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Saturday, February 14, 2009
THE WEEKEND WASN’T GOING to make anything better, but I had to give it a shot.
I was shaking. Running the razor up my soapy leg. I’d been nervous all day.
It had to be the last time, but I wanted to make it count. I knew how twisted that was. Finish on top, as they say. After tonight I’d go back to being the adoring fiancée.
I’d be faithful.
And if that was my last night with Casey, I’d need to make it count. I wanted to remember every second.
After my legs were smooth and everything else was in order. I put my face under the hot stream of water coming from the showerhead. I thought about the shower we took in Seattle. About how his hands roamed my body and touched me everywhere a man could touch a woman. My hand ran down to my core, feeling my trimmed hair.
God I want to feel you bare. I don’t want anything in between us.
His words echoed through my mind and I reached for the soap and the razor. I’d gone down to naked skin before, but it was a very, very
long time ago. I thought it was probably in college.
I took my time, doing a thorough job. When I was finished my skin felt new and sensitive. Like the hair had been hiding me from wondrous sensations. I ran my fingers over myself and anticipated Casey’s doing the same.
After I had dried myself and applied his favorite-smelling lotion, I blow dried my hair, then stained my cheeks and lips and darkened my eyes and lashes.
I pulled a black garter up each leg. I wasn’t going to be wearing much, but I wanted to enjoy him taking his time removing them. I pulled the black, thigh-high stocking up my calves and fastened them to the garters with the clips that hung from ice-blue bows. I slipped my legs through the black silk underwear and prepared myself for the icing on the cake. The set that I’d ordered, and was currently dressing in, came with a corset.
It was black with ice-blue ribbons matching the bows on the garters and panties. It laced up the front. I’d looked at the ones that laced from behind, but they looked like a nightmare. I’d already have a struggle getting into one I could watch myself lace.
When the last hook and eye was latched, I straightened it and pulled. Instantly my chest looked bigger, fuller and heaved from the already very low-cut fabric that held my breasts. I ran my hands up the sides, feeling the rigid and straight boning, and yet I felt so comfortable and held together.
I pulled on the blue silk robe that completed the ensemble and went out into the main room to find the shoes and start a fire. I plugged my phone into the suite’s speakers and got out the champagne, putting it on ice in a bucket on the coffee table in the main room. I brought a plate of cheese and fruit to the table and then I went back to the kitchenette for the last piece.
The courage. The kind from a bottle. I had ordered a small decanter and placed it on the table as well. I was going to need a few shots if I ever had a prayer of pulling this off. Seduction wasn’t my forte. But he deserved it.
I usually felt so awkward and clumsy during sex. Well. Not with Casey.
With him I felt worshiped and desired. He acted like he craved me in the way he moaned from kissing my neck sometimes. It made me feel special. Made me feel sexy and wanton.
I arranged the extra pillows and blankets, that I’d ordered up, and they looked so inviting there on the floor in the center of the room.
I’d given it some thought on my plane ride here this morning. I wanted the night to be unforgettable. It was already unforgivable.
I downed two shots. Back to back. The cognac tasted sweet and bold. The taste lingered on my tongue.
I left the robe on. I wanted him to open me like an expensive gift. I wanted to watch his eyes up close when he saw what I was hiding underneath.
I’d told him to be there at eight and it was five to when he knocked. I’d left him a key—as was customary for us at hotels then—knowing he would use it if I didn’t answer.
I rose to my feet, with an extra four inches added from the Brian Atwood heels which Reggie bought me for Christmas. How was I to know they’d come in so handy when I’d sent him a joking picture in a text message version of a fairy-tale princess’s Christmas list?
As I stood there preparing myself, my heartbeat didn’t exactly feel fast; it just felt strong. A powerful pulsing that reverberated throughout my whole body.
The door handle clicked.
I’d turned the lights out, only a few recessed lights over the bar area and the fireplace remained lighting the room. It was tastefully amber and dim. The backlighting behind his body from the bright hallway, when he opened the door, gave me a chill.
He wore a perfectly tailored suit and looked so masculine in profile. It fit to his tight body in magical ways. His hair was tamed back with that miracle product he used to make it look controlled, and in the light, I could see the front was beginning its rebellion, loosening and falling forward more than it should.
He looked like a king. King Casey.
He closed the door gently and pocketed his hand into his slacks making the fabric taught over his already visible bulge.
I licked my lips.
I wanted another shot, but I didn’t dare move.
His blue eyes glittered from the lick of the flames behind me.
The song changed. I recognized it within the first few chords. The single guitar. The arpeggio. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.
I swallowed. Eyeing him standing there, looking at me, the beautiful confusion of it all made my mouth water.
His eyes wandered over me like a search light, both warning and guiding my body home.
He walked toward me and I started forward to meet him halfway, but he held a hand up and stopped where he was when we were still feet apart.
