Natalie Brentwood is determined to escape a life of betrayal and abuse. Vowing to live the life she knows she deserves, despite the one she’s endured.
Cy Davis is no stranger to lies and deceit. He’s harbored a ten-year grudge that could quite possibly ruin his chances with a woman who blindly captured his heart.
But when two people are brought together by fate, can they be the light the other needs? Or will a secret and past insecurity be a test of their love and faith.
A story of love and hate and the depths one will go to bury heartbreak than runs deep.
“Blue,”―he paused to suck my nipple―“I need inside. I can’t take it. I need to be in you, baby.”
“Yes,” I spilled out in desperation.
Laying me right there on the couch, he lavished kisses on my neck, and the tip of his cock tickled my entrance. “Condom,” I managed to pant out through the lust his assault was creating.
I wasn’t ready to go there yet. I was not ready for the possibilities or repercussions of unprotected sex. I was on birth control, but that didn’t matter to me. No matter how careful or cautious a woman was about taking the pill or getting the shot, babies could still happen.
Cy exhaled a hot breath, leaning his forehead to mine. “Got it. I wonder what exactly it is about you that makes me forget my own goddam name.”
“Cy, my pussy is beating, and it’s begging for your cock. Go get the damn condom and fuck me into tomorrow already. Please,” I added as an afterthought. If he didn’t hurry, I would go searching for a vibrator if I had to. Never in my life had I been so sex starved.
He swooped down for a chaste kiss before running off to his room. “Don’t go anywhere,” he threw over his shoulder.
“Why would I go anywhere when you haven’t given me my damn orgasm yet?”
He laughed, shaking his head as he disappeared through his bedroom doorway.
Forty seconds later, he came back into view with a condom in place and string of them hanging from his hand. I couldn’t help but let my giggle escape.
Then he was over me, caging me between his arms and the couch with his cock right where I needed him. I dropped my knees to the sides, spread them as wide as I could and pulled his hips toward me.
“Aren’t we a greedy girl tonight?” He chuckled. “But shit if I don’t think it is the hottest damn thing.”
Cy slammed into me hard and I screamed out, arching into him and pulling him impossibly closer. He set a gentle pace, which made my toes curl and a light sweat break out over my skin.
Murmurs of pleasure fell from my lips before I could stop them. My hips surged to meet his, silently asking him for harder, deeper. He obliged, and my screams escalated with each thrust. Stars and white lights, again. Damn, this man was good.
Nicole was born and raised and currently resides in Hawaii with her husband and two teenage children.
At an adolescent age she took a strong liking to reading and even had a pipe dream of writing her own book. Life and growing up had put reading on the far end back burner, but her dream recently came true with her debut novel The Beauty of Grace, book one in the She’s Beautiful Series.
A hopeless romantic, she has a love for romance novels which she credits her late mother passing on to her and now an even stronger love to write her own stories.
“This book is really good. It’s hard to believe it’s her debut novel.” ~ ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️⭐️ 1/2 Star Amazon Review
“It was a book you just didn’t want to put down till the end though and that too means a book has all the things you want!!!! Super glad I got this book and will be recommending it.” ~ ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Star Amazon Review
“I loved this book. It was a beautiful story about love and life and finding yourself…..I can’t wait to read more from this author and look forward to what she has in store for us next.” ~ ⭐️ ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ Star Amazon Review
Once Upon a Time… That’s how these stories tend to start. But this isn’t one of those stories…
Enna and Ford are childhood sweethearts. They’ve been together for as long as anyone can remember. Two halves of a whole. Then one day Ford leaves in the middle of the night, burning down his childhood home so Enna has no way tracking him. Or so he thinks.
But Enna is stubborn and determined to prove to her boyfriend that being a werewolf isn’t enough to make her stop loving him. She’ll be with him no matter the consequences. So she follows his pack for two years, through hell and high water. When she finally manages to catch up to them Ford isn’t the same man she remembers. He turns her away, fighting his own desires for her protection.
When she retreats to a nearby city for the night to regroup and come up with a new plan she is attacked by another member of Ford’s pack. He leaves her for dead, expecting that his bite will kill her. Except it doesn’t.
Enna has now been cursed with a half-life. Not quite human and not quite wolf.
The only way to save her is to take her to the Female Alpha. Only she has the power to save Enna’s life. Only she can give Ford and Enna the happily ever after they want.
Runaway with this retelling of the classic fairy tale The Little Mermaid the latest fairy tale romance from author Kyleigh Castronaro
I received this book from the author for an honest review.
OHHH Shifters!! OHHH Magic!! OHHH HEA for long time lovers!! YES Please.
I will say this is the 4th book in the series but I BELIEVE they are standalone books so I didn’t feel I missed out on anything. There is a BRIEF explanation of “The World” but nothing that I couldn’t understand. It was simplified for followers of the series and for newbies like me.
Ok so this book is about Ford and Enna. They have been in love for EVER but Ford is acting super sketchy. Enna follows him to catch him cheating to discover he is a werewolf annnd not a cheat. She is actually relieved and more then ok with this new furry status. Ford listens to his pack leader/Big brother and pushes his love away.
Enna is not going to be forgotten. She refuses to let Ford go. She after 2 years she has tracked him down only to be pushed away by Ford AGAIN and then attacked by a member of his pack. The pack member gives her the “bite of death” essentially which makes Ford cuts packs ties to save his woman….his MATE!!
The story FLIES and is so action packed. I mean I stared the book and then WOW I am at 47%. How did that happen?? Ford and Enna have to take a different approach to save Enna from this extra deadly bite. Enna had to make a blood sacrifice to live but that blood sacrifice is not one that she feels she can do!!
