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Cover Artist: Mae I Design
Synopsis
When the elders imprisoned Metis, they took every precaution to protect the Estilorian plane against her evil.
It wasn’t enough.
Now she’s escaped, and no one is safe. Fueled by hatred, she wastes no time imposing vengeance on those who captured her. She knows the surest way to destroy their lives is by taking what they love most, and she begins with a child named Eden.
Years later, Eden remembers none of her former life. She serves her “Master,” unaware of the family still searching for her. But as her eighteenth birthday approaches, memories begin to surface, and she questions her circumstances for the first time.
Eden’s confusion mounts when she’s joined by Connor, a handsome Elphresti male who reveals things that shatter her reality. They’ll end up on the run, knowing they can trust only each other. After all, Metis will stop at nothing to get them back, and she thrives on her ability to deceive.



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Raine Thomas is the award-winning author of bestselling Young Adult and New Adult fiction. Known for character-driven stories that inspire the imagination, Raine recently signed with multiple award-winning producer Chase Chenowith of Back Fence Productions to bring her popular Daughters of Saraqael trilogy to the big screen. She's a proud indie author who is living the dream. When she isn't writing or glued to e-mail or social networking sites, Raine can usually be found vacationing with her husband and daughter on one of Florida's beautiful beaches or crossing the border to visit with her Canadian friends and relatives.

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The child
laughed and nodded, making her blonde curls bob. Hatred burned bright and hot
in Metis’ chest as she
watched the interaction. While she had been imprisoned, the Mercesti elder had
been living a
life of pleasure with his avowed…the Kynzesti female named Tate. They and their
companions had robbed
Metis of thirteen years of her existence.
They didn’t
deserve the family they had made. They didn’t deserve happiness.
She was
determined to take it from them.
Zachariah’s
gaze suddenly shifted to the tree where she stood. Metis darted out of sight
and stood absolutely
still. She had to force herself not to flee and reveal herself. Fear had her
heart thudding in her chest.
Her own
reaction infuriated her. He would not hold that kind of sway over her, she
silently vowed.
Soon enough,
he would be the one who was terrified.
“Daddy,
that’s not fair!”
Metis dared
another glance and watched the boy, Ryder, rush back and tug on his father’s
tank top. She was relieved
when Zachariah’s attention turned from her position.
“Eden should
be with Mommy,” the boy said, glaring at his sister. “She’s inta-ruptin’ you
too!”
“Enough,
Ryder.” Zachariah lowered Eden to the ground, brushing his hand absently over
her hair in a way that
confirmed to Metis that he held affection for her. “Take your sister with you.
Uncle Tiege will keep an eye
on you both until I finally finish this bloody conversation.”
Ryder’s eyes
widened. “You’re not s’posed to say bloody, Daddy. I’m tellin’ Mommy.”
Metis didn’t
hear Zachariah’s response. She was too focused on the smaller female, who had
apparently lost
interest in the conversation. The child bent down and picked up the wooden
sword that was nearly the same
size as she was, gave it a curious look, then tossed it back to the ground. As
Derian wisely bentto pick up
the sword to keep it out of reach, the girl skipped away.
Right to
Metis.
In an
instant, Metis’ plans changed. She realized that she didn’t have to kill the
Mercesti elder to get her revenge.
During her imprisonment, she had learned about the sentiment Estilorians
harbored for each other. She
had learned how to use that kind of useless emotion to manipulate her captors
and escape.
She knew she
could take something from Zachariah. Something that would hurt just as much as
peeling his flesh or
ripping out his heart.
Maybe even
more.
Just as
Derian started after the child, Metis stepped out from behind the tree. She was
watching the little girl,
but registered that the Mercesti commander hesitated. The child’s gaze lifted
to Metis as she stopped in
front of her. She started to smile as Metis reached for her, but then her
expression froze. Realizing
the child sensed danger, Metis acted quickly, grabbing her before she could
run.
“Eden!”
Zachariah’s
desperate cry had all activity in the area ceasing. Metis met his gaze an
instant before she teleported
with the screaming child in her grasp, and she knew she had been right. It was
the Mercesti elder who
was now terrified.
He knew he
would never see his little girl again.

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Vanni: A Groupie Saga Prequel
by Ginger Voight
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Before the groupies. Before the stardom.
He was, simply, Vanni.
Giovanni
Carnevale knows what it means to struggle. Since his father abandoned the
family when he was a child, Vanni’s been in and out of trouble, trying to carve
his place in the world. That all changes when he moves to Brooklyn, to live
with his beloved great Aunt Susan.
After
introducing Vanni to music, Susan realizes his talent and pushes him to reach
his full potential. But her sudden death leaves him adrift, unable to connect
with anyone, friends and girlfriends alike. His personal life slowly
deteriorating, Vanni focuses on his music and dream of being a rock star. After
so many betrayals, he’s determined to keep everyone who might hurt him at arm’s
length—at the time people want him the most.
You already know how his story ends. Now read how it begins with VANNI: A PREQUEL.
Ginger Voight takes us back to where it all began, with an intimate look at one of
your favorite book boyfriends—from his perspective.


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Author Ginger Voight
Ginger Voight is a screenwriter
and bestselling author with over twenty published titles in fiction and
nonfiction. She covers everything from travel to politics in nonfiction, as
well as romance, paranormal, and dark, “ripped from the headlines” topics like
Dirty Little Secrets.
 Ginger discovered her love for writing in sixth grade, courtesy of a Halloween
assignment. From then on, writing became a place of solace, reflection, and
security. This was never more true than when she found herself homeless in L.A.
at the age of nineteen. There, she wrote her first novel, Chasing Thunder,
longhand on notebook paper, while living out of her car. Fittingly, this book
will be the first released through traditional publisher in 2015.
 In 1995, after she lost her nine-day-old son, she worked through her grief by writing the story that would eventually become The Fullerton Family Saga.
 In 2011, she embarked on a new journey—to publish romance novels starring heroines who look more like the average American woman. These "Rubenesque"
romances have developed a following thanks to her bestselling Groupie series.
Other titles, such as the highly-rated New Adult series, Fierce, tap into the
"reality-TV" preoccupation in American entertainment, which gives her
contemporary stories a current, pop culture edge.
 Known for writing gut-twisting angst, Ginger isn’t afraid to push the envelope with characters who are perfectly imperfect. Whether rich, poor, sweet, selfish,
gay, straight, plus-size or svelte, her characters are beautifully flawed and
three-dimensional. They populate her lavish fictional landscapes and teach us
more about the real world in which we live simply through their interactions
with each other. Ginger’s goal with every book is to give the reader a little
bit more than they were expecting, told through stories they'll never forget.
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(15 NOVELS AND NOVELLAS FROM YOUR FAVORITE ROMANCE AUTHORS)

Cover designer: RENE FOLSOM

Genre: ROMANCE

Content warning: 18+ Contemporary Romance Box Set — Complete Stories Anthology — Hot New Release — Vacation Reading Package

15 COMPLETE NOVELS AND NOVELLAS FROM YOUR FAVORITE ROMANCE AUTHORS IN ONE PRETTY PACKAGE.

Due to mature content, situations and language, this collection is recommended for audiences 18+. Heat levels range from sensual to scorching. All works in this box set have been professionally proofed by Paper Gold Publishing, unless this service was expressly refused by the author. Some stories are written in American, and some in British English. The authors have chosen to stay true to their heritage.

