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?
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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.”
Lincoln Stallworth, bass player for Black Ice, has quietly watched each of his band mates fall in love and has accepted the fact he’ll probably never find the same for himself. He doesn’t really believe in true love, couldn’t fully understand the absurdity of it, or the notion there could be just one perfect person for everyone. A debilitating health issue began to shadow Lincoln in the middle of their last tour. As his physical symptoms worsen, Lincoln has to fight the urge to hide from the world and himself inside his estate. Aaron Baylor enters Lincoln’s life at his lowest point. Lincoln feels broken, damaged beyond repair, and he’s ready to give-up. Aaron’s patience and unwavering support slowly begin to pull Lincoln back to being present in his own life and gives him hope for a future and for love. Will Aaron be the glue that holds the broken pieces of Lincoln’s life together? Can Lincoln fight his way back to good health and take a chance at love? Or will the task be too great for Lincoln to handle? Beyond The Music is Book 7 in The Rock Gods series. This is the final story in the series, but also the launch of a new M/M spin-off series, Guarding the Gods, which will have many cameo appearances from The Rock Gods characters in each story. If you enjoyed The Rock Gods, I hope you’ll give Guarding the Gods a try!
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Beyond the Music
Los Angeles, after Cooper and Jayson’s Las Vegas wedding . . .
Lincoln Stallworth left his overnight bag on the kitchen table of his Los Angeles home. He grabbed a beer from the refrigerator, and walked outside to stand by the edge of his property to take in the view of the city spread out below him. It was just about twilight—Lincoln’s favorite time of the day. The sun was fading to a red-orange glow on the horizon and the city lights below were just starting to flicker on inside the buildings. Along with the stars beginning to appear in the sky above his head, this show never disappointed. He loved the almost florescent blue hue to the sky just before it turned indigo black. It was these moments of transition he loved most, when it wasn’t quite night, but it was no longer day. It offered him a tranquil sense of limbo similar to holding one’s breath while waiting for the other shoe to drop, which was a lot like Lincoln felt about his life right now.
He was in a holding pattern and definitely waiting for that other shoe to drop. Sometimes he wished that shoe would be a steel-toed boot and it would drop right on his fucking head. Maybe that would change something in his life. The endless “not knowing” was doing him in. Something had to give, but he didn’t have the balls to tip the balance to make that happen. The fear of knowing the truth was just as intense as remaining in the dark and fear had a way of pulling one down to the dark place where Lincoln found himself.
Lincoln took a gulp of his beer and closed his eyes. The light breeze against his face was soothing, but not enough to ease the ache he had inside his chest. He pushed the long hair from his forehead and inhaled the thick Los Angeles air heavy with smog. The silent vow he made to try and fix things seemed to float away from him and into the valley below. After all, what would it change?
He was coming down from the rush of seeing Cooper Rand, the drummer for Ivory Tower, and Jayson Keller get married in Vegas. The event was done with typical Cooper flare, complete with the ceremony taking place on the High Roller Ferris Wheel and the Flying Elvis’s parachuting into the wedding reception to serenade the happy couple during their first dance. Their wedding was by far the best Lincoln had ever attended—even surpassing Dagger and Ryan’s backyard ceremony—so it made little sense that he’d be standing here feeling empty after coming home from something that spectacular. But he was. He felt broken. The energy it took him to mask how fucked up he really was from everyone around him was exhausting. He also couldn’t help but wonder how much longer he could keep up the façade of being okay, and how good of a job was he really doing anyway?
Lincoln removed his cell phone from his back pant pocket and sent Spumoni another text message asking for his ETA. At Cooper’s wedding reception, Spumoni had offered to keep Lincoln supplied with primo weed and, even though it had been less than twenty-four hours since Spumoni had put it out there, Lincoln was taking him up on the offer. Smoking dope was one of few ways Lincoln was finding some measure of relief from whatever the fuck was ailing him and having Spumoni running late on his very first drop was not sitting well with Lincoln.
“Be there in fifteen,” Spumoni’s latest reply to Lincoln read.
Lincoln typed back a quick reminder for Spumoni to use the security code he’d verbally given to him over the phone when they’d spoken earlier and let himself in. Spumoni having a long history working with Ivory Tower was certainly a bonus to know he’d already been vetted. If Alex and Wheland could trust Spumoni, Lincoln was more than happy to do the same.