“You look like my wildest dream.” His perfect hand still hung in the air. “Let me look you at you little more. This memory has to last me long time, honeybee.” He pandered his time. I watched him examine every detail of me. I thought I’d feel self-conscious, but the opposite happened.
I was proud, and having him take the time to look at every one of the things I’d done to get his attention felt so gratifying. I had prayed that at least one would capture his interest.
The corners of his lips quirked when his eyes shifted focus down toward my garter clips. He faked coolness by biting his bottom lip, but he didn’t fool me.
Finally, he said, “Come here.”
My right leg, my left leg and I, we all went to him together. My entire body working on its own. It was so easy.
“Wait, one more thing,” he interjected. Then did the international sign for spin-it-a-around, his smile bleeding through every feature on his face. His eyes looked like neon in the darkness.
I did a slow twirl, looking over my shoulder on my way back around. I batted my eyes to get a reaction.
“You look like the definition of temptation.” His eyes squinted and he pantomimed a come-here head nod. God, his claws were sunk so deep into me. If I looked like temptation, he looked precisely capable of charming-the-pants-off the Queen of England.
With my shoes, the height brought my eyes to his lips, my favorite latitude on planet Earth.
He ran a hand over my hair and pushed it behind my shoulder. “I can almost taste you, you smell that good,” he said, hushed. “You did all of this for me?”
“I did.” I was fixated on his mouth. I wanted to put my lips on him. I wanted to touch and undress him, but this was his show and I was only too happy letting him run it. The energy coming off him was palpable.
“Do you know how hard I am? I don’t know if you considered my lack of restraint when it comes to you this close to me.” His hands grazed way down my arms. “What is all of this?”
“I wanted to do something for you.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I want to make you happy. I want to be your Valentine.” I took a deep breath, the anticipation of his body hot against mine at the forefront of my thoughts. “Open me.”
Ten fingers rushed my face and his lips crushed mine. Then he lifted me into the air. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth. His arms wrapped around me and held me close. Mine went straight into his hair, my fin-gers spreading to get a grip on my unavoidable man.
“You taste like the night we met,” I heard him say.
He walked us farther into the room, me in his arms, our mouths tasting one another, his tongue circling mine to a beat unheard before.
I let my head fall to his neck and I opened my mouth to wet him with kisses, inhaling his scent—earthy and masculine and something sweet and only him.
The music changed again, but at that time, I couldn’t tell you what the song was.
When my feet touched the floor again, his hands were urgent. He undid the bow where my robe tied in the front and he pushed the silk off my shoulders. The fabric easily slid off me.
The look in his eyes was feral. “Look at you. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He teased as his hands found my breasts and cupped me. Like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch, he roamed me. Over the tight trussed-up corset, around to my ass, and back in quick succession.
“I’ve missed you. I know I’m not good to you and I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing where the words were coming from.
With a finger over my mouth he said, “Shhh. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
He was right. He did handle it, but what I didn’t know was how. I could barely manage.
He continued, “You’re my Valentine. Tonight you’re mine. Understand me? Even your thoughts.” He caressed my cheek. “Don’t think about anything but me. That’s what I want. I’m going to take every-thing you’re wearing off. I’m going to touch every inch of you with my mouth. And I’m not going to pretend this is just a fling tonight, like I’ve done every time. For one night, I want you to pretend like it’s me you’re promised to,” his thumbs ran over my lips, “Mine to care for and adore. Say yes to me. Even if it is only for tonight. Please?”
His words came honest. I knew he didn’t always say what he felt, because of me. Because I fought my feelings hard and so, battled his as well.
I’d said the most honest sentence I had, “Then I’m yours.” And with all my damned heart, I wished the words were true. He had never offered me more, and I didn’t think he ever would.
He took his time unwrapping me. I luxuriated in the feeling of his hands on me and my body followed his gentle direction. When the cor-set was gone and I stood there in my panties, my hands began wandering him. I couldn't help want to touch his body the way he had been mine.
My nimble fingers undid the button on his coat and he shrugged out of it. My hands untucked his pressed dress shirt and began the climb of buttons separating him from me. I pulled it open and found him, like always, well defined and muscular. His stomach cut with lean muscles that flexed under my hands. His chest strong and firm. The long ridge of his collarbone, my favorite meal.
I didn’t bother with removing his shirt. Having even the slightest access to him was enough for me.
In my panties, stockings, and shoes I bent down to my knees with one thing in mind. I wanted to taste, to touch, and to have all of him. To please only him.
I kissed along the top edge of his dress pants, undoing his belt, and pulling it through its loops. Then, I tossed it away. The zipper went the way zippers do in these situations, and to my wonderful surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I smiled at my discovery. It looked like he had finally made a decision about his undergarments.
My mouth continued to water.
His skin, too, was bare. But unknown to him, so was I.
My fingers circled underneath his length and pulled him out. I ran both of my hands under his pants to his ass and pulled them down farther to expose his scrotum, taught and collected tightly against him. Everything about him was beautiful.
