The blast of a .38-caliber revolver sends me crashing to my knees, landing in the road, with gravel digging deep into the flesh of my knees.
My hands grip the gritty ground, as if my life depends on it, making my fingers bleed. Who knows, at this point, maybe it does.
Even with my eyes closed, I can feel the world spinning around me, my body threatening to give up and lose what control I have left. Tears stream down my horror-stricken face and a silent scream is threatening to form in my throat. It hurts. It hurts like hell.
That’s when I hear it. A bloodcurdling scream that makes my blood run cold. Except, it’s not my screaming that is roaring through my ears as I expected.
It’s the screaming of a woman. A very angry, hysterical woman.
The only thing I can decipher is, “Call 911. Somebody fucking call 911. There’s blood everywhere.”
I can hear bodies shuffling nearby, some of them even tripping over me to get away, but I can only process one thought. He’s gone. Please don’t let him be gone.
With force, I am yanked to my feet, a large hand smacking me across the face, causing blood to taste on my tongue.
I try to focus, but my vision is too blurred to make any sense of who has control of my body and at this point, I’m not so sure it even matters.
“This is your fault,” the deep voice growls as I spit blood onto his filthy boots. Narrowing his eyes, he wraps my hair securely around his hand and yanks my head back, hard, while his other hand tightens around my throat, squeezing. “You’re going to pay for this if it’s the last thing I do, you stupid bitch.”
He lets go of my neck and shoves me down to the ground so my face is pressed into the gravel, his boot crushing into the back of my skull. Dirt and rocks dig into my left eye, making it even harder to see through the tears. I desperately look for the man that hasn’t only crushed then stolen my heart just to crush it again, but has also replaced a part of me that I thought was long ago lost.
Realizing that my search is pointless, I just lay there defeated, feeling half-alive, but mostly dead. “Go ahead,” I whisper. “See if you can hurt me anymore than you already have. I dare you.” My body’s trembling, but I look him dead in the eye anyways. I’m not scared of dying. Not after losing the biggest part of me, my heart. “Losing him will be my last regret.” I shift so that I’m looking at the deep scars that cover his face. They make me sick. He makes me sick. “That and not killing you when I had the chance.”
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with tattooed bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she’s not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorites shows such as Sons Of Anarchy, Dexter and True Blood.
She is the author of Wake Up Call and This Regret and is currently working on more releases for 2014.
Facebook | Goodreads
Author: Leighton Del Mia
Release Date: February 27, 2014
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance Standalone
They call me Hero.
I ask for nothing in return, and that makes me good.
That which makes me the ultimate predator also feeds dark impulses I’ve learned to control—until I bring her too close. For years I’ve watched her from afar, but what started out as duty has become obsession.
I work hard.
I play by the rules.
My scars are quiet and invisible, and that keeps me hidden.
One fateful walk home, I’m taken by someone I didn’t know I should fear. Captive and afraid, nobody will tell me why I’m confined to this hauntingly beautiful mansion. I’m given everything; I have nothing. He takes what he needs from me, and for that I hate him. But I might have loved him once.
And just because you’re reading this doesn’t mean I survive him.
“What is this?” I ask, narrowing my eyes.
Jasmine drifts under my nose as she walks away from me to her seat.
“I told you not to dress up for dinner.”
“I thought you’d like it,” she says, lowering herself gracefully into the chair. Her back is straight as a rod, and her fingers are laced. “You don’t?”
Norman decorates the table with food as I stare Cataline down. He clears his throat. “For dinner, we have—”
He pauses. Though my eyes are still fastened on Cataline, I know he’s watching me as he bows his head. “As you wish, sir.”
I stand and slowly walk the line of the long table. My footsteps echo through the hall, appropriately menacing. I’ve just come from a burning building but am back in my suit and tie to maintain appearances. And my ridiculous glasses, which I remove and toss aside. She’ll believe I’ve just returned from the office. When I’m standing over her, she tugs up the neckline of the dress and blinks at me. I resist smirking as she tucks hair behind her ear twice.
“Well,” she says, “aren’t we going to eat?”
“I’m going to eat.”
“As far as I’m concerned, there’s only one meal at this table, and it’s you.”
My ears pick up her slow swallow, my eyes the curl of her hands in her lap. “That sounds like a threat,” she says quietly.
I bend over, flatten one hand on the table and wrap the other around the arm of her chair. “It’s not. This is a threat: if you’re not naked and spread out on this table in two seconds, I’m going to spank you so hard, you won’t know up from down.”
“I will disappoint you. I will hurt you. If I could be different, I would. But I don’t think I can.”
Declarations and sacrifices have been made. After three years, a better life is finally on the horizon. But when the past leaves marks that are both painful and permanent, is there ever such a thing as starting over? Can memories be replaced or forgotten—and should they be?
Keep Me is a follow-up novella for Hero readers who want a glimpse of life after breakfast. It is only intended to be enjoyed after Hero and is not a standalone. It is entirely optional and not essential to the original plot.
