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Pulse Promo Blitz

Title: PULSEAuthor: HJ Daly Genre: Young Adult FantasyBlitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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Esa is a street girl living in a post apocalyptic world. A world that left her with nothing except the physical and mental scars that drive her to the person she is becoming.Whilst searching for shelter, she encounters a creature known as a spinner who pulls her onto a perilous path. Now with a horde of goblins close on their heels, they must work together and enter the magical realm in search of answers. Why can she sense magic and why is a powerful sorcerer determined to end her life?This is an exciting story of power, friendship and secrets. Secrets that threaten to rip Esa’s world apart.Pulse is aimed towards the young adult market. For those seeking adventure and magic with a futuristic edge. Most fantasy novels tend to hide the magical worlds or show as historic here I have tried to blend the worlds together.




Excerpt 1 
“Oh, girlie, you really shouldn’t have said that.” His beady red eyes greedily took in the girl and seeing no real threat he lunged forward. His sword scraped the wall where moments earlier Esa had stood. Pushing from the wall, she twisted to the side and drove her dagger deep into the goblin’s extended arm. A yowl filled the room and he swung his sword blindly in her direction. In one fluid movement she dropped to the floor and kicked her leg out. Boot hit shin and he fell to the floor grabbing his leg.
“No one calls me girlie.” Standing over him she turned the dagger around in her hand, bringing the hilt down on the base of his skull. “Night, night.” Wiping the blood from her blade on her jeans, she turned her attention to Rootu.

Excerpt 2 
Thomas stopped as he reached the wooden door. It stood slightly ajar and he could see Esa nestled in the corner, her back to him. He stifled a gasp as he caught sight of her skin. At the bottom of her ribs he clearly saw an old knife wound, across her shoulder blades were a number of what looked like cigarette burns, and line upon line of marks like wires. Some old, silvery in the light and others still red and puckered. The skin had attempted to grow over large gashes through the years, but nothing could hide the evidence of a brutal attack. What drew his attention was the huge scar that started at her waist and snaked its way up her spine and eventually wrapped itself around her neck.


 

HJ has always loved books and read at every opportunity. At first reading with her own children and then at schools in a hope of capturing the hearts and minds of the young. Writing became a natural progression for her when her children attended full time education and she had a little free time.
It wasn’t always about writing though, during her teens, HJ stepped up her Latin American dancing and travelled Europe competing. 
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Don't Kill Dinner Release Day Blitz @JennMAuthor

Title:Don’t Kill Dinner
Series:The Rules Trilogy
Author:Jennifer Martinez
Genre:Urban Fantasy/New Adult Paranormal (Mature audiences only. Mild to moderate swearing and damn sexy sexual situations)
Page Length: 170
Release Date:March 15, 2013
Tour Organizer:B3 Tours


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There are three rules when it comes to being a vampire in New Orleans. 1) Don’t kill dinner. 2) Don’t feed from people you know. 3) Don’t tell anyone. Not too hard, right? Wrong. Kenna is a new vampire filled with a passion that has turned into an uncontrollable lust for blood. Will Arthur be able to stop her feeding spree before the coven comes after her or is Kenna beyond saving? Arthur has been watching Kenna for years, wanting her to try her own hand in life before he gave her the ultimate proposal. Now that she has accepted, will his love be enough to save her?




The first day proceeds of Don’t Kill Dinner will be donated to Rain Pet Rescue of Fort Myers. They take in animals from High Kill shelters throughout Florida. This is my adoption agency of choice and I am a proud supporter of adopting your family members.Rain on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/rain.rescueanimalsinneed?fref=tsRains webpage: http://www.rescueanimalsinneed.org





[image error] One day while slaving away at her monotonous day job, Jennifer Martinez found her true calling. Like a firefly in the night, the pages called to her. Once she caught the bug there was no stopping it. Her fingers flew furiously across the keyboard winding tales of love, mystery and anger. She snapped out of her reverie to find herself still behind the desk but at least she knew who she was… Author Jennifer Martinez.I like to think of myself as a beautiful conundrum. When I am not writing, I can be found surrounded by my amazing family and 4 dogs or volunteering at a local animal rescue. I love who I am and don’t mind at all when I get strange looks from people. I am a tattoo covered, child and animal lover who looks forward to destroying peoples preconceived notions of what “someone like me” would be interested in. You only live life once… you may as well make it interesting.I love to get lost in a good book and hope that everyone will get lost in mine.
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Mark of the Witch Cover Reveal @jessicajgibson

Title: Mark of the Witch
Author: Jessica Ginson
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Reveal Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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Magic flows through Jillian Proctor's veins as surely as blood, but so far her life outside Boston has been peaceful. William Morgan blows into Jilly's life like a hurricane, unleashing her magic and sending her out of control. Unknowingly, William brings an enemy who only wants to posses the power of the witch. Jilly must learn to harness her magic before she loses it - and everything in her life is destroyed.






Jessica Gibson is a recovering bookaholic, she's down from four books a week to a more reasonable one. It was that love of words and creativity that made her dream about writing her first book. That dream was hidden for years, always put on the back burner, filed away in the "someday" section, until her husband Matt gave her the kick in the pants she needed to actually get off her butt and write.
Jessica and Matt live in Southern California and have a serious addiction to reality tv shows like Pawn Stars and American Restoration. They have one son and hope to add to the family in the near future.
Aside from writing, she runs an online event planning business called the Release Day Diva. In addition to novels, Jessica writes and maintains the blog Book on the Bright Side. Keep up with Jessica and her latest releases and events on her blog.
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To Breathe the Breath of Isis Blog Tour @emarxbooks

[image error] Title: To Breathe the Breath of IsisAuthor: Elizabeth MarxGenre: Historical Romance/Time TravelTour Host: Lady Amber's Tours

[image error] One woman. One man. An eternity of love hammered into twenty-one pieces of silver.

Marguerite is a victim of a vicious attack. The resulting brain damage causes amnesia and when she inexplicably appears in a tomb in Thebes, she insists she was coming to meet Robert Bruton. Disorientated, destitute, and alone, she senses that her necklace has led her to this familiar swashbuckler who takes her breath away; however, he claims he does not know her.

Lord Robert Bruton, eminent Egyptologist, and possible spy for the crown, has never discovered anything as captivating as the young woman he recovers unconscious on his dig. He has staked his career on finding the final resting place of Queen Tiye and wonders why Marguerite possesses a piece of jewelry belonging to the Eighteenth Dynasty queen. She could be a tomb robber, an American spy, or a madwoman spouting fantastical stories.

As the necklace's curse is revealed, the fire of Marguerite's and Bruton's ancient bond burns between them. But when Marguerite disappears, Bruton fears that the wings of Isis have carried away the true treasure he has been seeking his entire life.
For to breathe the breath of Isis is to be reborn.


