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RDL: Work of Art

Has Max, the bad boy of the art world been tamed just as his girlfriend, Ava’s star begins to shine? Anything can happen in Los Angeles, a world where heroes become villains and the rogue saves the day.
An unexpected plane ticket leads our heroine to a meeting that will change her life.
What happens when what’s most precious to you slips out of your grasp? How fiercely will you fight for the one you love?
Join Max and Ava for the dramatic and passionate conclusion to the Work of Art trilogy

Work of Art - The Masterpeice
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Hours later, I open my eyes. The room is dark except for the reflection of the outside streetlights giving the sheer curtains on the tall window's platinum glow. It takes a long moment for me to realize where I am and that Max isn’t next to me. In his place are ripples of sheets that have been peeled back. I’ve kicked off the sheets and lie on my side, nude.
I hear him breathing…deep and ragged. In the dim light, I see movement. As my vision adjusts, I spy Max sitting in the armchair next to our bed.
Gloriously naked, his legs spread and his head leaned against the back of the chair, he slowly strokes himself as he watches me. It’s incredibly erotic, and my desire for him overwhelms me. When our eyes meet, he moans and strokes himself again.
The sight of him instantly arouses me, and I lick my lips as his hands move over what’s mine. His cock looks so commanding from this angle, and I want him badly. I look up, my expression burning.
“Do you mind if I watch?” I whisper in a sleepy voice.
“You want to watch what you do to me?” He gives me a wicked look.
I nod and run my hand over my breasts, circling my nipples.
His lips part. “You were moaning in your sleep, Angel. You got me so worked up, and I didn’t want to wake you, so I came over here and imagined what you were dreaming about.”
“What did you imagine?” I slip one hand between my legs and slowly stroke myself. I notice his fist tighten over his erection.
“Remember that night in the O’Keeffe Museum? We got so turned on by the art, I had you up against the wall with my cock inside of you.
You wanted me so much it made me crazy.”
“I remember, are you kidding? You were wild.”
His eyes roll back as he shudders. It takes him a moment to start speaking again.
“So, I started imagining us in the room near the back of the Picasso museum. Remember the wide bench?”
“The leather bench we sat on for a while?”
“Yes, you’re naked and spread out on that bench, and I’m kissing my way up your thighs to your sweetest spot.”
I moan and stroke further into my wetness. “You really like going down on me, don’t you? I mean, you don’t just do it to satisfy me.”
“You have no idea how much I love it.” He groans and watches me hungrily.
“So, did you fuck me in the Picasso museum?”
He gives me a naughty smile. “Yes, I fucked you, but we haven’t finished yet. You woke up and interrupted my fantasy.”
I squint and flash him a wicked smile. “Yes, I’m such a distraction.”
“What were you dreaming that made you thrash around and moan?”
From the steamy look in his eyes, I imagine he wants to know he owns me in sleep too. I pause, pulling the memory out of the folds of my mind.
“I dreamt that we were in a room with dark burgundy walls and burning candles around the room. There was no ceiling, just the night sky filled with stars, and I was crouched low on this huge bed, purring like a wild animal.”
He leans forward in his chair, and his whole body is tense. I’m beside myself over the way his fist moves with purpose as he listens.
“What was I doing?” I roll over, get up on all fours and lean down. My sensitive nipples graze the soft white sheets, and I arch my back so that my ass is higher.
I move my fingers back to where I’m wet. “You were taking me from behind.”
I love the anticipation building as he rises off the chair and approaches the bed. The testosterone in the air intoxicates me. The bed sags and the heat from his thighs warms mine before his strong hands settle on my hips. He pushes into me slowly, so slowly, until I’m beyond full.
“Ava,” he gasps, as he slowly pulls out again.
“Yes, just like my dream…You feel so good,” I groan, as he pushes back inside and I grind against him. “Is this better than your fantasy?”
“There’s no better with you, Angel… ’cause it’s all perfect…”
“Every…” He pushes into me hard.
“Fucking…”
I brace myself from falling forward as his movements become more forceful.
“Time.”
His heat builds inside me, and he groans before we lose ourselves in the moment. He’s all hardness and passion, strength and command.
I submit again and again as my fingers stroke the circle of pleasure closed. When we climax, there’s no breath, no words, just the explosion of our bodies combusting before he falls over me.