I love shifter books and I loved the storyline of Ebony and I hope that when I read future stories she will be in them as well as the new pack that Enna and Ford meet.
FANGIRL TURNED WRITER. SLYTHERIN SHADOWHUNTER FROM DISTRICT FOUR.
I’m fairly confident that I came out of womb reading the book. I’ve always loved stories in whatever medium they come. Books, movies, television shows… It didn’t matter. I didn’t discriminate (I still don’t!). It was only a natural progression that I become a writer myself.
I’ve been telling stories for as long as I’ve been reading. Even if it was just standing in front of my family acting out dramatic retellings of my day or making up stories of my own it didn’t matter. It was only a matter of time until I branched out into being a real writer and sharing my stories with friends and strangers alike. And you know what? It’s the best job in the world.
I write dirty, sexy stories about humans & their supernatural lovers. I grew up dreaming of being a Greek Goddess, not a Princess, so I wrote a book about it. In my Grace of Gods series normal humans find out they possess the souls of Greek Gods within them. They are whisked out of their lives and brought to Mount Olympus, thrust into the new and dramatic lives of their Gods.
For more than four decades, Sigñora Francesca Ginori has kept her true identity secret. Living a quiet life with her children and grandchildren, she believes she has put her past behind her.
That is, until one peaceful summer afternoon when a stranger arrives at her door with news of the death of an old friend. The stranger knows her secrets and threatens to turn her world to chaos by revealing them, if she refuses to give him what he wants. It is not money he seeks but something far more valuable: the truth about his own past.
Many, many years before, Fate and desperate circumstances lead a young girl into the life of a courtesan and the arms of a man she could never have—or even name. Just as he could never have her. But their love was pure and formidable.
Powerful enough to endure all efforts to destroy it? Powerful enough to defeat a queen?
It is time for Francesca Ginori to tell her story—her own passionate, enthralling truth.
I received this book from the author for a honest review.
I love historical and was super excited to give a new author a try. This is a book about a Courtesan who falls in love with the Prince turned King, Charles.
Francesca is an old woman who is soon confronted with her youth by a strange man at her front door. He is demanding to know the truth about his family linage and if she is that part of it. Francesca has gone hidden for many years and has kept her “old life” a secret. She soon retired to her bedroom and begins to pen her story for us the readers. The young man is demanding information or he will spill her family’s dirty secrets for the world to know.
We soon learn Francesca was actually Isabella an orphaned woman who is left destitute and looking at a life on the streets selling her body for a coin or two. She meets a handsome stranger who would end up being a good friend and possibly her best friend throughout her “secret life”. He helps her and saves her but then introduces her to the life of being a Courtesan. She, a woman who in this society cannot make her own choices or ways, decides this is the life she wants. She ends up meeting a man at her first outing who becomes her everything. She is stunned to learn he is the Prince of Piedmont but to her he is just Her Charles.
The story is all about the love story of Charles ad Isabella. They are passionate and in love but him being the Prince an then King. She stays and loves him from afar while baring his children and dreaming of a time when they might be together.
The story has a murder mystery that was so sad and then a mystery of who is after Isabella and her children. It seems Charles has many enemies who are not so happy that his “whore” has had children with his along with captures his true heart.
USA Today Best Selling Author, Suzan Tisdale, lives in the Midwest with her verra handsome carpenter husband and the youngest of their four children. Currently in year five of a home remodeling project, Suzan believes there is now light at the end of that long, dark tunnel. Her husband promises her that all construction will be done by Christmas. What he refuses to divulge is Christmas of what year.
From USA Today bestselling author of Deadly Offerings, Alexa Grace, comes the third book in her Profile Series: Profile of Retribution, a spine-tingling story of guilt, vengeance and regret.
>Bradley and Tisha Lucas had a mini-mansion in the country, a thriving architectural business, and two handsome, intelligent and athletic teenage sons. They were living the dream, until the day their world imploded and they were thrust into a parent’s worst nightmare.
>Before they had a chance to grieve the untimely deaths of their seventeen-year-old twin boys, they learned the horrific truth. Like a headline ripped from the tabloids, their sons had systematically abducted, tortured, and murdered seven innocent young women.
>For their parents, the nightmare didn’t stop after Evan and Devan Lucas snuffed out the lives of seven victims for fun. It was just beginning. At a support group, the families of the women murdered by the Lucas twins gather to tell their stories, share their anger and grief, as they move toward a new normal.
>For one member of the group, an obsession for payback drove his days and nights. He pledged to make Bradley and Tisha Lucas pay for the crimes of their sons. It was a pledge he was determined to keep. He’d make them suffer, just as their sons’ victims had. Those who spawn monsters shall be judged, shall be condemned. Retribution would be his.
>Racing Against the Clock
>It wasn’t that Sgt. Cameron Chase didn’t have a suspect, he had too many of them.
>There were seven families who might want to harm the Lucas couple. But which of them wanted the ultimate in retribution — to see them dead?
>Don’t miss this fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat crime fiction thriller. Profile of Retribution will have your attention in its grips from page one until the end.
USA Today Bestselling Author, Alexa Grace began her writing journey in March 2011 when the Sr. Director of Training & Development position she’d held for thirteen years was eliminated. A door closed but another one opened. She finally had the time to pursue her childhood dream of writing books.
Her focus is now on writing riveting romantic suspense novels including her popular Deadly Series (DEADLY OFFERINGS, DEADLY RELATIONS DEADLY RELATIONS, and DEADLY HOLIDAY.
Readers are describing her new Profile Series (PROFILE OF EVIL and PROFILE OF TERROR) as “edge of your seat reading from page one to the end”.