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Windy City writer, Elizabeth Marx, brings cosmopolitan life alive in her fiction - a blend of romance, fact-paced Chicago living, and a sprinkle of magical realism. Elizabeth resides with her husband, girls, and two cats who've spelled everyone into believing they're really dogs. She grew up in the city, has traveled extensively, and still says there's no town like Chi-Town.

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Excerpt

     Marguerite had spent two weeks in the desert with her task master. He was quiet except for his constant examination of her knowledge of Egyptian history. Lord Bruton had a rugged swagger and raw strength that probably frightened most of the damsels of the day, but because he seemed familiar to Marguerite she ignored his bravado.      They dined alone under the stars most evenings, a fire mingling between their piecemeal conversation. Bruton spent most of his nights playing records on his phonograph and studying her under hooded eyes that revealed nothing of his thoughts. He tried to convince her to sleep in one of the tombs to avoid the cool nights, but the thought of the confinement was more than she could bear, so she slept on a pallet across the tent from him.      She woke early this morning to find him gone. It wasn’t the first time she’d awoken to his empty pallet, but he usually snuck away in the darkest part of night. Marguerite tore her covers off, dressed and went to work, telling herself that who he was with was none of her concern.     Marguerite’s work table was positioned so that the shaft of daylight fell over the surface, and she could read the papyrus document. The stagnant air dancing with dust motes moved, and a shadow fluttered down the stairs of the tomb. Down one step at a time, over the surface of her sheltered respite, the silhouette bringing the dry scorch of the desert. Marguerite stopped dabbing the hanky across her upper lip to glance up from her transcription to stare at the figure whose features were hidden under the brim of his hat.      Bruton put his hands on his hips. “What on earth are you doing now?”     “I’m working.” She brought a hanky to her brow, but it was dry, like the fine filament of a shroud. She considered the rest of the tabletop, wondering about the location of her water canister.     “Is there a particular reason for your state of undress?”      Marguerite imagined the exasperated look on his face, happy that she couldn’t see it because after fifteen days, it was losing its desired effect. “I’m only partially unclothed. I came down expecting to remain alone. You went roaming the desert without me, again, remember?”     “Why?”     “Why?” She refused to look away from the papyrus, drawing a magnifying glass over the textured surface, forgetting the heat and the water canister. “Because you enjoy keeping me up to my elbows in work while you traipse off into the luxuries of Luxor.”     “Why are you partially unclothed?” He took the last of the stairs moving behind her, gazing over her shoulder. “What is this?” he asked, snatching her corset, which was dangling off the snout of a dog-headed ceramic figurine.     She eyed him from the corner of her eye, pretending to squint from the reinfusion of light. “That would be the most preposterous women’s undergarment. I plan on sacrificing it over the spit at dinner.” She made another note in the margin.     “I believe that this is a necessary woman’s undergarment for a woman with your kind of figure.”     Marguerite looked up with narrowed her eyes. “I am too busy to care about your insults right now.”     “Knickers, you confuse insult with observation.”     “Yes a very keen one,” she started fanning herself with her sketch-pad, since the temperature seemed to suddenly rise.     “Do you really have time for a break when there is so much copying to be done?”     “Do the papers strewn everywhere indicate inactivity?” She huffed. “Anyway, I’ve copied everything that you asked for, Herr Kommandant.” She extended her makeshift fan and was sorry for its loss.     Bruton opened the pad, amazed at the accuracy in all the tomb drawings, which were beautifully rendered. She had gone so far as to color in a section of each wall so that he had a feeling of the overall color scheme.      It was more than he expected, and he continued paging through the drawings until he came to a sketch of Zita, it was detailed, capturing her sweet disposition in the thoughtful strokes around her eyes. Dr. Beshwani was on the next page, and she had drawn his austere manner in a handsome fashion. Agnes followed, without her habit, her hair down around her elbows, and the overall effect was quite seductive.     He turned the next page and stared at his own reflection. She had gotten him precisely right, down to the fine lines just starting to form around his eyes. The only thing missing was his goatee. “You must not care much for my facial hair,” he said rubbing his jaw thoughtfully.     Marguerite turned away from her work to wrangle the portfolio away from him. All her jostling drew his attention to her shirtwaist which was partially unbuttoned, exposing the lace of her chemise. She cleared her throat, trying to get him to look at her face again, but when he didn’t, she said, “I don’t think the absence of the corset bothers you as much as you let on.”     He gave her a wry twist of his lips. “I never said I minded it at all, Knickers.” He winked as he released the book, taking her in leisurely.     She turned back to her work. “You know if I didn’t know better, I’d think you’ve been watching me.”     He couldn’t contain himself; a broad smile erupted, exposing his teeth. “You are the most intriguing thing I have to ponder.”

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TO BREATHE THE BREATH OF ISIS is a journey that spans from 18th Dynasty Egypt to 21stcentury Chicago, with stops along the way in Cairo, Thebes, and Istanbul. The story centers on a modern day woman who is pulled into the past. Marguerite Burke is a 27 year-old photographer in Chicago. She was an art history major who took up photography as a way to support herself by becoming a freelance photographer for the Chicago Tribune covering the arts. 
[image error] Marguerite’s parents were missionaries and made many trips to Egypt during her youth which birthed her love of all things Egyptian. On her thirteenth birthday her father gave her a nefret, which is a link of an Egyptian necklace. This link is part of a necklace whose roots is in antiquity, and happened to belong to Queen Tiye in the 18thDynasty. The necklace was fashioned in the pharaoh’s workshops, but it was not blessed as most trinkets of the day were, instead powerful words were spoken over the nefrets to entrap the Queen, to bind her to a man who was not her husband or even the man she loved.
[image error]  During the 18th Dynasty the influence of the necklace became known and since the curse could not be broken, a priest vowed that his prodigy would protect his beloved queen. The necklace was disassembled, it’s pieces scattered across the globe and through time. But the power of the necklace is its desire to be reassembled and to once again regale the neck of its most beloved mistress, even in the face of the secret society sworn to protect the woman eternally. [image error]
Marguerite has no reason to know any of this in modern day Chicago. What she does know it that she’s trapped in a volatile marriage that she doesn’t want any longer. She’s in love with another man, but won’t act on any of her feelings until she can end her marriage. All the while, another dangerous man has wild ideas about employing her to photograph and catalog his Egyptian jewelry collection, but Marguerite wonders if it’s not just a ploy to get his hands on her valuable nefret piece.   [image error] Amid all this Marguerite is attacked and almost dies. She suffers amnesia and recovering all her memories is as complicated as the relationships she has with the men in her life. Once she frees herself from her husband, she goes to Egypt to be with the one man she truly trusts, only to wake up almost one hundred years earlier to a man who could be the carbon copy of the one she ventured to Egypt to see.