Website | Facebook | Twitter
Some days feel like years, but in Ember Brycin’s case just the opposite is true. She had only been in the Otherworld for a day or two when she returned back to the Earth's realm. But it is three years later on Earth. Em is now 22. It would matter if she was human, but she’s not. She is a Dae, part Demon and part Fay, with a little Dark Dweller thrown in to make her even more of a freak.
Seeing Seattle rebuilt only confirms she has been gone three years. For her it was not long ago that the Seattle area was just rubble of concrete and death. All done by her hand.
One thing that hasn’t changed, though, is her undeniable connection to Eli Dragen, who is sexy, gorgeous, and even more volatile and frustrating. But her problems go way past him. The Seelie Queen of the Otherworld still holds Mark, Em’s father, and her friends, Ryan, and Josh as hostages. Em needs to rescue them without, once again, getting caught and being used as a pawn to help the Queen regain possession of Earth. At the same time Ember is in hot water with Lars, the Unseelie King, after breaking her contract with him.
As some secrets have come to light others seem to become even more enigmatic. The only truth Ember knows is,everyone is harboring secrets. As Eli’s past is revealed, Em understands more clearly why he acts the way he does and how much their lives are intertwined. But she also knows Eli is holding something back, something that could change their relationship forever.
Em herself continues to wrestle with her feelings toward Torin and her own secret she’s withholding from Kennedy. As the tension for war mounts between the Seelie and Unseelie (Light and Dark), the tension at the Dark Dweller’s compound mounts even more as they prepare to obtain the sword no matter what the price. But is Ember the answer to the location of the sword? Is she the one to fulfill the prophecy? As usual nothing is ever what it seems.
Stacey Marie Brown by day is an Interior/Set Designer, by night a writer of Paranormal Fantasy, Adventure, and Literary Fiction. She grew up in Northern California, where she ran around on her family’s farm, raising animals, riding horses, playing flashlight tag, and turning hay bales into cool forts. Even before she could write, she was creating stories and making up intricate fantasies. Writing came as easy as breathing. She later turned that passion into acting, living and traveling abroad, and designing. Though she had never stopped writing, moving back to San Francisco seemed to have brought it back to the forefront and this time it would not be ignored.
When she’s not writing she’s out hiking, spending time with friends, traveling, listening to music, or designing.
Title: Fifty First Times: A New Adult Anthology
Published by: Avon Impulse
Publication date: February 25th 2014
Category: New Adult
You always remember your first time...
Whether it's the couple who decides not to go through with it, the two boys who finally aren't ashamed, the newlyweds whose wedding night could very well be their last night together, the deaf pair who have no choice but to take body language to a new level--or, of course, the two young lovers fumbling and laughing, getting everything wrong. These are the memories that will never fade.
Join nineteen fantastic authors as they pull back the curtain and give you a peek inside that one intense moment in their characters' lives when everything changes and nothing will ever be the same again.
Featuring stories from some of the hottest names in New Adult, Young Adult, and Romance including New York Times Bestselling authors J.Lynn/Jennifer Armentrout, Molly McAdams, Sophie Jordan, and Carrie Ryan.
NOTE: These stories are works of fiction. If you want to know about our first times, you'll have to buy us a pet monkey first.
"I twist the ring around my left finger. It’s foreign to my body, but in the same way a new pet is foreign to a person’s home. It represents work and responsibility, but somehow you know that it will eventually become a part of you. Jack’s already a part of me. It’s just the ring that’s new."
The friendzone wasn’t such a bad place to be. I saw how Allen treated the people he slept with. They were as disposable as red Solo cups. “I’m an equal opportunity lover,” he once told me, “but you can call me a slut.”
“No, if I were brave I would have—“ but I’m not even brave enough to say the words. Instead I take another swallow wine while I finish the sentence in my head. Would have let you make a move on me. Would have touched you. Would have kissed you.”
“Perhaps the gods hadn't been so perverse after all.”
“Don’t push me away, V. I may not know as much as I want to about you, but the thing you need to know about me is I’m a persistent son of a bitch, and I will wear you down.”
Share your first time . . .
Ok I'll start . . .
The very first time I met an author was in Edinburgh and I dragged my friend along to meet Samantha Young with me. I was quite shy and the whole meeting lasted about five minutes as I had no idea what to say! Samantha was lovely and after a few awkward moments of gushing over her stories, I walked away a happy lady with my book signed. Since then I have stalked erm.. met Samantha a few more times and even attended my first big signing in London. I also now know authors love to hear from us so I let my fangirling rein free ;-)
Author: Melody Grace:
Series: Beachwood Bay #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Category: New Adult
Release Date: March 18, 2014
Fall in love with Beachwood Bay in Melody Grace’s USA Today and internationally bestselling series!
"I’ve spent my whole life chasing perfection: perfect looks, perfect man, perfect home. But in one brutal moment, I realized it was all just a beautiful lie…"
Carina MacKenzie is fleeing from her past. Picking up the wreckage of her shattered dreams, she seeks comfort in the only place she’s ever felt safe: Beachwood Bay.
Garrett Sawyer isn’t looking to be anyone’s savior. Scarred by old betrayals, he’s sworn never to put his heart on the line again -- especially not for a damaged, high-maintenance girl like Carina. But passion knows no logic, and soon, their reckless chemistry is making him forget his bitter vows.
