Devil Chaser’s MC, one year after her brother’s death. With him in mind, she fulfilled her lifetime dream of writing. Since then, she’s completed the Devil Chaser’s Series and continued on with the Satan’s Fury MC Series. She has so many stories in her head, and can’t wait to share each and every one. Leslie has been blown away by the support of her readers, appreciating every message, review, and encouraging word she’s received over the past year. She looks forward to continuing this journey with them for years to come.
We are very thrilled to bring to you the cover for THE DEBT by Karina Halle releasing on August 29. Her life changed in an instant. And he's the only one who could have prevented it. Jessica Charles shouldn't have even been in London when the unthinkable happened. She should have been back at home in Edinburgh, perhaps hanging with her boyfriend, preparing the baby shower for her sister, or teaching her yoga classes. She should have been going on in her normal, dependable life as always. But on that fateful day in August, when a mentally-ill ex-soldier opened fire in public, Jessica's world changed forever. Now single and crippled from the gunshot wounds, Jessica finds herself scared and alone, losing faith in herself and humanity with each agonizing moment that passes. That is until a stranger enters her life. A stranger who makes her live again. Keir McGregor has always been the strong, silent type. Throw in tall, dark, and handsome and you've got pretty much the perfect Scotsman. Except Keir is anything but perfect. He's got a past he's running away from and a guilty conscience he can't seem to shed. But the more time he spends with Jessica, the more he falls in love with her. And the more his secret threatens to tear them apart. He may have been a stranger to her. But she’s never been a stranger to him. ADD TO GOODREADS Karina Halle is a former travel writer and music journalist and The New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today Bestselling author of The Pact, Racing the Sun, Sins & Needles and over 25 other wild and romantic reads. She lives on an island off the coast of British Columbia with her husband and her rescue pup, where she drinks a lot of wine, hikes a lot of trails and devours a lot of books. Halle is represented by the Waxman Leavell Agency and is both self-published and published by Simon & Schuster and Hachette in North America and in the UK. Hit her up on Instagram at @authorHalle, on Twitter at @MetalBlonde and on Facebook. You can also visit www.authorkarinahalle.com and sign up for the newsletter for news, excerpts, previews, private book signing sales and more. FACEBOOK TWITTER GOODREADS AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE