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Title: Unrequited
Series: Fallen Aces MC #1
Author: Max Henry
Genre: MC Romance
Release: February 16, 2016
She was, still is, and will never be anything but my everything. Our love was all consuming, passionate, and forbidden. We took risks to be together, carrying on an affair for months before her psychotic drug lord husband found the truth behind the lies. She barely escaped with her life … and that of my son. My club president told me that our love was no longer worth the risk, gave me a choice, and loyalty to the club being what it is, I walked away from her. I left behind the only thing I’ve ever wanted more than life itself and remained the dutiful soldier to a corrupt leader. Six years and a promotion to club president later, it’s time the lies stopped. She IS worth the risk, I’ve NEVER gone a day without thinking about her OR my son, and I know underneath it all she DOES still love me. She just won’t admit it … yet.
Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centered around a group of ex-street kids who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. And her new series, the Fallen Aces MC, is a spin-off from this dark and dangerous world. Her writing has been described as 'gripping', and 'addictive', taking you on an 'emotional roller coaster ride'. Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn't change a thing. When she's not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.
Only 99c for a limited time My name is Quinn Blackwood: By day, I'm a billionaire CEO. Rich. Entitled.By night, I'm the exclusive porn star only known as Q.Why? Because I love women. If I believed in an almighty being, I'd thank him for creating them. They're by far his most perfect creation… especially when I'm fucking one of them. Oh, did I mention I'm an asshole? Fuck yeah. According to my shrink, I'm one twisted motherfucker. And that's just the way I like it. Until she walks into my life… My name is Elyse Gilbert, nicknamed ‘Lucky' because according to my dad, I'm the unluckiest person alive, and I'll die the same way I came into the world: naked, screaming, and dirt poor. Yeah, my life is a twisted, seething mess. But that life changed the day I met HIM.He made me forget the cameras.He made me forget I was doing this for the money.He made me forget my shame.He made me forget everything. I was consumed by him. Only him. But now my past has caught up with me. I turn to the last screen. Her eyes are downcast. Her lashes are long enough to make me wonder if I have another fake on my hands. I sigh, then take in the rest of her face. No makeup, or barely any if she made the effort. Her lips are plump, lightly glossed. I use the controls on the remote to zoom in. There’s a tiny mole on the left side of her face, right above her upper lip. Not fake. I zoom out, examine the rest of her that I can see. Her grey T-shirt is worn to the point of threadbare, and her collarbones are a little too pronounced. Malnourishment wouldn’t be a crowd-pleaser, but that problem can be easily taken care of. Beneath the T-shirt, her chest rises and falls in steady breathing, although the pulse hammering at her throat gives her away. I zoom in on the pulse. The skin overlaying it is smooth, almost silky, with the faintest wisps of caramel blonde hair feathering it. Something about her draws me forward to the edge of my seat. I like her pretended composure. Most people fidget under the glare of a camera. My gaze flicks to her skeleton bio. “Lucky.” Slowly, she raises her head. Her eyelids flick up. Her eyes are a cross between green and hazel with a natural dark rim that pronounces its vividness. I can’t pinpoint it exactly, but something about that look in her eye sparks my interest. Hell, if I had a heart, I’d swear it just missed a beat. “Is that your real name?” She shrugs. “It might as well be,” she murmurs. Fuck, I have another liar on my hands. “Cryptic may be sexy if you’re auditioning to be the next Bond Girl. It’s not going to work here. Tell me your real name. Or leave.” “No.” Her voice is a sexy husk, enough to distract me for a second before her answer sinks in. “No?” “With respect, you’re tucked away behind a camera issuing orders. I get that you hold the cards in this little shindig. But I’m not going to show you all of mine right from the start. My name, for the purposes of this interview, is Lucky. It may not officially be on my birth certificate, but I’ve responded to it since I was fifteen years old. That’s all you need to know.” Well…fuck. I note with detached surprise that I’m almost within a whisker of cracking a smile. I rub my gloved finger over my mouth, torn between letting her get away with mouthing off to me this way, and sending her packing. Sure, she intrigues me. And whatever relevant truth I need would be dug out before she signs on the dotted line, should it come to that. But for this to work, she needs to obey my commands, no questions asked. “Stand up. Move away from the camera until you reach the wall.” She rises without question, restoring a little goodwill in her favor. Moving the chair out of her way, she backs up slowly. The hem of her loose T-shirt rests on top of faded jeans. Even before she’s fully exposed to the camera, I catch my first glimpse of the hourglass figure wrapped in the petite frame. She’s a fifties pinup girl dressed in cheap clothes. Her breasts are full but not quite double Ds, her thighs and calves shapely enough to stop traffic, with a naturally golden skin tone denoting a possible mid-west upbringing. She’s knock-out potential—subject to several nourishing meals. But I’ve seen enough and done enough in this twisted life of mine to know her body isn’t what would draw attention. It’s the look in her eyes. The secrets and shadows she is trying hard to batten down. They’re almost eating her alive. I don’t really give a shit what those secrets are. But the chance to fuck them…to fuck with them, expose them to my cameras, sparks a sinister flame inside me. “Turn around, let your hair down.” Her fingers twitch at her sides for a second before she faces the wall. One hand reaches up and pulls the band securing the loose knot on top of her head. Caramel and gold tresses cascade down her back. Thick enough to swallow my hands, her wavy hair reaches past her waist, the tapered ends brushing the top of her perfectly rounded ass. I watch her for a few minutes, then speak into the mic distorting my voice. “Do you have any distinguishing birth marks I should know about, Lucky?” The question sinks in. Her back goes rigid for a second before she forces herself to relax. “Yes.” “Where?” “At the top of my thigh,” she responds. “Show me,” I reply, although I don’t really need to see it. My carefully selected stylists can disguise any unseemly marks. Slowly, she turns around. I expect her gaze to drop or a touch of embarrassment to show, but she stares straight into the camera as her fingers tackle the buttons of her jeans. The zipper comes down and she shimmies the denim over her hips. Her white cotton panties are plain and the last word in unsexy. All the same, my eyes are drawn to the snug material framing her pussy lips. I also see the hint of bush pressed behind the cotton. I shift in my seat, but don’t reach for the hardness springing to life behind my fly. Hand jobs are a waste of my time. I either fuck or I don’t. It’s that simple. She lowers the jeans to knee-level and twists her right leg outward. The round red disk just on the inside of her thigh is distinctive enough to need covering up. I make a mental note. “Thank you, Lucky. You may put your clothes back on.” A hint of surprise crosses her face, but she quickly adjusts her clothing. When she’s done, her hands return to her sides. “It’s time for your screen test. Sweep your hair to one side and come closer. Place your hands flat on the desk, bend forward, but don’t sit down.” She follows my instructions to the letter. I adjust the camera so it’s angled up to capture her face. “Are you ready?” She gives a small nod. “You’ve just walked into a bar. You don’t know me. But you see me, the guy in the corner, nursing a bourbon. And I see you. All of you. Every fantasy you’ve ever had. I want to give it to you. You’ve found me, Lucky, the guy who wants to fuck you more than he wants his next breath. Do you see me?” Her nostrils quiver slightly. “Yes.” “Good. Look into the camera. Don’t blink. Show me what I want to see. Convince me that you’re worth fucking. Convince me you’re worth dying for.” Her lids lower, her face contemplative, but she doesn’t blink or lose focus. Slowly, her expression drifts from disinterested to captivated. Her lids lift and she’s a green-eyed siren. Her attention is rapt, unwavering. Her bruised-rose lips part, but she doesn’t swirl her tongue over her lips