Two damaged hearts. The hope of true love. As their passion blazes out of control, Carina and Garrett struggle to escape their legacies of hurt. But can you ever outrun the past? And when everything is on the line, can they trust enough to build a love that's unconditional?
*This book contains adult situations and explicit content. 17+*
“What the hell?”
Panic claws my chest and I scream again, reaching blindly for something to fight him off. Squatters and junkies and all kinds of dangerous men fill my mind as my hand closes around something solid on the hall table and I swing with everything I’ve got.
“Goddamn!” The figure reels back, stumbling against the wall.
“Get away from me!” I cry, shaking. My heart is racing so fast I think it might beat right out of my chest. I grip the object in my hand tighter. “Don’t touch me!”
“I’m not trying to touch you!” the man roars, angry. “I just want to know what you’re doing breaking into my goddamn house!”
The light flips on. I reel back, blinded by the sudden glare, but as the daze clears and my eyes flick back into focus, I see the man in front of me for the first time.
I stop breathing.
He’s half-naked, that’s the first thing I notice. Jesus, his body is like nothing I’ve ever seen before: tanned bronze and chiseled like a Greek god, but not like the guys I’ve dated, all waxed and pumped from hours at a fancy gym. This guy is real, raw, all muscle and power, with a web of dark tattoos snaking over the bicep of his right arm. I feel a flush roll through me, hot with prickling awareness, but I can’t look away as I take in his tight, sculpted six-pack abs, and the trail of dark hair leading down to the waistband of his navy briefs…
“Don’t mind me, darlin’,” his voice comes. “Any time you’re done looking…”
I snap my eyes up to his face, blushing. Then I look at him for real and it all clicks into place.
“Oh.” My heart clenches in my chest as I recognize him for the first time. “It’s you.”
Unshaven face. Messy bronzed bed-head hair. And a pair of stormy ocean-blue eyes scowling at me like I’m the last person on earth he wants to see.
And, I can say, the feeling is entirely mutual.
“It’s me,” Garrett Sawyer agrees in a low, Southern drawl. He strides over and snatches the vase from my hand, setting it down on the table with a thud. “Now, you want to tell me what the hell you’re doing creeping around my house at three in the goddamn morning?”
I catch my breath, the flush of desire mingling with irritation. I nearly had a heart attack trying to get in here, and he’s the one with an attitude?
“It’s not your house,” I snap, my heart still racing. “It’s mine.”
“Well, if you wanna get technical, it belongs to Emerson,” Garrett corrects me, glaring. “But I’m the only one here with permission to stay.”
“Why do you need a place?” I try to pull myself together, smoothing back my hair and yanking down my dress. “Don’t you live above that dirty old bar?”
“Nah.” Garrett paces closer, his full lips stretching into a lazy grin. “Usually I just go straight out back and roll around in the filth like a pig.”
His smile is heart-stopping, a whiskey smile, honeyed and dangerous and just inches away from me now. Despite my irritation, I feel another wave of heat roll through me, automatically rising to his nearness like a magnet spinning off its axis to find true north.
I ignore the kick of my pulse and fold my arms across my chest. “You’re disgusting,” I retort, ignoring the shiver in my bloodstream.
“And you’re trespassing.” His gaze hungrily drifts over my body. I glance down, and see the rip has torn the skirt to the top of my thigh. I blush, yanking it shut.
“Look, I’m tired, OK?” I exclaim, self-conscious. “I’ve been driving all night, I didn’t know anyone would be here. I just need a place to sleep. Can we save all your territorial bullshit for the morning?”
Garrett raises an eyebrow at me, like he’s amused. I brace myself for more arguing, but instead, he gives a casual shrug. “Why not?”
I exhale with relief. “I’ve got a suitcase out front,” I tell him.
He smirks. “Then you better go get it. Spare bedroom upstairs, I’m sure you know the way.”
My mouth drops open, but before I can complain, there’s a noise from above us.
“Garrett?” a female voice sounds, and then a woman appears at the top of the stairs. She’s wearing an oversized T-shirt that barely skims her tanned thighs, her dark hair mussed up, makeup smudged around her eyes. “What’s going on?”
“Nothing, honey,” Garrett calls up to her. “Go back to sleep.”
“But it’s cold.” The woman pouts suggestively. “I need you to come keep me warm.”
I roll my eyes, watching as Garrett flashes her one of his easy grins. “I’ll be right up, sugar. And then I want my T-shirt back.”
“Come and get it.” The woman giggles, then disappears back to the bedroom, leaving us alone in the foyer again.
“Honey?” I challenge him. “Sugar? Why not just admit you don’t even know her name?”
Garrett smirks at me. “Sure I do. It’s Lauren, or Laurie. Or maybe it was Lorna…” He frowns, pretending to think, and even though I know he’s just doing it to get a rise out of me, I can’t help but make a dismissive snort.
“Must be true love.”
Garrett narrows his eyes. “What I do with my life is none of your goddamn business. So why don’t you quit bitching and let me get back to sleep.”
I blink, thrown by the sudden change in his tone. “I’m not the one standing around giving me a hard time,” I retort. “I’d be asleep by now if you hadn’t come prowling around, trying to play hero.”
