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Announcing the release of Unmistakable by Gigi Aceves. Both lost the same thing… The loss of LOVE.

SYNOPSIS:
As a child, Roxy Oliver experienced her first heartache resulting in her trusting only a few…
As a man, Cody Davis experienced many deaths while serving in the Marines; however, his greatest grief was when two of the most important people in his life died, resulting in him needing to be in control….
Both lost the same thing…
Felt the same pain….
Suffered the same fate…
The loss of LOVE.
Finally, destiny’s smiling their way as love blossoms between them. When danger comes knocking, threatening to destroy what they both hold dear, is it an unmistakable love when he’s willing to give up his life for hers, or is that control? Isn’t it an unmistakable love when protecting him is the only choice she has, or is that trusting no one, but herself?
So, when everything’s left broken….
Will control prevail over trust, or will forgiveness be the road that leads them to their unmistakable love…
“Love always protects, always trust, always hopes, and always perseveres.”  1 Corinthians 13:7

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I’m a middle child, and no, I don’t suffer from the middle child syndrome. According to my parents, I’m the craziest, and I think, my husband and children agree with them.Besides the births of my two children, my husband’s successful transplant is one of the most memorable moments of my crazy life! After dealing with two bouts of cancer, my husband served as an inspiration to me and my children. I’m privileged to be married and go on this crazy ride, we call life, with a man who doesn’t know the meaning of giving up. I’m known as The Crazy Cat Lady, in the Wanted World. Am I crazy? Well, the jury is still out on that one, but I’d like to think I can make one person smile with my craziness.



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Romantic Comedy Tour: Christmas Confusion & The Makeover by Monica Garry-Allen. Giveaway: US only.

  BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Christmas Confusion SERIES – Bailey’s Chaotic Life AUTHOR – Monica Garry-Allen GENRE – New Adult/Romantic Comedy PUBLICATION DATE – 11-3-14 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 50,000 PUBLISHER – Indie COVER ARTIST – Sweet Simplicity
  BOOK SYNOPSIS Bailey Cooper has fallen in love – sadly the man she’s in love with already has a man. Sounds complicated doesn’t it? ~ Bailey Cooper is very much attracted to her neighbor, Max Davis. Unfortunately for Bailey, Greg – Max’s lover, is slowly becoming one of Bailey’s best friends. Bailey’s emotions are torn. She adores Greg’s friendship while at the same time she craves Max’s touch.What’s a girl to do when she ‘thinks’ the man she’s in love with is in love with someone else?Max Davis and his baby brother Greg Davis are co-owners of the apartment building they live in. Max has fallen for his tenant, Bailey, but she avoid and ignore all of his advances. It doesn’t take long for him to become suspicious of the friendship blooming between her and Greg. He believes Bailey has a crush on his brother, but Max wants his shy little neighbor all to himself. Now he has to think of ways to keep Bailey and Greg apart, which is ridiculous since Greg isn’t even in to women. Time to break that news to his neighbor and hope it causes her attention to swing his way.Will a holiday weekend full of chaos, confusion and a little bit of charm finally get Bailey and Max on the right track? Or will a few innocent caresses lead to more Christmas confusion?
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“You’re in love with her, aren’t you?” Greg said in awe. Max snorted at the incredulity of Greg’s question. “I just met her. I’ve only known her for three weeks. How can I possibly be in love with her?” Greg sat up on the couch, same shocked expression on his face. “Stop looking at me like that,” Max told his brother. “There is no way I’m in love with my neighbor.” “I can’t believe I’ve been so blind,” Greg sighed. “I’m supposed to be the Christmas Cupid, how did I miss this? My pupils have fallen in love and I didn’t even realize it. I’m slipping.” “What are you talking about?” He was not in love with Bailey. There were a lot of things he loved about her but he wasn’t in love with her. He loved the way she walked, the sound of her voice, hell he even loved watching her walk away from him, because the view was to die for. He loved that she didn’t balk at the kind of car he drove. He loved the way she smiled shyly whenever he told her good morning. But that didn’t mean that he loved her, he didn’t know her well enough to love her. But he could see himself falling in love with her, if she would give him a chance. If he could just figure out what she wanted, he would give it to her. “It all makes so much sense now,” Greg whispered. “Really dude, what are you mumbling about?” “The waitress at the Pancake Shack, she was cute, but you didn’t pay her any attention. Last week there was the gas station cashier, who asked you what your name was. She was hitting on you and you didn’t even notice. The only woman you seem to have eyes for is your brown-haired neighbor.” Greg tapped his finger against his chin. “I think I’ve just figured out what’s wrong with you.” “There’s nothing wrong with me, doofus.” “See, that right there. You called me doofus, you haven’t called me that in years.” “Because you haven’t acted like one in years.” “I’ve never acted like one, but you only called me that after I’d gone through your stuff and found out something that you didn’t want me to know.” Max stopped pacing. “I’m completely lost. I have no idea what we’re even talking about now.” “Let me bring you up to speed, dear brother. You calling me doofus means you know that I am on to you, and I am. I know what’s wrong with you. I know why you’re so cranky.” “Please, feel free to enlighten me.” “I shall, but first, name one other woman that you’ve been this crazy about,” Greg said. He started pacing again, searching his mind for a name. The names of every woman he’d ever dated and or slept with raced through his head. “There was Bethany…” “She doesn’t count,” Greg chimed in. “She cheated. You dumped her and never looked back. If you were crazy about her, you would have been heartbroken, but you weren’t. So name someone else.” He tried to come up with another name, but no other woman came to mind, only Bailey. There was no point in denying it any longer. “There isn’t anyone else, only Bailey.” Greg began grinning from ear to ear. “You love Bailey. I can see it in your eyes. Case solved.” Max returned to his recliner and plopped down, defeated. He loved Bailey, everything about her. There was no denying it or fighting it, He was in love with Bailey Cooper.

  BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – The Makeover SERIES – Nerd Girls Love Hard AUTHOR – Monica Garry-Allen GENRE – New Adult/Romantic Comedy PUBLICATION DATE – 09/29/14 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 60k PUBLISHER – Indie COVER ARTIST – Sweet Simplicity
    BOOK SYNOPSIS Revenge is a dish best served cold… while wearing heels.
April has just learned the real reason behind her boss’ impromptu dinner invitation. He only invited her to dinner with his colleagues to prove a point: that he can show up at an event with a plain Jane and still be considered ‘the man’. She expected better from him and had secretly hoped that one day their friendship would grow into something deeper. Now she knows she will always just be his 'nerdy secretary' to him.But her two best friends won’t let her wallow in her pain. They convince her to give Dr. Stewart a dose of his own medicine. The plan: show up at the dinner looking irresistible and prove to her boss that even nerd girls can be sexy. But first she has to replace her unattractive business suits with something sexier and more revealing. It’s time for a makeover.Dr. Chad Stewart would never ‘really’ date his secretary. She was too good, to pure for someone as jaded as himself. It didn’t matter that he was half in love with her. But when he needed an ‘average date’ for a dinner party she was the first person he turned to. He thought his secretary was the perfect choice until he arrived to find her looking like his wildest fantasy. But now she knows the real reason for his invite and he can see in her eyes how hurt she is.Can Chad convince her to forgive him for hurting her or will she walk out of his life… taking his heart with her? BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE CA – AMAZON KINDLE UK – SMASHWORDS – ITUNES – GOODREADS – BARNES & NOBLES         EXCERPT

“That’s right. Your plan was to use me to advance yourself.” “That was my plan. I admit it. I was wrong. What can I do to make you forgive me?” He sounded sincere. The fact that his eyes seemed to be watering as he stared at her longingly confirmed the sincerity she heard in his voice. But she wouldn’t fall for it. She wouldn’t let him in, only to be hurt by him again in the future. “There is nothing I want from you. There is nothing I want you to do other than to take me home, right now.” Those blasted tears were threatening to fall again. “Please just take me home.” Her voice broke on the last word. Chad held his hands up, surrendering to her demand. “If you really want to go home, I will take you home. Just please answer one question for me?’ She didn’t want to answer any questions, but if it would get her home sooner she would. “What is the question?” “When I touch you, do you feel anything?” Where had that question come from? “Um…” “I’m not finished. When we sip coffee together each morning, do you ever get the feeling that maybe we’re meant to be together? I know it sounds crazy, but even tonight, with everything that is going on, does a part of you feel the need to hold me and never let me go?” Yes, yes, yes, that was exactly how she felt. How did he know? A sob escaped her lips. She put her hands over her face. She didn’t want to look at him. She didn’t want to hope that maybe he really felt those things he’d just said. Hope led to disappointment and she’d had enough disappointment in her life already. She couldn’t risk placing her hope in Chad. He’d already let her down once. The sound of gravel crunching let her know he was taking a step closer to her. She took a step back, suddenly very aware of his presence. Sobbing into her hands, afraid to look up, she continued to walk backward and he continued to follow her. Her back connected with something hard. She leaned back and felt the rough touch of tree bark against her exposed shoulders. Chad wrapped one arm around her waist and pulled her forward. His hand settled at the small of her back. He used his other hand to massage her shoulders. The feel of his hands on her bare skin made her tremble. Why did she want him so much? “I messed up, April. If you give me another chance, I promise to never do anything like this again. Forgive me, please.”

  AUTHOR BIOMonica Garry-Allen has loved reading for as long as she can remember. As a child her mother always purchased books for her at her school’s book fair. Back then her favorite book was The Little Mermaid. Now days she reads and tells stories to her nieces and nephews during her weekend sleepovers.Monica is a full time Clinical Laboratory Technician. When she is not working in the lab she’s writing humorous love stories and steamy romances. She recently married the man of her dreams, Dempsey Allen, who motivates her to be the best writer she can be. She has a loving family who supports her one hundred percent and friends who can’t wait to read her next story. She resides in the southern part of Mississippi where she enjoys shopping, reading, writing and spending time with her family.AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAmazon Author Page – Website/Blog – Facebook – Twitter – Pinterest     GIVEAWAY PRIZES1- Makeover swag pack: makeup, jewelry and more swag. 2- Book cover Christmas Ornament. (US only) 3- The Makeover Key Chain. (US only) 4- Christmas Confusion key chain. (US only) 5- $5.00 Amazon gift card. a Rafflecopter giveaway Tour Organized & Hosted By:
 

Yannick Thoraval, Author of 'The Current': Is On Tour. Everyone is adrift on the same tide of greed, lust and fear. This is the current that shapes the world. It always has; it always will.