 For to breathe the breath of Isis is to be reborn…


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Gabriel's Light Tour

*Saunters into the room* After having a…fun time….over at Kharisma’s blog, I’m happy to be here today. Dang Xander almost made me late, but despite Dakota’s directions, and his wandering hands, I made it. *pulls out a huge chocolate bar* But before I get into the reason I’m here and drive our host, Rachel, just absolutely insane with my antics, I have a present to give her. A huge chocolate bar from my slave…I mean author. Dakota thanks you very much for allowing me to run rampant on your blog. *hands it over with a bow*

[image error] Okay with that out of the way, today is the third stop on mine…err Dakota’s Gabriel’s Light Book Tour. I’m supposed to pimp…I mean talk about Gabriel and Zhenya and how much fun Dakota had working with them…*leans closer* But that’s not how I roll. And if you caught me at my two previous stops you know I’m anything but normal – I have to be to keep up with her lifestyle. *plops down cross legged* I’m more about hunky men, hot sex and the pretty shiny things Dakota keeps trying to give away. Which reminds me. If you see a huge hunky guy with a limp coming in – warn me. That’d be Jude, another one of the characters from Dakota’s Doms of Chicago, and considering I left his Mistress holding the bag at the last stop to go play, he’s probably pissed at me.
Now moving on to the first item of ‘business’. *rolls Wartenberg pinwheel across thigh* I promised I’d tell everyone about Gabriel and Zhenya. Well, as you can tell they are MIA right now. Lucky wenches are touring Greece at the moment with their daughter, Sophie. *purses lips* Well, she’s not actually Gabriel’s daughter, but I’m sure there’s an adoption in the offing if I know Gabriel. No, sweet little Sophie’s dad actually died whoring himself out….*looks surprised at the gasps* Well, what would you call a man who screws around on his wife, and manages to get himself killed in the process?
*clears throat* Well, this book isn’t about Ossie, well at least not directly. Nope, this book is all about how two lost souls find their way back into love….*hums a few bars* What? You never seen the movie Music and Lyrics? It’s a damn good movie…Hugh Grant is to die for! But enough of this nonsense, I want to talk about the grand prize and giveaway, but Dakota will lock away all my chocolate if I don’t do at least tell you what Gabriel’s Light is about. *sighs* Okay here’s the plot in a nutshell, hero looses his first girl-friend, heroine looses her hubby while pregnant, she comes stateside and has baby with hero’s help, and as they say - the rest is history…*stops at the glares* What? Oh that’s not what you wanted?
[image error] Fine. CLICK HERE . You can find the official blurb, excerpt, and some buy links for the book. I’m not the author, dang it, I’m just the muse. I’m supposed to have the ideas, not the words. Now can we move on to the giveaways? No? Okay I’ll give you a few minutes to read. *rolls pinwheel up arm*
“What’s this I hear… you’ve been swiping things that aren’t yours, Lass?”
Amery! Oh My God!! You’re here! *jumps up, tucking the pinwheel inside the lacing of her corset* Folks, this is Master Amery Alistair, another character from Dakota’s Doms of Chicago series. He’s normally in Ireland. *hugs the older man* What are you doing here? Did you bring Myrna with you? Dakota told me you weren’t going to make it to the States any time soon.
“Well, a little birdie told me, Dakota let you loose on some poor unsuspecting hosts. So I thought I’d make a trip over to see what mischief you’d gotten into. Imagine my surprise when I didn’t even get unpacked before Olivia called me.” He crossed his arms over his chest.
*pouts* She’s a stick in the mud. I was just havin’ fun and doing my job. *perks up* Why don’t you help me? After all you like this stuff and you know how to use it. *gestures to basket*
“Aye, it’s a wonderful basket. Lotions to rub on the skin, a scarf to blindfold or restrain with, candles for wax play, hmmmm, massage oil to make your favorite person all slippery. Definitely will have to try that one. That author of ours has some pretty wonderful ideas.” *holds out hand* “Cough it up.”
*Widens eyes in attempt to look innocent* What?
“That look doesn’t work when Myrna does it, what makes you think it’ll work when you do it?” *wiggles his fingers* “The pinwheel, Livvy. Or do I need to tell Myrna on you?”
Fine. *hands it over* Spoilsport.
“Tell you what, I’ll buy you one if you tell the readers how they can be entered to win?”
*jumps with glee* Sure I can. It’s easy. Leave your comment and email addy at the bottom when you enter your comment …to try to win today’s prize. Dakota will draw the winner of the daily prize tomorrow, but all the entries get a second chance to win the grand prize on March the 23rd.
“And?” *taps his foot*
*scratches head* And what?
*sighs* “What is today’s e-book …. You know…the daily prize?”
Oh…..that! *smiles* Today’s prize is your book, Master Amery. *giggles* So for your chance to win His Christmas Gift: Myrna’s Submission, just leave your name and addy for my slave.
“You know she’s gonna kill you if she realizes you’re referring to her as your slave, Livvy.”
*smirks* Well it’s the truth.
“And the fact you’re running around doing her work for her?”
Ah…well damn, you got me there. Speaking of which, it’s time for me to take off. I have another blog to hit up. *fishes out another slip of paper from her corset* So join me tomorrow for another chance to win over at…Makayla's Book Reviews. *looks at Amery expectantly* Now about that pinwheel you promised…


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A Minor Magic Blog Tour @JustinMacumber

Title: A MINOR MAGICAuthor: Justin R. Macumber Genre: Young AdultTour Host: Lady Amber's Tours
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Over the course of a single night, mystical fires tore through the sky and reduced most of Earth to ash. Ten years later magical fire burns again, but this time it’s in the hands of a young girl named Skylar. Exiled from her adoptive home, Skylar must now struggle through ruined lands and religious zealots who believe she’s an agent of the Devil. An even greater threat exists in the form of shadowy sorcerers from another world who covet her blood. Along her journey, she meets a motley band of outcasts who not only know the secret of what happened to Earth, but also of Skylar’s true origin. Will Skylar be able to accept this fantastical truth? But more importantly, can her powers and raging heart be tamed in time to stop those who once burned the world and now seek total domination?



Excerpt Skylar's eyes filled with a flickering blue light as ghostly flames jetted from her palms, and her screams were lost over the roaring of the blaze. Instinctively, she shook her hands, slapped them against her legs, and then clapped them together to try and extinguish the fire. As her hands touched, the flames vanished. To her astonishment her skin wasn't burned. It wasn't even warm. Sadly, the same couldn't be said for Buster. The dog was a smoking ruin at her feet, one more pile of burnt remains in a world already covered in ash. Her heart broke as she stared down at him. Oh god, she thought. What's happened? What have I done? "Oh my Lord, girl," a man said behind her. "What did you do?" Skylar whirled around, her eyes widening in guilt even though she didn't understand what had happened, or how. "Henry, he jumped at me! I don't know why he did it, and I tried to stop him, but..." She fell silent, her thoughts too scrambled to know what more to say. Buster was a dog she'd loved and cared for ever since coming to live on the farm years ago, and without warning, he had attacked her. When she'd held her hands up to ward him off, blue fire had erupted from them and consumed him as though it was a living, ravenous thing. Nothing like that had ever happened to her before, and she couldn't rightly explain what she didn't understand. 