PROFILE OF FEAR will be released(winter) 2015. Alexa’s books are in ebook and print formats.
Alexa currently lives in Florida with her daughter and four Miniature Schnauzers, three of which are rescues. As a writer, she is fueled by Starbucks lattes, chocolate and communications with her street team and readers.
Army Strong has a mission….to protect Southern Sassy at all costs.
The directive had been clear: Deeply embed himself in the fair town of Paradise, Tennessee, and keep one Melody Song Reardon from forgiving her fornicating ex-fiancé and keep her safe by any means necessary. Fortunately, Retired First Sergeant Callum Valentine had always been a man that got the job done. Unfortunately, nobody told him that while his ‘job’ might be as pretty as a picture, she could be ornery as a wet cat and had a stubborn streak a mile long. Now, he was battling baristas and dodging would-be assassins in an effort to keep one sultry southern minx safe.
He’d thought the Taliban would be the most dangerous force he ever face. Imagine his surprise when he realized that the radical extremists had nothing on one curvy little woman with a wicked edge to her tongue…. a woman that had somehow tangled herself around his cold heart.
Melody Song Reardon was done with men. After learning that the man she’d been going to marry was no better than a corporate Casanova in and out of the boardroom and bedroom, she’d decided that love just wasn’t in the cards for her. Which was fine. She was young, smart, and capable… and better yet, she had a dream and a plan: Opening her very own book/yarn store – Hooks & Books. She had the brains. She had the building. And now, she had a freaking bodyguard compliments of her interfering older brother?
She didn’t care how mouthwateringly handsome her so-called savior was; she didn’t need another controlling man in her life telling her what to do. At least, she hadn’t needed one…. until those nerve wracking hang-ups and strange notes took an ominous turn. Now, somebody wants her dead and the only thing standing between her and the Grim Reaper is one seriously gorgeous man named Callum Valentine. Falling in love again in the middle of her own personal apocalypse hadn’t been the plans…then again, the great thing about a plan is that it can change on a dime!
I received this book for an honest review by the authors.
If you haven’t read anything by these ladies you are so missing out. The characters crack me up!! I mean they always have the best character banter in their novels. I am literally cracking up at the scenes!!! These ladies are crazy funny!!
This book is about Melody. She found out her DB Fiancée was screwing her best friends/bridesmaids and half the town for the last 5 years. She literally throws the ring and runs to her granny’s house to start her life over. The town is a small town and everyone knows everyone but Melody is ready to start fresh at 30. Melody’s brother RJ is worried because she keeps getting strange hang up calls and her ex Brad has vowed to win her back. He asks his retired army buddy Callum to step in and help his sister out.
The fireworks between the two at their first meeting only get better as each scene goes. Then the 2nd time they have an altercation, I. WAS. LAUGHING so hard at the situation. Cal is essentially laying claim to Melody in front of her ex. Melody is a strong woman who lost her sense of HER while with Brad so having an alpha “MINE” her didn’t go so well. Seriously loved the chemistry.
As the novel goes we see the two forming a “relationship” of sorts. Cal is up front that Mel is the woman for him but she is stubborn and is resisting him at every turn. The Christmas scene they share made my heart tingle for the two but when they took a trip to Nashville….Sigh……Yeah I was in love with Cal too.
The story is about the two of them butting heads but also wondering who is trying to kill Mel. If her ex isn’t, who could be??? It was a great “who done it” and in true fashion when the killer is revealed there is total comedy to it.
Cal watched her another minute. “You’re a stubborn little ball of fury, aren’t you?” he asked as he watched her try to attach the tool to the lug nut, wincing as the metal slipped for the second time in a row.
Melody took a deep breath before she slowly turned to face her tormenter. “I was brought up believing that a girl should be able to take care of herself. I forgot that lesson for a little while and almost made a mistake I could never undo with a man I’d rather forget. I’m not ever going to repeat that experience again. So, to answer your question, yes, I’m a stubborn little ball of fury. Now, will you please go on your merry way?”
Cal finally gave into the urge and laughed, earning himself a cold look from the woman currently on her knees. “Careful, Princess. I’m gonna get a complex here because it’s beginning to feel like you don’t like me very much,” he taunted her with a wink. Seeing her press her lips together tightly, he knew she was fighting the urge to scream bloody murder at him. Squatting beside her, he met her fiery gaze. “Cat got your tongue, Pretty Girl?”
“No,” she declared with a shake of her head as she looked from him to his jacked up truck. “Do you mind if I ask you a question?”
“Ask away, darlin’,” he invited silkily with a ready nod. “I’m an open book,” he declared, holding his muscular arms out to his sides. And it was true. The book on him was open; it just happened to be written in code, he thought to himself as he gave himself a mental pat on the back for his own wittiness.
Melody offered him a deceptively sweet smile. “Is it true that men use big trucks to compensate for smaller endowments in, well,… other more intimate areas?” she asked, dropping her voice to a conversational whisper as she gave his crotch a rather pointed look.
Cal guffawed. “Are you asking me if I’ve got a tiny dick, Princess? Because I can tell you with a hundred percent honesty that the size of my cock and the size of my truck are very directly related. They’re both big and bad, but if you don’t believe me, I’d be pleased to give you a private showing.”
Melody’s jaw dropped at his audacity. “You… you just can’t say things like that!” she blustered, blushing furiously as he laughed in her face.
“I just did. Besides, you started it,” he accused, propping his hands on his narrow hips as he leaned forward and stared her down. “Don’t dish it out if you can’t handle having it spoon-fed back to you, Princess.” Damn, Cal privately mused, he hadn’t had this much fun with a woman with her clothes on in years. He couldn’t help wondering how exciting she’d be with her clothes off. He definitely be making it a point to find that out as soon as humanly possible.