I took him into my mouth and felt him flex inside me, growing even fuller. The taste of him was so intoxicating. His skin was like catnip and the more I had of it the more I needed. I looked up at him to see him watching me in wonder, his jaw ticking and every glorious muscle from my face to his was in full view.
I moaned around his cock, the sight of him like this stealing the remnant of every wayward thought from my head. It was only him and me. This night was for us.
I moved to a slow beat, enjoying every twitch, every breath he took while I pleasured him. He stood anchored in his spot. He brushed my hair back away from me, threaded his fingers through it, and pushed himself deep inside me before he pulled out of me and urgently pulled me up his decadent body. He kissed me, still holding my head in his hands with my hair. It was rough and his chest rose and fell in time with mine.
“Go lay down over there, Blake. I want to play with my Valentines’ gift.” A shiver ran through me. He released my hair and I backed up without looking at where I was going. My body on autopilot, I did what I was told.
I felt brazen and daring. I felt like I was living a fantasy. I leaned back on my elbows and drew my legs up then parted them like I’d dreamt of doing so many nights on the phone.
He came to crouch next to me and took stock of the table’s offerings.
“May I have a drink, honeybee? Good choice with the cognac. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sentimental.” His voice was rich with sensuality, but his eyes were alight with happiness. He was going to play with me. I was his toy tonight. His toy.
He fixed himself a drink. Two pieces of ice clanked in the glass, then two fingers of the sweet liquor followed. He brought the short glass to his lips and hummed his pleasure at the taste.
I was on fire and the anticipation of him touching me was thrumming through my veins.
His shirt was open and his pants, although still undone in the front were pulled back up. The runaway lock of hair, which had broken formation from the rest, was gathering company from us running our hands through it.
While I’d been studying him, I hadn't paid attention to my wandering hand that was now rubbing my breast. My mouth was open and I was nearly panting.
After he drank down half of the glass, he touched my leg at the knee and leisurely ran his fingers up the skin to my thigh. His barely there touch wasn't enough.
I wanted more. I needed more.
I spread my legs farther for him and unabashedly ran my hand to my sex. I rubbed myself over my panties trying to satisfy a need that was blazing deep inside me. His eyes watched me touch myself and I saw that his desire matched mine. The usually cool and easy-going Casey, was again gone, and in his place was the take-control lover I dreamed about nearly every night.
On his knees he climbed closer to me, between my legs, and his hand met mine.
“I want you, Casey.”
He replied, with a firm demanding voice, “Say it again.”
“I want you.”
Maybe it was the ambiance and romantic mood of the room. Maybe I felt so free because it was, decidedly, my last time with him.
That singular thought made me panic and I had to remind myself why. I had to recite in my head, Because you’re marrying another man. Because Casey only likes chasing you. Because he doesn’t want the same things you do. He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want a home. He likes traveling and being carefree.
And it was those exact things that made me believe I had to leave him and made my heart retch to let him go. Because he would never offer me anything different and I could no longer live with the desperate yearning I had for him, that was entwined with my deeper desires for home, future, and stability.
Then he caught me and halted the runaway train that was my thoughts.
“I told you, honeybee. No thinking like that.”
Had I said all that out loud? Or was it possible my thoughts were loud enough to hear.
Still, even though my mind was playing chess with itself, my body and heart never strayed. They belonged to him.
“Then kiss me. Distract me.”
He reached for the table and his glass, emptying it in his mouth and I watched as he downed every last drop, including the ice. Returning the empty glass to the table, his eyes found mine and I saw a hint of mischief.
He dipped his head to my neck. The sensation was hot, but I could feel the coolness of the ice at the same time. He kissed my chest and when he took my nipple into his mouth the ice across my warm flesh sent a rush of need straight through me. I bucked my hips trying to find the pressure and friction I craved, but he backed away and down my body, taking his ice with him.
When he got to the elastic at the top of my panties he stopped and looked up at me.
“You’re so beautiful, Blake. Your body was made for me.” He kissed above the little blue bow on my panties. He said, low and sultry, “Your smell haunts me.” He dipped his head lower and breathed me in, his eyes flickering as he inhaled. “I crave the taste of you, like a man starved.”
Sitting up a little, he grasped both sides of the thin string that circled my hips on both sides of the expensive lingerie bottoms.
Then they were gone.
He caressed me with his stare. His eyes took in my bared flesh and he prayed, “Mercy.”
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Book Blitz: Just Let Me Love You (Judge Me Not #3) by S.R. Grey-Bianca's Review, Excerpt, and Giveaway
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Dear Chase Gartner...how I love you...let me count the ways...
“I’m branded by him, by his love, by his intensity.”
This should be a review, but it may seem like a love letter to the main character, Chase (and maybe the author too). Just Let Me Love you is the third book in one of my favorite series, EVER. The ending is bittersweet. While I never want to say goodbye, the ending to Chase and Kay’s story was everything I wanted for them and more...
