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Book Title: Flawed and DamagedAuthor: Emily KratGenre: Ne...

Book Title: Flawed and DamagedAuthor: Emily KratGenre: New Adult/Contemporary RomanceRelease Date: 22 July, 2014


Two people haunted by their past…The collision of two damaged hearts…Meet Elizabeth Williams. She is at the airport on an important work assignment. If everything goes smoothly, after three years of hard work, she’ll get a promotion and a much-needed raise. Elizabeth is putting her life back on track after it was ripped out from under her feet four years ago when she lost her parents along with all her dreams. Standing here, she believes her life is going to change for the better any moment now. Nothing can go wrong, right?Meet Ryan Price. He came to Moscow on business. Right now, Ryan is standing at the airport looking at a ‘present’ from his brother, judging by the sign a beautiful young woman is holding. Damn his brother for not cancelling this arrangement as Ryan asked.Miscommunications and misunderstandings and a love story begins.There will be a scary flight, lovely breakfasts, long evening conversations, sharing a secret or two, discovering one another, a lot of laughter, tender moments and some tears, a fight and, of course, the I-am-ready-for-the-end-of-the-world kiss.Somewhere along the way, they won’t be able to fight their feelings any longer.For the first time in his life, Ryan will experience a different shade of lust. And for the first time in her life, Elizabeth will have to trust despite all of the times she has been hurt.Will these two wounded lost souls find love, peace and comfort in each other or will they just break each other more? Is it a train wreck of a love story or a happily ever after?


“Ryan, I love you.” He looks confused, but relief is evident in his eyes, so I continue. “It was wrong of me to tell you about my feelings like I did yesterday. I was being a coward. I’m glad you shared all this with me. I won’t run, Ryan.”“But, I don’t understand. How can you love me? Even after I told you about what I’ve done … How can you love someone so … horrible?” he says bitterly.“You are not horrible, Ryan. I know it. I feel it.”“How?” The desperation in his voice squeezes my chest.I stare into the deep green pools that are his eyes and wonder how I can show him what I see.“In here,” I point to my heart, “I believe my heart. And from what you told me, I can tell that you had no family except Mark. You were a kid at thirteen who didn’t want to lose his brother, you were a young man who sacrificed his own freedom for someone he loved the most. Now you are a big business mogul who may be harsh toward his employees, but puts them first even when seeking revenge. It’s an honor for me to love someone as devoted as you.”“Liz, I’ve lied – ” I interrupt him.“We are people, Ryan. We all make mistakes. You think I’m so pure? I wanted to use David to stay in Seattle. I agreed to marry someone for my own selfish reasons. Then I came to Russia and spent more than six months making my Granny’s life a living hell. She lost her only daughter. I never once thought about her feelings. She was old, she needed my care, and all I did was sulk for my old life. Even with you, how do you know I’m not using you? Maybe I just like this sense of fulfillment I feel with you that overwhelms the loneliness I've felt for so long. I am not a saint, Ryan. I also did awful things.”Ryan contemplates my words for several minutes. Then says quietly, “I lied to you.”I sigh. Now I don’t like the direction this conversation is taking. “You already told me that you didn’t need an assistant. There’s more?”“I read your journal.” The blood drains from my face.“You what?” My voice trembles.“When we were in Nice – the night you got drunk with Mark – I saw your notebook and I read it.”“I … I …” No words come out of my mouth because I don’t have any. I can’t believe he did it. I wrote my sacred thoughts there, poured some raw feelings on those pages. They were never meant for anyone’s eyes other than mine.“I’m sorry I did it. I was at a loss, I couldn’t understand what I was feeling for you.”“So you read my journal to understand yourself? Ryan, it’s private. I poured my soul there. How could you do this?” I may be screaming now, but I don’t care. Some boundaries can’t be crossed.“That’s who I am, Elizabeth. I don’t care about people’s privacy.”“I’m so mad at you right now. I don’t even know what to say. Is that all?”“No.”Oh God!“Tell me.” He almost looks scared. That’s when I know there are so many more lies he doesn’t want to tell me about. “Now, Ryan. You are going to tell me every damn thing. You owe me this.”







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Always an avid reader who consumes whole books in a single day, Emily Krat is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page. For her writing stories and developing ideas for novels is a true passion and a dream come true. Emily is a chocolate junkie, “Grey’s Anatomy” fan, and admirer of good music. She loves summer rains, warm blankets on cold winter nights, as well as traveling, sleeping in late, watching TV shows, cooking, and baking. When she’s not writing or rewriting, she loves spending time with family and friends.
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New Release from Jennifer Simpkins ~ Headfirst into Home (Guess who helped pick the title?)