“I revert to my earlier statement. You are a pig,” she reiterated with a disgusted shake of her head, her ponytail flying over one shoulder to smack him in the face as she moved.
“Maybe, but you’re just mad that you can’t seem to get one-up on me. Not used to a man that will stand his ground and fight with you?” he asked, fishing for a response from her. He wanted to know just how much she’d reveal about her ex-fiancé in casual conversation. Her brother didn’t think there’d been any kind of physical abuse and based on her reactions to him, he tended to think RJ was right, but he wanted to be sure. Because if he was wrong, she wouldn’t need his protection because he’d simply kill the motherfucker and be done with it.
“My former fiancé didn’t fight. It was too low-class a thing for him to do. He used to call our arguments spirited debates. My ass, they were debates. Freaking moron. A fight is a fight, right?” she asked as she grunted with exertion while she tried to pry one of the lug nuts loose.
“Right,” he agreed with a nod, sighing as her tool slipped again. “Politicians have….what did you call ‘em? Spirited debates? Real men and women fight.”
“See, that’s what I thought, too. But maybe that was the problem,” Melody muttered as she twisted the tire iron sharply, silently cursing the tight bolt. “I always did think Bradley had political ambitions. God knows that it’s what his dear old mommy and daddy wanted for him,” she continued to growl through gritted teeth as she twisted the tire iron violently. “Eureka!” she shouted when the bolt moved a few millimeters. “Did you see that? It moved,” she yelped, as her body made a tiny celebratory shimmy.
Cal chuckled softly at her little dance. “Sounds like this Bradley fella was kinda a douche,” he surmised, carefully watching Melody’s face.
“That is the understatement of the frickin’ year. Heck, maybe the decade, too,” Melody muttered, lifting one hand to take a swipe at her sweaty forehead.
Edging toward her, Cal tried to make a grab for the tool in her hand. “Seriously, babe. Let me do that for you,” he demanded gruffly, afraid she was going to either damage the wheel well or herself with her rough use of the tool.
“I’m about done warnin’ you, Stranger, so I’ll try and be real clear one last time. You try to touch my tire iron again and I’m gonna introduce it to the side of that hard head of yours. Repeatedly,” she informed him grimly while she desperately tried to loosen the second lug nut. “And, for the record, let me just state that I am most certainly NOT your babe,” she huffed, panting with exertion.
He could see her energy waning and shook his head. “You’re completely right, you aren’t my babe,” he agreed, covering Melody’s icy hands with his as she growled fiercely at the tire. “Right now, you’re more of my pain in the ass, woman,” he continued, his hands tightening on hers as he helped her turn the lug nut. “This’d be so much easier if you’d just let me do it,” he stated again, afraid he was going to hurt her hand by squeezing it too hard. “Honest to God, sassy, sweet and stubborn is not the sexy combination I thought it would be on you.”
Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other.
Between them, they have four children and eighteen years of marriage…one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers…and oh, by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!
Sugar and spice don’t always play nice—Amelia Emerson learned that the hard way after her heart was snatched straight from her chest. What was done could not be forgotten.
Tanner made his choice, and there was no turning back from the hurt he caused. Amelia is left dealing with the aftermath and trying to juggle the new life she has been handed.
Worn down, she struggles to gain back the confidence she once possessed, and prove to everyone she is able to do things on her own—But when life takes another sharp turn in an unexpected direction, will she be able to let go and start fresh? Or is the pain too unbearable to forget?
I received this book from the author for an honest review.
I was so excited to get this book because I loved Monroe and Miller’s story. When we met Amelia and Tanner never would I have imagined their book to be so full of twists and turns, heart ache and joy!!
Amelia and Tanner are the ying to the others yang. They are an oil and water couple who actually find a way to make it work until Tanner leaves our girl. When Amelia drops her bomb on him…..WOW The first chapter sets the tone of the book…CRAZY DRAMA!!
Amelia and Tanner have to find a way to co-exist and co-parent their daughter while Amelia is still sore over Tanner rejecting her for Marissa. What Amelia doesn’t know is why he rejected her and when we find out, his good guy character is shown through and through.
Tanner has loved Amelia but knows she deserves better then him. She is high class and he is working class. He has treated her wrong at every turn of the imagination yet he still wants her and she still want him.
The couple have a lot to overcome with Marissa, Amelia’s new boyfriend Dan, the couples insane chemistry and even dealing with their daughter. When they finally seem to find the right time and right path everything and everyone gets in the way. My tummy was hurting and my heart was so mad!!
The end of the novel was great. The epilogue was awesome. I did feel it might have been a little bit rushed but it didn’t stop me from cheering everything that happened to the couple.
Cori Williams is a contemporary romance writer who recently relocated from Michigan to southern living in the mountains of North Carolina. When she’s not busy taking care of her three young children and sometimes fourth, aka as her husband, you’ll find her tapping away at the keyboard with music blaring and endless amounts of candy fuel at hand. Her love of reading from a very young age transferred over to a love of writing and now the stories are never ending as she creates the happily ever afters for her characters with sometimes bumpy journeys along the way. “Forever isn’t always easy.”
A cold front was moving in and a slight chill moved through me. Knowing how he felt about me, I knew he would do anything to keep me safe. Committing murder wasn’t beneath him and it was dangerous for me to think that he could be involved in Amber’s death. I was trapped in a dark place, scared with nothing to eat; barely breathing. I missed the man I could no long remember but knew existed long ago. The promise of rescue keeps me from losing what’s left of my mind. I loved him, believing he loved me too but time had passed, my memories scattered, almost non-existent. I longed for a closeness, to be with him; then realized I don’t even know who he is.