Justin R. Macumber is the author of HAYWIRE and A MINOR MAGIC. When not hard at work on his next story he hosts the popular Dead Robots' Society podcast, which is a podcast made by writers for writers. He and his lovely wife live in the Dallas/Fort Worth metroplex along with a rampaging pack of dogs and cats that they think of as their  children. He is also a co-host on The Hollywood Outsider, a weekly podcast about movies and television. Currently he is working on two novels - the horror story STILL WATER, and the sequel to A MINOR MAGIC entitled A BROKEN MAGIC.

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Party Crasher Promo Blitz

Title: Party Crasher
Author: April Angel
Genre: Erotic
Blitz Host: Lady Amber's Tours

She crashed his party and became his prize…

According to one annoying Drex Callum, Chris is a “nosy reporter.” And maybe she is. She’s heard of the super secretive event known as the Seduction Party, and she won’t be content until she finds a way in. The last thing she expects to find is that Drex is the host. She’ll never get an invitation from her nemesis—unless she finds a way to get one herself. And breaking into his house is nothing if it means getting the scoop. But what she gets instead is an eye-full of the man himself, half-naked and more than she’d ever dreamed he could be in all her teenage fantasies.

Drex has been fantasizing about Chris forever, and now that she’s a grown woman, he still has a hard time treating her like one. So when she shows up at the Seduction Party—on the auction chair!—he’s got no other choice but to teach that nosey woman a lesson. He never dreamed sex could be like this, with Chris in his room, tied to a bed, asking him for stuff that blows his mind…

But when things turn ugly, it becomes clear that someone wants the nosey reporter dead. And Drex will have his hands full trying to keep his prize safe… 




Excerpt:

Chris held on to the window ledge and lifted one foot into the darkened room. She heaved her body over, landing on her ass in the process. A groan slipped from her lips, and she slapped a hand on her face. Crap. The last thing she needed was to call attention to her presence in Drex’s office.

Careful not to disturb anything, she walked over to his desk and started rummaging through drawers. Why the hell did she decide to become a reporter in the first place? Oh yeah, because she liked to be in people’s business was Drex’s usual snide response.

Something on the Seduction Party had to be in there somewhere. Wild drums beat in her chest. She tried to focus. She had to remain alone inside the room. She glanced quickly over her shoulder at the door. She was pissed to have to go to these lengths. Drex was a tight-lipped bastard, and she was reduced to snooping because he refused to invite her.

He knew she had been trying to write a story on the super private bash that took place once a year. Invitees were under strict restrictions and had to sign confidentiality waivers. Luckily, she’d overheard her brother, Cole, on the phone with Drex. The rat mentioned he’d gotten his invite and thanked Drex for sending it over. Her blood simmered with anger.

For months, she’d mentioned to both men how badly she’d been trying to get more info on the secretive party, but they’d done nothing to help. All she wanted was to get her hands on an invite, finally figure out what the heck the stupid Seduction Party was all about, and write her damn story.

It was no secret she and Drex didn’t see eye to eye, but he didn’t have to be so rude to her in his attempts to ward her off. When she’d asked, point blank, if he’d let her into the party, the jerk had shaken his head and said, quite empathically, no. Bastard. No matter—she’d get her own invite.

She went through every drawer until she hit a locked one. She smiled in wicked delight. Ha, as if that flimsy lock was going to deter her. In seconds the lock clicked open. Cautiously, she pulled the drawer by the handle and grinned. Jackpot.

A noise broke through her joy. Someone was outside the office. She curled her hand around the coveted black envelope and shoved it to the bottom of her crossbody bag. She threw the bag out the same window she’d crawled in and was about to jump when the door opened.

“Chris?”

Oh, hell. Frozen in place, she gripped the window ledge and looked longingly at the bag in the shrubs. Of all the people that might have walked in, why did it have to be Drex? Goose bumps broke across her skin and her frustration soared. She hated the effect his voice had on her body.

“Christine, I can see you quite clearly.”

She narrowed her eyes at the laughter in his voice. Taking a deep breath, she turned to look at him and almost fainted.

When the hell had he gotten that body? He was wet and in a towel. A tiny thing wrapped low around his hips. In stupefied shock, she watched his bronzed muscles flex as he took a step toward her. She widened her eyes and almost fell out the window trying to move away. She’d known him all her life, and there wasn’t one time she’d seen him look like…like that.

Stunned, dry mouthed, and getting hornier by the minute, she let her gaze roam over him. From the wet short spikes of his dark hair, to his wide hairless chest, down the eight-pack abs, and lower to the precarious towel that showed a hint of pubic hair, she visually devoured him. She gulped.

“Christine? Chris?” Worry was in his voice.

“Hmm?”

“You OK? You look kind of flushed.” He took another step toward her.

She tried her best to melt into the wall, but her body had other ideas. Under her tank top, her nipples pebbled to hard points. Her gaze darted up to his, and she saw something she’d never seen there before—lust. Panic swarmed her.

“I’m fine.” She took a step away from the window and him at the same time.

“What are you doing here? No one mentioned you were waiting to see me.” He lifted his brow.

It was hard to concentrate on what he was saying when so much of him was still on display. “I just…I just came by to see—” She swallowed and tried to remember what the hell she was supposed to say if she got caught.

“To see?” He prompted her with a smile. She figured he knew she was having a hard time but was thoroughly enjoying her discomfort.

Disgusted with her feminine parts, she sent all sexual thoughts to the deepest, darkest part of her brain. Her old crush on him had died a quick and silent death back in her teenage years.

“I came to ask if you’d decided to help me get my story.” Her voice sounded firm, and she squashed any notion of seeing what lay under the tiny towel.

He took a step closer and she one back. The back of her knees hit a sofa, and she fell back into the cushioned seat. His face was tense.

Her pulse jumped into a crazy gallop. Never had she seen him look so severe and, damn it, it turned her on.

“Why would I do that?” His voice deepened to a low rumble.

Something, very much like panic, pushed her to get away from him. Never one to fear, she got angry instead. “Look, I came to give you a second chance at helping me. You know I will get into that party, and when I do, I’m writing about every single thing I see there. This is your one chance to have some say on what I put down on paper.” She stood and walked toward the door of the office and then turned to face him. “So, what will it be?”

“I said no, and I meant no. That party is not the kind of thing you should be going to.”

