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July 29, 2014
#WrittenFireside #FREESTORY, the finale...
Welcome to the final instalment of the #freestory from the HarperImpulse Fire Writers, entitled Missing You.
If you've not read the other parts yet then catch up, starting with Part 1!
They discovered from Max’s calendar that he’d been meeting with a Lucy Newman who lived in a run-down cottage a mile away from Max. The windows were boarded up and the deck was derelict. Carefully, they made their way up the steps and knocked the door. The rickety wood swung open, greeting them with darkness. Until the barrel of a gun was stuck in her face.Sam pulled her behind him slowly. Her heart skipped a beat.‘What do you want?’ A woman’s voice demanded.Sam raised his hands. ‘Just to talk. Her brother's gone missing and we discovered he’d been meeting with a woman called Lucy Newman at this address.’The woman stepped onto the deck, never lowering the gun. ‘Max,’ she said, while her gaze darted around the forest.‘He’s missing. We found a note and a flash drive out at the old abandoned mansion and thought it might have something to do with you.’The woman took a deep breath and lowered the gun. ‘I’m Lucy. I’ve been walking George for your brother.’Kalie eyed the gun questioningly. ‘Max is a good man. You should give them what they want and they’ll let him go.’‘Who're they?’ Sam asked.‘The less you know the better. Just give them the drive if you want Max to live!’ Lucy slammed the door in their faces.‘I can’t believe her!’ Kaylie said as they walked away.Sam pulled her to a stop and tilted her chin. ‘I need to do what Lucy says. I can’t risk you being at the handover.'She was shaking her head before he finished but he took her face between his palms.‘Kaylie, you mean the world to me. I can’t have you in danger.’His breath warmed her skin and his words melted her heart. Tears streamed from her eyes. ‘How can you say that after—’‘Don’t. Cindy kissed me. I was surprised but when I realised what she was doing I shoved her away. It’s always been you. I’d do anything for you, even die for you.’Even die for you.The words sent shivers up her spine.Before she could respond, her phone rang.***Kaylie shrieked. The sound echoed through Max’s empty house. The only other sound was George whining from his bed at the bottom of the stairs. Sam had answered the call, taken the flash drive and told her to get back here straight away or he’d tie her to a tree. Even though it had almost killed her to watch him go, she had enough sense to think logically. If he didn’t make it back, she could call the police and tell them everything. If they both went, they could both be shot. But then her emotions hadn’t caught up with her logic. She realised that if Sam or Max didn’t come back, her life wouldn’t be worth living.She loved them both. She needed them both.George started to bark, then a familiar voice said, ‘Chill, George. It’s just me.’Max!The front door opened and Max came in with Sam behind him. She bolted over to her brother and hugged him, mouthing ‘thank you’ to Sam over his shoulder.George was up on his back legs too, while Max patted his head.‘Easy there, Kaylie. They did a number on me,’ Max said.She pulled away and waited. Max just rubbed his temples and sighed. ‘It wasn’t me they wanted. Anyway, they seem happy enough that they have the drive.’‘What do you need?’ she asked.‘A hot shower, a meal and a long sleep. Maybe while I’m doing part one you could sort out the food,’ Max suggested.She nodded, then watched as he disappeared up the stairs with George right behind him. ‘I better go,’ Sam said.‘Stay,’ she pleaded.‘I don’t think there’s anything to stay for, is there?’ he asked, lowering his eyes to the floor.‘How about this?’ Taking a deep breath, she built up the courage to cross the room, slowly link her arms behind his head, then pull him down for a kiss full of all the love and pain and worry and thanks she had in her.When they broke apart, Sam’s smile made her heart flutter.
‘Then I’ll stay, for as long as you want me.'
If you've not read the other parts yet then catch up, starting with Part 1!