Includes a mix of already released and never-before seen stories, all complete works. Those books which are part of a series can be enjoyed fully without the need to read the complete series (though there is a chance you might develop story-addiction issues—for that, we apologize).

Dive into summer in good company. Affairs of the Heart gives you the chance to make 15 new sets of best friends. Just think about it: 15 hot boyfriends and girlfriends you can lust after, laugh with, or shed a tear for. If there is one thing this set is brimming with is intense emotion. We guarantee you won’t be able to simply walk away, stone-cold, from this collection.


Maci strives for one thing in life—anonymity. With her writing career in full bloom, all she wants is to work in peace while concealing her true identity from the public. Though readers love the science fiction worlds she creates, Maci knows that gender stereotypes could damage her career if she is exposed as a woman.

Liam is the envy of all gamers as the lead developer for nZone Studios. Over time, he builds walls around himself, keeping people at arm’s length who only gravitate to him for his material possessions rather than who he is as a person.
With thick barriers around their hearts and their past looming in the shadows, Liam and Maci challenge each other by slowly peeling away their protective layers and seeing each other for who they really are. It doesn’t take long after their chance meeting at a coffee shop for them to become one another’s game changer.
Note: This contemporary romance novel is the first book in the Playing Games series and contains adult situations meant for ages 18+.
“Trust me, he says. You’ll be safe with me, he says.”

Amelie Watts is sick and tired of being treated like a child. She might be willowy and delicate, but she has strength of the kind that doesn’t show on the outside. Plus, she learned all she needed to know so she could cope on her own. Now, if only her big brother would finally release her inheritance! She would fly to the Bahamas and kiss the backwater she grew up in goodbye.

Jason Watts is fed up with picking up the pieces of his little sister’s life. If only she would grow up already and learn to live life without stabilizers! Her latest idea is insane, and bound to be her most enormous failure to date. But how to make her understand?

Enter Rob Tyson, incorrigible bachelor and Jason’s best friend. For a laugh, they make a bet.
Two people, a hastily acquired boat, and a tropical paradise. What could possibly go wrong?

Zaed, Sophie's American-born friend, kneels at a party to retrieve a glittering ring from the floor. Before anyone can comment, Natasha, Sophie's cousin, is shrieking 'yes, yes, I accept' to a bewildered Zaed. It's all a cosmic mistake, but things get out of hand rapidly as Zaed's father, an old friend of Natasha's father, bribes Zaed to accept Natasha's expectations and wed her. But then, Zaed and Sophie fall in love. And the huge, elaborate wedding between Zaed and Natasha, a wedding that will join two powerful families, is next week.

You don't just back out at the altar. Not in Pakistan…

James, a UK based chef, has tried to make a career with EAT-TV, but his womanizing ways aren’t what they’re looking for with their wholesome family style image. However, the producers of a new reality show about single life, The Fixer Upper, think he’s perfect. Against his wishes his agent convinces him to give it a shot. His overpriced bachelor pad is needing a mortgage payment, and he needs a job to support the tween-aged daughter that’s recently been dumped in his lap.

Margaret Dumas is control freak who has micromanaged her marriage to shambles. When she makes a deal with her mother to quit fixing her up if she’ll do this new reality show, she thinks she’s won. No more blind dates, no more friendly advice, no more “chance meetings” with her Mother’s friends’ sons. The only catch is she’s got to go on detestable reality television and expose her dating habits to a total stranger who is supposed to “fix” her and make her a dating machine. As if.
When Margaret meets James, they clash on the surface, but deep down they recognize something in the other that they want. Redemption.

My name is Alix and I am addicted to sex.

Had been for years. I thought I learned how to live a normal life, but that’s the thing about addiction, it creeps back up when you least expect it. There is no one there for me, no one I can turn to for help. Until I’m given a chance to explore a side of myself I’d always kept locked away. I was lost…until him. I can’t tell you who he is, or why he does the things he’s done. All I can say is I hope one day I behave well enough to take off the blindfold and see the man who controls my addiction. My Master.
My name is John and I am addicted to control.

I tried to deny the dominate side of my personality. I didn’t want to admit how much I enjoyed the power, how much I enjoyed causing pain. That is until the woman I’d been secretly been stalking waltzed into a BDSM club right in front of me. All bets are off. She will be mine.

Together our addictions feed off each other, fueling the fire that burns within. Until suddenly the fire is too hot to handle, burning everything in its path. The pain and scars we’d both come into our fragile relationship with are split wide open, exposing more than either of us can handle, possibly leaving nothing behind to salvage from the ashes.

**Warning: Intended for audiences 18+ due to explicit sex & vulgar language, mention of rape/abuse**

She'd been dealt too many blows to count. He'd always lived life on easy street. Are they Yin and Yang or a mistake of epic proportions?

Makeup artist Reggie Reynolds has endured a life as colorful as her ever-changing hair. After a painful childhood and a tragic adolescence, by sheer force of will, she found success – first in Hollywood, then on Broadway. Returning to her hometown offers a chance to help her aging grandfather and realize her dreams, not to mention soothe a broken heart. But even her storied past won't prepare Reggie for what happens in her next chapter.

When reporter Eddie Besson meets Reggie on a flight to New York City, he thinks he's at an all-time high-point in his cushy, perpetual-youth life. Twenty-four hours with Reggie changes Eddie's perspective. Despite the fact she doesn't want anything to do with him when he leaves, Eddie can't stop thinking about the girl from New York City long after he's gone from the Big Apple.

As Eddie's perfectly-orchestrated life falls apart, he has some tough decisions to make, with only one thing certain: there will be consequences to pay for his lackadaisical approach to adulthood. Reggie's own soul-searching reveals some painful truths, including guilt about passing judgment on the guy from Maine. When she runs into Eddie again – this time on his home turf – sparks fly and decisions must be made, choices that aren't universally well-received. Will this unlikely pair go all-in, find a way to balance the scales and live life on their own terms? Or will tragedy tear them apart for good?