“Hey, I know you’re strong because you ground me. You give me stability, Kay Stanton. You make me right. And trust me...that is no small feat.”
The Judge Me Not Series ended on a high note for me. It remains as one of my favorite series of all time as the story and it’s characters have had my heart since book one. Just Let Me Love You picks up where book 2, Never Doubt Me, ends. Chase’s brother Will is in trouble, and Chase knows he needs to go to Vegas to save him. Chase knows where this kind of trouble will lead to and he does not want him to succumb to the fate he did so many years ago. While hesitant to let Kay be by his side during this dangerous time, Chase knows Kay is his heart, and one cannot breathe nor live without their heart.
“My heart belongs to you, Kay, all of it. But I don’t know if that’s enough.”
I will refrain from discussing the plot as any lover of this series needs to experience it. What I can say is that Chase and Kay have come so far since the beginning of their relationship, and the last book truly demonstrates how much they have evolved as a couple. They both harbor a lot of pain in their past, but this time around much stronger. Because of their love, they found the strength to accept their past and not allow it to dictate their present and future. To put it simply...their love heals.
“I do let you love me.” I tell her
“So, let me love you more.”
Just Let Me Love You is a brilliant and beautiful story of what happens when two individuals find their missing piece in another. When darkness threatens, but love overcomes. As with the first two books, the writing is seamless and engaging. You are not reading the story, you are in it. The entire time. I can easily say that Chase is definitely in my top 5 favorite male characters. He has so much heart. His love for Kay and even his family knows no boundaries. I feel his love. In his words. In his actions. In just about everything. His love shatters any limit you thought love had. His love has no limits. No end point. His love defies darkness. His love is light.
“Put in the simplest terms, when Kay breathes, I breathe.”
Love is a four letter word that cannot be explained into words, it is felt. And that is exactly how I feel about this series, especially with this last book. You are never told about Chase and Kay’s love. The author allows you to feel it. It’s intensity, it’s passion. Even with Chase’s dark past, love brought him to Kay. Even with Kay’s tragic past, she finds a great love in Chase. She finds herself again the moment her soul meets his. He loves with his entire being and heart. He loves her with everything. And more. Their love steals your breath and gives you life all at the same time. The Judge Me Not Series is so much more deeper than anything I can explain. It’s a journey. It’s a story with characters that will bury themselves in your heart and never leave. Thank you to the author for sharing her characters and their heartfelt story on love and healing. Chase is in my heart forever.
“It’s you Kay, You are my home.”
Scrubbing his hand down his face, he says, “My heart belongs to you, Kay…all of it.” He sighs. “But I don’t know if that’s enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“My heart is all cut up, baby girl. Part of my heart died when my father died. And part of it is wrecked from my past.”
My own heart aches at hearing his words. I can feel his pain.
“My heart’s all parceled up, too,” I remind him.
He looks over at me, sadness in his blues. “There’s still more than enough for me,” he whispers.
I place my hand on his chest, right where his heart is. “There’s more than enough in here”—I tap his chest—“for me, too.”
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I shift closer to him and wrap my arms around his waist. I lay my head on his chest and breathe him in. His shoulders relax, if only slightly. The need to comfort him is overwhelming. I want to wash it all away for him, hold the world at bay while I erase the worry permanently etched in his forehead.
“Everything is going to be okay, West. I just know it,” I lie. I don’t know that everything will be okay. I don’t know anything at all.
We sit in electrified silence, the crackling of dead leaves under us the only sound. I memorize the feel of him, the smell of him, the rhythm of his breathing. I’m lost in the moment, already anticipating the loss that’s to come.
“I leave in a month.”
The words cut through the silence like a judgment. Instead of hurt, I’m filled with resolve. I won’t let him push me away anymore. I’m done playing by his rules.
I rise up to meet the storm brewing in his eyes. His hand wraps firmly around my neck, and his eyes dart hungrily to my lips. I swallow nervously and refuse to look away.
If he turns his head or pulls my hair, I swear I’m going to tackle him to the ground.
I lean in hopefully, somewhat expectantly, and close my eyes. His warm breath dances across my lips, and my every prayer is answered. He presses his mouth firmly to mine and stills, almost memorizing the moment.
That one small touch is the beginning of the most memorable kiss of my life. It’s hello and goodbye, I love you, I’ll miss you, and everything in between.
He sucks my bottom lip, and I inhale sharply, completely overcome. His hands dive into my hair, and his tongue slides against mine just once before he pulls away. He touches my forehead to his and chuckles softly.
“What have we been waiting for all this time?”
“You,” I whisper breathlessly, “I’ve been waiting for you.”
My admission is all he needs. He devours me, a tangle of lips, teeth, tongues, and hands. I don’t know where I end and he begins. I’m exhilarated and relieved all at once.