They discovered from Max’s calendar that he’d been meeting with a Lucy Newman who lived in a run-down cottage a mile away from Max. The windows were boarded up and the deck was derelict. Carefully, they made their way up the steps and knocked the door. The rickety wood swung open, greeting them with darkness. Until the barrel of a gun was stuck in her face.Sam pulled her behind him slowly. Her heart skipped a beat.‘What do you want?’ A woman’s voice demanded.Sam raised his hands. ‘Just to talk. Her brother's gone missing and we discovered he’d been meeting with a woman called Lucy Newman at this address.’The woman stepped onto the deck, never lowering the gun. ‘Max,’ she said, while her gaze darted around the forest.‘He’s missing. We found a note and a flash drive out at the old abandoned mansion and thought it might have something to do with you.’The woman took a deep breath and lowered the gun. ‘I’m Lucy. I’ve been walking George for your brother.’Kalie eyed the gun questioningly. ‘Max is a good man. You should give them what they want and they’ll let him go.’‘Who're they?’ Sam asked.‘The less you know the better. Just give them the drive if you want Max to live!’ Lucy slammed the door in their faces.‘I can’t believe her!’ Kaylie said as they walked away.Sam pulled her to a stop and tilted her chin. ‘I need to do what Lucy says. I can’t risk you being at the handover.'She was shaking her head before he finished but he took her face between his palms.‘Kaylie, you mean the world to me. I can’t have you in danger.’His breath warmed her skin and his words melted her heart. Tears streamed from her eyes. ‘How can you say that after—’‘Don’t. Cindy kissed me. I was surprised but when I realised what she was doing I shoved her away. It’s always been you. I’d do anything for you, even die for you.’Even die for you.The words sent shivers up her spine.Before she could respond, her phone rang.***Kaylie shrieked. The sound echoed through Max’s empty house. The only other sound was George whining from his bed at the bottom of the stairs. Sam had answered the call, taken the flash drive and told her to get back here straight away or he’d tie her to a tree. Even though it had almost killed her to watch him go, she had enough sense to think logically. If he didn’t make it back, she could call the police and tell them everything. If they both went, they could both be shot. But then her emotions hadn’t caught up with her logic. She realised that if Sam or Max didn’t come back, her life wouldn’t be worth living.She loved them both. She needed them both.George started to bark, then a familiar voice said, ‘Chill, George. It’s just me.’Max!The front door opened and Max came in with Sam behind him. She bolted over to her brother and hugged him, mouthing ‘thank you’ to Sam over his shoulder.George was up on his back legs too, while Max patted his head.‘Easy there, Kaylie. They did a number on me,’ Max said.She pulled away and waited. Max just rubbed his temples and sighed. ‘It wasn’t me they wanted. Anyway, they seem happy enough that they have the drive.’‘What do you need?’ she asked.‘A hot shower, a meal and a long sleep. Maybe while I’m doing part one you could sort out the food,’ Max suggested.She nodded, then watched as he disappeared up the stairs with George right behind him. ‘I better go,’ Sam said.‘Stay,’ she pleaded.‘I don’t think there’s anything to stay for, is there?’ he asked, lowering his eyes to the floor.‘How about this?’ Taking a deep breath, she built up the courage to cross the room, slowly link her arms behind his head, then pull him down for a kiss full of all the love and pain and worry and thanks she had in her.When they broke apart, Sam’s smile made her heart flutter.
‘Then I’ll stay, for as long as you want me.'
July 10, 2014
11 Books for 1/3rd of 1!
WTRAFSOG Gemstone Collection Part 3
11 authors, 11 stories, one low price of 99 cents!
Gemstones are a girls' best friend ... and if you can't afford the real thing, try the WTRAFSOG Ruby Collection Boxed Set on for size! Whether you love billionaires or bikers, bad boys or boys next door, The Ruby Collection will satisfy your craving.
Buy Links: Kindle US / Kindle UK / Nook / Kobo / Smashwords / Itunes
Combine one sexy tattooed bad boy with one headstrong girl for a heart tugging read in LOVE ME FOR ME by New York Times and USAT Bestselling AuthorLauren Hawkeye.
Wealthy real estate tycoon Jack Gordon has it all ... fast cars, faster women, and cold hard cash. But when he steps through a door one hot summer afternoon, he has no idea that his life is about to change forever ... HOUSE RULES by Liz Crowe.
One sexy as sin movie star. One woman putting her life back together. One hedonistic vacation. Beverly Preston's NO MORE WASTED TIME is a sensual story you don't want to miss!