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Ruth Clampett, daughter of legendary animation director, Bob Clampett, has spent a lifetime surrounded by art and animation. A graduate of Art Center College of Design, her careers have included graphic design, photography, VP of Design for WB Stores and teaching photography at UCLA. She now runs her own studio as the fine art publisher for Warner Bros. where she’s had the opportunity to know and work with many of the greatest artists in the world of animation and comics.
The Work of Art Trilogy is Ruth’s third publishing endeavor, following Animate Me and Mr. 365. She lives in Los Angeles and is heavily supervised by her teenage daughter, lovingly referred to as Snarky, who loves art and visiting museums as much as her mom.

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Blitz & Giveaway: How to Knock a Bravebird from Her Perch

How to Knock a Bravebird from Her Perch
by D. Bryant Simmons
Morrow Girls #1
Publication Date: January 2, 2014
Genres: Fiction

Author D. Bryant Simmons is crowdfunding for the audiobook version of her award winning novel How to Knock a Bravebird from Her Perch . The campaign page will have details about the rewards, some are perfect for book clubs. So grab your girlfriends for a listening session! Support and check out the rewards!


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"Mama. We could go away to a great big island where it's pretty and it's just us. No boys." — Jackie Morrow #GoMorrow

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"I highly recommend this novel to mature readers, especially women. It will inspire them to love and treasure themselves even more. Mothers, wives, and children will be enlightened and will learn valuable lessons from this novel." — Tet Marquees, Book Blogger

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Synopsis: In the wake of her father’s sudden death Pecan marries the up-and-coming boxing sensation Ricky Morrow. When she begins to doubt that desperate decision she finds herself on the receiving end of Ricky’s violent temper. Scared for her life, she hunkers down in this marriage of convenience as the babies and fists keep coming. Will the abuse ever stop? Will Pecan and her girls live happily ever after?A poignant addition to literary and African American fiction, this award winning novel explores the choices that contemporary women must face and the consequences of domestic abuse. If you love dynamic female leads and succinct yet poetic storytelling, this novel is for you.

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D. Bryant Simmons was born and raised in Chicago, Illinois. She has earned a B.A. in Sociology and M.Ed. in Elementary Education. She is a mother, publisher, and advocate for women's rights.
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Amazon Top 10 New Adult Books: March 1, 2015

Amazon Top 10 New Adult Books: March 1, 2015. These are the top 10 bestselling New Adult books as listed on Amazon.com at the time of posting! (No pre-orders! Sorry.)

1. Stepbrother Untouchable by Colleen Masters
4.4 out of 5 stars

2. Mister Black: A Billionaire SEAL Story (In the Shadows, Book 1) by P.T. Michelle
4.6 out of 5 stars

3. His Gift (A Dark Billionaire Romance Part 1) by Aubrey Dark
4.2 out of 5 stars

4. His Gift (A Dark Billionaire Romance Part 2) by Aubrey Dark
4.5 out of 5 stars

5. Blackest Red: A Billionaire SEAL Story, Part 3 (In the Shadows) by P.T. Michelle
4.9 out of 5 stars

6. His Gift (A Dark Billionaire Romance Part 3) by Aubrey Dark
4.4 out of 5 stars

7. Stepbrother Billionaire by Colleen Masters
3.9 out of 5 stars

8. Taken by Love (Love in Bloom: The Bradens) by Melissa Foster
4.8 out of 5 stars

9. Scarlett Red: A Billionaire SEAL Story (In the Shadows, Book 2) by P.T. Michelle
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10. A Baby for My Billionaire Stepbrother by Cassandra Zara
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Blitz & Giveaway: Hourglass Cubed

Title: Hourglass Cubed
Author: K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith
Series: Hourglass
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Publisher: Blue Tulip Publishing



Love him, or loathe him — there is no denying that Lucas Wellington is eye candy at its finest.