as I expect. She just…breathes. In. Out. She swallows, a slow movement that draws attention to her neck, then lower to her breasts. Mesmerized against my will, I watch her nipples harden against the thin material of her top. Her fingers gradually curl into the hard wood and every inhalation and exhalation becomes a silent demand. In…fuck…out…me… In. Fuck. Out. Me. I remain still, even though my fingers itch to twitch and my muscles burn with a restlessness I haven’t felt in a long time. I watch her command the camera, her body rigid with lustful tension. Her eyes widen with the need to blink, but she doesn’t. She stays still, hands curl into fists and she just breathes sex. Her eyes water and a tear slips down one cheek. The sight of it is curiously cathartic, a tiny climax. I subside into my seat. “That was convincing enough. You may sit down, Lucky.” She blinks rapidly before she sinks into the chair. A quick swipe and the tear never existed. Neither does the promise of the fuck of a lifetime that was on her face a moment ago. Her acting skills are remarkable. For a second, I’m not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. I don’t want her to be too polished. I dismiss the notion and glance down at her notes. “You list your address as a motel?” The address in Queens is unfamiliar to me, but the motel chain is notorious for being exceptionally bad. I hide my distaste and wait for her answer. “I arrived in town recently. I don’t have a permanent address yet.” The secrets in her eyes, the threadbare clothes, the unkempt hair and unshaven pussy begin to tell their own story. She may be brave enough to sass me when she risks losing a job that promises a once in a lifetime payday, but she’s also desperate. How desperate is the question. “Are you currently working?” She nods. “I work on and off for a catering service. But it’s nothing I can’t work around, if needed.” “So you’ll be free to do this if I want you?” The desperation escalates, then a hint of anger flashes through her eyes. “If? You mean I did all of this for nothing?” I give a low laugh at her gumption. “You didn’t seriously think you’d waltz your way into a million dollars on a simple three-minute screen test, did you?” The anger flees from her eyes, although her mouth tightens for a moment before she speaks. “So it’s true? It’s not a con? This job really pays a million dollars? For…sex?” she rasps. “You think I’d admit it if it was a con?” Her delicate jaw flexes for a second. “I guess not. So…assuming it’s not a con, how will this work, then?” “If you pass the next few tests, and I decide you’re a good fit, you get the gig. You’ll receive one hundred thousand dollars with each performance.” “So…ten performances…over how long a period?” “Depending on how many takes are needed, anywhere between three weeks and a month. But I should warn you, it’s hard work, Lucky. If you think you’re just going to lie back and recite the Star Spangled Banner in your head, think again.” Her fingers drum on the table, the first sign of nerves she’s exhibited. “I…I won’t be doing anything…skanky, will I?” “Define skanky.” “This is going to be straight up sex. No other…bodily stuff? Because that would a firm no for me.” My mouth attempts another twitch. “No water works, waste matter or bestiality will be involved in the performances.” Her fingers stop drumming. “Okay.” She waits a beat, stares straight into the camera. “So when will I know?” I hear the barely disguised urgency and I rub my finger over my lip again. “Soon. I’ll be in touch within the week.” I’m not sure exactly why I want to toy with her. But I sense that having her on edge would add another layer of excitement I badly need. When she opens her mouth, I interrupt. “Goodbye, Lucky.” A passing thought about the origin of her name is crushed into oblivion. I press the remote to summon the bodyguard to escort her out, and I leave the room. In my study a few minutes later, I bring up the screen on my desk and activate the encrypted service I need. I open the application and within minutes, the members of my exclusive gentlemen’s club are logging in. My email is short and succinct. The next Q Production is scheduled for release on 20 May 2015. Limited to ten members. Bidding starts in fifteen minutes. Zara Cox has been writing for almost twenty-five years but it wasn't until seven years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone but her close family (the over 18s anyway!). The Indigo Lounge Series is Zara's next step in her erotic romance writing journey and she'd love to hear your thoughts. Thank you for reading her stories! Author Links Facebook Twitter Web Goodreads Amazon Page Instagram