He checked the time on his phone again and swore, more at himself than at Spumoni’s tardiness. He hated how dependent he was becoming on things like pot just to be comfortable in his own skin. What came after the weed and booze weren’t enough? Would he be tempted to switch to pain pills or something more potent?
Nope. He couldn’t allow himself to go down that path. He was lucky to have gotten out when he did before all that shit became a serious problem for him, unlike so many others he knew who had succumbed. He knew his days of ignoring this issue were numbered and sooner rather than later, he would have to face whatever was going on inside of him.
Lincoln spun around on his heels and caught the toe of his boot on one of the wide chaise lounge chairs positioned on the patio around his in-ground pool. His shitty balance did the rest for him and he toppled before he could even attempt to save himself from the fall. His forehead clipped the corner of the chair armrest right before he crashed down onto his side against the decorative patio stones.
The first thing Lincoln realized was his hip was throbbing with pain. The second was the sensation of something warm running down the side of his forehead. He touched his fingers to his head and felt all the blood that oozed from the fresh, inch long cut that had opened up on his scalp.
Anger pushed him to kick the chair out of his way. He followed that action with a string of curses that would have made anyone blush. It was in the middle of that verbal tirade when Spumoni appeared.
“Now you decide to show up?” Lincoln snarled.
“What the fuck did you do to your head?” Spumoni asked and dropped to his knees beside Lincoln to help him to his feet.
“My fucking foot got tangled up in the leg of the chair,” Lincoln answered. He pushed off Spumoni’s helping hand and wiped the blood on his forehead before it dripped into his eye.
“Let me take a look at your head,” Spumoni said.
“I’m fine,” Lincoln barked. “Did you bring the weed?”
Spumoni reached into the inside pocket of his leather jacket, pulled out a plastic bag and handed it over to Lincoln. While Lincoln was sniffing the contents, Spumoni sparked up a previously rolled joint and inhaled deeply.
“I always sample the goods with the customer,” Spumoni grinned at Lincoln before he passed the joint to him. “That way there’s no complaints. Try this shit. It’ll get rid of the headache you’ll have from slamming your head on the chair.”
Lincoln accepted the joint and deeply sucked on the end. He closed his eyes and held the smoke in his lungs waiting for the THC to mask the ever present ache in his limbs. These days it seemed be the only thing that gave him relief from the pain was the pot. Lincoln took another hit and held the smoke before exhaling. He sat down on a chaise and reclined with his eyes closed and the burning joint still pinched between his fingers.
“Did you have any trouble with the pass code on my front gate?” Lincoln asked.
“Nope, it worked the first try,” Spumoni answered. “Speaking of your front gate. What’s with the stalker-groupie you’ve got hanging out there?”
“What are you talking about?” Lincoln took another hit off the joint and opened one eye to look at Spumoni.
“When I got here, there was a dude standing near your gate, like he was contemplating hitting the call button,” Spumoni explained. “But as soon as he saw me pull up, he turned away and started walking down the sidewalk in the opposite direction.”
“As long as he stays on that side of the fence, I’m okay with it.” Lincoln chuckled. The effects of the pot quieting all his nerves. Lincoln could feel the weight of the world lifting off his shoulders with each hit he took. He relaxed into the lounge cushion and felt almost boneless. Apparently, what he heard about Spumoni always having the best weed around was true and for that Lincoln was grateful to know the man.
“Whatever, dude. I need to take a leak,” Spumoni stated. “Where’s your bathroom?”
Lincoln pointed to his left without opening his eyes. “You can use the one in the pool house.”
A few minutes later Spumoni returned and sat beside Lincoln on the doublewide lounger. Spumoni shifted himself to face Lincoln and said, “Look at me.” Lincoln rolled his head toward Spumoni and closed his eyes again when the warm washcloth carefully wiped across his forehead.
“What are you doing?” Lincoln asked sternly.
“What’s it look like? I’m cleaning you up,” Spumoni scoffed and gently swiped the cloth through the crease of Lincoln’s eye socket. He made one last pass over Lincoln’s forehead then tossed the dirty cloth onto the table beside the chair. “How’s the dope?”
Lincoln turned away and grinned widely. “Magnificent.”
“Fucking awesome.” Lincoln laughed. “Hope you don’t mind, but I finished the joint while you were pissing.”
“I expected as much,” Spumoni replied. “Hey, since you’re currently stoned off your ass, perhaps you’d like to tell me what’s going on with you?”
“What are you digging for, Spumoni?” Lincoln mumbled his question.