Lucas Wellington has tried relationships, tried so hard he dated two girls at one time and paid the cost dearly when they caught him red-handed. Now Luke is back to his bachelor ways and enjoying all it has to offer, that is, until he literally gets ran over by one woman who won’t give him the time of day. Determined to get this new challenge beneath him in bed, Luke pulls out all the stops until he is successful. But when Luke realizes that Julianna’s hold on him is just as strong he panics.

Julianna Grimaldi is the physical therapist for the Denver Broncos and has heard all about the one and only Luke Wellington. Having witnessed his destruction first hand, she is immune to all of his charm and charisma, or at least that’s what she thinks. Trying with all her might to spare her heart she resists Luke at every turn, but eventually he tears down her walls and makes her see that there may be more to the Denver Playboy than meets the eye.

The question remains though, will Luke fall back on old habits and break Julianna’s heart or will he finally meet his match and find love.




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“So, what’s the deal with you and Juli?” He asked with a critical eye.

Instinctively, I took a step back. I’d already been hit once in Julianna’s honor, and I wasn’t in the mood for another punch. “Um, we are more like friends, I guess?” I could hear the shake in my voice as I responded. Suddenly, getting lost in Maryland seemed like a fine idea.

“Look, I know your type. You are all good-looking-Rico-Suave, and you take nice girls like Juli for a ride and break their heart. Now don’t get me wrong, she is tough, but she is still your normal woman who is hoping to save the bad boy.”

“I’m the bad boy.” I said it more like a statement of agreement than questioning his judgment. We’d already proven that, I thought, as memories of her body bending at my will and her soft cries and moans ringing in my ears as she clenched the bed sheets flooded my mind.

“It’s too late, isn’t it?” he asked, his body tensing up as he stared into my eyes.

“Um, well, you see, what had happened was—”

You know, it doesn’t matter if you expect it to come. When someone cocks his arm back and brings it hurtling toward your face, there isn’t much chance of avoiding it. Chris was a lefty, and damn, did he pack a punch.










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K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.

K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.
FACEBOOK | TWITTER | GOODREADS | AMAZON Megan Smith was born and raised in beautiful Tampa, Florida where she spent her days falling in love with fictional characters from a very young age.After marrying her best friend she relocated to North Carolina to support her husband’s career as a U.S. Marine. During her time in North Carolina Megan was blessed with 3 beautiful children who have kept her constantly busy chasing after them and enjoying the daily routine of motherhood.Most recently Megan and her family have relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida where she has spent the past few months achieving her lifelong dream of publishing her very first novel; as well as continuing to submerge herself in some of her favorite books while appreciating a glass of wine and her favorite, salted pretzel Milanos.
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Review: My Best Everything

My Best Everything by Sarah Tomp: You say it was all meant to be. You and me. The way we met. Our secrets in the woods. Even the way it all exploded. It was simply a matter of fate.

Maybe if you were here to tell me again, to explain it one more time, then maybe I wouldn’t feel so uncertain. But I’m going back to the beginning on my own. To see what happened and why.

Luisa “Lulu” Mendez has just finished her final year of high school in a small Virginia town, determined to move on and leave her job at the local junkyard behind. So when her father loses her college tuition money, Lulu needs a new ticket out.

Desperate for funds, she cooks up the (definitely illegal) plan to make and sell moonshine with her friends, Roni and Bucky. Quickly realizing they’re out of their depth, Lulu turns to Mason: a local boy who’s always seemed like a dead end. As Mason guides Lulu through the secret world of moonshine, it looks like her plan might actually work. But can she leave town before she loses everything – including her heart?