Publisher: Yannick Thoraval (September, 2014)
Category: Literary Fiction, Climate Fiction
Tour Date: November, 2014
Available in: ebook, 312 Pages
ABOUT THE BOOK: Peter Van Dooren’s wealth and prestige mean that his family wants for nothing – except a husband and a father. When the president of a sinking tropical island in the south pacific calls on the world’s most ingenious entrepreneurs to help save his people, Van Dooren reckons his plan can save the island and its people’s way of life. If it works, Van Dooren’s plan will not only make him richer, it could also change the very idea of nations and borders. After all, changing the world is what Peter really wants to accomplish.  The thing is, not all of the islanders share Van Dooren’s vision for their homeland. That won’t stop Peter from risking everything to prove that nature can be tamed. Playing God may cost Van Dooren his fortune and his own family. While Peter plots a world away, his wife, son and daughter sink deeper into their own personal abyss of retail therapy, amateur pornography and Christian fundamentalism. Everyone is adrift on the same tide of greed, lust and fear. This is the current that shapes the world. It always has; it always will.  
Commended by judges of the prestigious, Victorian Premier's Literary Awards for an Unpublished Manuscript and finalist in the International Showcase Screenwriting Competition, 'The Current' is a novel about the difference between having a house and losing a home. The style of writing is literary (thoughtful but humorous), and will appeal to readers of Jonathan Franzen (particularly Freedom), Ian McEwan (particularly Solar) and Michel Houellebecq (particularly Platform). Stylistically, The Current offers readers a back and forth split storyline and portent of danger comparable to Paul Thomas Anderson's film, Magnolia (1999).
Praise for 'The Current':“Ironic and slyly, bleakly humorous. The Current is a story peopled by men and women of the Renaissance who jog and contemplate their plane food and visit websites and shopping malls, who seem both exhausted by and untiringly connected to their technologies. Gently vexing and hauntingly memorable.”- Clare Allan, Writers Victoria"The Current has all the elements of a literary mainstream novel that demands the reader think about home, traditions, family, refugees and political and commercial intervention. This is a story of belonging, of finding your fit within family and your fit within the world.”–Amanda J. Spedding, Phoenix Editing

About Yannick Thoraval:Yannick Thoraval is a professional communications adviser and university lecturer. Best known as an essayist, Thoraval has publishing widely for both academic and general audiences.  He formally studied film, philosophy and American political history, attaining a masters degree from the University of Melbourne before leaving academia to pursue commercial writing interests. He ended up working as a copywriter in marketing and communications. Thoraval’s fiction has received critical acclaim. His first screenplay, Kleftiko, was a finalist in the International Showcase Screenwriting Awards. Judges of the prestigious Victorian Premier’s Literary Awards, Australia, highly commended his first novel, The Current. The novel draws from Thoraval’s personal and professional experiences of working in the Victorian State Government, particularly his work in international development with the nation of Timor-Leste. He is a career migrant and has lived in the Netherlands, France, Cyprus, Canada and Australia. Moving internationally from a young age has left him feeling culturally stateless, despite holding three passports. Thoraval is a quiet advocate for refugees and asylum seekers. He is a founding member of the World Writings Group, which helps refugees write about their experiences of forced migration. Twitter: https://twitter.com/YannickThoraval
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Excerpt For 'The Current'
Alma slipped the remote control off its wall mount and pointed it at the fireplace. With a beep, the flickering blue flame of the pilot light blossomed into the solid glow of manicured flames. She sat on the sofa and nestled under a blanket. Her hands, which itched incessantly, felt tight and dry as she scratched them. Alma has moisturizers stashed all over the house, and the pot of moisturizing cream nearby released the scents of lime, ginger, and lemon grass—the aromas of her favorite day spa. But it didn’t matter how often she used them, her skin still felt like an onion’s: thin and papery.She picked up the novel she had put down a week ago, skimming a few sentences to reorient herself in the story. A fisherman, yes … his wife and daughter were in some kind of plot against him … something about a mistress and buried treasure—it was coming back to her now. She read a page, a long description of grey sky on water, then put the book down again. She couldn’t concentrate; couldn’t remember the last time she had been able to read a book from cover to cover.Alma breathed in deeply. Peter’s smell, that woody, perfumed soap he used, had evaporated from the house. She missed the aroma now that it was gone. It smelled masculine. Reassuring.Alma turned on the TV and began flipping through the channels, pausing just long enough to hear snippets of dialogue: “We just haven’t known how to get—”“… he did tell him, in fact I heard him say it several times—”“… up to seventy-five per cent—”“… of its kind. Like most lemurs—”“… looking at a few degrees cooler tomorrow with a little morning cloud that should burn off by about mid-afternoon.”Keys jangled at the front door. She turned off the TV, picked up the novel and cracked the book to a page at random as she settled back into her cushions. Footsteps echoed in the hallway. “Stephen?”“Hey,” he said. Alma slowly folded the book onto her lap. “Hi,” she said. “You okay?”Stephen shrugged his shoulders. “Fine.”Alma slid her glasses up to her head. “Come talk to me,” she said, patting the sofa. “Mom, it’s late. I kind of just want to go to bed.”“Oh come on, you have a few minutes to say hello to me.”He sat in one of the high-backed chairs across from Alma, his hands held tight in his lap. He sighed. “What are you reading?” he finally said. “Oh, it’s nothing. It’s stupid,” said Alma turning the book over on her lap. “How was your day?”  “Okay.” He shrugged. “Yours?”“Mine was okay too.”Stephen fiddled with the string on the blinds beside him. He’d always been fidgety. “Did you work today?” he said without turning around.  “No. I’ve not been for a few days.”“Oh.” Stephen turned to look at the hearth. “How come you’ve got the fire going? It’s really not that cold outside.” “I like it. It’s pretty.”Stephen nodded. “Are you hungry?” she said. “There are some leftovers in the fridge if you want.”“Thanks, I already ate.” Alma nodded, studying her son. He needed a haircut, but … he was a good boy. She watched as his eyes searched the room, his gaze settling on nothing in particular. “Oh, go,” she said. “Sorry,” said Stephen, rising from the chair. “I just kind of want to get to bed.”Alma waved away his apology. “Kiss,” she said turning her cheek. “You can give one little kiss to me before you go disappearing again.” As Stephen bent down, she breathed in deep, searching for the odor of anything peculiar but smelled nothing out of the ordinary. He was a good boy. “Good night,” she said. “Night,” said Stephen. Alma listened to his footsteps traipse up the staircase. They were slow and heavy, comforting. She was glad he was sleeping in his room tonight and not in that pool house. She shifted her glasses back and flicked on the TV.  