“I’m not blind, Linc, and neither are the guys in your band,” Spumoni snapped. “Whatever this is it’s not getting better. It’s becoming more . . . pronounced.”
“When did you quit your job with Ivory Tower and become a fucking doctor?” Lincoln barked.
“Have you even seen a doctor about this?” Spumoni countered.
Lincoln sat upright and put his backside to Spumoni. “Why would I see a doctor?”
“Because you’re stumbling around here getting hurt and at Cooper’s wedding you said you were having trouble feeling your hands,” Spumoni explained. “And I’m willing to bet when no one is around to witness it; it’s a lot worse than you’d ever admit.”
Lincoln shoved himself to his feet. “Thanks for the pot,” he grumbled. “You remember how to let yourself out, right?”
Spumoni stood, too, and watched Lincoln waver on his feet like he was drunk. “You want another bag next week?”
“Yeah, but double it,” Lincoln directed.
“You want a full ounce? That’s a lot of weed for one week, don’t you think?” Spumoni commented.
Lincoln turned his head and glared at Spumoni over his shoulder. “Wow, first you’re a doctor and now my fucking mother,” Lincoln said and shook his head. He turned away to take another step and once again, the ground tipped on him and Lincoln’s large frame began to topple.
Spumoni hopped over the end of the lounge chair in time to catch Lincoln before he crashed onto the patio for a second time. “Come on,” Spumoni said and draped one of Lincoln’s muscled arms around his neck and hefted Lincoln up against his side with an arm around his waist. “I’m taking you inside and getting you settled before I take off. If you don’t like that, too fucking bad.”
Spumoni helped Lincoln inside and onto the couch in his living room. “Stay put. I’m getting you some aspirin for your head.” Lincoln didn’t argue and instead leaned back into the butter soft leather couch. Spumoni left the room and returned with a glass of water and a couple of aspirin. “Take these for me.” He waited for Lincoln to swallow and then took the glass back from him and set it on the coffee table in front of Lincoln’s knees. Spumoni sat down on the coffee table and leaned forward. “Okay, you can either start spilling to me now and I’ll keep it all confidential, or you can keep silent and continue to get worse. If you choose the latter, I’ll be telling Dagger how I found you today. Your choice.”
“Fuck you,” Lincoln growled. “You’re supposed to be delivering dope to me, not being a dick.”
“I’m trying to help you, Linc,” Spumoni admonished. “Are you that thick-headed not to see this for what it is? You’ve got yourself a serious problem here and I think you know that.”
Lincoln rubbed at his face and grimaced when he felt the sting in his scalp. “You’re full of shit when you say this stays between us,” Lincoln chided. “As soon as you leave here you’ll be telling someone.”
Spumoni’s jaw muscle twitched with agitation. “We’re just getting to know each other, so I’ll let that comment slide, but I’m a man of my word. Ask anyone who knows me. When I say I’ll do something, I do it.”
A long moment passed and Lincoln’s head remained tipped back against the couch with his eyes closed. Spumoni ran his hands back and forth on his thighs, then stood up to leave. “Well, I guess I have my answer,” Spumoni sighed. “You can continue to keep your issues on the DL for now and I’ll keep my mouth shut for one week. But when I come back with the next bag of weed, I either want to hear you’ve contacted a doctor or I’ll be having a meeting with Dagger.” Spumoni crossed the room in long strides, but before he disappeared out the door, he faced Lincoln again. “Have a good week and try not to fall down the stairs and break your fucking neck.”
Lincoln waited until he heard the front door of his house slam shut before he reacted. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!” he shouted into the emptiness of his house. Jesus, he didn’t want to face this—whatever the fuck this was! Lincoln made fists with his hands, pressing the blunt nails into the flesh of his palm until his knuckles turned white. He had little to no feeling in his left hand and moderate tingling and sudden bursts of pain firing off in his right hand and arm. When the pain flared, it shot like a rocket up through his limbs as if his veins were pumping liquid fire. At times when he looked at his arms or legs he could see the muscles spasming, twitching like he had an alien life form living beneath his skin trying to escape. But, Jesus, it was the pain that sometimes kept him up at night tossing and turning. It was unrelenting, rolling through him like an unforgiving assault on every one of his nerve endings.
Lincoln didn’t react positively to threats and Spumoni’s test of wills wasn’t exactly sitting well with him right now. The fucker was giving him one week to spill—or else? Who the fuck did he think he was? Sure, they were friendly, but Lincoln would hardly call them best friends or even beer buddies, and they certainly weren’t fuck buddies, so where did Spumoni get off giving him ultimatums?