Guess who helped pick the title? Yes, me!
Headfirst into HomeBy: Jennifer Simpkins
Blurb:Coming off of a divorce, Rachel Young’s focus is on moving forward and making a life for her and her daughter. When ex-baseball hottie, Ty Robinson, waltzes back into her life, tempting her with his kisses, forming a bond with her daughter, and making promises for their future, she willingly gives him her heart.

Ty has harbored a deep desire for small town beauty, Rachel, for the past ten years. Fate dropped her in his path when they were teenagers, leading to one magical night. Following an injury, he has come home, determined to prove to Rachel he is home for good.

After a life changing phone call, Ty is faced with taking another opportunity at playing the game he’s always loved and the woman and child that have stolen his heart. In the end, is he capable of giving Rachel what she needs—a sense of home and most importantly, honesty?
Excerpt:With all the laughter and cracking of the billiard balls, Rachel was amazed she’d even heard the bell ding above the entrance door, either announcing or saying good-bye to a customer. People were coming in, while others were making it an early night and heading home. This was one of those rare nights where she didn’t have to be home at a certain time. Her mom responsibilities were put on hold for the next twelve hours. Her daughter was safe and happy, and Rachel was set on having a good time.She saw him first.If she was smart she would’ve sank down in the booth, trying to make herself unnoticeable or give him the hint she still wasn’t interested in talking. It was the same way she treated him after…well, after the night that changed her life. She was still on the fence as to if that change was a good thing…or a very bad thing.Turns out she wasn’t smart. At least not when sinfully, sexy Ty Robinson stood just feet away from where she sat. Smart and Ty never had gone hand in hand with her. He clouded her judgment—always had. She sat up straight, almost announcing herself to him, begging him to waltz in her direction.His warm gaze locked on her instantly. Was he surprised to see her? She couldn’t tell. But from what she could tell by his wide grin, flashing pearly whites, he didn’t look unpleasant at the sight of her. That was a good sign.“Mmm…” God, did she just sigh out loud. No, it wasn’t fair he still could turn her brain to mush. How was that even possible?“What’s that?” Morgan asked, her eyes narrowed. “What’s wrong with you? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”No, it wasn’t a ghost, not by a long shot. She would have been a lot safer if the man standing just feet away from her, looking like the hottest thing ever to grace The Eight Ball, was paranormal. A fitted gray T-shirt stretched over a formed chest, revealing muscular—but not overwhelming—tanned arms. Was it possible he’d grown taller since the last time she’d seen him? He had to be at least six feet plus inches. Long legs filled the luckiest faded pair of blue jeans. And here she thought seeing him on television, under the blazing sun, perspiration forming above his brow, and with an intense expression as he sized up his opponent in the batter’s box was enough to get her juices flowing. Watching his baseball games were entertaining, but didn’t come close to seeing him up close.Rachel couldn’t will herself to look away. “I can’t believe he’s back. Why is he here?” Ty’s sister, Stacey, one of her best friends, never said anything about her twin brother coming back to town. At least not to Rachel, she didn’t. Could it have been Stacey didn’t even know? “I wonder if Stacey has seen him yet.” Another thought came to mind. It was enough to turn her attention back on Morgan. “How do I look?”“You look like you always do. Why is who back? And what does it have to do with Stacey? I’m sorry, Rach, but you’re not making a lick of sense.”Rachel fiddled with the paper napkin under her glass of wine, too afraid to look up again. “Ty. Ty Robinson just walked in.”Before Rachel could tell her friend not to make it obvious they were talking about him by whipping her head around, Morgan was already turned completely around in the booth, eyes fixated on Ty. “Oh. My. God. It’s really him, isn’t it?”Isn’t that what she had just said? “Morgan,” Rachel said through clenched teeth. “He’s looking right at us. Can you please turn your ass back around? Geez!”“What do you think this means?” Morgan asked, once again facing forward. “I think he retired the end of last season. I think I heard it was some kind of arm injury. Do you think he’s back for good?”Opening Day, something she only knew because it was considered a holiday in Lincoln Springs, was a little over three weeks ago. And since he was in Lincoln Springs and not playing under the big lights, it was safe to say the rumors of Ty retiring after only playing six years in the Major Leagues was true.“I’m not sure what it all means.”“Well, it’s not like he hasn’t been back in the past ten years. He used to visit once a year.”This time felt different. In the past ten years Rachel had only seen glimpses of Ty around town when he would come to visit his family. She had stayed away, never even offering a hello to him, because of her marriage to James. As far as she knew he hadn’t been in town in the last three years.The already loud bar got even louder as everyone figured out the biggest thing to come out of Lincoln Springs had returned. A lot of hellos were given, a lot more slaps on the back…and of course women appeared out of every corner like cockroaches, swarming around him.Rachel casually sipped her wine, peeking over the rim of the glass to catch another eyeful of an all grown-up Ty Robinson. In the past couple years she’d caught a few of his games. Because he played on the West Coast, the games were always on late. Sometimes after she’d put Brooklyn to bed and had a few minutes to sit back and relax, she would turn on a California Wolverines game. She wasn’t always sure what exactly was happening on the ball field, but…God, the things that man could do to her. She didn’t have to understand all the ins and outs of baseball to appreciate the sight of him in a pair of uniform pants.Leisurely walking through the crowd of people, shaking hands with guys he’d grown up with, smiling at all the pretty girls who fluttered their eyelashes at him, Rachel watched him make his way toward the booth she and Morgan shared.“Don’t look,” Rachel said. She felt it was important to remind Morgan of that right off the bat. What was up with her and baseball terms tonight? “He’s coming over here.”
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Bio:
Jennifer has always been an avid reader, but it wasn't until she became a stay-at-home mom did she start to read romance. Her passion of reading romance turned into another passion she had as a child—writing. One late night of writing about sexy heroes and strong-willed heroines turned into two nights, until seven months later she had written her first novel.