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Teddy Rose Book Reviews Plus Nov 7 Review & GiveawayPinky's Favorite Reads Nov 10 ExcerptBooks, Books, & More Books Nov 11 Review & ExcerptLady in ReadNov 13 ReviewHousewife Blues & Chihuahua Nov 17 ExcerptDeal Sharing Aunt Nov 18 Review & ExcerptInspire to Read Nov 19 Excerpt100 Pages A Day Nov 20 Review & ExcerptCassandra M's PlaceNov 24 Review & GiveawayWhat U Talking Bout Willis? Nov 25 Review & ExcerptTwo Children and a Migraine Nov 26 Review
 

Book Blitz: Disturbingly Beautiful by J&L Wells. Is it really possible that somewhere in time, the perfect paradox could be created?

Disturbingly Beautiful by J. & L. Wells Series: A Paradox In Time, #1Genre: Historical Romance/Time TravelRelease Date: November 13, 2014


Is it really possible that somewhere in time, the perfect paradox could be created? Does romance really stand a chance, and could it ever flourish amidst so many intricacies and broken lives? How can a nineteenth-century governess unknowingly cause so much devastation?

As Nell’s world opens up, we follow her on a complex journey, on which she discovers love, loss and betrayal, and is forced to play a dangerous game from which there appears to be no escape.

An intricate family plot slowly begins to unravel, in which she finds herself centre stage. She was never supposed to leave Haunchcroft estate, and he will do everything in his power to keep her there…

Could a possible rip in time be the salvation that Nell seeks?

“I find you disturbingly beautiful,” are the contradictory words bestowed upon the governess by her master.

Mr Buchannan’s infatuation is a shadow from which Nell cannot escape. The feelings he holds for her are not reciprocated, and though his lust soon turns to love, Nell’s feelings towards him turn to hatred. Dreams and a love of literature are Nell’s only escapism from the downtrodden life she leads as a governess in the nineteenth century.

One night, an intruder on the estate catches Nell off guard, but she gives chase; a decision that leads her through an opening in time between the centuries, where she finds equality, true friendship and a completely different outlook on life.

Despite using this to her advantage to escape the advances of her unwanted suitor, she is somewhat perturbed when she unexpectedly finds him at her side in the twenty-first century. Will love conquer all, or will time always stand in their way?



“You, madam, are my weakness. Believe me when I say that I did not seek you out, you just happened upon me.” His eyes widened. “You have not the slightest idea how I have tried to fight my desires long and hard, but I have to admit defeat; I have succumbed to your charms.” His words faltered as he continued. “I … I find you uncommonly…” With a shake of his head he corrected himself. “No, my dear, I find you disturbingly beautiful.


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Laura Wells is a swimming teacher, with a love of books, animals and, of course, Jane Austen. Once a national swimmer, she now runs three swim schools of her own. She enjoys spending her spare time with her family and two mad Shiba Inus. She lives in Staffordshire, England.

Judy Wells works at a school; in her spare time she enjoys writing poetry and novels, and spending time with her animals. She also lives in Staffordshire, England.

Laura and Judy are a mother and daughter duo; with Judy's love of poetry and writing and Laura's ideas, they work extremely well together. Time-travel and historical romance novels are their passion, and they hope that after you have read their books, you will feel the same.


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Book review: A Beautiful Wilderness by Dupe Olorunjo. Inspiring Fiction.