The summer walks the line between toxic and intoxicating. My Best Everything is Lulu’s letter to Mason – though is it an apology, a good-bye, or a love letter?
Lori's thoughts: This is such a cleverly written book. It's different. It's a slow burn romance between two completely different people. I fell in love with the characters. Poor, broken-on-the-mend Mason. And delightfully determined Skip-to-my-Lulu. This is a story about a seventeen-year-old good girl who's got her heart set on getting out of small town, backwoodsy Virginia and is determined to get to college in San Diego... in spite of the odds that are stacked against her from the beginning.

This is a clean book. Not a lot of swearing. Some swoonworthy kissing and some lawbreaking by well-intentioned, unlikely law breakers. The cast of characters are perfectly meshed together.

I stayed up far too late reading last night because I could not put the book down. I had to find out what happened. The ending was satisfactory. We learn why the entire book is written as a letter to Mason. I loved the concept. But, now, I hunger for more adventures from the crew!

Bravo Ms. Tomp. Bravo! This will go down as one of my favorites for 2015!

Book Blitz: Hold

Book & Author Details:
Hold by Claire Kent
Publication date: February 24th 2015
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Science Fiction
Synopsis:Find the strongest man there. Give yourself to him in return for protection. It’s the only way you’ll ever survive.
Convicted of a minor crime, Riana is sentenced to a prison planet—a dark primitive hold filled with convicts vying for power. Her only chance of survival is with Cain, a mysterious loner who has won his territory in the prison through intelligence and brute strength. Sex is all she has to offer, so she uses it. She’s under no delusions here. No one is ever released, and no one ever escapes. Survival is all she can hope for—until Cain.
An earlier version of this book was published under the same title and a different penname by Ellora’s Cave. It has since been substantially revised and expanded.

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He’d leaned forward to cup his hands under the running water when he sucked in a sharp breath and stiffened suddenly.
Something about the way he moved told Riana something she should have known before. “Are you hurt?”
He didn’t answer. Didn’t even acknowledge the question as he leaned down toward the water again.
Instinctively, Riana got up and walked over to him. “Seriously, are you hurt? I should have asked before. Was it from the fight yesterday?”
“I’m not hurt,” he gritted out, reaching for a towel.
While he was distracted by drying his face, Riana pulled up the side of his t-shirt to expose the side he’d seem to favor a moment before.
His entire side was a mass of ugly, purple bruises.
“My God. Cain. My God!”
He jerked away. “They’re bruises. Nothing to whine about.”
“They look horrible,” she said, trying to get his t-shirt pushed up more so she could see the extent of the damage. “Why didn’t you say anything? And you did all those exercises this morning. It must have hurt like hell.”
He gave her an unpleasant look. “Are you through?”
“No,” she said, too upset to even consider whether she was being wise to press her attention on him in this matter. “Can I see how bad it is?”
“Why?”
“I know some first aid. If you broke a rib or something—”
“I didn’t break a rib.”
But he didn’t object when she’d pushed his t-shirt up and then carefully pulled it off over his head. The bruising went from his left shoulder blade all the way down his side and forward toward his lower belly.
Riana brushed her fingers along the damage, wishing she could remember more of her medical training. “This must be why you didn’t want to fight just now.”
He tensed palpably. “I could have taken them easily.”
“I’m sure you could,” she assured him quickly. “I didn’t mean to imply you couldn’t.” She winced as she noticed a particularly dark bruise on his lower side. “But this looks terrible. Thorn did a number on you.”
Her voice had been gentle, but it was clearly the wrong thing to say—yet again. Cain stiffened and pulled away. “I promise he looks worse.”
She blinked up at his closed-off face, and she realized he was still bristling with a wounded masculine ego.
What the fuck was wrong with men anyway? No matter how tough and rugged they were, they still managed to be sensitive about the slightest hint they weren’t invulnerable.
“I’m sure he does,” she said lightly, instead of following her urge to complain about his acting like a baby. “He must look so bad he’s been afraid to show his face all day.”
This apparently was the right thing to say. Cain relaxed and gave a snort of what almost sounded like amusement. “I’m pretty sure I broke his nose.”
“Good.” She smiled and continued inspecting the damage on his body, making instinctive note of the rippling muscles of his back and the scattering of course dark hair on his chest. “I hope it heals crooked.”
He didn’t respond, but she saw the corner of his lips quirk up. This time it was longer than a moment. It wasn’t a full-fledged smile, but it was closer than anything she’d seen.
She ran her fingers down his back—pretending to check for damage but mostly because she found the smooth, strong planes irresistible. “I wish you’d told me about your bruises before,” she murmured. “Last night I mean. When we were… I hope I didn’t hurt you.”
He turned on his heel, so sharply she didn’t expect it. Facing her, he reached out to grab her by the hips. “Nothing about last night hurt,” he said, his voice as thick and rough as gravel. “I’m not that injured.”
Then, as if to prove his point, he slid his big hands back until they were spanning the curve of her ass. He lifted her up to a position where she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist.
“Your bruises,” she gasped, squirming as she tried not to put any pressure on his damaged side.
He started to walk, his grip so strong there was no sense in fighting it. “I told you. I’m not that injured.”