I stood, looking up at the tower window and saw Dylan peeking out watching me as I contemplated our new life together. Last night had been one of the best times in my life and I felt in my heart that it was only going to get better. Dylan swore he was the lucky one, but in reality, it was me that was lucky. He had helped heal the scars of my past, showing me true love and teaching me to forgive and let go of the past.
I walked along the riverbank, the breeze catching my breath. Summer in Ireland was different from back home. I closed my eyes enjoying the peace and quiet that it afforded me. The birds chirped and the sound of the water brought me a peacefulness that I hadn’t felt since before my accident as a teenager. I was no longer afraid of what the future held but knew that Dylan had demons of his own that needed to be dealt with. He had suffered so much loss in his younger years, making me wonder if that’s what his nightmares were about. I’m not sure he even realized that he was having them. Whenever one would strike, I would hold and comfort him as he cried.
I heard footsteps behind me and turned to my right to see who was there. No one appeared and then I felt the heat of his breath on my left. I knew it was Dylan; I could always sense when he was near.
Alyson enjoys bringing characters to life and has been writing since she was a little girl. Her first published book was in elementary school where it was put on display in the library for others to read. Alyson’s love for books is what compels her to write and create new worlds of her own for others to enjoy.
A Colorado native, Alyson loves to travel. She has visited Ireland, Mexico and most of the United States. Her favorite vacation hideaway is Hawaii. She has a love for the ocean and enjoys swimming with sea turtles in the wild. Alyson is a former accountant who has traded in her abacus for a full-time writing career. She enjoys writing everything from erotica to suspense thrillers. Deception is the first book in the The Fixer Series which is both an erotic romance and suspense thriller.
She has been happily married for twenty-three years to her high school sweetheart and is the proud mother of two. Her love of quilting keeps her busy in the winter months when she isn’t writing. Alyson’s favorite past time is spending time with her family, watching football and laughing together.
Book Title: Innkeeper’s Daughter Author: Dormaine G. Genre: Romance Release Date: March 22, 2016 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Sterling wanted to believe in his marriage; he wanted to believe that he had disappointed his wife for the last time. That might’ve been possible, if he hadn’t met the young, beautiful and willing Hanna. This time however, he wasn’t the aggressor. Yet as he allowed his heart to be captured, he knew that life would never be the same.
Sterling’s trip to the mountains of Colorado leads him straight into the arms of Hanna, the Innkeeper’s Daughter.
“You are really a great, teacher, Hanna,” I said when we sat down inside the resort’s restaurant. I was actually surprised. Although it was difficult, she made it somewhat simpler. “You make it enjoyable.”
“Thank you.” Hanna lowered her head, pushing her hair behind her left ear. She slowly raised her head to retort. “That’s because we’ve just started. You just wait until we get on the slopes.” Her bottom lip twitched as she spoke, then she turned away after staring a few seconds too long.
Her shyness what refreshing; welcoming even. I could not help but stare at the wide-eyed beauty. She seemed to have a great personality. When we talked, I could not help but notice her features. She could easily pass for her mid-twenties instead of only nineteen; her bone structure was so developed. What I noted the most was her mouth. It was exceptional; pink, pouty and full.
White icing from a cupcake clung to her top lip, though she hadn’t become aware of it. And for a split second I was jealous of a non-living element. She noticed me staring at her lips and licked the sweetness off, trying not to stare as she did so. I wanted to reach across the table and kiss her. Everything she did was seductive. There was an air about her that pulled me in, but I didn’t even know her. Yes, I’d crossed the line before; that was an unexpected mistake. This one was staring me in the face, daring me to take another risk.
Dormaine was born in Long Island, New York where she lived most of her life. As an adult she liked to travel out of the country though her favorite places to explore were her fantasy worlds as an author. She may be a nurse by profession but her heart has always belonged to writing. As a young child she spent many Saturdays in the library nurturing her love for books. There she discovered her fascination for the science fiction genre, through books, movies and graphic novels.
Now she resides in Colorado with her husband and two feisty dogs. After many years of working in hospitals and travel nursing she took time off to pursue a career in writing. Her first novel “Connor” is in one of her favorite genres, young adult urban fantasy. Her second love is for horror of which she created the “Madame Lilly, Voodoo Priestess” series. This is just the start of her exploration as she stays locked up her office in Colorado spinning more tales.
*** Enzo is Book One in the Jinx Tattoos Series but is a STAND ALONE novel ***Neglected, abandoned by a heroin-addicted mother, and placed in foster care at ten, Enzo Jordan has learned one thing…love hurts. At thirty-five, he has a successful tattoo shop and his choice of women. The one-night stands are getting old, and the love he holds for his best friend, Aibhlinn is impossible to hide. When the attraction between them reaches a boiling point, he’s forced to choose between facing his fears and walking away.
Aibhlinn Leahy has been in love with her best friend for years. The Irish-born comic book artist has poured time, energy, and love into the wounded man. His choice to walk away breaks her heart but frees her to explore a new future.
Life is a cruel and amazing thing. An abandoned baby brings the two back together, and they’re forced to examine the love that has long existed between them. This is a story of pain, scars, and fear. We all have demons to battle. The real decision is who’s in control…us or them?
PASTIf you told him a few years ago, he would go to the Prom and enjoy it, he would’ve laughed. Yet, here he was lounging on the bed watching television in the hotel room he and Aibhlinn had rented. Their friends had started off partying with them before bowing out to retreat to their own rooms or head on home.
She was still dressed in the blush pink gown that hugged her curves, and belled out into a skirt that brushed the floor. He’d ditched his tux jacket, unbuttoned his top buttons and rolled up his sleeves hours ago.