Lincoln bent forward to reach for the glass of water sitting on the coffee table. He watched his fingers circle the glass, but when he went to lift it to take a drink, the glass slipped through his grip and hit the carpeting on the floor. He could have sworn his grasp was tight enough, even with the limited sensation in his hand, but dropping it hadn’t been a consideration. He studied his fingers, flipping his hand over, then back the other way as if they didn’t belong to him.
Why are you failing me? Lincoln thought. He flopped back against the couch and closed his eyes again. The sting of tears began to build behind his lids. He was thirty-two years old and at the height of his career. If this loss of sensation continued, he feared it would be the end of his job with Black Ice, and quite possibly the end of his musical career. What happened after that? All he knew was music. He lived and breathed it every single day, so how could he suddenly switch gears and do something else for a living?
One week, Lincoln thought. One fucking week, and then what? Can I trust Spumoni enough to confide in him? Or will he end up running to Dagger anyway?
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Ann Lister is a native New Englander currently living on the island of Martha’s Vineyard with her husband. She has pulled details from her years living in the New England area and uses many local settings and landmarks in her novels.
After graduating art school, marrying, and raising two daughters, she established her own video production company. Her nearly two decades working in video production included work within the music industry and won her a coveted Telly Award. Her ‘behind-the-scenes’ exposure to the music world and her love of rock music is the inspiration for her erotic rock star romances.
The Rock Gods series gave her Bestselling Author status on Amazon. Fall For Me, Book One in the series was a Finalist in the 2013 Rainbow Award. Each book in this series brings her two favorite elements together: musicians and the love between two men. These stories focus on what it truly means to love; love unconditionally, love without restrictions or labels, love without fear or judgment – to just simply love.
When the worst case scenario befalls the Vagabond Circus, Zuma knows she must ensure it doesn’t fall to doom. Titus’s job is to guarantee the show goes on, while the acrobats seek to avenge and rescue. Jack has no idea that he’s about to levitate himself into a deadly situation, and only Zuma and Finley can save him from a threat unlike what most have ever encountered. In this second whimsical and dark installment of the Vagabond Circus tale, the reader learns just how the ringmaster, Dr. Dave Raydon, rescued everyone in his troupe and also brought love and treasures into their lives. The unveiling of this history only brings more mystery as the true enemy to Vagabond Circus is unveiled. Charles Knight isn’t an evil man with a deadly agenda. He’s the worst kind of human being and he won’t stop until he’s ruined everyone and everything that the ringmaster loves. Paralyzed is an episodic ride that unravels the pieces of this fantasy circus one act at a time.
Oh. My. Gods. The circus is still in town! This is a one of a kind sequel with the perfect tragedy, mysterious villain, that is full of fragile moments of love, sacrifice, and pain, but with the most perfect ending that left me absolutely speechless. There were many moments that made me laugh, kept me on edge, and twisted my heart. Sarah Noffke writes tragedy so good it hurts. By the time the story gets to the end I was so twisted inside…and then left with my mouth hanging wide open! I sat here thinking “What did you do to me?” and while I sat contemplating the hate mail that I wanted to send to the author for another jaw dropping cliffhanger…I took a deep breathe and decided that I will wait (im)patiently for Released to come out because, in true Sarah Noffke fashion, the ending will blow you away!
While the Vagabond Circus is trying to grieve the death of the beloved ringmaster, Finley and Zuma chase after Jack who is going to Knight’s compound to try and avenge the ringmaster’s death. Zuma is extremely upset with Finley and is really trying to punish him. The constant banter between Finley and Zuma in the car ride and seeing them breaking down each others walls was the best. We are introduced to Zuma’s family and Jack’s family. Both are very different and incredible in very different ways. But the story, the story is so much more. It revolves around the entire circus. We get to see snippets about how the ringmaster’s death affect everyone. The tightrope is unraveling and people are feeling helpless everywhere. And so many secrets! Then Boom! THE END! And that’s when I became speechless.
“But what Zuma always discounted was that life didn’t continuously unfold in logical ways. Dave often reminded her of that. Life is full of magic and if you try and explain it all then you lose the opportunity for bewilderment, which is a beautiful thing, he often told her.”