“You hypocrite! You sent Cole an invite, and yet I can’t get one?”

He clenched his jaw. “Your brother is a grown man.”

“And what the hell am I? I’m not a little girl anymore. I know what I’m doing.” She grabbed the door handle and glared at him. “I’m going, whether you like it or not.”

He gripped her arm. Her eyes met his in an angry battle of wills.

“Don’t do anything you’ll regret, Chris.”

Unsettled by his touch, she shook her arm out of his hold. “Life’s too short for regrets.” She walked out and toward her car without a single look back.


Want to know about me? April Angel (aka Milly Taiden) was born in the prettiest part of the Caribbean known as the Dominican Republic. She grew up between New York, Florida and Massachusetts. Currently, she resides in New York City with her husband, bossy young son and their little dog Speedy.She’s addicted to shopping for shoes, chocolate (but who isn’t?) and Dunkin Donuts coffee. A bookworm when she can get her hands on a good story, she loves reading all Mina Carter and Dianne Duvall among others. Email || Website || Facebook

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Half-vampire Abby Tate is determined to learn more about the sorceress powers that were awakened inside her when she was turned into a vampire—making her a whole new hybrid species. There’s a group of rogue vamps banding together and forming a Resistance against the vampire governing body, The Head Council, and Abby’s newly discovered powers are the key to the Council’s victory. Now the Resistance will do anything possible to remove the hybrid threat, and with no other options, Abby is forced to rely on the aid of the Council, yet can she trust the very vampires that hunt for her human lover? And even worse, can she fight the unwelcome attraction that’s growing between her and one of those ancient vampire rulers?
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Chapter One Sneak Peek
The Deal