What would you do if you had no place to go and no one you could trust?

Jackson Beaumont prides himself on being a nature-loving, guitar-strumming, carefree sort of guy. When the mysterious Lena Benton walks into his bar looking scared and defeated, it's not something he can ignore. He's immediately consumed by concern for her and driven by his desire to help. She's just so beautiful. So wounded.

After being shuffled from one foster home to another growing up, Lena Benton dreamt of finding her prince charming. When the captivating Troy Harington sweeps her off her feet shortly after high school graduation, she's certain she's found her happiness. Unfortunately, Troy's true colors surface shortly after their marriage and things turn ugly. Lena only has one choice. She has to leave him. She has to run...
Lena's escape has brought her to Jackson, and he clearly wants to be there for her, but can she trust anyone again after what she's gone through? And will Jackson be able to help her heal without losing his heart?

Mangled Hearts become Entangled Souls

Cade is on the road to recovery with Francesca’s love and support guiding him. His life is changing drastically, from attempting to mend the rift between he and his father, to trying to have a normal relationship with his now fiancé. Most of all, Cade must find a way to control his urges so he can be completely released from rehabilitation.

Francesca is building her law firm with the help of those she loves most, but when a close friend reveals her true feelings about Francesca's engagement, it sends her emotions into a tailspin. Through all of this, she is forced to put her feelings on the back burner for everyone else, until the anniversary of Josie’s accident rolls around. Francesca must learn to put herself first before she falls apart.
In this novella, join Cade and Francesca as they explore their relationship and begin their lives together.

Thank you for picking up this Crimson & Clover short story, SURRENDER. If you've read THE STORM AND THE DARKNESS, you will recognize pieces of this from Ana's flashback to her prom night. SURRENDER is an expanded version of that scene, painting her teenage courtship with Oz with color and context.

Having read other books in the series will provide deeper insight, but they are not required to enjoy this story. SURRENDER is the first of many Crimson & Clover Lagniappes (or, bonus stories). You can pick it up anywhere in your series journey.I hope you enjoy this quick, lighthearted read about the joyful innocence that accompanies first love.


Andi has always been anxious about her weight and like many women, thinks that unless she is thin, she has no value.


Follow her 'misadventures' and see if this is true or will she find there are more important things that makes a person who and what they are?




Jack Austin had it all – a great home, career, and the girl of his dreams. Then one night he lost them all, thanks to his father. Now he has seventy-two hours to find a way to get back his ranch, and win the heart of the only girl he ever loved.

Katrina Mitchell was a small-town girl who had big dreams. She was the first in her family to graduate high school, and was determined to go to college. Then she met Jack and found out love did not have to come with a price. They made plans for their future, but it all came crashing down around them.

She lost more than she could ever tell anyone that night. Now Jack needs her help. Can she help him without giving away a secret she had fought so long to hide?

Leaving the Marines and returning to the Tormented Souls clubhouse to live with my brother, the president, wasn't as easy as I thought it'd be. I have too many secrets, too many scars to hide from the world. I thought the years away would've dulled the crush I've had on Ellis since I was a child. They didn't.

He's got his eye on me and nothing I say will change his mind. Not even when my boyfriend shows up and he finds out the darkest, most embarrassing secret I have. He thinks it's the only one I have, little does he know, I have a bigger, scarier one that I absolutely refuse to share.

**WARNING: CONTAINS ADULT CONTENT - Also, please don't bother reading if you think being in the Marines leaves you unfeeling and cold without the need for comfort when far away from home. Don't read this if you have problems with LOTS of sexy scenes or sex. There is vulgar language used so if that bothers you, probably best to skip this book**

A day of errands and fate were responsible for Nadia and Dillon’s paths crossing.

He asked her out, then found himself begging her to keep their first date, the date she had wanted to cancel. Five minutes of her time was all he asked for. He just wanted to see her again.
They married and had a perfect storybook love.

But, when Dillon gets in a terrible car accident one morning on his way to work, Nadia’s world crumbles. Life as she knew it changed – perhaps for good.

From amnesia to a lengthy hospital stay to months of physical therapy. The stress of recovery has them questioning the state of their future together.
Will they find their happily ever after?
Joshua Elijah Griffin, IV is on his last chance. A stint in rehab and a transfer to a new school has scared him into putting his life on track. He’s determined to live up to his family’s expectations, but on the first day of class, Josh meets a girl, and he knows his father won’t approve, but in Carrington, he sees a kindred spirit. He's willing to give up everything to be with her.

Carrington Olivia Butler is ready to shine. Always in the shadows of her siblings, she goes away to college to break out of her shell. All Carrington wants is to feel special. Josh's attention is exactly what she craves, but their intense and sometimes volatile relationship is more than what she bargained for.

Josh’s demons return, and Carrington’s feelings fade, but both aren’t ready to give up hope. They give their love one last shot to survive, but hope, may not be enough.
**This book contains adult subject matter. Not intended for young readers**

When Isla Holmes’ life as a child is turned upside down and she is ripped away from her soul mate, she is forced to live a life with evil.


When Isla and her soul mate cross paths, will they find a happy ever after or will evil intervene?






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Rene Folsom, author of contemporary and paranormal, lives in Florida with her husband and three kids. She has officially diagnosed herself with creative ADD and often has a million and one writing projects going at once. In addition to writing, she is also a graphic artist who enjoys creating custom book covers for indie authors. She is definitely an artist at heart and would love nothing more than to be elbow deep in clay during her waking hours.

Rene believes that all fiction is based on some form of reality—otherwise we would never have the inspiration or knowledge to dream up the realistic situations we portray with our words. She is proud to say that her personal experiences have been inspirational, though perhaps not always identical to that of her fictional characters. Where reality and fantasy diverge, however, must remain her little secret…

Ella Medler is a U.K. author and free-lance editor. She writes fiction in more than one genre, in a seemingly vain attempt to slow down her overactive brain enough to write non-fiction on subjects she knows a thing or two about. She also does not believe in the starchy use of English, and ignores the type of rule that doesn’t allow for a sentence to be finished in a preposition. Her books are action-driven, and well-developed characters are her forte. Loves: freedom. Hates: her inner censor.
HA Kay I was in grade 7, and bunking PE when I read Tolkien’s Two Towers from the LOTR trilogy.

I know what you’re thinking. Certified nerd! I remember what I was thinking. Where had this book been all my life?!

I loved it. I can’t recall the scenes I’d read then but I remember how transfixing Tolkien's Middle Earth was. I instantly wanted to write something like it.

But such dreams are easily forgotten in the wake of building a real career.