“Zuma reasoned that it was only because in her purest of hearts she had to admit that loving Finley was completely and absolutely unavoidable. She hadn’t forgiven Finley and didn’t know when that would happen, but even after everything she knew she loved him. Loved him with something so pure that it couldn’t be stopped. She’d tried to stop herself from loving him, but it was like changing the rotation of the Earth or snuffing out stars with a single thought. It just couldn’t be done. Such things were the natural order of life. Predators hunt prey. Night precedes morning. Zuma loves Finley.”
“Today we remember the man who brought magic back to this world by lighting a spark in all of you. You are all his legacy. You are the magic of Vagabond Circus.”
I. Can. Not. Wait. For. Released.
Incredible series that is sure to suck you in like gravity. Be prepared to be mesmerized!
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Sarah Noffke writes YA & NA sci-fi, fantasy and dystopian. She is the author of the Lucidites, Reverians, Ren, and Vagabond Circus series. She’s been everything from a corporate manager to a hippie. Her taste for adventure has taken her all over the world. If you can’t find her at the gym, then she’s probably at the frozen yogurt shop. If you can’t find her there then she probably doesn’t want to be found. She is a self-proclaimed hermit, with spontaneous urges to socialize during full moons and when Mercury is in retrograde. Sarah lives in Central California with her family.
Falling for her college professor has turned Charlotte Young into a romance novel cliché. The hint of taboo makes her want him more every time she sees him. How can she hope to lose her virginity when all her peers pale in comparison to him?What Charlotte doesn’t know is that Gabe Alrdic has been watching her as closely as she has him. The college’s fraternization rule makes a relationship between them impossible. Now he’s done waiting and Charlotte won’t know what hit her when he makes his move.
Hello! My name is Fiona Davenport and I’m a smutoholic. I’ve been reading raunchy romance novels since… well, forever and a day ago it seems. And now I get to write sexy stories and share them with others who are like me and enjoy their books on the steamier side. Fiona Davenport is my super-secret alias, which is kind of awesome since I’ve always wanted one.
Ariella Geller is on the run from some very bad people and Liam Wade doesn’t know what he’s running from.Freedom has been an elusive dream for Ari, but when her chance for escape comes, she takes it. She finds herself in California and forced to accept help from strangers in order to stay off the streets and avoid being found by those she ran from.
Liam Wade is sick of living in the shadow of his famous father. All he wants is to make a name for himself as a professional surfer, but it’s impossible when the media focuses on every other aspect of his life. All he wants is respect, a chance to prove himself, but when it never comes he finds himself running and hiding from the ones who love him the most.
When their paths collide Ari and Liam are forced to confront their demons, and in the process they just might find a reason to stop running.
I laid my head against the cool glass of the bus window and watched the rain slick against it. The water beaded against the glass and then slid down in little rivulets that I traced with my finger.
I wouldn’t miss the rain.I wouldn’t miss anything about Oregon.
That place wasn’t my home. Never had been, and never would be.
With a jolt, the bus roared to life, startling me, but I relaxed a moment later when we pulled out of the station.
Freedom was so close to being mine.
I watched the people on the street as the bus pulled away. I was searching for buzzed brown hair and eerie black eyes, but he wasn’t amongst them.
He didn’t know I’d left yet.
And hopefully, by the time he did, I’d be long gone.
I adjusted my hoodie so my face was hidden from the other people on the bus and wiggled around, settling myself in for the long ride to California.
Unlike the other people on the bus, I didn’t have a cellphone to keep me company. Cellphones were traceable so I’d ditched mine. I couldn’t risk him finding me, because if he had I was certain he’d kill me. He would’ve eventually killed me if I stayed, too. My only option had been to take the risk of running away. I would have rather died on my terms than his, but if everything went according to plan, I’d be free and he’d never find me.
He called me Scarlett, but Scarlett didn’t exist.
Scarlett was a lie.
My name was Ariella, and I was reclaiming my stolen life.
Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia.
She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to
read and spend time with her family.
We all make them. Sometimes we break them. But what happens when the promise you break haunts your dreams, when that moment of betrayal echoes within every last beat of your heart?
Love is passionate, painful, and all consuming in the most brutal yet beautiful way. How many people have you said ‘I love you’ to? Five, ten, maybe no one? I’ve said that word to two men, but only one where I felt it.
This word sums up my relationship with Nicolas: devastating, painful, depressing.
A first love that should have lasted a lifetime, but I ruined with a stupid decision. Nicolas is my star crossed lover, and even though Shakespeare has taught me that stories such as ours always end in tragedy, I can’t not love him, even if I’m married to someone else.