“We really are morbid you know,” Aibhlinn commented.
“Watching Carrie on prom night,” she said.
“Well, no one dumped pig’s blood on you, so I think we’re good.”
“The night’s still young,” she stated dryly.
Enzo laughed and shook his head. “Like I would ever let that happen.” He felt fiercely protective of his best friend. The girl had cracked opened his chest cavity, wormed her way into his heart…brought him kicking and screaming out of the darkness and into the light. She’d done something few people could, gained his trust. He studied her as she beamed.
Her blue-green eyes sparkled and he could see the small flecks of green inherited from her father. Her thick hair tumbled around her slender oval face in insane curls, and she glowed. Her full lips were tempting him. Bare of lipstick they glistened and glimmered a light shade of pink. Suddenly, he wanted to know what that lip-gloss tasted like, what she tasted like.
“Enz?” she said.
“Shhh.” He leaned forward and cupped her face.
She went still, but didn’t move away.
He took it as permission. He pressed their lips together, and his world exploded around him. She tasted like sugar, sweet, and addictive. He couldn’t get enough. He tilted his head for better accent and she gasped. He slipped his tongue into her mouth.
It was akin to sticking his tongue into a light socket full of pleasure endorphins. Energy rushed through him weaving a seductive spell. His pants grew too tight, and his hunger for more flared. She whimpered, and he moaned. The sound of her surrender tasted better than any of the pleasure filled cries he’d wrung from other girls.
His heart raced, and his hand shook slightly as he brushed her hair way from her face. It was baby soft and smelled like flowers. He’d fallen into heaven. He lowered her body to the bed. Pressed chest to chest, their eyes locked and he knew he was in way too deep. I love her. The words jolted him from his lust. He pulled back, breathing hard. “As good as this feels and as amazing as this would be with you, I just can’t. It would ruin what we have and if I ever lost you, I’d lose my mind. You’re the only female I can trust. I need you to stay that. Do you understand? It’s nothing against you, and everything for you. I’m a bastard and I know it. You deserve romance, flowers and a deep commitment. I can’t give you that, babe.”
“Who says it’s what I want,” she said.
Enzo smiled and brushed the stray strands of hair behind her ear. “It’s what every girl wants, whether they realize it or not. Trust me, I’m older and wiser.”
“Oh fuck you and your six months,” she said with a shaky laugh.
Her eyes looked glossy and he knew if he saw a mirror, his would be the same. If he’d been a better person, someone capable of love the way she deserved, he would’ve continued. He cursed the bitch of mother and the way she’d twisted his dark soul. She broke something inside him, he would never be able to fix. He rested his forehead against hers, and tightened his hold, knowing he would never again get to experience this level of intimacy with the one woman he loved as much as he was able to.
Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration.After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household.
She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
Megan Campbell is horrified when a stranger, covered in blood, collapses in her shop. When that same stranger, wild and angry, abruptly becomes someone very different, it’s not her safety she is worrying about, it’s her heart.With his stalker behind bars, former boy band singer CJ Taylor is starting a new life. He’s bought a house in a small Vermont town, and taken back the name he was born with. Two years have passed since he was last in the public eye and as Cody Brennan, he’s finally feeling safe. Desperate to find some peace, all he wants is to connect to the music in his head, write new lyrics and forget the tragedy in his past.
What he doesn’t count on is meeting Megan. From her amber eyes to her tempting smile, she is everything he thought he could do without, the very thing he promised himself to avoid. But he’s thrown into her family and her life, and suddenly he’s found a place he wants to stay.
Megan’s first instinct is to tame the powerful attraction she has to this stranger, but very soon desire becomes something more. Between them can they find the words to make things right? And can they stay safe long enough to fall in love?
“Besides Notes and Roses being a beautiful name, Author Rozenn Scott has written a beautiful and heart warming story.” – 5 Star Review Cutting Muse Blog Review
Megan Campbell stepped away from the cash register of Notes & Roses and leaned against the back counter. She put her right hand in her jeans pocket and, as carefully and unobtrusively as possible, she removed her cell phone and scrolled to Justin’s name. What should she send to her brother? Help sounded like a good start. Or possibly, there’s a man in my shop and I think he’s drunk or stoned.
Yep, send something like that to Justin, and he would come in, all guns blazing. Then he’d pin the weird guy to the floor and read him his rights. And the man currently staring at a wall didn’t look dangerous, just lost, homeless maybe?
Something more considered then, like, there is a vagrant in here, and he needs help, what should I do? The man moved a little. Away from her side of the store, the ‘roses’ part of the setup, and over to the ‘notes’ side. He was peering at the shelves; a collection of stationery and household bits and pieces like cushions and local crafts. He stumbled a little, turned to the side and looked up at the display of posters on the far wall. Landscapes of Vermont; rivers, small towns and red high-sided barns with gently rolling hills of emerald green.
“That’s wrong,” he said.
“Sorry?” Megan asked, but he didn’t reply.
He’s talking to the wall now. Should she add that to the text as well? This was going to end up being one hell of a lot of typing to explain what he was doing. Despite how odd it all looked, the visitor wasn’t threatening her. Also, Rachel would be back soon, maybe between them they could sort this out?
He hadn’t even spoken to her, but something wasn’t right. Maybe it was the way he’d been standing; his hands in fists at his sides, staring now at the new Valentine wall display of flowers and hearts. Maybe it was the way he was dressed; dark jeans caked in mud, heavy boots that had tracked in the same mud. Not to mention the black hoodie with the hood partially hiding his face from her view.
Or maybe it was the despair in his hunched shoulders, the utter defeat in the way he had to support himself to stand.