AUTHOR: DUPE OLORUNJOBOOK TITLE: A BEAUTIFUL WILDERNESSGENRE: INSPIRATIONAL FICTIONPaperback: 222 pagesPublisher: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform (May 27, 2014) ISBN-10: 1492275042 ISBN-13: 978-1492275046 ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Dupe Olorunjo is an Inspirational fiction writer who loves to create stories to challenge her readers to consider life-changing possibilities sometimes outside their normal reach.She is also the author of TAILED, a compelling tale of a troubled family of five; and THE AIREGINAN DREAM, the story of one man’s quest to set his country free from the shackles of corruption. ABOUT THE BOOK
Keanu Omira is a wealthy Nigerian private equity investor whose ruthless backroom dealings have brought him to the top of the corporate ladder. Driven by passion to escape memories of his childhood poverty, he would do anything, hurt anyone to keep his fortune growing; leaving him with little thought for his family. Cathy Omira, a beautiful and successful events manager loves her husband still and hates the towering invisible wall growing between them. Her distress mounts daily as she tries to understand why Keanu cheats on her and doesn’t seem to care enough for their two adorable children. One bright morning, Keanu is on his way to seal a hostile takeover of a fledgling company owned by his childhood friend Bisi Sanders, when he is involved in a ghastly car accident. From that point, his life takes an unusual downward spiral. He is helpless as subsequent events trap him in a remote place he never knew existed. As the hand of the clock cycles on and Keanu’s ambitions no longer mean much to him, all he craves for is a chance to unearth what is fast becoming an elusive key to aid his return back home. Will he ever find it?

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I received this book for an honest review. When you read the title you immediately think it is a story about the bush, but no, this is a book about a season in a person’s live when they found themselves separated from the truth. In this book we meet Keanu, your first impression is that this guy is a good man and a wealthy owner of an equity firm, but his action’s shows that he looks down on people, he mistreats his staff and when he snaps his fingers he expect the people to jump and ask how high. We see how his families life fall apart with his wife Cathy and his two children, never there for them because he indulges himself in extra martial relationships with serious consequences. Because of a lifelong obsession to make Bisi pay for rejecting him when he was young, he ended up in an accident and a coma. This is where the story gets very interesting. This is a very powerful story with a strong message of what could happen when you end up in a wilderness situation in your life. This is very well written and an authentic story of everyday life. At the end, righteousness and truth prevailed. To find out more you have to read the book.Well done Dupe Olorunjo it is well written and an inspiring story, the characters are believable and story line is good.I give it 5 stars 


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Book Blitz ~ Intensity by C.C. Koen. What would you do to improve your life?

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What would you do to improve your life?
Twenty-one-year-old Serena Thomas is faced with a tough decision. Unable to get ahead of debt and loneliness since her grandmother’s death she finds a new job, placing the sheltered virgin in an underground escort business. She tells herself it’s just a temporary life choice, but destiny has a different plan. She meets a mysterious and gorgeous man, who happens to be her new boss. Will Serena fit in or will she be left all alone again?
Lincoln (aka: Linc) Jefferson has an unusual life. He established The Lounge, an exclusive escort club for very personal reasons. A place where the women say who, when, and what type of sex they’re willing to have. The escorts possess all the power and the money. It’s a business Linc guards at all costs. Trying to maintain the secrecy is a constant challenge and one that’s tested when he enters into a relationship with Serena. She tempts him unlike any woman, even though he’s surrounded by beauty on a daily basis. The more time they spend together the harder it is for him to keep his secrets. Will Serena stand by his side or will she abandon him?Sparks and passion 




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I turned toward the frameless picture windows lining the entire exterior wall and was presented with a breathtaking, unobstructed view of the harbor. Smack dab in the middle, behind an antique mahogany desk, stood the tallest, most impressive man I’d ever seen. The black suit he wore matched the surroundings, professional and sleek. The top three buttons on his white shirt undone, dark sprigs of hair peeked through and begged for my attention. As I got closer, his eyes scanned me from head, to chest, to hips and up and down my long legs at least three times, resting on my ruby-red tiptoes.Ha! Two could play at that game. Using the exact pace he did, I snapped mental pictures of every God given, Mr. Universe muscle. A wavy black ponytail, pulled tight at the nape, crested his wide shoulders and dipped to mid-chest, bringing my journey to a momentary pause. A taut dress shirt molded to his pecs became an instant favorite and preference I didn’t know I had. As I gravitated lower, the desk impeded my view, coming to rest at his waist and a nondescript silver belt buckle. My eyes drifted back up, wishing I could see more, but his tailored jacket without a hint of lint on it kept him hidden. Still, from what I could take in, the man had sin engraved all over him. I stopped in front of his desk and realized my earlier assessment of him had been right. My six five in heels, shrunk to five feet the way he towered over me by several inches. “Linc?” The wispiness of my voice made me cringe. Way to go, Serena. His answer, one sharp nod. In the corners around each eye, little wrinkles appeared as he took another long journey over my body. Knees locked together, I tried hard not to fidget. “I’m Serena. Mylaynee said my interview was at twelve thirty. I’m a little early. I didn’t mean to interrupt if you were in the middle of something.” Damn, there I went, rambling. Yeah, that would have him eating out of my hands.Linc rounded the desk, coming toe to toe.
“You’re a virgin.” 





AUTHOR BIO:
C.C. Koen writes contemporary romance with a twist. An avid reader who enjoys mystery and suspense, her stories will never be what you expect. Determined to find adventure in her dreams and life, she enjoys skydiving, sailing and any activity that challenges her. Teacher by day, romance writer at night produce an active imagination that comes to life in her writing. Intensity is her debut novel.

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My Wife's Lil' Secret - Cover Reveal by Eve Rabi. She called me the miracle in her life, I called her my Li’l treasure.

  BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – My Wife’s Li’l Secret AUTHOR – Eve Rabi GENRE – Women’s Fiction PUBLICATION DATE – 18 November 2014 PUBLISHER – Eve Rabi COVER ARTIST – Eve Rabi
    BOOK SYNOPSISShe called me the miracle in her life, I called her my Li’l treasure.Sounds corny, I know, but I really believed I was the luckiest bastard on earth. I had the loving and supportive wife, a nurturing mother to our two precious girls, a thriving business and the future looked rosy. I was a contented man. But overnight everything changed. My wife withdrew from me, ignored our children, and made it clear she was no longer interested in playing the role of wife and mother.We had two children under five, they needed her. I needed her.When her dressing began to change and she disappeared for hours, I suspected I was not enough for her. Thinking she was having an affair, I placed my wife of five years under surveillance.What my surveillance revealed shook my world, broke my heart and exposed a web of lies and deceit.BUY & TBR LINKSAMAZON KINDLE US – AMAZON KINDLE UK
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Since my wife was out partying again, bedtime routine for our girls was left to me. Again. I tucked Ally and Becky into bed and began to read a story to them. “Once upon a time…” “Dadda?” Ally said placing her hand on the storybook and stopping me from continuing. I paused and looked at my daughter. “Yes, Alleycat?” “Dadda, what’s a hooka?” “Whaaaat?” I peered at my daughter wondering if I had heard correctly. “The teacher at preschool, she said, ‘Here comes the hooka,’ when she saw Mummy.” Slowly, I lowered the book and stared at my daughter. “It’s …it’s …” How do I explain what a hooker is to a four-year-old? I shouldn’t even be in a position where I had to. “The lady shouldn’t have said that, Ally,” I muttered. “But, Dadda …” Two-year-old Becky spun around and clamped her hand over Ally’s mouth. “Shhh! Let Daddy read the story, Ally!” Becky hated anyone interrupting a story, so to prevent her from getting mad with us, both Ally and I fell silent. I continued reading even though I was terribly distracted by Ally’s words. “Talk about it tomorrow, Ally,” I muttered when the opportunity arose. Ally nodded. After the kids fell asleep, I sat in my lounge in the dark and pondered Ally’s teacher’s comment. Liefie had great legs, a great figure and I had no problem with her wearing whatever she liked, but people were talking and clearly her dressing needed to be …addressed. Of course I expected Liefie to become angry when I confronted her about it, accuse me of controlling her and after the number of arguments we had had, I was reluctant to talk to her about it. But when I saw her the following evening, all dolled up and ready to party without her family again, hooker was the word, alright. Her red skirt was the size of a large belt, her white top strained across her breasts and ended above her belly button, her fake tan looked like she’d dipped herself in food coloring and that garish, face paint with that dominating electric-blue eye shadow…reminded me of Braveheart. She didn’t look pretty; she looked like an aging prostitute. Harsh words, I know, but they weren’t out of malice, they were simply an observation. (People were talking, remember?) Tarty make-up aside, to my absolute surprise, she sported two piercings above her left eyebrows. My jaw fell. When did that happen, I wondered? How could that happen? Why hadn’t she told me about it? Of course it was her body and she was free to do what she liked to it, but facial piercings weren’t something I liked. She knew that. She could have at least mentioned it to me before she pieced her face. We were husband and wife; it was reasonable to expect her to talk to me about something like that before she did it. “What’s with the piercing?” I asked, both mesmerized and irritated by them. She shrugged, flashed me a deal-with-it look and turned away. With a weary sigh, I walked around to face her. “We need to talk.” A guarded look flashed in her eyes before they hardened. “Liefie, you need to dress more like a mother,” I said in a quiet voice. “You have two children and …” “What?! You want to tell me how to dress now? You want to CONTROL ME?” Just as I had expected. “Hey, keep you voice down, will you? I’m talking to you, that’s all.” “There is nothing wrong with my dressing, okay?! Nothing!” “Yes, there is, Liefie. Your skirts are too short, your tops are way too tight and the people at Ally’s school are talking about it. You need to …” “Ally’s school?” Her heavily-lined eyes slanted. “Yes!” Her painted, pillar-box-red mouth twisted into a sneer. “You’re lying.” “I’m not. I swear!” She cocked her head and looked at me. “Who told you that?” “Ally told me. She said one of the mothers or teachers, I can’t remember, after seeing you, used the word hooker.” Her body stiffened. “Ally said ….THAT?!?” “Yea…” “That bitch! Where is she?!” She turned and strode off in search of Ally. Even though she was in heels, she almost ran. “Liefie stop!” I cried running after her, shocked she would call her little daughter a bitch. “Leave her alone!” She found Ally playing with Becky in the TV room. “Did you call me a hooker?” she demanded, putting her flaming face in Ally’s. “Liefie stop this shit!” I warned. Ally’s eyes flitted between Liefie’s and mine, a terrified look on her face. “Lief…ie! ” I hissed. “Stop this …” Liefie suddenly backhanded Ally across the face, sending her crashing into a doll’s house. Ally lay on the floor so stunned, she didn’t even cry. The only thing that showed her distress was puddle appearing around her waist. For a moment, I too was stunned. Liefie had never ever hit our kids before. Then fury overtook me – I grabbed my wife by the hair and slammed her against the wall. Putting my face in hers, I snarled, “You ever touch my child like that and I will fuck the shit out of you, understand? UNDERSTAND?” Her attempt to look defiant failed and I saw fear flicker in her eyes. I had never hit Liefie before, never even called her names, so this wasn’t something she was used to. “Don’t ever lay a finger on any of my daughters. Understand?” I pushed my face further into hers, resisting the urge to head-butt her. “Daddy, stop! Daddy!” Ally cried, while Becky started to whimper. I looked over at my two children clinging to each other, terror on their little faces. What am I doing?! Quickly, I released Liefie and took a giant step back. I walked over to Ally and Becky, scooped up both of them and hugged them to me. “It’s okay, it’s okay!” They looked at their mother who stood holding her head with both hands, but did not try to go to her. After a few moments, Liefie ran out of the room, shouting, “Your father is an abusive man! He just abused me in front of our children. That’s the kind of man I married!” I looked at Ally. “Sorry, hon.” “Why did you tell her, Daddy?” Ally whispered, holding her tear-stained cheek. “I’m sorry, Al, I was trying to get her to do the right thing. I’m sorry.” “You knew she’d hit me, Daddy. You shouldn’t have told her.” I peered at Ally. “What are you talking about? She doesn’t hit you, Ally. Usually. Right?” No answer. “ALLY?!” “I need to change my pants,” Ally muttered, ignoring my questions. My head jerked to look at little Becky. Becky’s head bobbed, her eyes opening wide. You can’t be serious?! My eyes shifted back to Ally. “This is the first time she hit you, right? Or does she hit you? Tell me, Ally.” I shook her. “Tell me!” Becky’s head continued to bob. “All the time, Daddy,” Ally finally muttered. “Yesterday she hit me because I took too long to get Uncle Viggo’s beer. From the fridge.” “WHAAAT?” She had my four-year-old daughter fetching alcohol for her brother? Ally nodded. “Mummy hit Ally here,” Becky said, slapping the top of her head. I was mortified at what I was hearing. If Liefie could hit my daughter that way in front of me, backhand her, what would she be doing behind my back? Aghast, I looked at my firstborn who I idolized. “Ally, honey, why didn’t you tell me this?” “You weren’t here, Dadda. And Mummy said if I carry tales she’ll make me sorry.” Fat tears coursed down little Ally cheeks. I drew my girls closer, feeling absolutely gutted to know they were being silently abused by their own mother. “I’m sorry,” I said. “Daddy will make it stop. I’m so sorry. This is not going to happen again. I promise.”