Everything is sexy at Knight Fashion Magazine. The Sexiest Man Alive is NOW ON SALE! ONLY $0.99 and FREE on Kindle Unlimited! Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1QrOytY Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/24i1QNH Blurb Everything is sexy at Knight Fashion Magazine. Nathan Cross is a struggling actor waiting tables at a local restaurant to make ends meet while he attends endless auditions. Though his hopeful career moves at a slow pace, Olivia is the strength and sunshine in his life… until she leaves him. One day, he is offered a contract with a modeling agent, leading him to work for Knight Fashion Magazine—a dream job he never imagined would become a reality. Olivia swore she would always put her career first and that’s precisely what she did when she left Nathan. Having a deadbeat dad and watching her mom work two jobs to make ends meet have been her driving force. When she is offered a modeling career, she drops everything—even the love of her life—and moves to New York. Though Nathan and Olivia try to steer clear of one another, working for the same fashion magazine causes their paths to cross again and old emotions are awakened. Can Nathan forgive Olivia or will he take the next step with the woman he is currently dating? Will Olivia do everything she can to break them apart? Or will she choose her career over her heart… again? About the Author M. Clarke aka Mary Ting resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children’s chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
Website: http://www.authormaryting.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/AuthorMaryTing Instagram: https://instagram.com/authormaryting/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7181038.M_Clarke Blog: http://www.marytingbooks.blogspot.com/ Twitter @MaryTing https://twitter.com/MaryTing Subscribe to Mary’s newsletter at: http://eepurl.com/YMyCn Laugh, cry and fall in love in the newest standalone within the Mathews Family Series. NOW ONLY $0.99 Amazon US: http://amzn.to/1SDGOkp Barnes & Noble: http://bit.ly/1N8hFSf Carrie Ann tugged the earbud free from her ear, tossing the handsome young man a small smile. “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. What did you say?” He crossed a lanky somewhat defined arm in front of her, casually gripping the handlebar of her bike. “I said, you must be exhausted—” Before she could reply he continued, “—from running through my mind all day.” Surely she must’ve heard him incorrectly. He was probably fifteen at most sporting a baby face and a patch of ten whiskers on his chin. Her brows tucked into a furrow. “Excuse me?” A dose of youthful overconfidence drifted over his mouth in a sharp grin. “I seem to have forgotten my number. Can I have yours?” “My phone number?” Carrie Ann scanned the near vicinity, row after row of workout equipment, for the practical jokester responsible for the madness. “Ha ha. Very funny. Who put you up to this?” Her amusement only encouraged the boy’s macho bravado. “No one put me up to anything. I need a date. I just got into LA and I’ve got this Red Carpet event—” “A date?” she scoffed at the ludicrous suggestion. Though she looked young for her age, Carrie Ann was still all of thirty-four years old. “Yeah, you know. A date. You, me, hundreds of fans screaming as we stroll down the Red Carpet.” His voice cracked emphasizing the words Red Carpet…for the second time. A self-absorbed twinkle gleamed in his brown eyes as if he expected her to melt and drop to her knees right there in the gym. “Kid, you’re barking up the wrong tree.” “I’m totally serious. My uncle has this movie premier and I can’t just bring anyone.” A chunk of blond hair fell on his forehead and he flipped his head to the side. My date needs to be…hot, and well, you’re the hottest girl I’ve seen since I got to LA.” She sneered at the absurdity. Silliness turned to annoyance. Carrie Ann switched gyms a few months back, paying out the nose to invest in her fitness and more importantly her privacy. Her last gym was more crowded than a cattle call casting session. Carrie Ann rolled her eyes. She moved around him, gathering her