MY STOMACH CLENCHED as I sensed the vampire’s approach. He was close. So close I could feel the thrum of his power vibrating along my skin. The hairs on the back of my neck rose, and I knew if I was going to use my power for defense, then I needed to bring it forth now. I closed my eyes, forcing myself to breathe as deeply as I could—which thankfully had gotten easier with practice. I focused on the energy inside me, willing it to the surface, and as I felt it swelling, building like an approaching storm, I threw out my hand, gripped Stone’s shirtsleeve, and urged him to the floor. “Get down! He’s here!”Stone raked me with a look that told me he was not too pleased, but then fear swept over his face when he realized just how little time we had.The wooden door to the pub suddenly burst open—bits of wood and dust raining down from the force. Even though Stone should’ve cowered behind me—since his gift of reading blood wasn’t something he could fight with—somehow he’d found some bravery and boldly stood by my side. Though I appreciated it, I didn’t like it, and desperately wished he had listened to me. But I couldn’t think about that and call forth the fire within me at the same time. So I pushed Stone to the back of my mind with the silent promise of dealing with him later. Then I returned my attention to the power building inside me. One last deep breath and my heart shuddered to life inside my chest, making a rhythmic pattern with my faux breathing. A tingling warmth spread from head to toe, then settled on my awaiting hands. Seconds later, there was a glowing orb of fire (about the size of a basketball) cupped inside my palms. And just as the vampire appeared through the settling fog, I called out, “Not another step, Tristan, or it will be your last!”“I think you should reconsider your threat,” Tristan shot back. “We are on the same side.”That I sincerely doubted, but I knew killing a member of the Head Council would definitely put me on the “Most Wanted” list. Which I might already be on, since I’d helped the human this vampire was here to claim escape.“She’s not bluffing!” Stone said through a snarl. I wanted to glare him into silence, but I refused to take my eyes off of the vampire standing in the broken doorway, wearing a black Armani-looking suit—now lightly covered with dust. It was a custom for all members of the Head Council to wear black suits, but each of them would wear shoes and an undershirt of their own choosing. I guess it was a way to express their individual personalities. Yet this one seemed to express himself through his spiked, platinum blond hair, not the basic black undershirt and matching boots—which were much more boring compared to what I’d seen a few of the other Council members wearing. But this vampire was far from boring. He was a tracker for the Council—one of the best hunters on earth. And he was after my human boyfriend.“You know why I’m here, Abigail,” Tristan bit out. “The human was here.”I felt my gaze narrow as I carefully took a step forward, the ball of flames growing hotter in my hands. “Yes, he was. It’s my fault he wasn’t captured.”“That’s not exactly true,” said Stone as he moved up beside me.I stole a few deep breaths, fighting the urge to throw my fireball at him instead of the blond vampire in the suit.“Please explain!” Tristan ordered with impatience. But as Stone attempted a reply, he was cut off. “Not you! I want to hear this directly from Abigail!”“Abby,” I corrected, feeling sweat forming above my brows and pooling between my breasts.The blond vampire smirked, folding his arms in front of his chest.“I did not restrain him because I do not believe he will be kept safe once in your hands,” I went on. “And until I can prove his innocence in all of this, I feel it’s best that he stay far away from you.”A tinge of red formed a ring around Tristan’s irises as he scowled. “That is not your decision. He must pay for his involvement with those rogue vampires, including Bronx. He cannot get away with helping them try to destroy our stronghold.”“I made an agreement with the other Council members,” I reminded him. “Doesn’t that count for something? Your word is nothing if your actions do not back up what you say.” My voice was getting louder, my patience thinning. And the angrier I got, the more difficult it became to control the fire in my hands.“Yes. We have a deal,” Tristan assured. “We will not kill him or harm him—just as we told you—but that does not mean he won’t be punished some other way.”“I don’t believe you,” I snapped.Stone put his hand on my shoulder. “Abby, maybe you should—”In a flash of movement, the vampire closed the distance between us and held Stone in a headlock from behind with his fangs hovering over my friend’s neck. And since it wasn’t to drink Stone’s blood, since Stone was also a vampire, then that meant it was a threat to rip out my friend’s jugular. From there it would be too easy to finish Stone by ripping off his head. And that’s when my patience snapped. There were only two ways to kill a vampire—burning to death or decapitation—and he was about to find out firsthand just how very dangerous I was. Sure, he could threaten to kill my friend, but he’d be burned alive before Stone’s head hit the ground. I placed all my focus on the orb of heat in my hand, willing it to retract to half its size while intensifying, growing hotter, then I thrust it at Tristan’s face. In a blur of motion, he ducked, throwing Stone to the floor as the fireball grazed over his head, singeing the soft tips of his hair. A snarl erupted from his throat as his fiery gaze locked onto mine. There was a brief hesitation, burnt hair and musk filling my senses, then something similar to curiosity flashed over his eyes and he was airborne, plunging straight for me. My body shuddered as heat blasted out of every pore, radiating from me like invisible steam. Throwing his arms over his face, the vampire faltered midair and fell sideways, then jumped back once he landed and retreated by the door from which he’d entered. Satisfied I’d made my point, I pulled all the heat back inside me, then rushed over to Stone and helped him up. “You okay?” I asked.He nodded by way of an answer, then ran his hand through his coffee-colored hair—which was completely messed up now.My eyes narrowing, I fixed my gaze on Tristan across the bar by the door. “Do that again and I’ll kill you,” I warned.Tristan brushed some of the dust off of his pants. “Abigail, I’d rather not have to repeat that again. Hopefully I’ve made my point by now,” he said, his mouth curling into an amused grin that nearly reached his eyes. The hints of crimson were gone—for now anyway. “I would not have harmed your friend, as I’m sure Mr. Rayver here is already aware.” He glanced at my disheveled friend, a smirk still pulling at his lips; then his gaze slid back to me. “Your powers make you far greater than just any other Enforcer. You are an equal with us. We should work side by side, you making the sixth, and final member, of the Council. But you must not argue with our protocol. If rules are broken, there are, and will always be, consequences. There are no exceptions to this. Ever. The rules of our kind are ageless. It’s been that way for centuries and shall remain that way indefinitely.”Well that was news to me. I knew the Head Council wanted my services, but I’d thought they just wanted me to be one of their many Enforcers. Enforcers were gifted vampires like me. Well, kind of. A few months ago I’d been kidnapped by an evil vampire named Bronx and turned against my will, which awakened the sorceress’s bloodline inside me, unbeknownst to me. But Bronx knew all about it, and he’d planned to use my powers to defeat the Head Council. Only I’d killed him before he got the chance. Later on, I’d learned about my real mother being an all-powerful sorceress and how she’d used her magic to impregnate her vampire lover—my father. So I never really was just another vampire. Or even an Enforcer. I was always more than that. A whole new species altogether, a hybrid, and a hot commodity among the vampire world—since there was no other like me. Yet if the Head Council really wanted my partnership, then I just gained a whole lot of leverage. Anxiety curled through my belly. “If you want me to work with you, and of course the others, then I will need you to be more flexible. Rules are always in place for guidance, but we both know they are not in stone. Especially when I believe innocence is a key component.”“When there is proof of one’s innocence, then we have a trial,” Tristan explained. “But there is no proof of that with this human.”I thought about that for a moment. Sure, I didn’t have “proof” per se, but I had Tyler’s word. And though he’d lied to me about his alliance with Bronx, and the fact he’d known about my father’s death all along, for some crazy reason I believed him now. “Allow me the time to find the proof you require and I will consider partnering with you.”Tristan shot me a lasered glare. His face softened but I had absolutely no idea what his thoughts were. Mind reading wasn’t one of my gifts—yet. Since no one could predict what other gifts I’d inherit.“How can you possibly believe this human didn’t help those rogue vampires?” he asked at last.Keeping my eyes on Tristan’s, I shook my head. “He was involved. I’m not saying I can prove that differently. He’s innocent of knowing what Bronx’s intentions were, what those rogue vampires’ intentions were.” I paused a moment to suppress some of the heat inside me, though I didn’t completely extinguish it just in case things got hostile again. “He thought he was helping them,” I went on. “He thought they were in trouble. He didn’t realize he was working for the bad guys until…until it was too late.”Stone snorted in disbelief, but kept his mouth shut. Smart vampire.Tristan’s eyes widened. “How can you possibly believe that? He must have you brainwashed!”“That isn’t possible,” I told him.“What are you speaking of?”—confusion in Tristan’s voice. “Bronx would have claimed you with his mind control had you not killed him first.” “No, it’s not possible to brainwash me,” I explained. “And that is how I was able to kill Bronx.” Saying that struck a pang inside my chest: I didn’t want to be a murderer any more than I wanted to be a vampire, err hybrid. “I have the ability of blocking powers.”A wave of surprise flashed over Tristan’s face. “There is so much to learn about you, Abigail,” he said.“So do we have a deal?” I asked, taking a couple steps toward him.Tristan raised a brow. “How much time are you asking for?”“As long as it takes,” I replied instantly. “I have a feeling you and the others will delay me, since we are all curious to learn more about my powers.”Tristan closed his eyes momentarily, presumably using his telepathic powers to confer with the other members of the Council. I stole a moment to look at Stone. He was shaking his head slowly, azure eyes with hints of red wide with shock. I shrugged my shoulders warily, knowing fully that to keep Tyler safe, I’d break this deal and the neck of anyone who attacked him. Obviously Stone knew that too.“We have a deal,” Tristan finally announced.I smiled. Relief flushed through me as the remnant heat within finally extinguished. Moments later, my breathing slowed and my heartbeat completely stopped. Oh the joys of being a vampire hybrid. “I have one more favor to ask,” I said, a whole new confidence exuding in my voice.Stone called out, “Abby, what are you—”“Silence, Mr. Rayver,” Tristan stated. “I am very interested in what Abigail will ask for now.”“I want to speak to Madelaine. Will Elliott do that for me?” My real sorceress mother, Madelaine, had died long ago, and I’d never even had the chance to meet her. My father and one of his female blood donors, all the while believing she was my mother, had raised me. And though I’d love for Elliott to connect me to my father, I simply couldn’t risk giving away the fact he was dead too. Who knew how that little piece of info would affect the deal I’d just made, or the innocence I wanted to prove for Tyler. Bronx killed my father. But it was because of Tyler’s gift of premonition that Bronx was able to find my dad in the first place. So I guess you could say Tyler did carry some of the blame. But he’d sworn that he never thought Bronx would’ve killed him. And I believed him, hopefully not foolishly. So far I was taking the news of my father’s death okay. Maybe my estranged relationship with him was helping me through the mourning process. After all, he’d left me when I was ten. Fifteen years later, I’d finally gotten a phone call from him, warning me I was in danger. I never had a chance to thank him for trying to help me…or see him again.“Abigail,” Tristan said, bringing me out of those thoughts. “You’re going to make a great addition to our team. You’re already very good at negotiations.” He chuckled lightly. “It will be our pleasure to call upon Madelaine for you and an honor to introduce you to your real mother.” Holding out his hand, he moved closer, giving me a good view of his violet eyes speckled with the deepest of cobalt, not a trace of crimson in them, which calmed me further. “So we have a deal?”I nodded, taking his hand inside mine. “We have a deal.” Then I asked, “When do we leave?”His answer was one simple word: “Dusk.”I felt my chest tighten as he said it, even though I’d somewhat expected that to be his answer. Moving to where Stone was behind me, I threw my arms around his neck and buried my face against the softness of his tee, yet I could feel the ridged lines of muscle just beneath. “I know I just got back here, but I promise we’ll have more time once this is all over. I will miss you,” I told him, my voice muffled.He gently grabbed my shoulders and pushed me back, just enough for him to look at my face. “What in the hell are you talking about? Do you actually think you can get rid of me that easy?”“What do you mean?” I asked, feeling confused.“I’m coming with you.”“No, you’re not!” Tristan shouted from behind me.I shrugged as a plan formed in my mind. “Wait a second. I think it’s a great idea for Stone to come.”“No,” Tristan repeated.“Actually, sir,” Stone said, “I can be of help to both Abby and the Council. I can help look for the information Abby seeks to clear her human while she is tied up with business affairs with you. It would make her that much more available.”I felt my eyes widen. That was actually better than my plan. “But you hate Tyler.” And he did—with a passion.“Oh I still hate him, but I think the world of you.” Stone gently gripped my chin, caressing it between his thumb and forefinger.A lone tear I hadn’t felt before dripped from my eye as I smiled. Stone let go to wipe it and I glanced over at Tristan. “Please allow Stone to come with us. He would be a true asset. And he is my friend. Please.”Tristan was quiet for a short moment, face hard, eyes studying us intently. “Very well.”“Where are we going exactly?” I asked.“Boston,” Tristan replied. “We have a few stronghold locations, but we are operating out of Boston right now. It’s good to move around. Staying in the same place for centuries can get quite boring. And it’s not as safe.”I nodded. I’d never been to Boston before, but I’d heard it was an interesting place. A huge part of me was looking forward to seeing it, checking out all the historic monuments, buildings, and the statue of Sam Adams, if there would be any time for sightseeing. With Stone coming, we would certainly accomplish twice as much, twice as fast. I trusted that he would work diligently on finding a way to prove Tyler’s innocence. Though Stone despised Tyler, I was certain that he cared enough about me to do as he said he would. Yet Stone wouldn’t be upset in the slightest if he was unable to find the proof we needed to clear Tyler’s name.There was also the uncertainty over what kind of situation I’d be getting myself into with the Head Council. Learning vampire politics and more about the new species I’d become when Bronx turned me…well, that could take more time from me than I could ever imagine. Plus meeting my mother for the first time and finding out more about her set my emotions swirling with anxiety.I closed my eyes and let out a deep, long sigh. Just take one thing at a time, Abby. One thing at a time. Quit worrying about things that haven’t happened yet. Bronx was dead. Tyler was alive and pardoned for the moment. Lily, my closest human friend and old blood donor, was okay. Stone was here with me now and would stay with me at the Head Council’s stronghold. And I’d gotten pretty good control over my amazing, awesome, and insanely strong powers. I’d say my life, afterlife, whatever, was going pretty darn well at the moment. Yet, at the time, I had no idea just how quickly everything was about to change.