AUTHOR BIOEve Rabi lives in Sydney Australia, but was born in South Africa. She is the author of 25 books and is known for her kick-ass leading ladies, her alpha males and her ability to make you cry and make you laugh as you fall in love. She loves music and cannot live without it. She also enjoys dancing, (was a Latin dance instructor years ago) and keeps her kids in line by threatening to bust a Zumba move in front of their school assembly.
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Leila Whitmore can't believe it's been a year since she married billionaire playboy Jacob Whitmore. A year since she took on America's sweetheart (and personal nightmare), actress Rachel Laraby; a year since she rebuffed celebrity crush Cade Wallace; a year since she and Jacob overcame every obstacle put in the path to their happily ever after.
She's happier than she ever thought possible--until Jacob starts pulling away. Is the honeymoon over, or is he keeping secrets?
The Billionaire's Wife is a serial novel, containing four parts. It is the sequel to the best-selling His Submissive series.

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He slowly lifted the lid. I could almost feel his fingertips digging into me, his lips racing toward my wetness, the bite of his teeth as he—
"Oh my," I whispered, taking in the neatly folded black strips inside. There were four of them, and one smaller bundle. They looked so soft, so delicate in his powerful hands. He unfurled the smallest bundle in a single movement. For a brief moment, heat rushed my cheeks and I thought it was one of the g-strings he loved on me, even though I was still a little self conscious about my curves. It wasn't a g-string, but the warmth sizzled a red path across my face nonetheless.

It was a blindfold.





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Release Launch: ONLY LOVE by Victoria H. Smith and Raven St. Pierre. Only love will help us. Only love will save us.