I went ahead and enrolled in a business college and did my MBA with tinselly rainbow colors, making a tiara out of my nerd cap. It was a good day. And it was a good year at the bank. But the best time was when I landed at an ad agency’s creative department to write jingles and slogans and slaughter both my languages (Urdu and English) in the process. I learned a lot there. I wrote a lot there. And I became apt in the art of killing my own brainchildren a.k.a. self-editing.

Then, I got married. Moved to the United States and started a family.
For two years I was a good stay-at-home mom. Then, I thought I could be good at something else too. I couldn’t decide on what exactly till I stumbled upon my old diary – a leftover from my baby and teen years. I read all the poems and stories I’d written therein, ranging from an ode to Mom to a soul-searching monologue. I realized I wasn’t bad. If I worked on my talent I could turn it into a skill. And perhaps be able to write like the numerous authors who’d inspired me for years. A lost afternoon in the school library from so long ago made its way into my present and I remembered the perfect Legolas. I remembered the imperfect Quasimodo, the roguish Rhett Butler and the ruthless Rory Frost too.

Suddenly, I wanted to create such characters and write their stories instilled with M. M. Kaye-like descriptions and Crichton-like research and Grisham-like authenticity, all tied together with intense moods borrowed from Victoria Holt. Tolkien’s magic dust and King’s dark secrets would just be the cherry and powdered sugar on top.

I enrolled in a writing program immediately and earned my diploma. Next I wrote and edited for a newbie magazine. I wrote two children’s books (5 Kids and 5 Snowmen and Boondon Ka Khel: The Playful Game of the Tiny Water Droplets), and co-authored a trilogy under the title Aoife and Demon.Now, it’s Love Me Do.

I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I’ve enjoyed writing it.

Anne Conley has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She's been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing three romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God's four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. In Pierce Securities, she gives us Ryan, Evan, Miriam, Zack, Quinten, and Simon. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.

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Rachael Orman Mother by day. Writer by night. I spend a majority of my day with my children and reading while my nights are filled with the sound of the keyboard as I work on my next work.

I have written in nearly every LBGT category as well as the traditional erotic romance category.

I love to try new things and learn from every piece of work I write. I'll write just about anything once to learn from it. I've even ventured out of my normal erotica genre into Monster Erotica. Doubt you'll find me writing anything not erotic as you can barely get me to even read something out of that category, but then again, you never know what I might try next.

Never stop learning. Try everything at least once.

Lucy Gage started her writing career under another name, but the same vivid imagination and love of books still fuels her daily life. When she's not writing, you can find her spending time with her family in her home state of Maine, experiencing a life that helps shape her writing.

Look for her website in 2015. Book six in the Ward Sisters Series will arrive in 2015 and book 1 in the Vega Brothers Series – a Ward Sisters spinoff – launches later in the year.

Susan Griscom I grew up in a small town in Pennsylvania, spending most of my time daydreaming or playing around in the mud. I grew out of the mud play, well, most of the time, a good soak in the mud is always fun. I still daydream often and sometimes my daydreams interrupt my daydreams. So I write to remember them. If I didn't write, I think my mind would explode from an overload of fantasy and weirdness. To the annoyance of my friends and family, my characters sometimes become a part of my world. During my childhood, I would frequently get in trouble in school for daydreaming. Eventually, my vivid imagination paid off and I had the privilege of writing and co-directing my sixth-grade class play--a dreadful disaster, though not from my writing, of course. I'm pretty sure it was the acting.

I enjoy writing about characters living in small quaint towns and tend to lean toward the unusual and edgy.

My paranormal playing field delves into a different milieu, abandoning vampires and werewolves, but not discounting them. Someday I might like to write a novel about vamps and those furry creatures. But for now I like the bizarre mixed with romance. A strong hero or heroine confronted with extraordinary forces of nature, powers and capabilities gets my blood running hot, as does a steamy contemporary romantic suspense.

Felicia Tatum was born and raised in Tennessee. She always loved reading, and at the age of twelve began writing. Her passion for creating stories grew and in May 2012, she finally wrote her first novel, The White Aura.

She still lives in Tennessee with her daughter and her kitty. She loves cooking, books, and animals are some of her best friends. She watches a lot of Disney channel and often dreams up new book ideas. She's currently working on various projects. She's the author of the White Aura series, Scarred Hearts series, and Intoxicating Passion series.

Sarah M. Cradit is the USA Today Bestselling Author of the Paranormal Southern Gothic series, The House of Crimson & Clover, born of her combined passion for New Orleans, and the mysterious complexity of human nature. Her work has been described as rich, emotive, and highly dimensional.

An unabashed geek, Sarah enjoys studying obscure subjects like the Plantagenet and Ptolemaic dynasties, and settling debates on provocative Tolkien topics such as why the Great Eagles are not Gandalf's personal taxi service. Passionate about travel, Sarah has visited over twenty countries collecting sparks of inspiration (though New Orleans is where her heart rests). She's a self-professed expert at crafting original songs to sing to her very patient pets, and a seasoned professional at finding ways to humiliate herself (bonus points if it happens in public). When at home in Oregon, her husband and best friend, James, is very kind about indulging her love of fast German cars and expensive lattes.

Julie Elizabeth Powell I cannot ignore my dreams, so many of them, with names and places and ideas that spark my imagination and compel me to write; to create stories, whether fantasy or horror, or mystery or psychological thriller or murder or even humour and adventure. So, my garden is sown, flourishing, with all manner of growth, and still the dreams come.

Julie Elizabeth Powell, my soul lingering within my imagination; maybe you’ll join me?

Lynda Kaye Frazier I’m an avid reader of romantic suspense and started writing after a vivid dream. I know, sounds cliché, but that’s how it started. I work full time at a Cardiology clinic, then at night you will find me in front of my computer, writing. I grew up in Pennsylvania, but now live in Arkansas, surrounded by the Ozark Mountains where I get to enjoy the four seasons without a long, cold winter. Other than spending time with my wonderful family, my favorite things to do are writing, reading and listening to music, but my most favorite is going to the beach. Surf, sand and a good book, my stress relief.

Desiree A. Cox was born and raised in Iowa. She married her high school sweetheart and moved to the Philadelphia area after high school and has been happily married for over twenty-five years. She’s the mother of two sons and a daughter.

Writing has always been a part of her life. It started as a way to cope with her childhood shyness, allowing her to communicate without talking. Now she talks and writes … and talks. Desiree also enjoys traveling and spending time at the beach.

Over the past two plus years, she’s been working to get her thoughts in print. She is finally writing what she wants to write. Twisted by Desire, her debut novel, was published in December 2014. In March 2015, the sequel in the Lust, Desire, and Love Trilogy, Jaded by Desire, released. She also has a short story, Fantasy Come True, in the Wickedly Exotic Spring Erotic Wonderland box set that benefits the National Autism Association with 100% of the proceeds.