She lives in a small, North Carolina town with her supportive husband (whose dream is to be on the cover of one of her books), a beautiful daughter, and two dogs who can’t seem to get along. If she's not writing you can find her reading, hanging out with her family, or cheering on the New York Yankees.


Other Books by Jennifer:
Moving OnTrusting Patience (Patience #3)Loving Patience (Patience #2)Forgiving Patience (Patience #1)
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Pre-Release Blitz ~ The Sweetest Taboo (IR/erotic/BDSM)

All About Harper Miller
Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back to the Big Apple.


A lackluster love life leaves time to explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo is her debut novel. In her mind the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect, humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.

When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.

I write because book boyfriends are AWESOME! #singleindieauthorproblems

You can also send me a friend request on Facebook. I love befriending fans! 



Synopsis
New York City, Late Summer 2009


Like many single women who reside in the city that never sleeps, Micah
Foster has had numerous encounters with undesirable men that make her
want to renounce love. Just when she’s
on the verge of calling it quits in her quest to find love and a
sustainable relationship with a Dominant man, her friend Kisa requests
her company for a girl’s night out at Spanxxx, a local fetish club. Both
Kisa and Micah are seasoned submissive players in the BDSM lifestyle.
Micah has been involved in the scene since her early twenties, but she
has yet to meet a Dominant she meshes with and takes seriously. Now, at
age thirty, she continues to search for a connection that repeatedly
eludes her. Under duress, she crosses paths with Dominant Rick Thomas.
Unusual and dire circumstances bring the pair together, and he’s exactly
what Micah has been searching for.

The Sweetest Taboo is aptly
titled. It’s an unconventional erotic love story that provides a
different perspective of a relationship involving D/s and BDSM. The
reader will follow Micah and Rick’s journey from beginning to end.
You’ll laugh, you'll be turned on, and most of all, you’ll find yourself
cheering for their love.

*Disclaimer* If rough sex, an
interracial pairing (Black woman/White man), D/s, and BDSM are of no
interest to you, you should bypass this story. Intended for a mature and
kinky audience. Recommended for adults 18+.




 Random fun facts about Harper
1. I enjoy porn. *bow chica wow wow*
2. I was a professional Dominatrix for a spell. They say write what you know!

3. I'm a pop culture junkie! You'll see a few pop culture references in
my novel. I'm full of useless pop culture information and was once a
semi-finalist on Who Wants to be a Millionaire.
4. Buffy the Vampire Slayer is my favorite show of all time! #teamAngel
5. My favorite movies are: Purple Rain, Desperately Seeking Susan, A Fish Called Wanda, and The Crow
6. I still watch cartoons. Jem and the Holograms is my favorite. It's truly, truly, truly outrageous.

7. I wrote The Sweetest Taboo because I wanted to see an Alpha hero
that wasn't a douche! A lot of tales involving BDSM tend to make the
hero hard nosed and unlikeable. Rick Thomas completely tosses that
ideology aside. He's physically attractive, sensitive, direct, and he's
looking for the perfect sub.
8. I went to Catholic school most of my life hehe. The bad girl was always waiting to come out.
9. I hate rollercoasters.

10. I loveeeee to read and I've missed reading these past few months.
My favorite authors are Zadie Smith, Toni Morrison, Octavia Butler, Tess
Gerritsen, and Nicci French.