I run my hands down his arms and grip his wrists tightly. I pull away and look into his hooded eyes.
“Tell me something, West. Tell me something I don’t know.”
He runs a thumb over my swollen lips while he studies me. I’ve never felt more loved, more worshipped.
“I can’t imagine a world without you in it. No matter where I am, I’ll always dream of you. It’ll have to be enough.” He places soft, scorching kisses up my neck until he reaches my ear. “God, I don’t think it’ll ever be enough.”
Book One: Hope Over Fear
Throb by Vi Keeland is LIVE!
Author: Vi Keeland
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: 26th January 2015
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Model: Josh Kloss
Photographer: Scott Hoover Photography
No sex outside of the game.
No disclosing the terms of the contract.
Rules were made to be broken, right?
Eight weeks ago I signed a contract. One that seemed like a good idea at the time. A handsome bachelor, luxury accommodations, and a chance to win a prize my family desperately needed. There were some rules though. Lots of them actually. Follow the script, no dating, sex, or disclosing the terms of the deal. After my self-imposed moratorium on men the last year, it wouldn’t be hard to live up to my end of the bargain…so I thought. Until I realized the deal I’d made was with the devil…and I was in love with his dirty-talking brother.
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Pixie Marshall wishes every day she could turn back time and fix the past. But she can't. And the damage is done. She's hoping that a summer of free room and board working with her aunt at the Willow Inn will help her forget. Except there's a problem: the resident handyman is none other than Levi Andrews. The handsome quarterback was once her friend-and maybe more--until everything changed in a life-shattering instant. She was hoping to avoid him, possibly forever. Now he's right down the hall and stirring up feelings Pixie thought she'd long buried . . .
Levi can't believe he's living with the one person who holds all his painful memories. More than anything he wants to make things right, but a simple "sorry" won't suffice--not when the tragedy that scarred them was his fault. Levi knows Pixie's better off without him, but every part of him screams to touch her, protect her, wrap her in his arms, and kiss away the pain. Yet even though she's so close, Pixie's heart seems more unreachable than ever. Seeing those stunning green eyes again has made one thing perfectly clear--he can't live without her.
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"By turns humorous and heartbreaking, Best Kind Of Broken has become one of my favorites!"
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"You'll fall for Pixie and Levi, just like I did!"
--- JENNIFER L. ARMENTROUT (J. Lynn), #1 New York Times bestselling author of Wait For You
"Tangled with friendship, history and heartbreak--not to mention a huge dose of
humor--Chelsea Fine's New Adult novel is not to be missed! Beyond an
incredibly HOT read, Pixie and Levi's longing for each other will have
you rooting for them till the very end."
--- JAY CROWNOVER, New York Times bestselling author of Rule
"This book destroyed me. Tore me into little tiny pieces. But somehow with
lots of laughs and some very steamy times, Chelsea put me back together
again! Chelsea Fine's style is witty, visceral and fresh. All I wanted
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all I want is MORE."
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"Sandwiched between laugh out loud moments and some serious heat, Best Kind of Broken is an unforgettable story of loss and forgiveness that will leave your heart aching."
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Release Day Blast: Spend the Night (The Hotel Collection: Episode 1) by Elizabeth Lee~ Includes Excerpt, Teasers, and Giveaway!
We're celebrating the release of SPEND THE NIGHT, Episode 1 by Elizabeth Lee! Check out the excerpt and giveaway below!
Welcome to The Wellesley-Crawford...
Hannah Wellesley has spent her entire life running the halls of her family-owned hotel, the infamous and opulent Wellesley-Crawford. Noted as one of the city's richest, most luxurious hotels in Chicago, the WC is what Hannah has devoted her life and career to.
The hotel’s Annual Masquerade Gala is the event of the year, but this year Hannah’s evening involves more than just handing out masks. After a mysterious rendezvous in a secluded stairwell with an irresistible and unidentifiable man, Hannah becomes consumed with discovering the identity of her masked lover. Just as she’s about to give up the search, two men blow back into her life with drastically different intentions. They both have secrets and uncovering them will lead Hannah down a darkly dangerous path.
Drawn to both of the intriguing bachelors, she’ll have to determine which one is after her heart and which one plans to do her deadly harm before it’s too late.
“Hey, Hannah!” Myles, my favorite bartender, shouted over the music coming from the in-house deejay. “What can I getcha?”
“Hi, Myles,” I smiled. “I'll think I'll have a rum and diet tonight.”
He quickly went to work mixing up my drink. Myles was probably the nicest guy who worked at the hotel. He was average height and build. His hipster style suited him so well. Tonight he was wearing a pair of straight-legged black jeans, a pair of black converse tennis shoes, a vintage AC/DC T-shirt with his signature thick-framed black glasses. His thick, brown hair was styled in his just-got-out-of-bed way, which could be described as perfected chaos. He placed my drink down in front of me and started wiping down the bar with the towel he had tossed over his shoulder. “Want me to run this on your tab?”