“Whatever you say, darlin’.” Garrett turns away and starts climbing the stairs. Then he pauses, turning back to me with a wicked grin, and says, “But you might want to wear earplugs. Lorna likes it loud."
Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
Release Day Launch - Hard As You Can (Hard Ink #2) by Laura Kaye ~ Excerpt, Ava's Review and Giveaway
Title: Hard As You Can
Author: Laura Kaye
Series: Hard Ink #2
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: February 25, 2014
Five dishonored soldiers.
Former Special Forces.
One last mission.
These are the men of Hard Ink.
Ever since hard-bodied, drop-dead-charming Shane McCallan strolled into the dance club where Crystal Dean works, he’s shown a knack for getting beneath her defenses. For her little sister’s sake, Crystal can’t get too close. Until her job and Shane’s mission intersect, and he reveals talents that go deeper than she could have guessed.
Shane would never turn his back on a friend in need, especially a former Special Forces teammate running a dangerous, off-the-books operation. Nor can he walk away from Crystal. The gorgeous waitress is hiding secrets she doesn't want him to uncover. Too bad. He’s exactly the man she needs to protect her sister, her life, and her heart. All he has to do is convince her that when something feels this good, you hold on as hard as you can—and never let go.
Buy Hard As You Can at Amazon | Amazon UK | B&N | iTunes | Kobo
“Edgy, sexy, and full of suspense! A great read from a great new author!”
~J.R. Ward on Hard As It Gets
Today, I’m excited to share Shane and Crystal’s first kiss! Don’t you love first kiss scenes? Gah! I so do. *grins* Here we go:
“Tell me not to,” Shane said, his voice a raw scrape.
“I can’t,” Crystal whispered in a shaky voice. “I don’t want to.”
Shane’s body took over then, all urgent need and basic instinct. The rest of the world be damned. He pulled her in and kissed her, his lips devouring, his tongue exploring deep. Nothing held back. Nothing denied. Not even as her lips reawakened the sting from the cut on his lip. Totally worth it.
Crystal’s arms came up around him. She trembled against him, and Shane wasn’t sure if it was caused by adrenaline or fear. Unable to tolerate the thought that she might feel forced, he eased off.
She moaned and held him tighter, like his retreat had made something snap within her. Their kisses deepened, and her body moved against his, sinuously, maddeningly, desperately.
They tasted one another again and again, giving in to the heat that had sparked between them from the moment Crystal had collided with him at Confessions. Little nips and bites of lips and teeth warred with long, sensual strokes of tongue that stole his breath and made him instantly hard. The sting in his lip, the throb of his GSW, the aches from Nick’s asskicking, every bit of it faded away—no, her touch made it all go away.
The few times they’d spoken, Crystal had most often been guarded, tentative, fearful. Just as she’d been when he first kissed her. But, now, she was revealing a passionate woman who could be fearless, giving and receiving openly and without hesitation. Christ, the thought that this fierceness was the real Crystal slayed him because it meant she was burying and denying her true self, not because she wanted to, but because she had to.
No, because someone forced her to.
The thought reminded him of the bruises on her arm. Shane had known this woman for three days, and twice in that time she’d been hurt by another man. And both as a consequence for things Shane had done.
A crack of thunder echoed from the heavens, making Crystal jump and gasp into his mouth.
“I’ve got you,” he rasped around a kiss.
Part of him wanted to say more, to tell her he had her and he’d keep her safe. But he couldn’t make himself give up her heat, her sweetness, her obvious hunger—for him.
So he made her a silent promise instead.
Never again, Crystal. He’ll never hurt you again. Not on my watch.
Because Shane McCallan had made a mistake like that once. And, as bad as his sister’s disappearance had been, something’s happening to Crystal would actually be worse because Shane knew it was coming. The one break he’d ever given himself over Molly was that he’d had no way to know she’d be abducted. Didn’t excuse the role he played in allowing it to happen, but he couldn’t have known. But with Crystal, while he might not know when or how this Bruno asshole would strike out to do the ultimate damage, it was all but a done deal at this point. Always was with guys like him. And Shane would go to the grave before he let it happen, before he failed another female for whom he cared.
Because he did care. Made no damn sense given how long he’d known her. And the timing was beyond piss-poor. But there it was all the same.
So that’s Shane and Crystal starting to give in to what they feel for one another – I hope you enjoyed! Did you have a favorite line? Thanks for reading!
"Once, there'd been a girl named Sara, and her life had been good. One day, Sara would live again. . . Until then, she'd wait. And act. And survive."
Following on from Hard as it Gets, the mission continues but this time Shane McCallan takes the spotlight.
Shane was the perfect combination of a guy for me, the man was all tough exterior, that would fight to the death for a comrade and loved one but at the same time he had a heart of gold. He was carrying around a world of guilt from the pain of his childhood and that had given him a superhero complex, he felt the need to save any girl in trouble, it eased the guilt he would forever bare. Crystal, a waitress at the club that held Charlie, was no exception. From their brief run in, Shane knew she needed his help, he just didn't realise she would be the game changer for him. The way that man could turn from tender, sweet and protective to downright Alpha had me melting in my seat *sigh* he's a keeper!