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Claire has been writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British literature and, when she's not writing, she teaches English at the university level.

She also writes romance novels under the penname Noelle Adams.

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Cover Reveal: Femme Fatale Reloaded

Title: Femme Fatale Reloaded (Pericolo #2)
Author: Kirsty-Anne Still
Release Date: March 13, 2015
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I used to be fearful. I used to be admired. I used to be the Femme Fatale.

Until I fell.

I fell from my status, from the pedestal I had been placed, and I fell in love.

And that’s where it all went wrong.

I once thrived on one motto – Don’t feel, don’t deviate, kill.

Now, I thrive on betrayal, a reminder never to trust my heart, and the need to be Femme Fatale Reloaded.

It’s time I got myself back to the place I most belong – a cherished, yearned for secret weapon.

However, when a ghost from my past walks into my life again, pledging to be an Abbiati, my life turns upside down all over again.

My biggest problem was never the kill, but the thrill of the chase.

Apparently, love is the most dangerous game I can ever play, and my life is about to spiral out of control.





“Seeing as we’re all out of money, is it safe to say this evening is being cut short?”

“No, no, I don’t think the evening’s up quite yet. I reckon we should up the wager,” Andrew comments, leaning into the table. “Strip poker... I’d do anything to see Amelia stark naked and a loser.”

I don’t get time to roll my eyes and make some smart ass remark as Zane suddenly moves, lightning speed accompanies him, and he slams a knife down, nailing it between Andrew’s fingers, narrowly missing dismembering his middle finger. There’s total stillness in the room as he leans in, the creak of his chair is all that sounds out and we all watch with bated breath.

“Dare talk about my girl like that again and I’ll make sure it’s a bigger member I threaten next time, understood?” Zane asks, his voice dangerously threatening. “Well, Andrew?”

“U-understood,” Andrew stutters, his eyes wide, but he does the wrong thing of looking at me.

Zane, noticing, leaves the knife, and reaches up to grab Andrew around the face. He forces him, in a vice-like grip, to look at him. Zane’s fingers begin to go white while Andrew’s face squishes up with the tight hold. He waits a moment before chuckling and releasing his prey.

“You could never get a girl like Amelia, so dream on,” he states, sardonically executing the words. “I already beat two men for treating her any less than she is; don’t think I’ll make an exception for you right now.”






I used to be just another Fanfiction writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!

But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?

I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.

As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!

For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.

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Cover Reveal: Under the Influence

Dalton,I loved you once. A love I thought irrevocable. A love I
mistakenly believed could transcend both time and circumstance. Under the
influence of my dimwitted, naïve, traitorous heart, I became intoxicated with
what I now know was simply a figment of my self-indulgent imagination. So drunk
on the feeling, I couldn’t see what was right in front of my face. So foolishly
enamored, I blindly followed my heart into the depths of an emotion that would
ravage me. 
Years later, I know now what I wish I knew then. I am
stronger. Smarter. Tougher. I will not allow myself to be broken again. I loved you.I raged for you.I wept for you.And now, I’m letting you go.