What happens when secrets and broken hearts collide? Find out in MOVING FORWARD by Erika Ashby.
Who doesn't love a tattooed rock star? Join indie band The Stabs in the sexy story THE DEVIL'S TATTOO by Nicole R. Taylor!
Join good girl Nicole, bad boy Jase, and the Sons of Mayhem for a full throttle ride in SONS OF MAYHEM by Nikki Pink, a romantic suspense biker romance.
A secret office affair. A best friend who wants more. Julianne had no idea that she was going to have to make these kinds of decisions ... HOW HE REALLY FEELS by Lisa Suzanne.
The lines between fantasy and reality blur in INOPERATIVE by Charity Parkerson.
Pregnant Julie Miller returns to her hometown only to come face to face with a sexy, mysterious stranger in FINDING HOME by Lacey Wolfe.
FSOG with a twist ... in SKYLER TOWER by Khelsey Jackson, Evangeline is the CEO ... what happens when she meets sexy reporter Angelo Giovanni? A sexy romantic suspense.
And saving the best for last ... join WTRAFSOG founder Summer Daniels on her journey of sexual self-discovery, a well written, intelligent and sexy series about the beginning of her sensual, sulrty love affair with life, and all the joys of being a woman ... SUMMER'S JOURNEY VOLUMES 1-4.
(love story, contemporary romance, new adult romance, alpha heroes, bikers, rock stars, movie stars, beach reads, sexy romance, bad boys, falling in love, billionaire, interracial, BDSM, romantic suspense)
11 authors, 11 stories, one low price of 99 cents!
Gemstones are a girls' best friend ... and if you can't afford the real thing, try the WTRAFSOG Ruby Collection Boxed Set on for size! Whether you love billionaires or bikers, bad boys or boys next door, The Ruby Collection will satisfy your craving.
Buy Links: Kindle US / Kindle UK / Nook / Kobo / Smashwords / Itunes
Combine one sexy tattooed bad boy with one headstrong girl for a heart tugging read in LOVE ME FOR ME by New York Times and USAT Bestselling AuthorLauren Hawkeye.
Wealthy real estate tycoon Jack Gordon has it all ... fast cars, faster women, and cold hard cash. But when he steps through a door one hot summer afternoon, he has no idea that his life is about to change forever ... HOUSE RULES by Liz Crowe.
One sexy as sin movie star. One woman putting her life back together. One hedonistic vacation. Beverly Preston's NO MORE WASTED TIME is a sensual story you don't want to miss!
What happens when secrets and broken hearts collide? Find out in MOVING FORWARD by Erika Ashby.
Who doesn't love a tattooed rock star? Join indie band The Stabs in the sexy story THE DEVIL'S TATTOO by Nicole R. Taylor!
Join good girl Nicole, bad boy Jase, and the Sons of Mayhem for a full throttle ride in SONS OF MAYHEM by Nikki Pink, a romantic suspense biker romance.
A secret office affair. A best friend who wants more. Julianne had no idea that she was going to have to make these kinds of decisions ... HOW HE REALLY FEELS by Lisa Suzanne.
The lines between fantasy and reality blur in INOPERATIVE by Charity Parkerson.
Pregnant Julie Miller returns to her hometown only to come face to face with a sexy, mysterious stranger in FINDING HOME by Lacey Wolfe.
FSOG with a twist ... in SKYLER TOWER by Khelsey Jackson, Evangeline is the CEO ... what happens when she meets sexy reporter Angelo Giovanni? A sexy romantic suspense.
And saving the best for last ... join WTRAFSOG founder Summer Daniels on her journey of sexual self-discovery, a well written, intelligent and sexy series about the beginning of her sensual, sulrty love affair with life, and all the joys of being a woman ... SUMMER'S JOURNEY VOLUMES 1-4.
(love story, contemporary romance, new adult romance, alpha heroes, bikers, rock stars, movie stars, beach reads, sexy romance, bad boys, falling in love, billionaire, interracial, BDSM, romantic suspense)
June 12, 2014
The Keepers: Declan - Rae Rivers Launch Tour + Giveaway!
I'm very excited to be part of Rae Rivers launch of the second book in Rae Rivers' The Keeper's series. Can't wait to get stuck into this one. I suspect Declan may even be more swoon worthy than Archer!