"Last thing he wanted was for the team to worry he'd lost objectivity because he'd gotten attached to the girl. Even though, damn, he was kinda getting attached to the girl. And wasn't that a red-handed smack in the ass."
"One of them was being terrorized by a man Shane absolutely burned to kill with his bare hands. When he and Bruno finally met face-to-face, Shane was going to bathe in the bastard's blood and dance on the dust of his bones."
"You don't have to show me, Crystal. But you do need to know there's nothing on your body I won't love and respect. Because it's you."
Crystal, or Sara as she was known before her mix up in the seedy world of the Churchmen, was working hard at Confessions, paying off her debt that her father left to her and her sister. Crystal was mixed up with Bruno, one of the top dogs and even though Crystal abhorred her life she knew if she could survive a few more months then her and Jenna could flee. Only thing Crystal didn't count on was Shane McCallan entering her world and saving it.
"He made her want to throw caution to the wind and, for just once in her life, take what she wanted. Openly. Wantonly. Unapologetically."
"Crystal pressed her hands to her chest. Not wanting to lose the feeling suddenly expanding within. Because the constant sensation of emptiness that had left her cold for so many years was gone, replaced by something new. Foreign. Scary."
"Crystal-no, Sara-was very likely falling for Shane McCallan."
I really loved Crystal and Shane together; they were two broken souls needing to find their other half who could heal them. Crystal had suffered due to the debt her father had left and for that, she bore the permanent scars, but she would do it all over again to keep her sister from that world. Shane was broken from the loss of his own sister and he still felt guilty over those circumstances. My heart broke for him and during the scenes with the butterfly necklace, my tears couldn't hold back any longer. If I had one wish, it would be for more Crystal and Shane time, with the set up of the characters and Bruno being Crystal's boyfriend, they really didn't have much time together. I felt the balance of action and romance wasn't as even as it was in the first story and I yearned for more scenes with Crystal and Shane. Again the timeline is really short so it was only a matter of days before Crystal and Shane were declaring strong feelings for each other, this did cause my allergy of instalove to flare up, but I did love these characters so I was able handle it.
"You're so good to me, Shane McCallan. Do you know that? You're the best man I've ever known."
"It's easy to be good to someone when you love them the way I love you."
So much happened in this instalment of the story, as well as the investigation taking shocking twists and turns, Shane finding Crystal and wanting to help her and her sister Jenna, it was also about the five fallen soldiers repairing their own relationships. Shane and Nick especially had some ill feelings towards each other, once the air was cleared, the group grew tighter and their bonds were imperative as they discovered who they were up against and realised the cover up was bigger than any of them ever imagined. It was great to witness the character growth and the relationships form with each of the characters, I really hope to see them strengthen and continue with each story.
"Something special had happened these past few days. They were becoming a family born of choice rather than blood."
Once again, I really enjoyed Laura Kaye's writing; I was absorbed in this gang and their mission. My nerves were fraught every time they had to leave the safety of Hard Ink and I was repeatedly willing Shane to just scoop Crystal up and keep her safe. I found myself highlighting many passages, as I loved the imagery and the phrasing was often poetic, the story really was well-written.
"Because they weren't just fighting for their own honor. They were also fighting for the honor of six good men who could no longer stand up for themselves. Doing right by those men wasn't a choice, it was a duty."
"Shane was right in front of her. A rock in the middle of a raging sea, a refuge she might claim if she had the strength and the will and the nerve to fight for it. To believe she deserved it."
The story line is just heating up and shows no sign of slowing down, again the couple's story is resolved for the most part but as far as the mystery surrounding Becca and Charlie's father, well as one question is answered, another three appear in its place. I love that the mystery has held my attention for the two books so far and I really can't wait to have all answers. Easy's story is up next and I do wonder if Jenna will appear more heavily in that one. I look forward to the next instalment.
If you love hot guys from the Special Forces, mystery and action with a whole lot of sexiness thrown in, then you need to check out this series today!
Read my review of Hard As It Gets HERE
Website | Blog | Facebook | Hard Ink Puppy FB | Twitter | Newsletter SignUp
Author: Ginger Scott
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: February 25, 2014
It takes a while to know who you really are. And when you lose your way, sometimes it’s hard to find it again.
Charlie Hudson was on the verge of figuring that out when her dad—the only parent and friend she ever had—died suddenly. She was barely 18, and she was alone. So she went for easy—playing life safe, running away from a home that harbored nothing but bad memories and challenges and loving a man who would take her away from it all forever.
It’s funny how chance takes over when you need it most. And that’s exactly what brought Cody Carmichael into her life. A former motocross super star, Cody was now happy to be living the blue collar life, spending his days finishing up school and his nights under the hood of some classic car, just trying to keep everything his father taught him alive. Cody and Charlie were living parallel lives, until they finally collided. And the moment he smiled at her, Charlie knew he was the one who would change everything. But was she willing to take the risk?
Cody saw through it all. He saw her—all of her. But would letting him in be too much to take? And if Charlie let herself love him—really love him—could he love her back?
I am on a complete book high after I finished this book. The word beautiful doesn't even begin to describe it. I loved every single moment.