Before I could answer, a twenty-dollar bill appeared next to I drink. “I've got it.”
I assumed it was Carter, but was surprised when I looked over my shoulder to see Trent standing there.
“Sure thing, Mr. Crawford.” Myles took the cash and made his way towards the cash register.
“I can buy my own drink,” I interjected, placing my clutch on the top of the bar. “Here Myles,” I started to hand him my own twenty-dollar bill, when Trent held up his hand.
“I know you that you can afford your own drinks, Hannah,” he said waving Myles off. “Keep the change. And call me Trent,” he said, as they exchanged courteous nods. He turned his attention back to me. “Consider this a peace offering.” He clinked his beer bottle against my glass.
“It's going to take more than just a drink,” I scoffed, pulling my glass to my lips. After the way he'd embarrassed me in front of the board, he could have shown up with a truck load of Bacardi and I still would have been pissed.
“Sorry for being a dick today. That was not at all the way I wanted you to find out that I was interested in running the hotel.”
“It was a pretty shitty way for me to find out. You could have said something last night.”
“I know,” he agreed. “It's just...my family has a really complicated way of doing things.”
“I'm well aware,” I reassured him. I may have been young when the drama with Damien happened, but I'd heard enough over the years that ‘easy’ and ‘breezy’ were not words that were often associated with the Crawford name. “What I'd really like to know is why you have a sudden interest in running this hotel at all? You haven't been here for years.”
Born and raised in the middle of a Midwestern cornfield (not literally, that would be weird), I’ve spent my entire life imagining stories. Stories where the right guy always gets the right girl, first kisses are as magical as they are on the big screen and anything is completely possible if you believe.
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Happy Release Day to Jessica Sorensen and her new book RUIN ME! This is book 5 in the Nova Series and can be read as a standalone. Make sure to enter the giveaway below for a chance to win an ebook copy of this book. Good luck!
A part time student, CNA, and caretaker for her slightly deranged mother, Clara McKiney doesn’t have time for a relationship. That’s why her friends with benefits arrangement with sexy and ridiculously charming Jax Hensley works perfectly.But Jax has other ideas. The moment Jax met Clara he was instantly drawn to her wittiness, confidence, and gorgeous smile. Even though he agreed to the friends with benefits arrangement, he secretly hopes for more than their weekend hook ups. When Jax's estranged mother mysteriously disappears, he sees an opportunity to spend more time with Clara. After convincing her to return home with him, a new agreement is made. One road trip and week together to find out why his mom vanished into thin air. Things are about to get complicated.
Author: Lili St. Germain
Series: Cartel #1
Genre: Biker Erotica
Release Date: 27th January 2015
The first full length Gypsy Brothers novel from the smash hit author Lili St. Germain.
How much is a life worth?
I grew up in Colombia, the daughter of a wealthy drug lord. I lived a life of extravagance, until one day a drug run went horribly wrong and everything came crashing down around us.
I was given away. A payment for a debt. The Gypsy Brothers Motorcycle Club became my new owners, and I did everything I could to survive.
But falling in love with the man who owned me wasn't part of the plan...
She paused with the bread in her hand, looking around the room in mock surprise. ‘You mean, we’re not Beauty and the fucking Beast?’
‘Well, you’re certainly beautiful,’ he said.
‘And you’re definitely a beast,’ she countered, pushing her empty bowl away and resting back on the bed.
‘But there’s no happy ever after for you,’ Dornan added, his eyes trailing over the chains to reach the cuffs that were now permanent bracelets on her wrists.
‘No,’ she said evenly, matching his intense gaze. ‘Not for any of us. Not in this world.’
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Six Brothers (Gypsy Brother, Book Two)
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Five Miles (Gypsy Brothers, Book Three)
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Four Score (Gypsy Brothers, Four)
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Three Years (Gypsy Brothers, Book Five)
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Two Roads (Gypsy Brothers, Book Six)
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One Love (Gypsy Brothers, Book Seven)
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Release Day Blitz: Temperance (The Arcanian Chronicles #1) by Ella Frank~Includes Excerpt & Giveaway
“Tell me about this place. This…Arcania.”
What if your life as you knew it ceased to exist?
That is the question Naeve Brannigan and her three sisters are faced with on the eve of their 25th birthday.
Continuing a tradition they’ve hidden from their mother for years, the four women arrive at a tarot shop to have their futures told.
Only this time their futures aren’t predicted—they’re forever changed.
They’ve awoken in a strange time and place with no knowledge of how they got there. All they have to go by is the word of a man who claims to be family—a family they’ve never heard of.
He tells them of a world they could never have imagined. One that has been cursed by an Empress fueled by old revenge—revenge their mother appears to be at the center of.
As they fight to survive the people and dangers of an unknown land, they slowly begin to unravel its mysteries to find that they hold the key to saving this world…this Arcania.