Author’s Note:  Under
the Influence is the journey of two childhood friends that spans the course of
five pivotal years in their lives. It is a story about their discovery of true
friendship as it blossoms into first love, their experience of crucial sacrifice
and ultimate betrayal, and their endurance of agonizing heartbreak on the way
to finding lasting redemption.
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RDL: When Fate Isn't Enough

We're having a release day launch for Isabelle Richards's When Fate Isn't Enough. I am so excited for this fantastic romantic suspense. Isabelle is sharing an excerpt with us so be sure to check out all the release day festivities.
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Oxford in a suit… hot damn. It’s obviously a custom job because it fits him perfectly, showing off his broad shoulders and tight, toned torso. The allure of the suit is more than just the way it highlights his ridiculous body. His commanding presence while wearing it, the air of confidence that surrounds him. Everything about him screams “power”. Or more accurately it screams, “Don’t fuck with me or I’ll destroy you.” I may not give a shit about his money but power seems to be a bigger turn on than I would have expected.

“What? What’s wrong?” He looks in the mirror, trying to figure out what isn’t working.

“Your ass in those pants! I can hardly contain myself. How does anyone get any work done? All your female employees must just swoon with you strutting around like that. I bet you actually stop traffic. You do, don’t you?”

A sexy smirk spreads across his face. “Trousers, Lily. They’re called trousers. I can assure you I’m a slave driver. My employees are too busy to notice me.” He straightens his tie and looks back at me. “And only occasionally.”

“Occasionally what?”

He winks. “Occasionally I stop traffic.”

I throw a pillow at him. “You’re an arrogant bastard, you know that?”

He sits on the edge of the bed and slips his shoes on. “Hey, you asked! Don’t ask a question unless you can handle the answer.”

I scoot down on the bed and wrap my arms around his stomach. I rest my chin on his shoulder and say, “You’re just lucky I’m prohibited from attacking you, or there’s no way in hell you would be leaving this bedroom. Not for a good long while anyway.”

He peels my arms off of him, stands, and then kisses each of my hands. “I’m going to hold you to that after the doctor clears you.” He walks to his dresser and puts his watch on.

I smirk. “Oh, you’ll be holding something to me all right.”

Gavin closes his eyes and leans against the wall. “You’ll be the death of me, woman. Can’t you talk about football or skiing or carpentry? Anything other than… this?”

“You want to show me what you can do with a hammer, Gavin?” I bat my eyes at him.

He glares at me.

I cock my head and flash him a coy smile. “What? You said carpentry,” I say innocently. “Fine, soccer? You want to come over here so I can show you how to score? I’m sure you’re amazing at getting it in the goal! No? Not better?” I explode into laughter as he storms out of the room.

“Goodbye, Lily,” he yells from the hallway.

I don’t know what he’s so pissy about. I’m just as sex starved as he is! I lie down and close my eyes for a few moments, mentally calming my libido. Suddenly, I feel his weight on me, and he kisses me with a passion that literally takes my breath away. I feel my heart pounding as if it’s going to fly out of my chest.

I pull back. “You change your mind about staying in bed with me all day?”

“If only, Lily. If only. I couldn’t leave without a proper goodbye.”

“Well that was one hell of a sendoff. You’d better go. Don’t want to be late. I hear your boss is a real bastard.”

He kisses my forehead and walks out the door. Damn, that man knows how to make an exit.

When Fate Isn’t Enough Synopsis:

Can a romance that was written in the stars survive real life? Lily Clark and Gavin Edwards met when their lives collided in a crazy twist of fate. Their relationship started amidst chaos, fraught with lust, passion, and love. Building a life together will take more than destiny, especially when ghosts from their past try to tear them apart.



Needing a fresh start, Lily decides to escape her life in Washington, DC to join Gavin in London. Trust and faith have never come easily to Lily. She’ll be put to the test now that she and Gavin are living under the same roof.