Ashley Robertson resides in sunny Orlando, Florida, and loves writing about anything paranormal. She also composes poems and songs, though she learned long ago she doesn’t have a singing voice. When she isn’t writing you’ll find her spending time with family and friends, training in her home gym, traveling and exploring new places, and drinking fine red wines and gourmet coffees from her Nespresso machine. 
For a sneak peek at Ashley Robertson’s upcoming books, giveaways, and blog entries go to www.AshleyRobertsonBooks.com
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 Get To Know the Author: Interview

Why did you want to be a writer?
Ever since I was young, I’ve always loved to write. It was a huge outlet for me as I used to write about everything that would happen in my life. A few years ago—after walking away from an all-consuming real-estate career—I had these swirling thoughts of a young girl being turned into a vampire against her will, only she wasn’t just your average girl; there was something special about her that attracted the vamp to her in the first place. So I started freestyle typing away at the story and about a year or so later, I had a complete enough version to send to my editor (Stephen Delaney with Close Reader Editing Services). In December 2011, Crimson Groves, my debut novel, was finally released. (grins) It was a monumental day for me. I’ll never forget that feeling.

What is your favourite genre of book? Which genre do you like the least? 
My faves are anything and everything urban fantasy and paranormal romance (YA, new adults, and adult). I’m not a big fan of non-fiction books.

Have you ever faced writers block and what are some suggestions to get past writers block?  
You mean aside from throwing my computer across the room and watching it break into a dozen pieces? (chuckles) Yes, I’ve been a victim of writer’s block—more times than I can count, actually. And destroying my laptop each time would get pretty expensive, so no, I don’t really do that. At this point, it’s usually best to walk away for a bit, or maybe it’s a great time to answer your emails or bang out a guest post. Then, hopefully when you return to your WIP, you’ll have more clarity with where the story is going.

What is your least favorite aspect of writing a book? 
 I got one word for you: editing!

Are any of your characters based on anyone you know? 
Not any one person in particular, though I’m certain my protagonists are a blend of some of my favorite heroines from other books I’ve read interspersed with some characteristics of people I’ve interacted with.

Which one of your characters would you want with you on a deserted island? 
I’ve really been crushing on Trace (Crimson Flames) lately, however about six months ago my answer would have been Luke from Unguarded.

If your book(s) were turned into a movie who could you see playing them?
There are certain pics of Amanda Seyfried that resemble Abby.The same could be said of Ryan Phillippe for Tyler, but his eyes need to be greener.And there are some pics of Jake Gyllenhaal with longer hair that could easily be Stone. He’s got the perfect eyes for it too.

What makes your book different from others in this genre? 
Not only do I think the vampires are unique, but also the storyline is unlike any other I’ve read.

What advice would you give people wanting to get into writing?
 I can’t stress enough the importance of having a good team on your side (editor, cover artist, publishing company, bloggers, reviewers, etc.). And don’t just be a taker, give back to the book community too. Help other authors by sharing what you’ve learned. Yes, this takes time away from your writing, but I believe it’s extremely important in connecting with others and maintaining successful “blogationships.” Trust me when I say it will come back tenfold if you’re willing to put yourself out there and be helpful, and it’s even better if you’re genuine about it. Being involved in a writing group is a great way to not only give back, but to also learn lots of helpful information too. I’m a member of several groups and my life would not be the same without them.





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Title: The Promise
Author: Kim Carmichael
Genre: Erotica
Publisher: Hot Ink Press
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   Demon Dolan Ciar exists on three simple words: desire, denial, and destruction. Every four years, he is allowed one night of earthly passion to punish a deserving female. By the time he is finished, his victims are left as willing receptacles for demons yet to come.   Since she was four, a demon has been the only constant in Leora Desmond's life. He taught her how to seize control, to never give up, and to take whatever she wanted. At twenty-four, her self-centered existence is focused on one thing. She wants Dolan, and she won't be dissuaded.   A mistake brought Dolan to Leora. A promise bound him to her. Returning once again to ask for his freedom, he is faced with Leora demanding to be his next conquest. The ultimate retribution would be to take from her the ultimate symbol of her selfishness.    Now, Dolan must decide if he can doom her to life in living hell or face his own set of unearthly consequences, while Leora must choose between her pleasure and her heart.    The Promise blurs the line between good and evil, desire and love, and promises and commitment.