The Keepers: Declan, the book fans have been eagerly awaiting, is finally here! We're celebrating the release of the second book in Rae Rivers' paranormal romance series today with a launch tour and giveaway. Find out all the details and be sure to get your entries in to win a copy of Archer, the first book of The Keepers.
What they say:
'“You lied to me, misled me, attacked me,” Declan murmured, dipping his head toward hers, “but what we had three months ago wasn’t fake, was it?”
Kate's gaze faltered to his lips, heat pulsing between them. But she didn’t deny it.
Declan Bennett has zero tolerance for thieves. He and his brothers, the Keepers, are fiercely protective of their witch, Sienna, and their privacy.
So when Kate Carrigan breaks into their estate, he'll be damned if he lets the little wildcat get away with it – especially after she seduced him three months ago, leaving him buck-naked in a New Orleans hotel. Declan wants payback – and some answers.
Before she was murdered, Kate's mother ingrained it in her not to trust anyone. Kate’s magical powers make her a pawn in the war between good and evil, a war she’s always avoided. Declan is everything she’s been taught to fear, even if she can’t forget the memory of his touch that one night…
Trouble is brewing as the powers of evil regroup - bolder and hungrier than ever - and Kate is forced to choose a side.
Hot romance, epic battles and action abound in Book 2 of The Keepers.'
Click Here To Buy The Book - UK
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Author Bio:
I’m an avid reader and writer with a passion for writing romance novels. I live in Cape Town, South Africa, with my gorgeous husband, two beautiful children and a zoo of house pets.
Besides writing, I love family time, the outdoors, travelling, watching TV series, reading and
chocolate. For more information about my books, or me, please visit www.raerivers.com. I can also be found here:
Wattpad | Facebook | Goodreads| Pinterest | Twitter |Newsletter Sign-up
If you haven't already had the pleasure of reading one of The Keepers' stories, you can find information on Archer, the first book, HERE and why not download the FREE prequel to the series, The Keepers: Sienna HERE.Otherwise, enter via the Rafflecopter below for the chance to win one of two copies of Archer*a Rafflecopter giveaway
Terms and Conditions
*Giveaway copies of The Keepers: Archer will be gifted to the winners via Amazon. Rae Rivers and Candle Lit Author Services reserve the right to amend or cancel the giveaway at any time without prior notice to entrants.
The Keepers: Declan, the book fans have been eagerly awaiting, is finally here! We're celebrating the release of the second book in Rae Rivers' paranormal romance series today with a launch tour and giveaway. Find out all the details and be sure to get your entries in to win a copy of Archer, the first book of The Keepers.
What they say:
'“You lied to me, misled me, attacked me,” Declan murmured, dipping his head toward hers, “but what we had three months ago wasn’t fake, was it?”
Kate's gaze faltered to his lips, heat pulsing between them. But she didn’t deny it.
Declan Bennett has zero tolerance for thieves. He and his brothers, the Keepers, are fiercely protective of their witch, Sienna, and their privacy.
So when Kate Carrigan breaks into their estate, he'll be damned if he lets the little wildcat get away with it – especially after she seduced him three months ago, leaving him buck-naked in a New Orleans hotel. Declan wants payback – and some answers.
Before she was murdered, Kate's mother ingrained it in her not to trust anyone. Kate’s magical powers make her a pawn in the war between good and evil, a war she’s always avoided. Declan is everything she’s been taught to fear, even if she can’t forget the memory of his touch that one night…
Trouble is brewing as the powers of evil regroup - bolder and hungrier than ever - and Kate is forced to choose a side.
Hot romance, epic battles and action abound in Book 2 of The Keepers.'
Click Here To Buy The Book - UK
Click Here To Buy The Book - US
Author Bio:I’m an avid reader and writer with a passion for writing romance novels. I live in Cape Town, South Africa, with my gorgeous husband, two beautiful children and a zoo of house pets.