I sit at my computer a blubbering mess of tears and snot. I don’t know if I have the energy to go and find the author and shake her for writing such a great story of longing and 2nd chance love or smack her for writing such an emotional story??? I seriously have a headache from my emotional hangover I am having with Peyton and Nic……HANGOVER!!!! H-A-N-G-O-V-E-R!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I loved the premise of this book…..have you ever loved someone so much and made an epic mistake that made you lose that love. Have you ever wondered what might happen if you could right that wrong???? Would you make the same choices? Would you finally listen to your heart and do what it was that made you happy?? What would you do if you could have happiness at the cause of hurt to someone else that you loved???
Nic and Peyton had a passion that burned so bright. Everyone saw it. They loved hard and crashed even harder. When things happen and words are spewed out of anger and hurt, you can’t go back. You can’t take back. The two move forward but never really move on. When a moment of sadness brings Nic back into Peyton’s life everything changes. The two begin to remember and relive those old memories. This makes the old burning timbers of their relationship light up. Once that old love is relit, can they be together or will it be too bright and burn them out??? This book…it had me on pins and needles. We want the two to be together. They love each other so much and it causes so much pain. There are times I feared their love was toxic and other times I feared they couldn’t be together fast enough.
The journey of this couple is one that I will remember for a long time. I won’t be surprised to see it make my top 5 list for the year. It was THAT emotional for me. The journey for the two is long and hard but worth the read. However, the last few chapters are when the Kleenex box was used the most so BE WARNED!!!!!
Stevie J. Cole likes to write realistic stories with raw, gritty characters you should hate but can’t help but to love.
She’s obsessed with rock music, loves sloths, and has an unnatural obsession with British accents.
Her books are not recommended for the faint of heart.
A serial arsonist sets fire to the unit next to Jackson’s apartment—the unit the sexy fireman Eli lives in.
Things really heat up when Jackson offers Eli a place to stay until Unit C is livable again. Jackson, being OCD, requires everything in his life to be neat and orderly, but Eli’s life is chaotic and messy, especially because of the man’s ex, who keeps pushing his way back into the fireman’s life. Living with Eli turns out to be much more than he bargained for. As much as he would love to just throw caution to the wind, Jackson believes it is best to keep things between him an Eli on the friend level. Nothing more. But an unexpected kiss rocks his world and he must figure out the real reason he’s terrified of the feelings Eli is bringing out in him.
Will Jackson see that a future with Eli can help him let go of the guilt from his troubled past?
Though starting in straight erotic romance, Kris’s total focus now is on gay romance. When asked why recently, his answer was “My muse finally came out of the closet. Isn’t it about time? I’ve been out since I was twenty-five.” A voracious reader, Kris loves many genres of fiction, but this writer’s favorite books are romances that are edgy, sexy, with rich characters and unique challenges. Kris’ influences include Anne Rice, JR Ward, Lexi Blake and Shayla Black. Last year, Kris married the love of his life Stephen.
She’s perfect. Beautiful. Exceptional in every way.
When in the world did she grow up?
No! I refuse to touch her. I won’t do it.
But I did. Just once.
And now. I want more. So much more.
Once I’ve set my mind to something, nobody can stop me.
Not even him. Screw him.
He’s just my best friend.
She’s just his little sister.
Rules are meant to be bent.
Broken. Hell, rewritten.
How bad can it be?
S.Moose is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author, living in Webster, NY with her family, friends, and shorkie, Charlie.A 2011 St. John Fisher graduate, S.Moose loves to read and write. She enjoys getting lost in the fictional world and creating a place where readers can fall in love and swoon over the cute boys she brings to life. When she isn’t in her room in front of her computer or a book, she is with her family and friends being silly and enjoying life. She’s romantic at heart and loves anything with a happily ever after.
What happens when a supposedly perfect match is so wrong it’s right? In this roller-coaster novel of destiny and desire from A. M. Madden, a red-hot cop and a broken beauty are linked by painful pasts . . . and one tempting future.
As an NYPD officer, Benjamin Stone is married to his job, determined to clean up the drug-infested streets. His partner, Rob, always has his back—except when Rob and his girlfriend, Andrea, play matchmaker at his expense. On Ben’s birthday, they’re at it again. Andrea’s friend is exactly Ben’s type, even if he stubbornly will never admit it. But it’s not the lithe brunette’s looks that intrigues Ben; it’s the hurt in her eyes.