The question that remains for each of them is: Who do you become when the you that you always were is no longer?
This story begins in the past, in Arcania, with our main character's mother, Maeve, and her own three siblings on their twenty-fifth birthday. Maeve, along with her brother and two sisters all play an integral role in Arcanian society, and, in reliving their past, we understand quite a bit more about their world by the time we meet Naeve and her three sisters-- on, you guessed it, their twenty-fifth birthday. And theirs is just as life-changing as their mother's.
Maeve and one of her sisters, Rhiannon, had been "removed" from Arcania, and have lived in North Carolina for the past twenty-five years, raising Maeve's four children-- with no memory of how or why they came to be there. Only their trust that the Hierophant (the most powerful being in their world) surely had a good reason to place them there eases their confusion. Slightly. There has to be more to it, they're adamant. And, at this point in the book, I was dying to know what that reason might be. I was anxious to find out what came of some characters that we're introduced to early on. Very quickly, you will be left with a million questions, eager to uncover the events that have led everyone to where they are, and wondering what comes next.
It's almost like experiencing two different stories. Maeve, and her siblings'-- along with her own love story with Lach'Lan (swoon)-- and Naeve's own adventure with her family. It was quite entertaining. The characters were fun, and their banter constantly brought a smile to my face. There's a plethora of supporting characters, so I found myself flipping backwards pretty often in the beginning to make sure I remembered everyone. I got names/roles mixed up a little at first, but that might just be me. However, each character had their own distinct and rich personality, and brought a lot to the story. Eventually, it wasn't so daunting.
Speaking of the many characters, Bastian was a someone that I very much enjoyed getting to know. He was a complex character with a difficult past (and future?), a quick temper, but still with a sense of humor. Kai was also a favorite! There are a lot of characters that are truly nothing like they originally seem.
I'm generally not a fan of books that give you more than two characters' points-of-view, especially not so quickly (I don't like to just get comfortable in a one character's mind, only to be abruptly switched to another's). That's not to say that the POV change was done poorly in this instance, it is just something that put me off a bit, personally, and I think it's worth mentioning. This, however, might not bother some readers, so don't let it discourage you from reading Temperance. I definitely enjoyed the story despite this.
I have to say, at about 28% or so, I began to feel a little... frustrated, although, that might be a harsh way to describe how I felt. Conflicted, maybe? I felt like, at that point, the story should have been progressing a bit more, yet... only about two days had passed. Two days! Yes, things were happening. Yes, I was into the story. But I was so ready to get on with things. This was actually true for about half of the book, sadly, and it was a good thing I was already super curious about how this story would (finally) unfold, because it might have bothered me even more otherwise. And just when things finally started to happen more quickly... it was over faster than I would have liked. I wanted more, in the best way.
Overall, I did really enjoy Temperance. The writing flowed beautifully. The premise of the story was interesting and entertaining, the characters captivating. And, in true Ella Frank fashion, the few sex scenes packed plenty of heat. I think it was a great jump into fantasy for this author. I'm only hoping that, now that a lot of the back story has been established, we are able to jump right into the action in the next installment. This world that Frank has created has a lot of potential, and can branch off into many different directions. I'll be excited to revisit these characters (Especially Kai! *swoon*) and see where their story leads! I was left with tons of questions and I can't wait to get the answers.
The low, gravelly voice reverberated through her as she felt a tear escape the corner of her eye. The arm that was banded across her chest was full-on muscle as it easily held her in place against a body that was as impenetrable as a brick wall.
Naeve didn’t move a muscle, but she lowered her eyes the best she could and saw a black leather glove that went halfway up that thick forearm. As the hand on her right shoulder tightened, she grimaced and felt the tip of the knife press against her throat.
“Where is your other sister?”
Naeve remained silent, not sure she could even remember how to speak, and then she felt those fingers grip her shoulder harder as they spun her around and pulled her up close.
The sight that greeted her was like something from her worst nightmare.
She couldn’t have imagined ever feeling the terror she felt right then. For that reason alone, she’d never known that her response would be to become one hundred percent paralyzed.
As she stared up at the towering figure before her, she had to wonder if maybe she was already dead and he’d been sent to collect her. Cloaked from head to toe in nothing but black, he almost blended into the shadows except for the shiny blade he had pointed at her throat. She couldn’t make out a face behind the hood and mask, but all she continued to hope was that, if he planned to kill her, he’d do it fast.
Author: Aly Martinez
Release Date: January 14, 2015
One accident. Four lives. Forever changed.
It was only a single moment, but it destroyed us all.
Changing Course After a tragic accident robs him of a future with his wife, Brett Sharp must let go of the past and learn to love again. But what happens when the woman he used to love refuses to accept the woman he can’t live without?