Besides writing, I love family time, the outdoors, travelling, watching TV series, reading and
chocolate. For more information about my books, or me, please visit www.raerivers.com. I can also be found here:
Wattpad | Facebook | Goodreads| Pinterest | Twitter |Newsletter Sign-up
If you haven't already had the pleasure of reading one of The Keepers' stories, you can find information on Archer, the first book, HERE and why not download the FREE prequel to the series, The Keepers: Sienna HERE.Otherwise, enter via the Rafflecopter below for the chance to win one of two copies of Archer*a Rafflecopter giveaway
Terms and Conditions
*Giveaway copies of The Keepers: Archer will be gifted to the winners via Amazon. Rae Rivers and Candle Lit Author Services reserve the right to amend or cancel the giveaway at any time without prior notice to entrants.
May 15, 2014
Calling all Brides to be!
Samantha Birch has put together a bible for new brides on a budget. The High Street Bride’s Guide is out now on all major retailers!
Brides-to-be, this one’s for you!You can say your vows in a catwalk gown so beautiful it reduces your mum to tears (and not because she paid for it).You can style a reception so stunning your guests won’t believe you didn’t hire an A-list planner.And you can sprinkle the day with personal touches that make everyone feel like you gave them special attention before they even got there. Without spending a house deposit on it. Honest.Samantha Birch has written for GLAMOUR, Brides, You & Your Wedding and Cosmopolitan Bride. She knows a thing or two about planning a wedding on a budget, how much you can expect to pay for everything and where to go to get it for less. And she’s put it all down here.
Buy link (all countries): http://smarturl.it/highstbride
Author Bio
So far I’m the author of one book: The High-Street Bride’s Guide. I’ve written about dresses, bridesmaids and cake toppers for Brides and You & Your Wedding, and regularly contribute to the likes of GLAMOUR and Love Baking – often while eating cake in my pyjamas. I live with my husband in a chaotically untidy flat in Letchworth, which I pretend is an artfully unkempt writer’s loft in St. Albans.
Twitter (me): @SamBirchWriter
Twitter (wedding tips): @HighStreetBride
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-High-Street-Brides-Guide/503367949687522
Brides-to-be, this one’s for you!You can say your vows in a catwalk gown so beautiful it reduces your mum to tears (and not because she paid for it).You can style a reception so stunning your guests won’t believe you didn’t hire an A-list planner.And you can sprinkle the day with personal touches that make everyone feel like you gave them special attention before they even got there. Without spending a house deposit on it. Honest.Samantha Birch has written for GLAMOUR, Brides, You & Your Wedding and Cosmopolitan Bride. She knows a thing or two about planning a wedding on a budget, how much you can expect to pay for everything and where to go to get it for less. And she’s put it all down here.
Buy link (all countries): http://smarturl.it/highstbride
Author Bio
So far I’m the author of one book: The High-Street Bride’s Guide. I’ve written about dresses, bridesmaids and cake toppers for Brides and You & Your Wedding, and regularly contribute to the likes of GLAMOUR and Love Baking – often while eating cake in my pyjamas. I live with my husband in a chaotically untidy flat in Letchworth, which I pretend is an artfully unkempt writer’s loft in St. Albans.Twitter (me): @SamBirchWriter
Twitter (wedding tips): @HighStreetBride
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/The-High-Street-Brides-Guide/503367949687522
May 13, 2014
Sinfully Summer on Tour!
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Join us for Aimee Duffy's Sinfully Summer blog tour, as we celebrate the book's paperback release. Click on each host to visit their blog and tour stop.
Tour giveaway:
Personalised and signed copy of Sinfully Summer
Stop 1 - 15th May 2014
BestChickLit - Kick-off Post
Daily Opinion - Review
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Stop 2 - 16th May 2014
Cosmochicklitan - Review
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Stop 3 - 17th May 2014
Jera's Jamboree - Guest Post
The Sunflower Pages - Review
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Stop 4 - 19th May 2014
This Chick Reads - Review
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Stop 5 - 20th May 2014
CometBabeBooks - Review
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Stop 6 - 21st May 2014
A Reading Nurse! - Review
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Stop 7 - 23rd May 2014
Tishylou's World - Guest Post
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Stop 8 - 26th May 2014
Sky's Book Corner - Review
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Stop 9 - 28th May 2014
Fromfirstpagetolast - Guest Post
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Stop 10 - 29th May 2014
A Spoonful of Happy Endings - Review
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Stop 11 - 30th May 2014
After The Final Chapters - Guest Post
Elder Park Books - Review
April 10, 2014
Cover Reveal & Giveaway!