workout towel and reaching for her bag. “Look kid, you seem real sweet, but—“ “You’re right about one thing.” A familiar voice, deep and perfectly modulated, approached from behind. “She is the most beautiful woman you’ll ever lay eyes on. But, you’re reaching for the stars with this one, Drew. She’s a heartbreaker.” An ice cold tickle ascended up her spine raising the hair on the back of her neck. Her head snapped, glancing over her shoulder, colliding with a pair of rich amber eyes from her past. Without breaking eye contact, Ryan Summer strolled right into her personal space sporting athletic shorts, a fitted muscle shirt and a killer smile. Nowadays, most people knew the Hollywood heartthrob as Ryan. Just Ryan. No last name needed. But after nearly a decade of blockbuster hits and infamous relationships that skyrocketed his success into superstardom, to Carrie Ann, he was still just Summer. Her old college flame. “Funny, I could say the same about you,” she countered his jab, marshalling a bit of annoyance in her tone to combat the rush of heat spreading to her already pink cheeks. A sexy smile caught the curve of his wide firm mouth. “Hello, Red.” “Hello, Summer.” Carrie Ann tossed a trivial nod toward the teenager. “Who’s this? Your new apprentice?” “Apprentice?” Moving a step closer, he dragged his fingers through the short cropped layers of sandy blond hair. “This is Mark’s boy. Do you remember my nephew, Drew?” “Your brother’s boy?” she questioned in surprise. Avoiding the view of his bicep curling into the size of a softball, Carrie Ann ran a quick scan over the young man at his side. “Whoa, you had to be four or five years old the last time I saw you.” “I don’t remember meeting you.” Drew’s eyes flickered with bemusement and optimism. She extended her hand. “I’m Carrie Ann. I knew you when you were—“ “You’re Carrie Ann? The Carrie Ann?” The boy spun toward his uncle, his blue eyes broadened in disbelief. “The One?” Her stomach twisted hearing the title. A flash of perspiration instantaneously flooded her palms. Before she had time to renege on the clammy greeting, Drew clasped her hand, giving it a polite shake. A low rumble of laughter simmered in Summer’s chest and a rosy shade of red burnished high on the bridge of his nose. He nodded, “This is The Carrie Ann. The One who got away.” No matter how many years had passed, it never got any easier to see him. Each time she did, she suddenly found it harder to breath. The pounding of her heart quickened as her gaze slipped over his rugged well-defined features. A three day scruff accentuated the slight dimple at the bottom of his chin. The disheveled layers of hair were wet from exertion near his temple and nape. Time had been very good to him. She felt the warmth of his hand close around the back of her bare arm. The early morning stubble of his beard brushed against her cheek as he leaned closer pressing a small kiss near her temple. Carrie Ann squirmed at his nearness, ducking to the side attempting to put some space between them. “I’m…I’m all sweaty,” she insisted breathily. “It’s okay,” he murmured softly in her ear. The heat of his breath brought chill bumps to the damp skin near her neck. “I remember enjoying you all sweaty.” Ryan’s golden eyes locked onto hers, anchoring her feet to the floor. The penetration of his stare momentarily tied her tongue in a knot, turning the awkward moment even more difficult. Carrie Ann hadn’t bumped into Ryan in at least three years and she hadn’t seen him covered in sweat in ten. An image of him, gloriously naked, flashed in her mind and her thighs. Frustration mounted as her body willingly betrayed her. Carrie Ann’s jaw set rigid contemplating the idea of flipping off her hooha for its insubordination. “That was a long time ago,” she snipped abruptly. “Seems like only yesterday to me.” Series Reading Order