Whatever it was, Megan was faced with two options. Talk to the strange man in her shop while she was alone in here, or call in reinforcements in case things went south.
Her visitor moved, not his feet, but his fists, unclenching and bringing his hands up to knuckle his eyes and then cover them. Megan’s cop brother liked to explain these things to her, but she didn’t need his help to recognize when despair in someone turned to anger.
She sent the standard 911 text, startled when she looked up and saw the stranger had stepped closer to her while she’d been distracted.
“Where am I?” he asked, his voice very soft.
“You’re in my shop.”
He shook his head. “I need the music. Someone took it, and I need it.”
Okay, this was so not going the way she wanted it to go. He was incoherent. Maybe he was homeless and just needed a place to get out of the persistent snow that had plagued Stanford Creek the last few days. He’d evidently been somewhere slushy and muddy if his clothes were anything to go by.
“I don’t understand, sir; what music do you need?” she asked, and waited for him to acknowledge her question. Instead, he took another, shaky, step forward, and covered his eyes again. “Hello? Can I help you?” she repeated when he didn’t look at her.
That finally got his attention, and his hands came down, and she got her first clear look at his eyes and face. What she saw had her reaching to send another text. He had blood on him smeared down from his temple into his wild beard, and his blue eyes were bright with something. Drugs maybe? Long dark hair hid some of his features, and he looked like he was about to keel over.
“Where’s the music?” he mumbled, his voice low and urgent. He gripped his temples hard and stumbled back, knocking a display of greeting cards to the floor. The sound was a loud clatter in the otherwise quiet room. “Shit… I didn’t…”
“Sir?” This time, she was within reaching distance as he rounded on her, his lips pulled back in a snarl—or a grimace of pain, she couldn’t be entirely sure. Whatever, it wasn’t the look of someone who wanted to be spoken to. Time to leave. She glanced at the front door, then the fire exit. He was between her and the only possible ways out, and she was trapped. When she focused back on him, all she saw was a situation that could get out of hand. He was a good six inches taller than her five-nine, broad and built, with tattoos curling around his wrist, disappearing up under the sleeve of the hoodie.
Everything about him looked wrong. He didn’t move again, or even acknowledge her; all he did was stare with bright sapphire eyes, focused on a point behind her. Scary and intense and so damned fixated with his expression in that scowl.
“What happened?” he groaned and covered his eyes again. “Call… Zee…”
She texted without looking, only glancing at the screen briefly to make sure she was sending another text to her brother and not some random person on her list. 911. Again. The standard sibling instruction for help me right the hell now, reserved for having one of her brothers rescue her from one of her many dreadful first dates. Garrett wasn’t even in town, so there was little point texting him, and Justin may not even be in the sheriff’s office. She hoped to hell he was, though, and had read her message. She’d know soon enough because the small sheriff’s office was close.
And still the stranger stood there, staring at her. At least, he hadn’t moved any closer.
He closed his eyes and wiped at the blood that was trickling down his face, looking down at his hand and staring at the red that streaked his skin. She thought she heard a sob, but couldn’t be sure. Compassion welled inside her. Vagrant or not, dressed in soiled clothes and with the hood up, he didn’t have to be a criminal.
“Sir? Do you need help?” She held out her hand, but he stepped closer to her and damn it, she may have had self-defense training, but she wasn’t stupid. If the man was hopped up on drugs, she had to stay out of reach. The door opened, and Justin stepped in, all uniform and pissed-off attitude.
“Two 911’s? This had better be good, Megs.”
Megan inclined her head to the man who Justin evidently hadn’t seen in his dramatic entrance. Justin could handle himself, and he had a gun, he’d know what to do.
“What the hell?” Justin said as he assessed the situation, his hand automatically resting on his holstered weapon.
“I think it’s drugs,” she said loud enough for Justin to hear. The man looked at Justin and then to her, before shaking his head a little.
“No.” The voice was raspy, little more than a growl. “Not those.” He appeared to be struggling to talk, and he pressed his hands to each side of his head. “Just the music; Zee will know,” he added, but his voice slurred, and he coughed and doubled over.
Justin pulled his weapon and held it to one side, his other hand held in front of him as he stepped closer. “Sir? Are you hurt?”
Megan saw her brother’s hand on the sidearm, the other placating and suggesting and warning at the same time. She’d seen him stand like this when he broke up the fight at the drugstore. Not that he’d drawn his weapon then; he’d dealt with it by intimidation alone, because everyone involved lived in the town and no one messed with the sheriff. Megan looked at her brother, who teased her, who’d hidden her dolls and pulled her pigtails as a kid, but who was now in a situation that was serious. He was all business.
“What’s your name, sir?” Justin asked.
The stranger stepped back from him, straight into a pile of notebooks this time. The shelf shuddered and some of the display tilted. The movement translated into Justin grabbing the man’s hoodie to stop him falling as he flailed and attempted to stay upright.
He took a swing at Justin, who ducked and swerved. The attempted hit missed Justin by a mile, and the man followed the momentum he had begun, smacked his fist against a shelf edge, and collapsed in a heap on the floor. Then he didn’t move, was absolutely still. Justin holstered his weapon and crouched next to the prone form of the hooded man, checking for a pulse and then talking into his radio.
“Dispatch, 390D, medical assistance required at Notes & Roses.”
Megan didn’t hear the response; she came out from behind the counter and stood next to her brother. The adrenaline that had flooded her to deal with this was beginning to ebb, and she went down in the same crouch. The hood had fallen back and exposed his hair. The stranger was young; maybe the same age as her, and a long cut on his temple oozed fresh blood. Thinking on her feet, she located a clean tea towel from the small kitchen in the back and as an afterthought grabbed the first aid box. There was nothing more than band aids and small bandages in it, but there may be something in there to press against the wound, something sterile.