Excerpt:

“Afternoon.” I shoved My
hands down into the pockets of My lab coat before I did something
unprofessional. “Are you all ready to go?”

she nodded. “Yes, Dr. Thomas. The nurse brought my discharge papers a
few hours ago. i was just packing my stuff before heading out, but i’m
glad You stopped by. i wanted to thank You for Your help.
“i
can’t tell You how humbled i am by Your act of kindness. You saved my
life, and i will be forever grateful,” she said as her eyes darted
around the room, looking everywhere but at Me. she shoved a sweater into
her bag with less care than she took with her other clothing.
her words were sincere, but for whatever reason, I must have made her
nervous, although I wasn’t sure why. she gathered the plastic bag and
her purse before quickly brushing past Me and exiting the room.
This was not how I envisioned things going. I increased My pace and
caught up with micah at the nurse’s station. It was all or nothing; I
only had a few moments to make an impression.
“ms. foster? micah?” I called out. I composed Myself as I approached her.
she slowed her pace, bid farewell to the nurses, then turned in My
direction. I jumped at the opportunity, unable to wait a moment longer.
“ms. foster, I was hoping to speak with you before you left. Once you
signed the discharge papers, the doctor-patient relationship ended. That
means I’m no longer your treating physician and you’re no longer My
patient. With that said, I have a question I’d like to ask. Please hear
Me out. Don’t take this the wrong way . . .”
her facial expression was unreadable, so I continued.
“I’m not trying to be a creep, but I would regret letting you leave
today without at least giving this a fair shot. I sincerely apologize if
you feel this is inappropriate or too forward, but ms. foster, I’d love
your company for a drink or dinner . . . whichever you’d prefer. Will
you allow Me to take you out?”
Waiting for her answer seemed to
take an eternity. she didn't look at My face; instead her gaze landed
somewhere around the name embroidered on the left breast pocket of My
lab coat. her lower lip found its way between her teeth as she stared,
apparently deep in thought. In what seemed to be a delayed reaction, she
gawked up at My face, clearly surprised by My question.
Was
she put off by the entire idea or just caught off guard by My request?
Either way, her answer would let Me know which way she was leaning. I
just hoped to God she wasn’t leaning toward no.
she finally provided Me a small reprieve. “You want to take me out?”
“Yes.”
“Like on a date?”
“Yes,” I replied again.
“i’m sorry, Dr. Thomas, but i don’t date,” she said, dismissing Me as she continued toward the elevators.
Oh, she was going to make this interesting. her flippant attitude
bothered the hell out of Me, but I was going to see this through. I
quickly followed in an attempt to catch her before the elevator doors
opened and she walked out of My life.
Coming to select e-book retailers on 11/27 Thanksgiving Day!
Bio:
Harper Miller is a thirty-something native New Yorker. She’s traveled
the world and lived in a variety of places but always finds her way back
to the Big Apple.
A lackluster love life leaves time to
explore new interests, for Harper it is writing. The Sweetest Taboo is
her debut novel. In her mind the perfect Alpha male possesses intellect,
humor, and a kinky streak that rivals the size of California.
When she isn’t writing, Harper utilizes her graduate degree in the field
of medical research. She enjoys fitness-related activities, drinking
copious amounts of wine, and going on bad dates.







 Where to find Harper 
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authorharpermiller

Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/authorharpmill
Goodreads author profile: http://www.goodreads.com/authorharpmillGoodreads page for The Sweetest Taboo: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/23203331-the-sweetest-taboo



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Sometimes, you have to lose something to appreciate what you have. That's the situation my heroine finds herself in in my recent release, TuDawgs. Melody "Nicey" Alexander has lost everything, thanks to her affair with the lieutenant governor, but she's about to find out that what she has left is more than enough. The story is an erotic romp through a carnival, a tale about a bad girl and a carnie, and how to find your way back home. 

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(excerpt)We soon reached the double-length booth. Cheap glassware glittered under hot lights. Glasses, baking dishes, clear plates, coffee cups, and ash trays were stacked so the easy-to-land tosses would net something small or garish. The more desirable items perched on rotating platforms. Squinting, I studied the wares.

The booth attendant approached. I handed over eight quarters and got back twenty-five dimes. “Uh, you miscounted.” I handed five coins back, raising my voice to be heard over the guy calling bingo in the next tent.

“Nah, you’re good,” the young man assured me, darting a look at Carnie from under raised brows. He curled my fingers over the coins. “Keep ‘em. Call it a customer loyalty bonus.”

Carnie snorted and glared at the teenager. “Yeah, right.” Was he jealous? The kid couldn’t be twenty.