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Excerpt “Have you thought any more about my offer?” “Does it still stand?” I asked. “Of course it does. However, I have one condition.” I narrowed my eyes. “Which is?” “You have to show me that beautiful ass—just a peek.” I rolled my eyes but couldn’t wipe the smile off my face. “Nope.” “Then you at least have to cook for me all week.” “That I can do.” “Without wearing any bottoms…” I scrunched up a napkin and threw it at him. “Pervert.” He chuckled. “I never told you I wasn’t.” I pretended to be offended but it only made me feel warm inside. “So, when are you being kicked out?” “Monday.” “That gives me plenty of time to get rid of all the filth.” I pulled my hair out of the hair tie and let it fall to my shoulders. Hawke’s eyes immediately went to the strands and his expression changed. I fluffed the hair around my scalp with my fingers. 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It was from a girl named Brittany. I quickly looked away like I hadn’t read it. Hawke locked the screen so it turned black. He knew I saw it. I kept acting like I didn’t. I knew what he did in his spare time. It shouldn’t bother me but sometimes it did. It wouldn’t matter if he seemed happy, but it was clear he was miserable. It seemed like he was making himself suffer on purpose. But why? “I should head home,” Hawke said as he slid out of the booth. Or you should head to Brittany’s. “Me too. I have to start packing. Ugh, I’m not looking forward to that.” “I would offer to help, but I don’t want to.” He gave me a smile that told me he was joking. “I’ll see you later.” “Bye, Muffin.” I raised an eyebrow. “What did you just call me?” “What?” He turned back around. “You’re the muffin girl. So, I’ll call you Muffin.” “That’s the silliest nickname I’ve ever heard.” “And yet, it fits you perfectly.” About the Author: Bestselling author, E. L. Todd, was raised in sunny California where she still lives today, claiming it’s the best place in the country. Easily hypothermic and hateful of the cold, she prefers to be warm all year round. She attended California State University, Stanislaus and received her bachelor’s degree in biological sciences, but still pursued her dream to be a writer. She’s written several novels and many series’, and her imagination can’t seem to stop. She tries to find the good in people and she exploits that in her writing, proving that people can make mistakes and rise above their past. Her hobbies include sunbathing, swimming, eating at Surf Taco in San Diego, reading, and learning everything she can about hippopotamuses’, her favorite creature. Her greatest dream is to make people forget about the harshness of reality and dive into a good story with lovable people. When fans tell her they love her work, it gives her the greatest sense of accomplishment.
Social Media Links: Website: http://www.eltoddbooks.com/#!bio/c2414 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ELTodd42/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/E_L_TODD Today we are having a blitz event to celebrate the TWISTED Series by L.L. Collins being on sale! There will be a feature blog tour going on all this week, to help spread the word about this sale. Check out the excerpt, feature tour stops, and the buy links for each book below.Book Blurb:What if your soul is so intertwined with someone else's that it's impossible to imagine yourself without them?Blake McIntyre and Liane Kelly’s families have spent their vacations together on Sanibel Island their entire lives, and the two have always been the best of friends. But as they get ready to go to college, they admit that friendship isn’t enough for them anymore and spend a whirlwind two weeks daring to dream of their future together.But building sandcastles and lazy beach walks filled with moonlight kisses isn't the same as real life, and soon they are faced with a new reality. Can their hope of forever survive past their summer, or does fate have its own twisted plan?PURCHASE ON SALE FOR .99¢Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iBooks | Scribd | Inktera-------------------- Book Blurb:Life is a series of choices, and every one we make sends us down a different path…It is easy to look back at your life and see the mistakes you’ve made and wonder how it all could’ve been different. But when the path you thought would last forever comes to an end and you have to choose a new one, do you follow the route that looks the straightest and easiest? Or do you follow your heart and choose the one that might have more twists and turns but could lead you to the happiest tomorrows?Twisted Paths is not a standalone. This is meant to be read after book one in the Twisted series, Twisted Souls.PURCHASE ON SALE FOR .99¢Amazon | B&N | Kobo | iBooks | Scribd | InkteraTWISTED SOULS - EXCERPTPrologue 13 years ago 1984Liane watched Blake as he dug a hole in the sand next to her. She looked over her shoulder to make sure her mommy was still