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~ Aubrey ~He’s not what I expected. He’s just… so much more than I imagined he’d be. Cops around here aren’t exactly honorable, and yet, I found myself trusting the one in my own backyard, quite literally the floor above me. Still, my instincts have been wrong before. My heart tells me to let him in completely, to love him completely.But I learned to stop following my heart a long time ago.
~ Adam ~She’s locked up tight and won’t let go. A single mother, she’s bound by the struggles she hides from the world around her. These trials do nothing but burden her, test her in the worst possible way.But I have struggles of my own, secrets, and with their depth, they don’t just test me. They consume me and have the capability of breaking me completely, of breaking us completely. ~ Aubrey & Adam ~Only love will help us. Only love will save us.
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  BOOK INFORMATIONTITLE – Saving Charlie SERIES – Stories of Serendipity AUTHOR – Anne Conley GENRE – Contemporary Romance PUBLICATION DATE – Nov. 15, 2014 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 75K PUBLISHER – Anne Conley COVER ARTIST – Vanessa Booke
    BOOK SYNOPSIS100,000 children are sexually trafficked every year in the US. In the 1990s, Charlie was one of those children. She’s spent her adult life getting past that, trying to become a successful business owner in Serendipity, TX. Relationships are not goals for her. In fact, she’s not even sure she has what it takes to be a part of one.Les is a fool for love. All he’s ever wanted was a girl. Now that every last one of his friends are married, and in happy relationships with families, he can’t stop thinking about the sexy lady who sells house parts, even if everything about her screams at him to stay away. He just can’t.When they are thrown together on a cross-country road trip, Charlie’s past comes back to her full-force, long-buried memories inundating her. Les seems to be the only thing grounding her to the present, when everything else seems to be trying to tear her apart.While it has a HEA, the road getting there is long, rough, and dark. Enjoy the ride.
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They were passing a sign for White Sands when Les tugged gently on a piece of her hair. “Let’s stop here for a little bit and stretch.” She agreed and when they pulled into the national monument, Charlie was overwhelmed. “Wow…It looks like a beach with no water.” Les climbed out of the truck and walked into a pristine patch of sand, unmarred by footsteps. She laughed as he proceeded to mess up the unadulterated landscape by doing cartwheels and whooping. She watched his transformation with blatant amusement and a little bit of jealousy. He was so carefree in almost everything he did. It was breathtaking to watch this grown man play in the desert like a child. “Hey, Charlie! Come here!” He called her over to where he was making a snow angel in the sand, flapping his arms and legs wildly. She couldn’t help herself. She stood next to him and fell back with a thud, making her own angel in the sand. She was close enough that her hand brushed Les’s when she flapped, and he grabbed it and clasped. She turned her head to look at him and saw his face breaking into a smile that matched her own. They gallivanted around, Les piggy-backing her around the park, having sand fights, and stealing kisses. Charlie couldn’t stop the giddy feeling erupting from her. Her entire adult life, she’d tried to stay away from being a part of something like this, and now that she’d finally let herself do it, she felt like a teenager. She wanted to touch Les all the time, walking hand in hand, or better yet, with her arm around his torso. She stole looks at him, and the best were the kisses he pretended to steal from her when she wasn’t expecting them. She was a part of something special with Les, a half of a whole, and the possibilities she allowed herself to ponder filled her with an unfamiliar longing. They snapped photos of each other clowning around, and themselves together. Charlie couldn’t remember when she’d had more fun, just laughing at herself and someone else. Les deposited her on a hill, with her back to him and told her not to look until he said so. She closed her eyes and nodded, then with a mysterious grunt, he was gone. She waited, a small smile on her face, wondering what he was up to. When he finally called to her from some distance, she looked. Les was at the bottom of a hill in an enormous heart he’d made by shuffling his feet in the sand. Inside the heart were the initials, C + L. It was an impossibly juvenile endeavor, and it brought a tear to Charlie’s eyes. She pulled out her phone and snapped a picture. Back at the truck, she watched, amused, as Les tried to shake all of the sand out of his clothes before climbing into her truck. He stripped off his shirt, socks and shoes before shaking everything out. She ignored the flutter in her belly at the sight of his shirtless chest, and instead poked fun at him slapping at his jeans. “Are you always so anal about dirt in vehicles?” He looked at her, his eyebrows waggling, an impish smirk on his face. “Why, Sweetness, did you just suggest Anal?” She blushed furiously, “No.” Getting into the truck, she was suddenly worried. Did he do that sort of stuff? He seemed so sweet, like a missionary type guy, maybe doggy-style, but anal? Was he into the hard-core stuff? Would he want to tie her up? Charlie didn’t do bondage, in any form. Back on the road, the silence was uncomfortable for Charlie as she tried to wrap her mind around the alarming thoughts racing through her head. Finally, she decided to just put it out there. “Are you into stuff like that? Anal?” He snapped his head around, shock evident on his face. “It was a joke, Charlie. I didn’t mean anything by it.” His fingers reached over for a tendril of her hair, and she rested her cheek on his hand. “I was just checking. I don’t...” she took a deep breath. “I don’t like sex like that.” His hand drifted down to her leg. “I just like sex, Charlie. And I have an idea if it’s with you, it’ll be amazing, no matter what kind it is.” He squeezed where his hand was on her thigh. “I don’t need all that other stuff, blindfolds and toys and stuff. I just like your basic sex.” Just the image in her mind of the two of them together had a warm pool of moisture coating the inside of Charlie’s panties. “So, you’re a missionary man?” He chuckled and adjusted his crotch while an adorable blush crept up his neck. Charlie liked that the conversation was getting to him, too. “Missionary, cowgirl, doggy-style, I like it all, but I like using the correct holes, and have never felt the need for aids in the bedroom.” Charlie heard the exhale of relief from her mouth, as well as Les’s soft chuckle, but she couldn’t concentrate on the relief she felt, she was too busy tamping down the images of Les making love to her in ways she didn’t really want to think about right now. Oh hell, who was she kidding? She totally wanted to think about them.

  AUTHOR BIOAnne has written her entire life and has the boxes of angst-filled journals and poetry to prove it. She's been writing for public consumption for the last four years. Currently she is writing two romance series. In Stories of Serendipity, she explores real people living real lives in small town Texas in a contemporary romance setting. In The Four Winds, she chronicles God's four closest archangels, Uriel, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, falling in love and becoming human. She lives in rural East Texas with her husband and children in her own private oasis, where she prides herself in her complete lack of social skills, choosing instead to live with the people inside her head.   AUTHOR FOLLOW LINKSAMAZON AUTHOR PAGE – WEBSITE / BLOG – FACEBOOK – FB for FRIENDING – TWITTER – GOOGLE+ - PINTEREST   GIVEAWAY PRIZESEbook of Saving Charlie Autographed postcards $5 amazon giftcard a Rafflecopter giveaway

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