Look for Reclaimed by Desire, Book 3 and the final installment in the Lust, Desire, and Love Trilogy, later this summer.

Sydney Aaliyah Michelle is an Adult Contemporary Romance writer, a voracious reader, and movie fanatic who hails from Texas.
After surviving 5 1/2 years living in China, she had the courage to finally pursue her passion and become a writer.
Sydney has been blogging at sydneyaaliyah.com for three years, where she interviews people about their tattoos, discusses her favorite movie quotes, reviews books (New Adult & only the ones she loves) and journals about her writing and editing process.

An active tweeterer, she is also a JuNoWriMo (3x) and NaNoWriMo (2x) winner who notes the sci-fi action flick “The Matrix” as the best representation of her life in the past. She is blessed to be awake now and doing what she loves.

She can recite the entire script for the 80’s teen comedy/drama The Breakfast Club and loves any and everything associated with the Avengers movie, especially Tony Stark.

When it comes to books, Sydney reads many different genres, but some of her favorite writers are Stephen King, Cora Carmack, Alex J. Cavanaugh, Cassie Mae, & Emily Bronte. The Great Gatsby, Under the Dome, Losing It, CassaStorm, Switched, & Wuthering Heights are her favorite books.

Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the West Country of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what I've written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.




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Ash London, front man
for uber-successful rock band Ferrum, is over the lifestyle. He’s done with it
all, yet finds himself going through the motions out of a sense of obligation
to his fans, band, and crew members. He’s living the dream, but what he wants
is to be a normal dude with an ordinary life far away from the touring scene.
He could have any woman he wanted, but what he wants is someone who can look
past the rock star—someone who will bust down the walls he’s built around
himself and break free the man lying dormant within. 
Lila Stephens hasn’t
had the best past. In fact, it’s been downright traumatic. After the death of
her beloved grandmother, she picks up her life and moves to Brooklyn, NY to
build a new life for herself. She’s given up on the notion of love and is
content living alone with her beagle dog. 





Lila attends a party thrown by her best friend, Tori,
who just happens to be the wife of Ferrum guitarist, Matty Tabor. As she’s
ready to leave, a drunken man runs into her, sending her falling into the arms
of Ash London. Will she stay there where it’s warm and comforting, or will she
flee as her past threatens to taint any hope of happiness for the two of them?







Stephanie Summers is a paranormal and contemporary romance
author. She recently graduated from West Virginia University with a degree in
accounting, though writing is her true passion. Stephanie seemed to always have
a story or two or ten running around in her mind. At the ripe old age of 30,
she finally decided it was time to put aside the thought that she didn't have
what it took to write a novel and began writing her first story.








She has since started writing her first paranormal series,
The Willow Creek Vampires Series, with Craving (Book #1), Haunting (Book #2),
and Awakening (Book #3)are available now. Her short story, Love Forgotten, was
chosen to be published in Stardust: A Futuristic Romance Collection, and
another short story, Saved by the Bear, is available now. Her contemporary rock
star romance, Take Me On, is scheduled to be released in the summer of 2015. 
  

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A woman who spends her life on the sidelines.A man desperate to discover his true worth.A woman who seeks love in all the wrong places.
Ashlyn Doyle has spent her life trying to blend
in. A sweet wallflower by nature, she is unaccustomed to the spot light, but as
the personal assistant to a bestselling romance author with a drive to enjoy
life to its fullest, she throws herself into her work.  With a hectic
touring schedule to maintain, a party animal boss to keep in line and the task
of discovering the perfect eye candy to grace the cover of Ender’s Betrayal,
Ashlyn is in for more than she bargained for.
Determined to make his mark on the world, Slade
Collins leaps at the opportunity to audition as cover model for Tamsin Archer’s
newest novel.  Tales of Tamsin’s wild parties, affinity for hot men
and the wild success that has sky rocketed every former model to fame leads
Slade to use his sly smile and British accent to quickly attract the attention
of both Tamsin and her shy assistant. But the faster Slade moves toward the
dream he so desperately desires, the more he begins to realize fame isn’t all
it’s cracked up to be. 
Tamsin Archer loves to party, drink to excess
and enjoy every drop of success her name has afforded her. With Ashlyn’s firm
grip on the reigns of their five city tour, Tamsin soon settles in to the task
of bedding her newest cover model, Slade Collins but soon discovers that all the
drunken hookups and empty wine bottles in the world can’t fill the void that
she feels.


Sometimes you have to learn to love yourself
before you can love someone else. 



  

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"Hello, my name is Kade Hart and I’m a drug addict." Isn't that what recovering addicts are supposed to say? Hell if I know. I’m not sure about anything anymore. Not since I met her. Juliette. She's my game-changer.
I’ve lived on the streets, been in places no one ever wants to see, survived pure hell with the bastard who raised me. I thought I'd finally managed to put all that behind me, come to terms with who and what I am. Until she walked into my life. She’s running from the people who slaughtered her family, people who want her dead, too, and she makes me want to be the kind of man who can protect her, who can save her. But I'm not sure I’m that guy. I'm no one's hero.
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 One day, on her way home from work as a sales manager, A. M. Hargrove, realized her life was on fast forward and if she didn't do something soon, it would quickly be too late to write that work of fiction she had been dreaming of her whole life. So, she rolled down the passenger window of her fabulous (not) company car and tossed out her leather briefcase. Luckily, the pedestrian in the direct line of fire was a dodge ball pro and had über quick reflexes enabling him to avoid getting bashed in the head. Feeling a tad guilty about the near miss, A. M. made a speedy turn down a deserted side street before tossing her crummy, outdated piece-of-you-know-what laptop out the window. She breathed a liberating sigh of relief, picked up her cell phone, called her boss, and quit her job. Grinning, she made another call to her hubs and told him of her new adventure (after making sure his heart was beating properly again).


So began A. M. Hargrove's career as a Naughty and Nice Romance Author. Her books include the following: Edge of Disaster, Shattered Edge and Kissing Fire (The Edge Series); The Guardians of Vesturon Series (Survival, Resurrection, Determinant, reEmergent, and Beginnings); Dark Waltz, Death Waltz, Tragically Flawed (Tragic 1), Tragic Desires (Tragic 2), Exquisite Betrayal, Dirty Nights; and lastly Freeing Her, Freeing Him, and Kestrel—all part of the Hart Brothers Series.




Other than being in love with writing about love, she loves chocolate, ice cream, and coffee and is positive they should be added as part of the USDA food groups.