Ella Parker is bright, beautiful, kind—and, thanks to one horrific night, severely damaged. She’d rather be training for her black belt or watching TV in her favorite pair of pajamas than be dragged out on a blind date. Sure enough, Ben swaggers into the club, locks onto Ella, and claims he’s not interested—despite the irresistible chemistry between them. So Ella decides two can play at that game. But when her dangerous past comes back to haunt her, Ben will break all the rules of seduction to keep her safe.
When a perfect new love is shattered, two hearts will do anything to pick up the pieces. In this sizzling novel from the author of Stone Walls, irresistible heat leads to sensual thrills—and a secret that changes everything.
Two years ago, Nick Farley was undercover as a bartender in Chicago. The tough-as-steel FBI agent was working all the angles to build a case against a local crime syndicate, but even his intense focus was no match for the sight of Angela Cavallo’s plump pink lips pulling on her drink. All Nick got was one night—the longest, hottest, sweetest night of his life. It could have been the beginning of something real. But instead, she’d walked away—and Nick had watched her go.
Angela has made some mistakes in her life, but Nick wasn’t one of them. Nor was the baby boy he doesn’t know about. But Angela has been running from a stalker for so long that she’s forgotten how to feel safe. So when Nick suddenly reappears in her life, Angela faces a moment of truth. She wants to trust him and reveal her secrets—her life and that of their son may depend on it—but first she needs to know that Nick can handle her past, and promise her the one thing she most craves: a future together.
RELEASE DATE: MAY 24, 2016
Amazon Best Selling Author, A.M. Madden is a wife, a mother, an avid reader of romance novels, and now an author.
“It’s all about the HEA.” A.M. Madden’s debut novel was Back-up, the first in The Back-Up Series. In Back-Up, A.M.’s main character Jack Lair caused readers to swoon. They call themselves #LairLovers, and have been faithful supporters to Jack, as well to the rest of his band, Devil’s Lair.
A.M.’s stories are heartfelt, realistic romances. A.M. believes that true love knows no bounds. In her books, she aspires to create fun, sexy, realistic romance that will stay with you after the last page has been turned. She strives to create characters that the reader can relate to and feel as if they knew them personally.
A self-proclaimed hopeless romantic, she loves getting lost in a good book. She also uses every free moment of her time writing, while spending quality time with her three handsome men. She loves the beach, loves to laugh, and loves the idea of love.
Can fated love poised between the illusion of immortality and the certainty of death find new life between hope and adversity?
In securing a relic destined to destroy humanity, Lukas is mortally bitten by a unique breed of demon. Before he succumbs to his fate, a stranger offers her blood, allowing him time to complete his mission.
Sariel has spent most of her life destroying demons and vampires alike. With a witch as mentor and a ghost for companionship, she’s always had everything she’s needed, or so she thought until three demons cross her path, noting her angelic origins and changing her entire worldview.
As the prophecy unfolds, the vampire, angel, and witch must join forces to face demonic powers never experienced while navigating the murky waters of desire and betrayal, paranormal talents and malevolent cunning.
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Despite Lukas’ studies and commitment to humanity’s protection, a void had rooted in the darkest corners of his mind. Each rising, it surfaced to extort any novelty or anticipation in his automated reality. Duty had always come first, after which he studied whatever snared his attention at the time. Still, he hungered for more–something to chase away the shadows and blisters cauterizing his soul.
Centuries of experience honed him into an expert assassin and tracker for evil’s myriad and divergent forms. Yet each kill left a new stain on his spirit that darkened his aura and took him further from the light of man. Since defeat had never left its toxic breath in his extended history, this mission would prove one more in a long series of significant encounters.
Minutes later, the scent of demon filled his nostrils. Descending to skim the void above the treetops rewarded him with a stronger stench. Whether this demon held the precious artifact or proved another dead end didn’t matter. Its removal fell among his duties as an ancient vampire and benefactor to humans, a win-win situation in the grand scheme of things.
Dark hues of maroon and purple bruised the evening sky. The sunset’s colorful merging with the distant horizon lent him barbarous satisfaction. Those same colors would soon spill from this prick’s skull. Its gray matter, if demons possessed such a thing, would pour to the ground, obliterating all vegetation in its path. At least the creature couldn’t wreak havoc on society until his master resurrected and sent it back. Fortunately, that took time.