Justin took the box and the towel and pressed the cloth against the man’s temple.
“Who is he?” Justin asked.
Megan frowned at the unconscious man. “I have no idea.”
“What was he doing in the shop?”
Megan glanced at her brother and resisted the urge to give him a sarcastic sister-type comeback. She needed to be professional.
“He came in and stood in the ‘notes’ side, staring at the wall.”
“And he didn’t say anything?”
“Something about wanting music and the letter Z. And when I asked him if he needed help, he turned and stared at me like he didn’t know where he was.”
“What the hell, Megan? You talked to him?”
“Well, what was I supposed to do? He was a customer, and looked like he needed help.”
“What did I tell you about drug addicts?” Justin snapped.
“The same as attackers, drunks, and anyone else who got anywhere near me, call you. I did that.”
The man on the floor moved, his eyes flickering open and staring up at Justin and Megan. “I don’t feel…” He never finished the sentence, his eyes closing again.
All Megan could think was, whoever he was, he had pretty eyes, the kind of blue that jumped out at you and screamed gorgeous. She couldn’t see much of his face, covered as it was with a bushy beard and blood.
“Should we find his ID or something?”
“SOP is not to go searching in drug addicts’ pockets,” Justin said with exaggerated patience.
“You think he’s a drug addict?”
The door chimed again, but it wasn’t the paramedic yet. Instead her business partner and cousin, Rachel, stood in the door, her jaw dropped and the cold of the rain blustering in behind her.
“Shut the door,” Justin and Megan said at the same time. Rachel closed the door with exaggerated care, and her expression didn’t change.
“Why is there a man lying on the floor of our shop?” she managed. Then she stepped closer, staring down at John Doe, and her eyebrows climbed before she paled and grabbed hold of the nearest display. “Shit, there’s so much blood. Is he dead?” Like he’d heard her speak, the man coughed and curled in on himself on one side, muttering something, and she stumbled backward with a yelp.
“He’s clearly not dead,” Justin said. “Drugs, head wound, we don’t know yet.” Then he spoke into his radio. “Dispatch, do we have an ETA on the paramedics?”
“Three minutes out.”
“Is he bleeding out?” Rachel asked, her hand on her chest and her skin pale. Megan frowned; they really should get Rachel out of here. She’d never liked blood, not since the incident where she’d broken her arm in kindergarten and the bone had pierced the skin.
“Not enough blood for that,” Justin said.
“Do we know who he is?” Rachel asked. “Should we check his wallet or something? He could be here with someone?” She glanced out the shop window as if expecting the man’s friends or family to be searching for him.
“I can’t look for his wallet yet,” Justin explained. “SOP with suspected addicts.”
“SOP?” Rachel half whispered as an aside.
“Standard operating procedure,” Megan whispered back. “The guy could have needles on him.”
“What about the recovery position?” Rachel pointed out. “Should we, at least, move him?”
Justin indicated the unconscious man with a wave of his hand. “Think he already did it himself.”
Then in silence they stood and waited for the paramedics to arrive, and all that time Megan stared down at the stranger, memorizing every bump and scratch on his face. What a waste. He could be so handsome, almost pretty, with those stunning sky eyes and the plump lips. He’d be a killer if he smiled, she thought.
“He doesn’t smell,” Rachel commented, even though she wrinkled her nose. She gestured at him. “And those jeans? They’re an expensive brand you know. So he’s probably not homeless.”
Megan didn’t feel much like discussing the unconscious man. She just wanted the help to get here soon.
The paramedics arrived and in a flurry of motion, they asked rapid questions of Megan, which she couldn’t answer in full. ‘Did he have a fit? Did he choke?’ She answered as best she could and hoped that was enough for them to have some idea what had happened. They checked John Doe’s vitals, hefted him onto a gurney, and left, all without the man regaining consciousness. Justin followed soon after, giving Megan a quick hug and extracting a promise from her to stay safe, and then it was Rachel and Megan alone in the shop.
Rachel looked anywhere except at the blood and Megan knew she had to get her out of the shop. “You go up to Carter’s and get some fresh coffee.”
“You need help,” Rachel began. She looked torn as she gestured at the floor.
“I’ll clear this up. Go.”
“What if someone else comes in?”
“Another vagrant covered in blood?” Megan smiled as she said it. She hoped she’d had her full quota of vagrants for this year.
“You never know,” Rachel said, frowning.
Rachel looked at the door and back at Megan, as if she were expecting another strange man to come in while she was out and was worried about leaving her. Megan went back to the small storage room at the back of the store. She pulled out the mop and bucket and the cleaning supplies and by the time she came back out Rachel had gone. She wasn’t surprised. Evidently alongside her phobia about blood, Rachel had analyzed the situation with her rational, logical approach and had decided Megan could manage another strange man collapsing on their floor if she had to. She cleaned up the smears of scarlet, the tracked in mud, and realigned all the notebooks and stationery on the knocked shelf. While she worked, all she could think was despite the shock and drama of what had happened, the man with the beautiful sapphire eyes hadn’t seemed dangerous to her.
Confused, high or drunk, desperate, traumatized, wet, and muddy, maybe. But certainly not dangerous.
Full time romance writer Rozenn Scott creates passionate love stories with a guaranteed happy ever after.
Her series of novels, set in the beautiful Vermont town of Stanford Creek, focus on strong, independent women who find love.
Writing as RJ Scott, she is the author of over ninety bestselling gay romance novels and has never met a bottle of wine she can’t defeat.