I spied a red casserole dish with a clear glass lid. There were several more scattered throughout the display, in various sizes. I pointed to one about three inches square, atop of one of the rotating stands. The small ones would be the hardest to win, since it’d be easier for the dime to slide off the miniscule surface. The dishes were perfect to hold leftovers when my mother cooked for one—after I found a way to move out.

“Aim for those.” I pointed.

Carnie huffed. “You say that like my mama doesn’t need new drinking glasses.”

His aggrieved look made me burst out laughing. He was easy to be around. God, did I ever need someone easy to be around.

“Okay, but if I stick this dime, you’re kissing me.” He waved the coin under my nose.

“And if you miss?”

“I kiss you.”

I threw my dime. “You must know a lot of dumb women.” The coin skidded across the bottom of the upended dish and fell off the other side.

The attendant yelled, “Winner! Winner!” He reached into the display and turned, sitting a striped tea glass in front of me. I slid the tumbler in front of Carnie.

“Looks like you’re not going home to mama empty-handed after all.” I took aim again, breathing deep and trying to calm down, so I could take a little off my throw. The dime struck the same spot as before and began to skid. I grabbed Carnie’s arm, jumping up and down. “Stop. C’mon, stop!”

The leading edge hung over the side, but the coin stayed on the dish.

“We got us another winner!” the young carnival worker cried. He lifted the tablecloth and grabbed an identical dish from a big box underneath. After popping the lid on top, he placed my prize on the railing in front of me.

“I think you’re a ringer,” Carnie said, poking me in the rib. “Tell the truth. You throw dimes for a living.”“No, but I used to rake them in.” He raised a brow and I regretted bring up the topic. No sense getting depressed. “I’m two for two… and you?” I faked a grin, overwhelmed by a surge of longing for my former position as fundraising director for a children’s charity.

He dragged his dime along the side of his jaw. Think about that nice, square jaw. Not Deuce Tattersall or the job he cost me.

“For the record, I prefer intelligent women.” Carnie’s coin struck the side of the dish I’d hit. He laughed when the dime bounced off and landed on the white table covering. “Looks like you get a kiss.”

Why not? I lifted my chin as he moved close. His body blocked out the hustle and bustle around us. The rock and roll rhythm blaring from the nearby rides pounded through me. He moved one hand to the small of my back, pulling me against him. But he took his sweet time lowering his head.

There’s a place between being manhandled and being handled by a man that turns my will to water. Carnie made himself at home in that spot.

He didn’t try to take more than I offered. No tongue forced itself into my mouth. His lips were firm, yet soft. I enjoyed the way his hands felt on my body. His warmth was welcome in the crisp, evening air. This is nice.

When Carnie raised his head, he stared into my eyes for a long moment, then leaned in again. This time, he brushed his lips back and forth over mine. The soft friction generated a tingle that lingered on my lips long after he pulled away and sailed his dime through the air.

Very nice. I couldn’t keep staring, so I looked for an easier dish to aim for. His coin struck the side of the dish but ricocheted onto the ground. “Oh, look. You get another kiss.”

He turned toward me. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. I expected another chaste kiss, but he teased his way inside my mouth. I forgot about the stupid dishes. I forgot my vow to give up bad boys. I forgot I was only with him to piss Molly off. All I could think was how good he tasted and how damn well he kissed.

 Stroke for stroke, I responded eagerly, exploring him and letting him explore me. I slid my hands underneath the denim jacket, enjoying the way his muscles felt against my palms.

“Hey, Brass. You gonna pitch a dime or pitch a tent?” The young attendant snickered.

What kind of name is Brass? Insider joke, no doubt about his balls. Nobody named their kid Brass. I decided to stick with Carnie.

Carnie broke away with a growl. Wordlessly, he tossed his entire handful of dimes over his shoulder and put his hand at the small of my back again, pulling me closer. Pressed to his chest, my nipples began to throb. The sensation echoed between my thighs.

“Damn, brother. You trying to break me?” Glass clinked behind us when the attendant moved his winnings to the wide rail at Carnie’s back. Paper rattled, but I was lost in the man.

“Hey, lady. Isn’t this you?”

I broke away and stared in horror at the crumpled newspaper the young man held up. My face stared back, schooled into the mask I wore walking into the Columbia FBI office with my hands locked into steel cuffs.The bold headline screamed. Lt. Governor’s Mistress Set Free in Children’s Charity Scam Case.