there. She was, talking to Blake’s mommy, known to Liane as Aunt Cathy, though she knew she wasn’t really her aunt. Her big sister was walking down the beach with a friend. Beth was nine and Liane loved her, though Beth didn’t like her little sister much. Digging her toes in the sand, she laughed at the feeling between her toes. Liane loved the beach, and it was so fun that they got to come see Blake and his family every summer here at Sanibel Island, Florida. It was far away from her house, and it was always warm here. Unlike her, Blake was the big brother. He had two little sisters, and his mommy had a baby boy in her tummy. Liane was jealous about that. She wanted to have a baby in her mommy’s tummy, but Mommy said no. She said Liane was her baby and it was going to stay that way. “LiLi,” Blake said, using his nickname for her. She knew that she’d known Blake her entire life, but she was only five years old. They were both starting kindergarten when summer was over, and she was scared. “Yeah?” Liane leaned over, looking into the deep hole that Blake had made on the beach. “What are you doing?” Blake sat back, his dark eyes looking at her. She loved his eyes; they reminded her of chocolate, her favorite candy. His blonde hair stuck out everywhere, and sand was all over his face, making Liane laugh. “What’s so funny, LiLi?” Blake crossed his little arms, a pout forming on his face. “Don’t laugh at me.” “I’m not,” Liane stopped, her tummy hurting at the thought of making Blake upset with her. “I’m sorry. You just have sand on your face, and you look like a snowman in the sand.” Blake laughed too, making Liane’s tummy feel better. He was her best friend. She had lots of friends at home in Kentucky, in her neighborhood and at her preschool, but none of them were like Blake. Even if he was a boy, which would make her best friend at home, Gretchen, wrinkle up her nose. She hated boys. “So maybe you need some sand on you, too, LiLi.” With that, he reached over and wiped some of the wet sand on her face, making her squeal. They stood up, running after each other into the water, their mother’s watching with amused smiles on their faces. “Wouldn’t it be great,” Liane’s mother, Margaret, said to her best friend Cathy, “if someday they got married.” Cathy laughed, her hand on her protruding stomach. “They’re five years old, Margaret. Let’s not rush things.” She watched her son and Margaret’s daughter splashing and hugging each other, wondering what the future held for all of them.Feature blog tour stops for this week.Monday, May 2With Love for Books - REVIEW STOP SBB Reviews - REVIEW STOP Maari Loves Her Indies - REVIEW STOP oh the book feels - Excerpt My Girlfriends Couch - Excerpt Tuesday, May 3Through the Booking Glass - REVIEW STOP Alphas Do It Better Book Blog - REVIEW STOP Southern Vixens Book Obsessions - Excerpt Barbara Book Blog - Excerpt Reading Writing and Book Reviews - Excerpt EskieMama Reads - Excerpt Ripe For Reader - Excerpt The Pleasure of Reading Today - Excerpt Wednesday, May 4Instagram @BOOKWORM_LJ - REVIEW STOP Romance Book Nerd - Excerpt Red's Midnight Readers - Excerpt For the Love of Books and Alcohol - Excerpt Book Boyfriend Blog - Excerpt Lost in sweet words - Excerpt Thursday, May 5Shannon's Book Blog - REVIEW STOP Whitney McGregor - REVIEW STOP Socially awkward book nerd - Excerpt Shirley's bookshelf - Excerpt The Literary Vixen - Excerpt Friday, May 6TDC Book Reviews - REVIEW STOP Bookaholics Not-So-Anonymous - REVIEW STOP Ramblings of a Bookworm - REVIEW STOP SnoopyDoo's Book reviews - Excerpt A Naughty Book Fling - Excerpt A Dream Within A Dream - Excerpt ---------------------AUTHOR INFORMATION:L.L. Collins loves spending her days in the Florida sun with her husband and two boys. LL has been writing since she was old enough to write. Always a story in her head, she finally decided to let the characters out made her lifelong dream of becoming an author come true in the self-publishing world. She's the author of the Living Again Series and the Twisted Series, plus standalones, Back to the Drawing Board, SENTENCED, and Snared: A Jaded Regret Novel. Visit LL on her website, www.llcollinsauthor.com and on all social media. Look for more of her emotionally charged novels soon!AUTHOR LINKS:Website | Facebook | Twitter | Wattpad | Amazon | Instagram | GoodreadsSign up for L.L. Collins' Newsletter |
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