Stolen Course After the loss of his fiancee, Caleb Jones is angry and numb. His only goal is to make the woman who killed her pay. But what happens when everything he knows to be true explodes around him? Who will be left to pick up the pieces, and who will need to be saved from the wreckage?
Among The Echoes After being stripped of her identity, Dr. Erica Hill had long since stopped living. The day she meets celebrity boxer, Slate Andrews, her life drastically changes for the better...and the worse. She's on the run, determined not to take him down with her, but absolutely unable to let him go.
Broken Course After the fated accident that killed her best friend, Sarah Erickson is left consumed by guilt and self loathing. But can a second broken soul be enough to fill the voids of her own? Or will such scarred pasts prove too much for love alone to overcome?
The Set Includes the following books by Aly Martinez:
Changing Course (Wrecked and Ruined #1)
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Date Published: January 29, 2014
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I met Sarah Kate Erickson when I was twenty-one years old. I was lucky enough to keep her for seven years before a tragic accident stole her from me. She didn’t die, but sometimes I think it would have been easier if she had.
I lived in a haze for those four years after the accident. Catering to her every need, even though she hated the very sight of my face. I tried to hold on to her and the future that we were supposed to build together. But you can’t hold on to someone that doesn’t exist anymore.
It wasn’t until I met Jesse Addison, a barista at the local coffee shop, that I realized I didn’t just lose Sarah that tragic night, I lost myself as well. Jesse taught me how to let go of the past and learn to love again. But what happens when your past haunts your present and the woman you used to love refuses to accept the woman you can’t live without?
**Intended for readers 18+. Each book in this series can be read as a standalone.**
Stolen Course (Wrecked and Ruined #2)
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Date Published: January 29, 2014
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I fell in love with Manda Baker eight years ago, and I loved her to the core of her soul. We were supposed to have that elusive happily ever after and spend a lifetime together. But that was all before she was STOLEN from me.
Her best friend, Sarah Erickson, killed her. It wasn’t intentional. It was far worse. Everyone claims it was just an accident, but I can see through the lies. Even if it’s with my dying breath, I will make her pay for what she did.
Fate hates me. It robbed me of my first love and left me to navigate through this world emotionless and numb. Then, one day, spiteful fate gave me a woman to fill my shattered soul and make me feel again. It gave me Emma Jane Erickson. Now I spend my days searching for the answers that will ruin Sarah and my nights falling in love with her sister—the one person who is bound and determined to save her.
But what happens when everything you know to be true explodes around you? Who will be left to pick up the pieces, and who will need to be saved from the wreckage?
Among the Echoes (Wrecked and Ruined #2.5)
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Date Published: July 31, 2014
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*Among The Echoes is a stand alone novel which contains material that may be offensive to some readers. Including sexual abuse, graphic language, and adult situations. Intended for readers 18+.*
My name was Dr. Erica Hill. I was a victim, then a witness, and then I ceased to exist altogether.
I may still be breathing, but stripped of my identity, I have long since stopped living. I am invisible, and my life depends on my ability to stay in the shadows.
But he sees me.
Slate Andrews is the embodiment of everything I have been taught to avoid. He’s rich and famous, and one image of him with a woman would earn millions for any paparazzi lucky enough to snap it. He has vowed to protect me with his life, yet he exposes me with his every breath. I should be stronger and walk away. I should disappear. But I’m terrified he would come after me.
I’m on the run, determined not to take him down with me but absolutely unable to let him go.
My name is Riley Peterson…at least for today.
Broken Course (Wrecked and Ruined #3)
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Date Published: November 6, 2014
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Seven years ago, my life changed forever. One accident and the person I saw in the mirror no longer resembled the woman I used to be. I was lost and confused inside my own body. I felt alone and disconnected from the world, carrying the incredible weight of guilt and loss that wasn't even mine to harbor.
Then fate led me to Leo James. He taught me that crazy could be perfectly normal and it shouldn't hurt to breathe. Don't get me wrong. Leo isn't perfect. He has his own cross to bear, and the truth is, that might be why I fell for him in the first place. But despite everything he does for me, learning to forgive myself is infinitely harder than overlooking the flaws of another.
Now, the secrets and lies of our past have begun to dictate our future—threatening to ruin us before we get the chance to try. Perhaps we were cursed from the start. Or maybe, just maybe, the remnants of our fractured lives will fit together to form one whole, where love isn’t questioned and being happy is…well, easy.
Can a second broken soul be enough to fill the voids of my own? Or will such scarred pasts prove too much for our love alone to overcome?
Born and raised in Savannah, Georgia, Aly Martinez is a stay-at-home mom to four crazy kids under the age of five- including a set of twins. Currently living in Chicago, she passes what little free time she has reading anything and everything she can get her hands on, preferably with a glass of wine at her side.
After some encouragement from her friends, Aly decided to add “Author” to her ever-growing list of job titles. So grab a glass of Chardonnay, or a bottle if you’re hanging out with Aly, and join her aboard the crazy train she calls life.
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