Set free. Not “exonerated,” but set free, like little elves worked some magical spell to conceal my guilt. No one conceals guilt from the FBI. Those bastards ripped my life apart until they knew which brand of tampons I prefer. No, their investigation was more intense than that. They knew which coupons I’d clipped for those tampons were expired. 
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Sometimes, you have to lose something to appreciate what you have. That's the situation my heroine finds herself in in my recent release, TuDawgs. Melody "Nicey" Alexander has lost everything, thanks to her affair with the lieutenant governor, but she's about to find out that what she has left is more than enough. The story is an erotic romp through a carnival, a tale about a bad girl and a carnie, and how to find your way back home. 

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(excerpt)We soon reached the double-length booth. Cheap glassware glittered under hot lights. Glasses, baking dishes, clear plates, coffee cups, and ash trays were stacked so the easy-to-land tosses would net something small or garish. The more desirable items perched on rotating platforms. Squinting, I studied the wares.

The booth attendant approached. I handed over eight quarters and got back twenty-five dimes. “Uh, you miscounted.” I handed five coins back, raising my voice to be heard over the guy calling bingo in the next tent.

“Nah, you’re good,” the young man assured me, darting a look at Carnie from under raised brows. He curled my fingers over the coins. “Keep ‘em. Call it a customer loyalty bonus.”

Carnie snorted and glared at the teenager. “Yeah, right.” Was he jealous? The kid couldn’t be twenty.

I spied a red casserole dish with a clear glass lid. There were several more scattered throughout the display, in various sizes. I pointed to one about three inches square, atop of one of the rotating stands. The small ones would be the hardest to win, since it’d be easier for the dime to slide off the miniscule surface. The dishes were perfect to hold leftovers when my mother cooked for one—after I found a way to move out.

“Aim for those.” I pointed.

Carnie huffed. “You say that like my mama doesn’t need new drinking glasses.”

His aggrieved look made me burst out laughing. He was easy to be around. God, did I ever need someone easy to be around.

“Okay, but if I stick this dime, you’re kissing me.” He waved the coin under my nose.

“And if you miss?”

“I kiss you.”

I threw my dime. “You must know a lot of dumb women.” The coin skidded across the bottom of the upended dish and fell off the other side.

The attendant yelled, “Winner! Winner!” He reached into the display and turned, sitting a striped tea glass in front of me. I slid the tumbler in front of Carnie.

“Looks like you’re not going home to mama empty-handed after all.” I took aim again, breathing deep and trying to calm down, so I could take a little off my throw. The dime struck the same spot as before and began to skid. I grabbed Carnie’s arm, jumping up and down. “Stop. C’mon, stop!”

The leading edge hung over the side, but the coin stayed on the dish.

“We got us another winner!” the young carnival worker cried. He lifted the tablecloth and grabbed an identical dish from a big box underneath. After popping the lid on top, he placed my prize on the railing in front of me.

“I think you’re a ringer,” Carnie said, poking me in the rib. “Tell the truth. You throw dimes for a living.”“No, but I used to rake them in.” He raised a brow and I regretted bring up the topic. No sense getting depressed. “I’m two for two… and you?” I faked a grin, overwhelmed by a surge of longing for my former position as fundraising director for a children’s charity.

He dragged his dime along the side of his jaw. Think about that nice, square jaw. Not Deuce Tattersall or the job he cost me.

“For the record, I prefer intelligent women.” Carnie’s coin struck the side of the dish I’d hit. He laughed when the dime bounced off and landed on the white table covering. “Looks like you get a kiss.”

Why not? I lifted my chin as he moved close. His body blocked out the hustle and bustle around us. The rock and roll rhythm blaring from the nearby rides pounded through me. He moved one hand to the small of my back, pulling me against him. But he took his sweet time lowering his head.

There’s a place between being manhandled and being handled by a man that turns my will to water. Carnie made himself at home in that spot.

He didn’t try to take more than I offered. No tongue forced itself into my mouth. His lips were firm, yet soft. I enjoyed the way his hands felt on my body. His warmth was welcome in the crisp, evening air. This is nice.

When Carnie raised his head, he stared into my eyes for a long moment, then leaned in again. This time, he brushed his lips back and forth over mine. The soft friction generated a tingle that lingered on my lips long after he pulled away and sailed his dime through the air.

Very nice. I couldn’t keep staring, so I looked for an easier dish to aim for. His coin struck the side of the dish but ricocheted onto the ground. “Oh, look. You get another kiss.”

He turned toward me. My heart skipped a beat when his lips touched mine. I expected another chaste kiss, but he teased his way inside my mouth. I forgot about the stupid dishes. I forgot my vow to give up bad boys. I forgot I was only with him to piss Molly off. All I could think was how good he tasted and how damn well he kissed.

 Stroke for stroke, I responded eagerly, exploring him and letting him explore me. I slid my hands underneath the denim jacket, enjoying the way his muscles felt against my palms.