Blindness is easily one of my favorites of 2014.
Charlie Hudson was born to a junkie mother, and was dropped of at her father's (Mac) house at the age of 7. Her mother never looked back. Charlie's dad became her best friend as she got older, when suddenly she lost in. In losing him, she also lost herself. Cody Carmichael is a former motocross star. He now works in an autoshop while also attending school. Charlie and Cody collide in the most unexpected way possible. It was fate.
"I know it hurts. But there is more Mac in you than just some old piece of furniture-and you should show these parts more often. They're beautiful."
Without giving it away, Cody and Charlie have been living parallel lives. When their lives cross paths, neither is the same. When Charlie meets Cody she is drawn to him immediately. Not just his looks. His demeanor, everything. But he can't have her. She isn't his to have.
"I want to look at you, and I want you to see...what you do to me"
"Your touch Charlie, is it for me. You're the end of me-and the beginning"
Charlie thought she knew what love felt like, until Cody showed up in her life. Blindness is one of the most beautifully written stories that I have ever read. THE FEELS. They're real. Raw. Genuine. All Consuming. Their first kiss is THE first kiss of ALL kisses. It was so heartfelt. The chemistry between Charlie and Cody is undeniable. Inevitable. It's natural.
"That's how I love you, you know? With everything"
The moment you realize just how real they are? When Charlie tells Cody something that is so close to her heart. Charlie's dad, Mac is a special person to her, and she misses him everyday. In the prologue it is all explained. You feel her pain. The numbness. There's parts of her that she doesn't share with anyone, and that is Mac. She shares it with Cody. Stars. That is all I can say. This part made me ugly cry. This allowed them to connect on such a deep level. She bared her soul to him and he accepted it by giving her the most beautiful moment. Words cannot describe how much this touched me. And it will touch you. She never allowed herself to live. With Cody she is not only living, but she is breathing.
"Go ahead," Cody says. "Talk to him"
"I know it sounds stupid, but it's like we're connected-like we share a heart and healing yours somehow makes mine beat stronger"
Cody sees Charlie for who she truly is. He looks into her rather than at her, he loves her whole heart and soul. And it kills him that she isn't his. And it hurts her just the same. Giving it away would be a disservice to anyone who hasn't read the book, but life got in the way. It was always supposed to be Charlie and Cody. Always.
"And I know I've never been in love before, because I would have remembered what this felt like."
Blindness captured my heart and has not let it go. I have read work by this author and have loved it. But this book? This story? Flawless. My heart was beating through the entire story. For Cody. For Charlie. For true love. Love that knows no boundaries. Love that goes where it's unexpected. I was absolutely blown away by how much I connected to this story. If you want to experience once of the most heart felt stories ever, read Blindness.
Her debut novel, "Waiting on the Sidelines," is a coming-of-age love story that explores the real heartbreak we all feel as we become adults throughout our high school years. The story follows two characters, Nolan (a Tomboy with a baseball player's name) and Reed (the quarterback she wishes would notice her) as they struggle with peer-pressure, underage drinking, bullying and finding a balance between what your heart wants and what society says you should want -- even if you aren't ready. You can read it, and the sequel, "Going Long," now on Amazon, Barnes & Noble and other e-book outlets.
Scott has been writing and editing for newspapers, magazines and blogs for more than 15 years. She has told the stories of Olympians, politicians, actors, scientists, cowboys, criminals and towns. For more on her and her work, visit her website at http://www.littlemisswrite.com.
Connect with Ginger: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
Title: Love, Your Concierge
Author: Jessica Ingro
Release Date: February 25, 2014
Organization – that’s what I do. Control – it’s my middle name.
Hello. I’m Elizabeth – your personal concierge. My job is to play fairy godmother to the rich and famous.
The universal rulebook may say to never mix business with pleasure, but its author never worked for Grant Morgan, my sexy and brooding client. As a top attorney in Manhattan, Grant is used to calling the shots and dominating everything he touches. He also changes girlfriends as often as I pick up his dry cleaning. A part of me still wishes I could let him command my body and take me in ways I’ve never imagined, though.
One moment of weakness is all it takes to change everything forever.
Addicted – I can’t get enough of him. Consumed – He’s all I think and dream about.
The book has officially been thrown out the window. I’m in love and completely terrified. With lines blurred, I find myself lying, cheating and stealing to protect myself from being hurt. But my choices affect more than just me and now I’m not so sure what I’m trying to protect myself from.
Will love be enough to erase all I’ve done? Or have I made the biggest mistake of all?
I walked slowly down the hall wanting to prolong the inevitable. Maybe Grant was angry because he had to wait for his file. That could be the only real reason. It couldn’t have anything to do with me. The man didn’t even know me and with any luck, he wouldn’t recognize me from the club either. The chances were slim that he’d realize it was me, so I wasn’t sure why I was even that concerned. It was silly really. I was nobody in the life and times of Grant Morgan.
When I reached the partially open door, I squared my shoulders and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
“Come in,” was barked out in a deep, rich voice that coated my skin like the finest silk.
I pushed the door open further and timidly stepped into the room. My stomach was a bundle of nerves, and I felt my body sweating in places that were very unladylike.