   


My car was loaded with all my belongings. It was sad to
leave my friends but wasn’t that a part of graduating from college?
Commencement had taken place two weeks before and we’d all decided to hang
around for an extra week. That expanded into two. My parents finally put their
feet firmly down and said it was time to head home and start job hunting. Then
we made a pact. We swore we’d text or call each other every single day and post
the worst pictures possible of ourselves on Facebook. After our laughs turned
into tears, we cried. I mean ugly cried. If that hadn’t been bad enough, I was
teary-eyed all the way home, too.
As part of my graduation gift, my parents promised to take
the family on a vacation. We were supposed to leave the following week for a
trip to the Caribbean. We’d been once before when I was a kid, but my little
sister didn’t remember. She and I were both excited because it had been ages
since we’d hung out together. We were three years apart and I adored her, so
this would be a special trip for us.
When I pulled in the driveway, I honked the horn. They knew
when to expect me because I texted them when I left my apartment. I thought it
was weird that no one came to the door. Some kind of homecoming, after all that
begging to get me back here. Instead of lugging my stuff inside, I decided to
enlist their help.
Barging in the front door, all smiles, I came to a
screeching halt. Furiously, I blinked to clear my vision. The scene that
greeted me could in no way be real. It wasn’t possible to process what I was
seeing. Was this some kind of a cruel joke? Was this a staged scene to make me
regret staying so long at school?
I squeezed my eyes shut, praying when I opened them again it
would all be gone, because I knew none of the above could be actual … concrete.
It had to be fictional. It was the scent of blood that clued me in … that
brought me out of my frozen state. I never knew what a distinct and pungent
odor blood had. And why would I? I had never been around such an enormous
quantity of it before. There were rivers and ponds of it, forming into pools as
it still trickled from the bodies of my mom, dad, and sister.
“Oh, God. Oh, God, oh, God.” I swallowed and then tried to
scream, but only a weird squeak emerged from my mouth. It was only when I
tasted my own blood that I realized my hand was clamped over my face so hard,
my teeth had gouged into my lips. My baby sister, Sylvie, was stripped naked
and lay slumped on her side, one arm bent across her stomach, the other
stretched out, palm open. My mom, my beloved mother, was facing my sister, both
arms reaching out to her as if she tried to get to Sylvie before she died. And
next to my mom was my dad, flat on his back, vacant eyes staring at the
ceiling.
“Noooo!” I finally screeched. There was so much blood
everywhere. I wanted to hug all of them, hold them in my arms, but all I could
do was stare at the gruesome scene in front of me. The thought never occurred
to me that whoever did this could still be in the house. Somewhere in the back
of my mind, I knew I should call 911, but the shock of seeing it all took every
bit of rationality away from me. My head involuntarily jerked between the three
of them, eventually settling on my dad. My shaky legs carried me as far as the
sofa until my hip slumped against it, and my butt slid to the floor.
I sat and stared at their faces for I don’t know how long.
They say right before you die, your life flashes through your mind. I don’t
know if that’s true, but as I sat there staring at my murdered family, memories
zoomed through my head—almost like a slide show on fast-forward of
photos from family events. It began when I was a young girl and ended at my
college graduation just a couple of weeks ago. My whole being vibrated with
agony, knowing those were the final memories I would have of them.
My entire family lay dead. Not just dead, but slaughtered,
each one dying their own heinous death. My dad’s neck was ripped apart, jagged
pieces of his flesh lying open. One arm was extended toward my mother, and the
index and middle fingers of that hand were missing. My mom’s neck was sliced
wide open from one side to the other, not jagged like my dad’s, but cleanly
slit, almost to the point of decapitation. Both of them had their legs split
open from their groins to their knees. The blood was still seeping through
their clothing, the mangled threads edged with their bloody tissue. But Sylvie
was the one that got to me the most. Her neck was bruised and slashed, just
like Mom’s. Only there were puncture wounds all over her body. Some were about
an inch wide where others were cylindrical shaped. Blood seeped from each of
them, running into lines creating zigzags of red all over her pale skin. I
couldn’t even allow myself to imagine what had made them. Worse yet, there was no
sight of her clothing anywhere. What kind of cruel people would have done such
a terrible thing to them? Was this a mob killing? Or some kind of gangland
initiation?
Even though they were the victims, I felt like my guts had
been sawed out right along with their souls. My belly heaved and I forced the
bile back down. The piercing pain that slashed my heart to shreds radiated
through me ceaselessly. I hugged myself in a stupid attempt to ease the pain,
but I should have known better. That would’ve been like putting a Band-Aid on
an amputation. And that’s exactly how I felt. Like someone had cut off my arms
and legs. For some reason I was unable to wrest my eyes away from the horror
movie I was seeing. It was hideous. Too final. Who could’ve done such a thing,
I kept asking myself. And why? My mind raced. Suddenly, my heart gave a massive
lurch and a surge of adrenaline coursed through me. Body tingling, a jolt of
panic instantly flooded my veins and I found it impossible to expand my lungs.
I crashed sideways to the floor and it was then I saw it. Next to my dad’s
hand, scrawled in his blood, he’d written two words.
JE hide
JE. Those were my initials. Juliette Emilie. Why would he
write my initials in his blood and the word “hide” right after them? The “e” on
the end of hide was barely formed, as if it took all of his effort to complete
it. Oh, Jesus. Oh, God. He must’ve known something. He was telling me to hide.
Hide from what? What did he know? Did he know who did this to them? And if so,
were they looking for me now? Oh, shit. If so, I needed to get out of here. But
where would I go?
Sometimes a sense of intuition seeps into you and you have
no idea where it came from. At that very moment, something settled over me and
I crawled toward my dad, reached for his arm, and using his sleeve, I dragged
it through the blood to smear the words he’d written. Scrambling to my feet, making
sure I avoided any of the congealing blood, and nearly crashing back to the
floor several times, I staggered out the door to my car. My hands shook so
violently I couldn’t put the key in the ignition. It took several stabs until I
was successful, but I roared out of the driveway, tires squealing. It was a
battle to stay conscious as I fought hyperventilation, but I did. My brain was
scrambled eggs. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. Shit! My family had
been mutilated and my dad left me a message in his own blood that told me to
hide! That meant I couldn’t call my friends. That meant I was alone. I slammed
my hands against the steering wheel. What the fuck was I going to do?
I couldn’t think straight. Images of my butchered family
kept speeding through my head. My hand clenched my hair, grasping a handful of
it. I wanted to rip every damn strand of it out. I screamed as loud as I could
as I drove. Then it hit me. I needed money. Dad always said he kept an
emergency stash of cash in his safe. That’s where I needed to go.
My dad didn’t believe in keeping his valuables at home. Dad
was a gemologist and owned a jewelry store. He always said that keeping his
safe at an obscure location was a much smarter place for it than storing it at
home. My next stop was a storage facility where dad kept the safe. He’d chosen
a facility that wasn’t under surveillance—one that didn’t attract attention. If
you ask me, it looked sketchy, but he said that was the idea. No one would ever
think he’d be foolish enough to keep a safe there.
I drove to the location and it was dark and creepy. Under
usual circumstances I would’ve been fine, but I was so freaked out and
panic-driven, I wasn’t sure I could make myself get out of the car. I knew I
needed cash to go on, so I had no choice. The more I thought about it, using my
credit cards wouldn’t be an option. If Dad told me to hide, then whoever did
this would probably know when and if I used them. Then a new surge of fear
almost did me in. What if they followed me? What if they were watching the
house? I craned my neck to see if there was anyone about, but nothing appeared
out of the ordinary, so I opened the storage unit door and went inside. I ran
to Dad’s unit, unlocked the combination lock, and lifted the door. It was noisy
and made me even more jittery. After I pulled the string that turned on the
overhead light, I noticed the only thing in the unit was the safe. He used to
keep odds and ends in here, but they had all been removed. I didn’t spend time
thinking about it, but went directly to the safe, unlocked it, and dumped the
contents of it in an empty duffle bag I had in my car. Not even sparing a
second to see what was inside, I closed everything back up and was back behind
the wheel in minutes.
With my heart still clanging my chest, I headed toward the
interstate, to an unknown destination. Then a thought hit me. GPS! My cell
phone. It had GPS. Could I be tracked? I couldn’t remember. I would dump it
anyway, just to be on the safe side. But I had to delete everything on it, as