“Hey, Brass. You gonna pitch a dime or pitch a tent?” The young attendant snickered.

What kind of name is Brass? Insider joke, no doubt about his balls. Nobody named their kid Brass. I decided to stick with Carnie.

Carnie broke away with a growl. Wordlessly, he tossed his entire handful of dimes over his shoulder and put his hand at the small of my back again, pulling me closer. Pressed to his chest, my nipples began to throb. The sensation echoed between my thighs.

“Damn, brother. You trying to break me?” Glass clinked behind us when the attendant moved his winnings to the wide rail at Carnie’s back. Paper rattled, but I was lost in the man.

“Hey, lady. Isn’t this you?”

I broke away and stared in horror at the crumpled newspaper the young man held up. My face stared back,schooled into the mask I wore walking into the Columbia FBI office with my hands locked into steel cuffs.The bold headline screamed. Lt. Governor’s Mistress Set Free in Children’s Charity Scam Case.

Set free. Not “exonerated,” but set free, like little elves worked some magical spell to conceal my guilt. No one conceals guilt from the FBI. Those bastards ripped my life apart until they knew which brand of tampons I prefer. No, their investigation was more intense than that. They knew which coupons I’d clipped for those tampons were expired. 
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Cover Reveal! Deeper by Allyn Lesley

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Everything Avianna Linton thought she knew was shattered in one traffic stop. With her life turned upside down, she flees to the bright lights of New York City hoping for anonymity and a new life. 

Rising from nothing, Noah Adams holds onto his power and control with a bone-crushing grip. No one dared challenge his authority until her...

Avi’s disdain for Noah is barely contained, and Noah does everything he can to restrain himself—a concept he has little experience with.

There’s more between the two than either of them realize. A force looms near, hovering with deadly precision and motivated solely by revenge.

Avi wonders who her new friends truly are and if she’s already in too deep. Noah, accustomed to getting what he wants, will do whatever it takes to draw Avi's in deeper. 

Deeper is an interracial romantic suspense novel by new author Allyn Lesley.












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Noah shoved his hands in his pockets so he wouldn’t touch her without permission. “What’s your name?”She straightened her posture, meeting his stare while folding her arms over her chest. “What’s yours?”  Noah laughed out loud. Well look at this. She has the balls to question me to my face? He stepped closer to the woman who piqued his interest. “I like that you don’t scare easily. But I asked you first.” Damn, she’s short. Her head just reached his shoulder. His gaze lowered to her open-toe gold shoes that showed off the cutest digits he’d ever seen. He appreciated that even in heels he towered over her. Her glare greeted him when he returned his attention back to her face.“And I asked you second,” she countered with a hand on her hip. “We could play this all night, Mister.”Noah’s gaze deliberately dropped from her tasty-looking lips down to her green dress with the cutout that flirted with her thick thighs. Noah slowly retraced his path up her body and conveyed his intent. Oh yeah, I’m so fucking you tonight. By the time their eyes connected again, Noah’s grin had split his face, revealing a set of deep dimples and gleaming white teeth. She failed miserably at making her small smile into a scowl. His grin disappeared when she took a step backward.“Noah Adams.” The name you’ll be screaming later. He stretched his right hand out, hoping she’d be polite enough to shake. The feel of her hand would have to hold him until he got to the rest in his bed later.




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Biography Allyn Lesley writes real stories about real people. 

As a teen, Allyn lost herself in the pages of some of Romance’s heavyweights, trusting that a happy ever after was just around the corner. In Allyn’s own writing journey, as in life, she’s learned that people don’t always experience recovery and restoration after a fall. Her stories speak to the gritty side of life where the right choice isn't always easily identified and happiness not quickly gained.







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I began writing about the time Ndulgent began reviewing. Over the years, they've been very supportive of my work, as they have many other authors. Happy birthday, Ndulgent, and here's to many, many more years!

To help celebrate, I'm giving away an e-copy copy of my latest release, TuDawgs.  Welcome to TuDawgs. Our county fair booth is now serving one very bad girl, sautéed in scandal and peppered with regrets. We grill her with relentless cops and reporters, top her with a choice, all-beef carnival worker, and slather on the heart-stopping hook-ups. Then we add a generous dollop of old flames and make the stakes mile-high. What’s that? You want a cotton-candy ending for your bad girl? That’ll cost her extra. Don’t say I spilled the secret ingredient, but the carnie’s running a rigged game.Since the story is set at the county fair, just leave me a comment below, telling me your favorite thing about the fair and your e-mail address. Will it be the food, the displays, the rides? For my character, it was the hot carnie she met on opening day. 