Excerpts
He tilted his head. "You look older."She forced herself to blink and to remember her goal. "Then I assume I am at last old enough to be a fit for a demon." She stepped forward, stopping less than a foot away from him. The back of her throat dried out, and she swallowed.He put his hand to his chin, his gaze taking her in. "This old song and dance. When will you use the brains you have and leave it alone?"His words hit her, but rather than retreating, she moved closer. The energy, the tingle, the wafts of spice encompassed her and lured her toward him. "Never.""You were smart last time. Why don't you release me so I can do what I came here for." He glanced down at her and then shifted his focus beyond her. "I have needs as well.""Tonight I am the one you came here for." The mention of his last visit stung, but she willed herself to keep going. She ran her fingers up the buttons of his shirt. "You always told me to take control."He shook his head. "A lesson you learned well."She reached up and clenched his collar in her fist. "I let you go last time, but tonight I am the one you need."He grabbed her wrist. "I spared you before. Never forget that."She stared right into his eyes. No weakness was allowed tonight. "It's me, Dolan. Me, or you can be celibate until the decade I do you the favor of dying. I don't care about your pain." She tensed, preparing herself for his retaliation."I thought I taught you better than to make demands of a demon." He pressed his palm to the side of her face.Heat radiated through her body, sending a warning to every one of her nerve endings. "A demon who comforts a child is a failure of a demon in my book."His jaw tightened. "That was a mistake. An oversight."

Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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Author: Kim Carmichael
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There's always the one…
He's one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who leaves his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need closure.For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.
After he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected he would be her Mike Taylor.
With Mike having no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make him pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be with the one man who she has always wanted?
Can she finally have closure?


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Excerpt 1
"Are you worried I'm going to get something wrong?" Without him knowing, they slipped back into their old banter. She reached into her bag, found a pad and pen and held them up. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, different." He pressed his back against the chair. "A challenge." His smile let the tooth peek out, while seventeen years caused the little wrinkle at corner of his eye to appear. "You know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week."
"Should I be writing this down?" She clicked the pen twice, trying to stop herself from reading more into this.
"Not unless you're writing down your address so I know where to pick you up for dinner tomorrow night."
Everything stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze. The constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood motionless.
Back in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get her Friday night.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.

Excerpt 2
There’s always that one guy. Riley watched her date and shook her head.
"Stay there, I'll get the door." Mike got out of the car.
The cellophane on the roses Mike gave her when he arrived at her apartment crinkled in complaint as she moved them to the back seat, but not before she breathed in one more time. The floral perfume combined with his cologne made her dizzy, or maybe it was the ride down Pacific Coat Highway to Malibu.
Yes, there was always that one guy, the one that every other man is measured against. Up until yesterday she hadn’t thought about Mike in years, but he was always there. His imprint was all over her, a fingerprint unique to only her. How many men had to live up to memories they couldn’t compete with?
Part of her wished she possessed the strength to turn him down. Part of her wished he hadn't shown, or cancelled. Part of her wanted this date to reclaim what she lost so long ago she forgot she missed it.
The moment she got in the car with him, she became the seventeen-year-oldMargaret again. Only her former self never got this far. At the time she convinced herself it was better, the date would have been terrible, he was too goal oriented, and he only wanted what he perceived as an easy lay.
He took long strides around the car, opened the door on her side and held out his hand."Riley."
Now she was Riley. Margaret was gone. Riley had hidden her away with a name change taken from her parents' middle names, a bottle of hair dye, and a move to a new state.
She paused, studying him. Tonight he wore a pair of black pants and matching blazer and dark blue button down. As always, he fit his situation perfectly. She acquiesced and put her hand in his.

Excerpt 3
Mike never tutored her in chemistry. She supposed it was because she followed the instructions in that class or she may blow herself up. One thing was certain. She did not need any help now.
"Take a bite." Mike held up a spoon containing a sampling of chocolate covered coconut cake with raspberry sauce.
They sat together at tiny table outside the small café where they were presented with several small dessert selections, including chocolate mousse and a custard dish, but both their eyes went to the sinful cake first.
Their dinner was incredible, but not for the food. She barely remembered eating, but she savored the way Mike ordered for her, how he chose the ideal wine to compliment the meal, and how he continued to stare at her as if nothing else existed.
"It's dripping." She shook her head.
"Then it's perfect." He lifted the spoon higher.
She decided not to mention anything else dripping. She was ready to drown.
Instead, she lapped up some of the sauce with her finger.
She went to put her finger between her lips, when he dropped the spoon and caught her wrist.
"I believe I would like the first taste." He brought her hand to his mouth and sucked the sauce off her.
He swirled his tongue along her fingertip. If he was trying to show her exactly what he could do to another part of her body, it worked.
"Delectable." He licked his lips. "But I believe I need something more." He leaned forward and kissed her.
This kiss was different than the one on the pier. They already skipped over awkward, unsure connections and were now at tantalizing tastes. The type of kissing usually meant as a precursor to other, more satisfying, activities.
He opened his mouth giving her a sampling of the decadent dessert mixed with him.
No, dripping wasn't the word to describe her. If he were any other man, she would have already had them back in bed letting him properly attend to her needs. She squeezed her thighs together in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure.
He placed his hand on her leg. "You seem a little tense."
She glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, tightening and relaxing the muscles in her leg. "I'm just in good shape.""So I feel." He inched his hand up, his fingertips sneaking under the hem of her dress.

Excerpt 4
His mouth went dry. Her pale skin glowed against all the black.
She rolled up the shirt and put it in her handbag. "What are you waiting for?"
He cleared his throat and pushed the button.
The elevator doors closed. If she wouldn't allow him to know where they were going, he would make headway in another direction. He stepped back and slid his arm around her waist.
She settled against him.
Her position gave him the perfect opportunity to take in the top of her breasts.They wanted to overflow out the lingerie disguised as a dress. The corset contoured to her curves, accentuating what was already magnificent. He dared to snake his hand up.
"You look troubled." She moved her hair out of her face.
"You look beautiful."
"Are you sure it's not too much?" A bit of pink stained her pale cheeks.
He let his gaze travel from her face to her neck decorated with a black lace choker, and back to her cleavage. He was never going to make through tonight without having her.
"It's not too much." He took a chance and moved his hand to the edge of her breast. Even with the restrictive garment, her flesh changed, soft, welcoming, enticing.
She arched her back toward him. "So, you like what you see?"
Less than ten minutes ago this woman wouldn't kiss him. He wanted to grab her, take her hand and press it to himself and show her exactly how much he liked what he saw.
"I can think of nothing better."
"Are you ready for some surprises?" She reached up to fix his collar.
His life had turned into nothing but twists and turns ever since she asked her first interview question.



Kim Carmichael began writing eight years ago when her need for graphic sex scenes and love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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