To make matters worse, trouble finds Lily wherever she goes. She thought she’d rid herself of her late husband’s demons, but she soon learns that when you make a deal with the devil, he often comes back to up the ante. Can she learn to let Gavin in or will she continue to fight her battles alone? Find out what happens When Fate Isn’t Enough.

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Isabelle Richards Bio:

Isabelle Richards spent years as a speech writer before tackling fiction. An avid reader of all genres, Isabelle is drawn to romance novels as they provide an escape from daily life. Through her complex cast of characters, Isabelle creates a sanctuary for readers to dive into for a break from reality.

When she is not writing, Isabelle works as an advocate for persons with disabilities in Washington, DC. Her two yellow labs are her writing partners, although they frequently sleep on the job.
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Title: Whispered Lies
Author: Kristin Vayden
Genre: New Adult


Atonement is my only salvation.
So when the opportunity presented itself, to save her.
I did.
And the tangled web began…Knowing her, but not letting her know me. Keeping her at arm's length when all I wanted to do was have her in my arms.
Protecting her, because I finally fell.
And the monster she needed protection from…
Was me.





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“Why are you avoiding me?” I asked, hating that I sounded so weak and insecure. I risked a glance up, biting my lip as Alder studied me.

He didn’t immediately refute my claim, which basically affirmed that I was right. He was avoiding me.

Fan-freaking-tastic.

Which totally solidified my stalker status.

“Jayne, it’s for the best… okay?” He spoke quietly, his gaze searching my face, landing on my lips. He closed his eyes and turned away slightly. Opening his eyes, he studied the wall.

“Why?”

“Because I’m… I’m the last person… you deserve someone so much…. better, you know? It’s not you. It’s me.” He turned to face me as he spoke.

“Whenever anyone says that, it just makes you feel like they're trying to let you down nicely, you know?” I took a deep breath and stood. “It’s okay. I get it. I just…” I searched his hazel eyes. “…I thought there was something more, and I was wrong. It’s okay.” I tried to smile bravely, but I knew I failed by the expression on his face.

“Jayne, don’t.” His expression was tortured, as if he were fighting an internal civil war, and no matter the side, he would lose.

“It’s okay, Alder. I… I’m sorry I cornered you. It’s just that I felt safe around you… and it’s…” I took a shaky breath as I continued. “…it’s been a long time since I felt that way, you know?” I gave a weak smile as my eyes stung with tears.

“Oh shit, don’t cry, please don’t cry. You… I… Jayne, I’m not worth your tears.” His voice was hoarse as he stood and reached out toward me then pulled back his hand as if reaching for something that would burn him. His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed forcefully then closed his eyes. “Seriously, Jayne, if you only knew…” He shook his head and then rubbed the back of his neck.

I paused, studying him. “Is… is it because of your past?” I asked tentatively, knowing that I was about to walk on thin, fragile ice.

He froze, and his eyes slowly slid to meet mine. “You could say that,” he whispered. I could see his breathing grow rapid as his gaze locked with mine, his expression full of fear.

“And… you think it would be hard for me to see past it,” I guessed, taking a cautious step forward.

He watched my slow movement with a heavily guarded expression, as if he was terrified. Slowly, he nodded.

I risked another step toward him, watching as his gaze held steady, locked on mine. “Because what you did is unforgiveable?” I murmured.

He nodded once, barely blinking as he watched me take the final step that would bring us toe to toe.

“I see,” I whispered as I tilted my head slightly and inhaled the warm scent coming from his skin, a mix of sweat and raw power. It was intoxicating, alluring and called to me, urging me to be reckless.

I wasn’t the kind of girl to be forward, to chase the guy. Alder had changed all of that. Reaching down, I slowly laced my fingers with his, thankful he had taken off the tape as we left the gym.

His fingers tightened around mine, warming me with the security of his gentle grip.

Heart pounding, I glanced up, studying his expression, memorizing the walnut-and-moss-green highlights of his eyes, the strong line of his jaw.