in my contacts or they could find me through my friends. Shit, shit, shit!
“Calm down! Think, think, think, Jules.”
I wasn’t cut out for this. I was twenty-two years old and
had just graduated from college with a degree in computer science for crying
out loud. Coming up with a safe house wasn’t in my repertoire. So I did the
only thing I could think of. I drove to the most obvious place—the police
station. I even thought about walking inside and reporting what I’d found, but
a voice in the back of my brain advised me against it. Again, call it
intuition. As I sat in the parking lot, I quickly did a mass delete on all my
contacts, and texts. Then I drove to a dumpster, where I ran over my phone
several times, effectively crushing it, before tossing it inside.
Not much later I was on I-10 headed west to an unknown
destination. In less than an hour, my life had taken a one hundred and eighty
degree turn. I had just driven this way as I came home from LSU, in tears
because I was leaving my friends behind. Now I was in tears for a much more
compelling reason. My family had been slaughtered in our own home and the
carnage left behind would haunt my waking and sleeping hours until the day I
died. Forcing back the tears that threatened to overcome me, I drove on. I
needed to push it all aside and figure out a plan. If I didn’t, I feared I
would be in the same situation as they were. I had to pull off the road a few
times when my sobs and tears made it impossible to see or drive. But later, my
vision blurred for a different reason—exhaustion. It was right before midnight
when I checked into a Days Inn outside of Houston, Texas. I paid for the room
in cash and took the duffle bag I filled in the storage unit, along with my
overnight bag in the room. I was thirsty and should’ve been hungry, but the
contortions in my guts were so damned awful, I knew I’d never be able to
swallow a bite.
Once settled, I dug out the contents of the duffle bag. As
expected, there was a lot of cash. I counted over fifty thousand. That was good
and bad. Good, because I would need the money to survive on for who knew how
long. Bad, because I would have to be very careful. Carrying that much cash was
dangerous. There was also a metal box that contained loose diamonds. What I
would do with those, I had no clue. I would hide them somewhere and figure that
out at a later time. Then I found an unusual necklace. It was a black metal
chain and some kind of odd-looking gemstone—one I had never seen before. With
it was a folded up note in a strange script. I couldn’t read it, but there were
also notes in my father’s handwriting. His notes read:
Necklace brought in by customer and left with me. Unknown
substance. Never before seen. Checked all data entries to date and could not
identify. Customer also gave me the untranslatable note. Took to linguistics
professor at Tulane and he was unfamiliar with the language. Predates anything
he’d ever seen. My best guess—some ancient tribal torque. Stone seems to pick
up unusual traits when exposed to heat, cold, darkness and light.
And that was it. There was also a Bible with it and a few
passages marked. That wasn’t surprising since my dad was a very spiritual man. But then as I was putting everything away, a small slip of
thick paper fell out of the Bible. All it said was:
To the keeper: wear at all times. Let not it fall into false
hands lest ye face universal destruction.
The handwriting was odd and not my father’s. What did this
mean? Why was it so important to wear this all the time? And if it were so important
to be worn, what was it doing in my father’s safe, obviously not being worn by anyone? What did it
mean by false hands? And where did Dad get this? And why wasn’t he able to
identify the stone? He was a gemologist, for crying out loud. He should’ve been
able to identify any kind of stone. So many damn unanswered questions. I looked
at the paper again. It was yellowed and thick, like old parchment. The letters
were drawn and looked more like symbols, now that I inspected it more closely.
What did this mean? As my fingers brushed across the surface of the paper, I
found that it wasn’t really paper at all, but a type of stiff cloth. I lifted
it up to the light, not quite sure what I was searching for. As I stared at it,
something seemed to go in and out of focus. I blamed it on my sleep-deprived
state. I’d been up late the night before, partying with my friends. And now
dealing with this, my brain was not functioning properly. I knew I needed to
crash, but I doubted I could actually sleep. I decided to turn on the TV and
see if a movie might lull me into a calm enough state.
I drifted off and woke up about five-thirty. As I lay there,
I thought I heard someone sneaking around in my room. I quickly turned the
light on and didn’t breathe easy until I made sure I was safe. Since I was
awake, I grabbed my computer and got on the hotel’s internet. I immediately
checked the New Orleans news and saw there were no murders reported. Since it
was still early, no one had probably realized my family had even been killed.
The idea that they were gone brought another round of body-racking sobs, but I
forced them back. I couldn’t let myself grieve for them, as much as I wanted
to. I couldn’t let myself curl up in that tiny ball and wither away, even
though that’s what I wanted. They wouldn’t want that. They would want me to
push on and survive. So that’s what I did. I came up a plan. I would drive to
Oklahoma City. It seemed like an obscure enough of a town, and no one I knew
would ever think to look for me there because I didn’t know a soul in Oklahoma.
I stopped in Dallas for a couple of hours and made it to Oklahoma City by mid
afternoon, where I got a room at a Hampton Inn.
After I checked in, I took a badly needed shower. Luckily
enough, I had organized and packed my bags for vacation, so all my stuff was in
one suitcase. After my shower, I got on the hotel internet again to check the
New Orleans news. I was shocked to see there were no reports of my family’s
murder. What was going on? Why wouldn’t someone have called it in? My dad owned
a jewelry store and my mom worked there with him. Surely someone had noticed
they hadn’t opened in the last day. What was going on? I came up with all sorts
of weird explanations, but none of them were solid. And then there were my sister’s
friends. Why hadn’t they come around and reported it? None of this added up.
Maybe I was wrong to have run the way I did. Maybe I should’ve stayed and
called the police. But Dad’s note was clearly meant for me. He wouldn’t have
written it in his own blood as he died, if he didn’t think I was in danger.
I needed a reality check. Was my mind lucid? I went back and
ticked through the facts as I remembered them. Left school and all was fine.
Talked to my mom that morning and texted her in the afternoon as I was leaving.
Got home to a macabre scene. Found Dad’s note next to his body, telling me to
hide. Left home and went to the storage unit to retrieve the contents of his
safe. Then I hit the road. How could I not be lucid? I was as sane as ever.
Then something nagged at me. I grabbed my computer and
Googled Dad’s jewelry store. Nothing came up. That was odd. He’d had a website
forever. I revamped it two years ago and would help him whenever he had issues
with it. I just did maintenance on the thing a month ago. His business
should’ve come up in a Google search. Next I entered his website’s address,
which was only his business’ name. That directed me to a search page, as if the
website didn’t exist. I knew the website existed, damn it. What the hell
was going on here? So I tried it again and the same thing happened. I entered
“Bressan’s Gems” into Google again. Nothing showed up. It was as if the store
had never existed. I went to Yellow Pages to look them up. There was no
listing. Okay, this was really weirding me out. How could that be? How could
all this be wiped out in a matter of a couple of days? A business can’t just
disappear. That’s not possible.
Or is it? Whoever killed my parents must have ties to the
government or someone really powerful to be able to do something like that. You
can’t erase stuff from the internet like that. Not unless you know people.
Powerful people. Shit. I’m in deep ass trouble. What the hell
did my dad do? Who was he mixed up with? Was he involved in diamond smuggling
or something? I couldn’t believe my dad would do anything like that. Dad was as
honest as the day is long. He and Mom emphasized that no matter what, never
ever lie. No, Dad wouldn’t do anything illegal. This was something else. And I
wasn’t sure I wanted to find out.
I slammed my computer shut, packed up my stuff, and left. I
needed to get the hell out of there. If they were tracking anyone Googling the
store, they could track the IP address where I Googled it from. I had no time
to spare.
Nine hours later, I pulled into Albuquerque, New Mexico.
There would be no hotel for me this time. Instead, I headed to an outdoor and
camping store and purchased a tent, sleeping bag, and sleeping pad. I also
bought a bunch of other equipment, such as a lantern, cooler, and items one
would need for camping. Dad used to take us camping when we were young, so I
was familiar with the basics of it. Then I asked the sales clerk where a good
campground was. He gave me several options and off I went. That tent became my
temporary home. During the evening, I also devised a new a plan. I didn’t know
if I could pull it off, but if I knew if I didn’t, I would most likely die
because I had no doubt the people who killed my family would find and kill me
too. It was a huge risk, and I would have to be as convincing as I’d ever been,
but if it worked, it would be the key to saving my life.