(Excerpt) One Night Stand by M.O. Kenyan ~ Release Day!

I'm in love with the cover art of every book in this series.It's release day again for M.O. Kenyan. Book 3 of her New Yorker series is out today.

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The technicalities of a one night stand are usually, you meet a person at a bar, club or pub. You get a sexual vibe then you take off to a motel, the car or to their apartment. Then early in the morning someone sneaks out and you never see each other again. Rich had perfected the art, he didn't expect to see Catalella again, but life has a funny way of surprising you. Catalella ends up being his lawyer and more than that she's got a gift for him, one that he will get in nine months.
EXCERPT 1“Where is your boyfriend?” Rosalinda asked.“My what?” The question had caught Catalella off guard. She hoped that her shock didn’t show. What exactly was she supposed to tell them now? “Oh him, he’s back in the city.”“Who is he? Does he have a name?” Adrian asked, his eyes searching his daughter’s face.“Uh-huh…Rich—” she gulped, “—ard.”“Does Rich-ard, have a last name?”
EXCERPT 2He pushed his way into the apartment, his hands demanding every inch of Catalella. He thought she would resist him but she couldn’t, and when her arms wrapped around his neck that was all he could take. He kicked the door closed and lifted Catalella. He led her to the dining table and a wave of déjà vu hit him. Rich laid her flat on the table and released her lips so that he could take his jacket off. But, as he did, his eyes caught sight of the literature on the table.At first he thought they were a bunch of novels until he saw the words ‘Your first baby’ on one of the books. He stepped back from her, releasing his mind from the hazy cloud of desire. He walked to the other end of the table and picked up the book.“I thought you said you couldn’t get pregnant?”
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TuDawgs Hits #1 on Release Day... Thank You!

Wow, what a release! Thanks so much for making TuDawgs the #1 bestselling IR erotic romance on Amazon the day of launch! It's still hanging out at #2. Read for free with your Kindle Unlimited subscription. There seems to be some confusion about the KU plan. Yes, authors get paid when you borrow their titles and read past the 10% mark, so don't feel like you're screwing me by borrowing through KU. I love the program!
I found this handy-dandy Kindle preview script, so check out the Amazon story preview right here.If you bought it, if you read it, please don't forget to leave a review! Love it, hate it, I want to know. 


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Cover Reveal and Cut Scene from TuDawgs!

Blurb:

Welcome to TuDawgs. Our county fair booth is now serving one very bad girl, sautéed in scandal and peppered with regrets. We grill her with relentless reporters, top her with one choice, all-beef carnival worker and slather on the heart-stopping hook-ups. We’ll throw in a generous dollop of enemies and make the stakes mile-high. What’s that? You want a cotton-candy ending for your bad girl? That’ll cost her extra. Don’t say I spilled the secret ingredient, but  the carnie’s playing a rigged game.


Deleted scene. I love it, but it had to go:

I didn’t have time to figure out what Tee’s issue was, because the trailer shook as Carnie bounded up the stairs. He stuck his head inside the door. “Molly? It’s Molly, right? Can you step out for just a moment, please?”
To my horror, she grinned and waltzed outside, pausing to pinch his cheek. “A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.” Dave’s laughter caused the trailer to shimmy. Can I climb out the window without breaking my neck?
The whole crew burst out laughing. They had no idea he was such a… a… backstabbing, money-grubbing opportunist. They were still snowed by his little act with his niece. Children make such good endorsements, don’t they? My words to Molly mocked me as he took a step in my direction. Backing up was impossible. Bonnie even tried to shove me in his direction.
I turned to snatch the tongs out of David’s hand, thinking I’d somehow fend him off. Dave held them out of reach. With a sinking heart, I felt a hard hand grip my wrist.
He yanked my arm.
“What are you—oof!” My stomach connected with his lowered shoulder. My head struck Noah in the gut when he spun. I kicked and balled my fists to pound his back, but all I got for my trouble was an arm that felt like steel across the backs of my thighs and sore hands. He rounded the end of the concession trailer, grabbed April by the hand, and sauntered through the crowd like it was a day at the beach.
She kept peeking around his body to grin at me, like the ass did this all the time, too. I had a lot to say, none of it fit for the ears of a five-year-old. Not to mention the little issue of getting a deep breath, because every step he took knocked  the air out of me. If some reporter happened to see me in this predicament, I knew damn well a photo would make the scandal rags. I had no choice but to endure. Frustration mounted as he strolled down the midway. When he put me down, should I run like a scalded dog? Or slap him first, then run?
Knee to the nuts. Then get away. Of all the days not to have a car.