His gaze traced my face, as if he were studying me just as intently.

“I’m stronger than you think,” I murmured and rose up on my toes as I ran my nose along his lower jaw. His breathing hitched and I sensed his muscles lock down, as if straining against himself, not wanting to move, to either step away or step closer. It was a turning point. I could almost feel the battle being fought within him, and I wasn’t sure which side would win.

So I risked it all, hoping I would turn the tide.

Before I could possibly overthink my actions, I lifted my chin just enough to meet his mouth. Softly, I pressed a gentle kiss to his lips, lingering for a moment. It was as far as I was going to go. Now I waited.

Leaning back slightly, I lifted my gaze to study his expression.

Indecision flickered before the hunger that I had only glimpsed earlier began to burn brightly in his gaze. Immediately, he tugged me close and all but devoured me with his kiss. There was no easing into the passion; it was like the Fourth of July, explosive and beautiful and passionate. His hands released mine and ran up my shoulders till they framed the back of my neck, guiding me to tilt my head so he could deepen the kiss. His lips caressed mine, his teeth playful and ardent as they nipped at my lower lip, teasing me. He darted his tongue along the seam of my lips and tortured me with just a taste of his flavor.

Not wanting to be outdone, I gripped his shoulders and ran my fingers along the hills and valleys of his back, delighting in the raw power he held.

I could feel his heartbeat racing as I pressed into him, wanting to be closer, wanting more.

Wanting to forget everything but him, wanting to lose myself, even if it were just for one moment.

For one night.

“Alder…” I whispered his name as his lips left mine and traveled down my neck, nipping and teasing my skin till he reached my collarbone.

Almost frantically he met my lips once more, seemingly desperate to taste my kiss.

A desperation I felt as well.

Breaking the kiss, I grinned and gently pressed against his chest till his knees hit his chair. His chest rose and fell quickly, same as mine, as I kissed him once, then pushed down on his shoulders, encouraging him to sit down.

Climbing on his lap, it was almost as if I were watching it unfold outside my body. This wasn’t me… I didn’t do things like this…

But here I was, seducing him in a dingy prison-looking office.

Alder didn’t need any further encouragement. Where I had started everything, he was now taking control, and I was thrilled to follow. His hands circled my waist and pulled me tightly against his lap as his lips took mine hostage, demanding and hot. I felt the last reservations fall away. Warm hands gripped my hips till they toyed with the edge of my shirt. His tongue wove around mine, dancing, seducing. Deftly, his hands found skin, caressing my lower back and wandering around to my stomach, climbing higher till they grazed the edge of my bra.

Then, like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head, he froze. He carefully ended the kiss and gently pulled my shirt down so it covered me.

Confused, I leaned back to study him.

“Jayne…” His tone was labored.

I waited, barely breathing. My heart thundered with the fear of rejection.

He closed his eyes and leaned his head against the back of the chair as his hands wound around my waist, and he held me as if he were afraid I’d disappear.

Alder would forever be a complete contradiction.

And like a drug, I couldn’t stop needing hit after hit.

His breathing slowed, and he lifted his eyes to meet my gaze.

“Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?”

That wasn’t what I was expecting.

And it was the most romantic, sweet thing any guy had ever said.

A piece of my heart melted, and a smile broke through the fear.

“Honestly… in all the world, I don’t think I’d ever find anyone so beautiful, inside and out.” He shook his head slightly, his expression full of wonder, but a rough edge to his tone gave me a shiver up my spine.

Ignoring it, I shrugged. “You don’t know me that well… yet.” I grinned flirtatiously.

“Actually…” Alder’s expression froze then grew resolute. “…Jayne, I do.”




Kristin’s inspiration for the romance she writes comes from her tall, dark and handsome husband with killer blue eyes. With five children to chase, she is never at a loss for someone to kiss, something to cook or some mess to clean but she loves every moment of it! She loves to make soap, sauerkraut, sourdough bread and gluten free muffins. Life is full of blessings and she praises God for the blessed and abundant life He’s given her.
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