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Whiskey, women and sleepless nights…United States Army Captain Gabriel Hastings knew he would always follow in his grandfather’s footsteps. Serving his country was his destiny.
Until he fell in love…When Gabe’s love affair is cut short, he turns to whiskey for comfort and swears he will never fall in love again.
Until he bumps into an unexpected angel…By all appearances, Autumn Jones has the perfect life. Her husband, Richard, is a loving man who wants to be a father to her unborn children. But Autumn knows the truth. Richard has a controlling, dark side that leaves nothing to chance, especially Autumn. He’ll stop at nothing to make her the trophy wife he wants her to be.

When Autumn bumps into Gabe, he consumes her every thought, but she can’t act on her feelings. She’s married to a dark man she can never leave.

When he learns who Autumn’s husband really is, Gabe knows he will stop at nothing to protect her.
Or is it too late for him to save his angel?




About Kimberly Knight
Website Facebook TwitterKimberly Knight lives in the mountains near a lake with her loving husband and spoiled cat, Precious. In her spare time, she enjoys watching her favorite reality TV shows, watching the San Francisco Giants win World Series and the San Jose Sharks kick butt. She's also a two time Desmoid tumor/cancer fighter that's made her stronger and an inspiration to her fans. Now that she lives near a lake, she plans on working on her tan and doing more outdoor stuff like watching hot guys waterski. However, the bulk of her time is dedicated to writing and reading romance and erotic fiction.

The Gatekeeper's Trilogy and Giveaway!

Readers are calling this series, "Amazing," "Addicting," and "One of the best modern retelling of ancient myth." Kirkus Reviews wrote that it's "sure to thrill Hunger Games fans," and Midwest Book Reviews calls it "a powerful young adult fantasy."

A teen becomes entangled with the gods of Mount Olympus when one of them, Thanatos, the god of death, wants his chance at love. He makes a deal with his father, Hades, but not all the gods want him to succeed.

Part paranormal romance and part adventure story, this trilogy follows Therese's adventures as she struggles to overcome the challenges the gods dish her in her quest to become like them.

For one week only, from June 7th to June 13th, the digital box set of The Gatekeeper's Trilogy, usually $5.98, can be downloaded from any ebook retailer for 99 cents!

That's three full-length novels, a total of 230,564 words, for less than a buck!


Here are the download links:

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To celebrate this one-week sale, Eva Pohler Books is also giving one lucky winner a $40 gift certificate of his or her choice, plus a signed paperback set of the trilogy. Keep reading to find out how to enter.

This series was initially written as a trilogy and can end with the third book, or you can keeping reading through all six. This box set includes the first three books. If you want to keep reading, come back here to follow Therese's adventures as she strives to become a goddess in the ancient Greek pantheon.

You can find the other three books in the series here:



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Kindle Nook

iBooks Google Play

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Kindle Nook

iBooks Google Play

Smashwords Kobo



After you download your copy of The Gatekeeper's Trilogy, be sure to enter this international rafflecopter giveaway, which ends at midnight on June 13th. You can enter daily! Then be sure to come back to this page to find out if you won and to get the other three books in the saga!

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Beautifully Wounded soon to be in audio

I'm excited to announce that production on the audiobook for Beautifully Wounded has been completed and the audiobook should be available with a week at audible.com, Amazon.com and iTunes. Here is a sample to get you in the mood.

Beautifully Wounded Trailer

This beautiful book trailer for Beautifully Wounded was produced by Book Obsession Productions and I have to say, it is as the title suggests. Simply beautiful. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do.

https://youtu.be/53bkaSofd0U