The room was bright. The wall opposite the door was made up of large windows with dark, wood shelving below it. Different items and pictures graced the shelves along with a scattering of books. On the farthest wall was a wet bar and a doorway to what appeared to be a bathroom. On the opposite wall there was a large, masculine wood desk. His office screamed “man”. There was no denying this was his space. I itched to take in all the personal things in this room, to find out more about the man who occupied it. There was more character here than there was in his whole condo.
Grant was standing behind the desk in a three-piece suit, minus the jacket. A quick glance showed me it was draped over one of the chairs in front of the desk. His hair was perfectly coiffed, showcasing a slight wave and begging for your fingers to run through it. His crisp, light blue dress shirt was accentuated by a navy blue vest and dress slacks. His blue and gold striped tie matched perfectly to the gold buttons on his vest. The suit was clearly tailored and fit him like a glove.
He was utterly fuckable. There was no other way to describe him. Unless you were within a ten foot radius of the man himself, you would never truly know what that statement meant. It had to have been created just to describe him.
“Ms. Ward. It took you long enough to get here. I presume you have the file I need.”
Breaking myself out of my stupor, I rushed to his desk as he rounded it. As I handed the folder to him, our fingers brushed. Instinctively, I tried to pull away from the charge I got from his touch, but his hand engulfed mine, and I found my body swaying closer to him. The folder dropped between us, and papers flew everywhere. I vaguely registered that though, because my breathing was fast and my heart was racing as I looked up into his face. Being in the position to touch Grant Morgan could very well make a nun question her celibacy. His scent was utterly masculine. His cologne was both citrusy and woodsy, and I found myself wanting to sniff him.
I could see something working behind his eyes, but I wasn’t sure what it was. It was a penetrating look, and it scared the crap out of me, so I decided I probably didn’t want to know what it meant.
My face flushed with embarrassment at the situation, and I ducked my head, hoping to hide my riotous emotions. I had no way to explain why he made me feel the way he did. I didn’t even recognize myself when I was around him.
Without any warning, Grant set me away from him and bent down to pick up the fallen papers. I dropped to my hands and knees and started scrambling to help, completely flustered that I was so clumsy.
“I am so, so sorry, Mr. Morgan,” I mumbled as I moved quickly on the floor.
Grant cleared his throat, and I looked over my shoulder to see him now standing and clearly staring at my behind. His eyes were heated and his voice was rough when he said, “Please get up off the floor, Ms. Ward.”
I jumped up as quickly as I could and smoothed my hands down my pants. “Yes of course. I’m truly sorry.”
It was as if I was a child being scolded by a parent or a teacher.
Grant rubbed his thumb slowly back and forth over his bottom lip as he studied me, and I tried not to squirm. Something about him was just so intense, and to be honest, a little scary. He was an enigma to me… Hot, yet cold. Sexy as hell, yet completely intimidating.
“So, we finally meet. I must say, you are more impressive face to face,” he surprised me by saying.
What the hell was that all about? Was he complimenting me? No, it had to have been a sarcastic jab at my less than stellar delivery of his case files.
“Tell me, Ms. Ward. Are you enjoying working for me so far? It’s been what now? A week? Two?”
“A week, Sir,” I croaked out of my parched throat. This just kept getting better and better.
Grant walked over to the wet bar and poured some water into a glass for me, before returning and handing the much needed liquid to me.
“Ah, yes. So, are you enjoying yourself?” He watched closely as I drank the cold water and licked the stray moisture from my lips.
I sat in one of the chairs across from his desk and set my glass on the desk in front of me. How the hell did I answer that? I’d barely done anything for him yet. It wasn’t like he was really challenging me like some of my clients. If anything, it was an easy transition taking him on. Ms. Litchfield gave pretty damn clear and concise instructions on what he needed done. And what did it matter if I enjoyed working for him? Shouldn’t I be concerned with whether or not he was pleased with my work so far?
“Yes, Sir. But the uh… better question would be… um… are you happy with me?” When I said that, his eyes flared and his gaze grew more acute.
“Oh yes. I’m very pleased with you so far. So tell me. Do you frequent the White Rabbit often?”
I just about fell out of my chair when he asked me that. He did recognize me and now I felt like a total ass. How could I have let myself act so loose and inappropriately?
“No, Sir. Not very often. I was visiting with some friends. Were you there the other night?” In an attempt to regain my composure, I chose to play dumb about seeing him there. Maybe he would think it was all a misunderstanding. He was far enough away where I could still pretend I didn’t recognize him. We were in a club, damn it. There were people all over the place, dancing in and out of my line of sight. It was a real possibility.
“Oh, I was there Ms. Ward. And you very well know it.” He sat in his chair behind the desk and leaned back, clearly amused that he backed me into a corner with no choice but to acknowledge my behavior.
“Hmmm… perhaps you do look familiar.”
I sat, shocked when he tipped his head back and laughed. The sound was beautiful. Damn.
“Yes, perhaps I do. So, Ms. Ward…”
“Elizabeth,” I interrupted him and prayed he was going to put me out of my misery and change the subject.