“Demon, face me. What do you have to lose? You know I can’t kill you…Perhaps facing your boss, defeated, frightens you?” Rare was the demon that could resist a taunt. The thunder in Lukas’ voice scattered a small herd of deer grazing beside the fast-moving river nearby. A meticulous search below yielded no visual of anything in demonic form.
The hunter in him was determined and ready to finish this task and knew the evil nearby would sense his presence. Why can’t I get a lock on its position?
Shadows lengthened and crawled over the earth below, denoting rise and shine for the creatures of the night while daylight critters scurried to find comfort and cover in the obscure niches of darkness. In counterpoint, the soothing sounds of the nocturnal forest punctuated by the lonely call of a wolf reminded him of his goal.
With a slight shift of the wind, he sensed movement in the forest below. Off to his right and just ahead, the demon’s obvious attempt at a stealthy passage failed to camouflage the swish and slap of branches flung back in its wake.
“Ugh. I don’t fear you, vampire. However, I do fear my master if I fail to deliver this objet d’art.” Like most of its kind, the harsh guttural voice grated Lukas’ nerves.
Altering his course delivered a stronger hellish stench, searing a path to his nostrils as the repetitive crunch of dead leaves and snapping twigs guided him. Maybe the assignment would end this night, allowing him to revisit and re-evaluate his current path in life.
Now, with no apparent concern over the noise made or the swath it cut, the fleeing pestilence would’ve attracted the youngest of vampires with the snapping and shuddering of branches even without its odor and aura.
“You’re kidding me, a demon with intelligence? Your boss educates you clowns now?” Dropping through the web of interlocking limbs, Lukas used his telekinesis to clear a path, providing a fleeting visual of his prey. The clicking and swishing of branches and leaves muted the demon’s heavy grunts.
Damn shame my psychic talents don’t work on these deviants. He hit the ground running, his adversary near.
“You’d be surprised, bloodsucker. You’d be surprised. Once upon a time, I attended an ivy-league school. Why do you think master chose me to find and return this treasure?”
Broken and bowed branches whipped back along the path to provide a stroboscopic view. A second passed, then another, followed by the sounds of accelerated movement and the demon’s occasional growl punctuating its hoarse breathing.
“Huh, and now you’re just a flunky. Is that where you became a demon?” A burst of speed increased the terminal case of sulfuric fetor blazing a trail through Lukas’ senses but yielded more frequent flashes of his objective. Footprint-sized patches of wilting vegetation betrayed the demon’s exact steps. Few living things could survive evil’s deadly contact.
Large exposed roots and mid-size saplings necessitated agile footwork at breakneck speed to avoid losing ground. Skirting these obstacles with flight would drain even an ancient vampire’s energy reserves. He’d need them all to fight a demon possessing such unusual speed.
A steep incline presented more slags and escarpments to negotiate, some snagging his leather vest in passing. Vaulting over the next two outcroppings demanded even more of his strength.
He didn’t break stride.
“If you have no fear, why run away like a schoolgirl?”
Budding underbrush foiled a good visual, though this thing’s odor and noise rivaled that of a trumpeting elephant. He’d never tracked such a swift and agile creature. With practiced ease, he gripped the pommel of his Falchion. The slide from its fur-lined scabbard muffled the blade’s draw even as the material kept the steel oiled.
“Ah … just want you to have a clear view of approaching death.” The demon’s chuckle boded ill.
A moment of uncertainty flashed in his mind when the crashing noise ahead stopped. Thinning trees gave way to tall grasses on the rock-strewn promontory, reminiscent of a shelf tucked in the side of the mountain.
Silvery moonlight gilded a small open plain as he left the forest behind, the sudden rush of air focusing his thoughts. Why would a demon give me the advantage of open ground?
Reily’s work as an ICU nurse, private investigator, and work in the military police has given her countless experiences in a host of different environments to add a real world feel to her fiction.
Though her kids are her life, writing is Reily’s life after. The one enjoyed…after the kids are in bed or after they’re in school and the house is quiet. This is the time to kick back with laptop and lapdog to give your imagination free reign.
In life, hobbies can come and go according to our physical abilities, but you can always enjoy a good book. Life isn’t perfect, but our imaginations can be. Relax, whether it’s in front of a fire or in your own personal dungeon. Take pleasure in a mental pause as you root for your favorite hero/heroine and bask in their accomplishments, then share your opinions of them over a coffee with your best friend (even if he’s four legged). Life is short, cherish your time.