“Elizabeth,” he conceded. “I noticed you were friends with Valentina Leokov. Are you close with her?”
When he mentioned Nik’s wife, Tina, I was surprised. It was as if we were playing twenty questions, and I wasn’t enjoying it. What did he care if we were close? I needed to shut this down.
“I suppose we are. I’m not sure that has anything to do with—” I couldn’t finish my thought before he cut me off.
“I’m just trying to get to know you, Ms. Ward. Elizabeth.” He added my first name after my censured look.
“Whereas I appreciate you wanting to know more about me, that doesn’t really change our professional relationship. As I told Ms. Litchfield, I am prepared to take on any tasks you might need. Laundry, dry cleaning, running errands, planning events, and whatever else you see fit. Now, if you don’t mind, I have a full day and had to rearrange my schedule so that I could deliver your work to you.”
I stood and extended my hand, the picture of professionalism. Grant took my hand and raised it to his mouth. His sensuous, full lips grazing the skin there and causing my whole body to break out in goosebumps.
“I wouldn’t want to keep you, Elizabeth. I look forward to seeing you again. Enjoy the rest of your day.”
Spinning from how quickly he dismissed me, I walked on numb legs down the hall and out to the elevator. That man was confusing as hell.
Jessica currently lives in New York with her husband and three dogs.
Connect with Jessica: Website | Facebook | Twitter | Email
Title: White Hot Kiss
Author: Jennifer L. Armentrout
Series: The Dark Elements #1
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Age Group: Young Adult
Release Date: February 25, 2014
One kiss could be the last.
Seventeen-year-old Layla just wants to be normal. But with a kiss that kills anything with a soul, she's anything but normal. Half demon, half gargoyle, Layla has abilities no one else possesses.
Raised among the Wardens—a race of gargoyles tasked with hunting demons and keeping humanity safe—Layla tries to fit in, but that means hiding her own dark side from those she loves the most. Especially Zayne, the swoon-worthy, incredibly gorgeous and completely off-limits Warden she's crushed on since forever.
Then she meets Roth—a tattooed, sinfully hot demon who claims to know all her secrets. Layla knows she should stay away, but she's not sure she wants to—especially when that whole no-kissing thing isn't an issue, considering Roth has no soul.
But when Layla discovers she's the reason for the violent demon uprising, trusting Roth could not only ruin her chances with Zayne…it could brand her a traitor to her family. Worse yet, it could become a one-way ticket to the end of the world.
She laughed. “What man-parts-loving female in this world doesn’t think of Zayne that
way? I can barely keep myself breathing when I see him. All the guys in school have squishy
waists. I can tell Zayne doesn’t. He’s the awesome sauce with extra sauce.”
That he was and he so didn’t have a squishy waist, but I tuned Stacey out at that point. I
really did need to cram for this test and I also didn’t want my fantasies involving Zayne to
occupy my mind right now. Especially after I’d woken up this morning, carefully tucked under
the covers. The bed had smelled like him: sandalwood and crisp linen.
“Oh, sweet baby Jesus in a manger,” Stacey murmured.
I clenched my jaw, cupping my hands over my ears.
She jabbed me in the side with her elbow. At this rate I’d be covered in bruises before
lunchtime. “Our bio class just got a billion times more interesting. And hotter, lots and lots
hotter. Holy mother, I want to have his babies. Not now of course, but definitely later. But I’d
like to start practicing soon.”
The cell wall is a thick and rigid layer covering the plasma something, something plant
Stacey stiffened all of a sudden. “Oh my God, he’s coming—”
Composed of fat and sugar--
Something slender and shiny fell from who knew where, landing in the middle of Sam’s
notes. Blinking tightly, it took me a couple of seconds to recognize the faded and half peeled
Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles sticker covering the back of the silver cell phone.
My heart slammed against my ribs. Gripping the edges of the notebook, I slowly lifted
my gaze. Unnaturally beautiful golden eyes met mine.
“You forgot this last night.”
Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.
She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.
Series Website | Website | Twitter | Facebook | Goodreads
5 + Stars
9 Ways To Fall
A. E. Woodward
A Meredith Walters
Best Kind Of Broken
Best Of 2013
Brittainy C Cherry
Depths Of Lake
Ellie Di Julio
Everything I Left Unsaid
Facebook Release Party
Georgia Le Carre
Hard To Come By
In The Company Of Killers
In The Firelight
Jane Harvey Berrick
Judgement Of The Six
Launch Day Blitz
Leigh T Moore
Lili Saint Germain
Lili St Germainc5221f1ea0
Mason King Yeah
Masters Among Monsters
Nights With Him
Paperback Release Blitz
Prologue & Chapter One
Rachel Van Dyken
Release Day Blast
Release Day Blitz
Release Day Bltiz
Release Day Event
Release Day Launch
Sex In The Title
Sneak Peak Tour
Spend The Night: Episode 2
Spend The Night: Episode 3
Stay With Me
Strangers For The Night
Student Teacher Romance
The Druid 9
The Evolution Series
The Hot Bed
The Invitation 3
The Law Of Moses
The Sword Of Souls
Time For Love Series
Virgin For The Night
Wait For You
Yesterday's Half Truths