What happens when an online date is not what it seems?After Ali's heart is broken, she decides to try Anonymous, a new dating website where you can retain complete anonymity while you search for your soul mate. When she discovers Joe, she thinks she may have at least found a new friend and decides to put her past behind her and move on.
Several death threats and an attempt on her life force her back into contact with her soon-to-be ex, Mark, who is the lead detective on the case. The tension builds between them while Ali struggles to get over Mark, and Mark races to find the maniac who's trying to kill her.
When Ali meets up with her online flame, she finds he's anything but the friend she imagined…
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Bio:
Dani-Lyn Alexander lives on Long Island with her husband, three kids and three dogs. She loves spending time with her family, at the beach, the playground, or just about anywhere. In her spare time, which is rare, she enjoys reading and shopping—especially in book stores. Some of her favorite things include; Bernese Mountain Dogs, musicals, bubble baths and soft blankets. She’s an incurable insomniac and has an addiction to chocolate.
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Dani-Lyn is giving away one $25 Amazon gift card and 2 $10 gift cards!
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Down and Dirty Giveaway!
Down and DirtySEAL EXtreme Team Short StoryBy: Kimberley Troutte
Final request…
SEAL Lieutenant Commander Nick Talley keeps promises, but taking care of a teammate’s sister is a vow he should’ve made. How can a man tortured by the past, help a woman fight her tough future?
Broken dreams…
Ironman qualifier, Jill Connors, is counting the days until her brother brings handsome Nick home with him. But a buried IED takes her brother’s life and a drunk driver steals her competition hopes. Will Nick want a woman with only one foot?
Love has a way of healing the wounded…one muddy step at a time.
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Author InfoKimberley Troutte is a Southern California girl, born and raised. She lives with her amazing hubby, two awesome sons, one old dog, a wild cat, four very large snakes and various other creatures the man/kids/dog inevitably drag in.
Kimberley has been an accountant, substitute teacher, caterer, financial analyst for a major defense contractor, real-estate broker, aerobics instructor and a freelance writer. With a B.A in Business Economics and a M.S. in Systems Management, she was destined to write romance.
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Excerpt
Steps. Shit, there had to be a dozen of them leading up to the hospital entrance. Coming straight from the funeral, Lieutenant Commander Nick Talley was still in his naval dress uniform. He’d be damned if anyone caught him using the wheelchair access. As he hoisted himself up the steps, one grunt at a time, a SEAL motto ran through his brain—The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday.Today was proving to be a helluva hard day.Wiping the sweat off his lip, he took a deep breath and flinched. His ribs were just bruised, but hell, he’d broken bones that hadn't hurt this badly. Plus, he ached in places no one could see. At the top of the steps, he steeled himself for what he'd find inside. The glass doors opened, and the pungent odor of disinfectant hit his nose. He hated hospitals almost as much as gravesites. Did fate have to keep punching him in the balls?At the Information Desk, a little old lady who resembled his Granny Mo—blue hair and all—was head down in her crossword puzzle. The tag stuck off-kilter to her yellow sweater read: “Hi! I’m Lucille. Can I help you?”“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m looking for a woman they brought in this morning. Car accident.”“Heavens!” She smiled up at him, pressing her gnarled fingers to her chest. “Seeing a handsome man in his blues does my heart good. Real good. My husband was a Navy man too, God rest his soul. Now, what was the patient’s name?”“Jill Connor.”“Let’s see.” Squinting at the computer, she dragged her arthritic fingers slowly down the list of hospital patients. “Yes. Here she is. Oh.” Her lower lip trembled. “Dear.”A fist strangled his vocal cords. “She didn’t survive the accident?”“Now, don’t think the worst. She’s had surgery, which means her visitors are restricted.” The woman rose and came around the desk. Taking his arm, she said quietly, “You might not be able to see her today unless you are an immediate family member. Are you family, Lieutenant Commander?”Nick didn’t answer. He knew better than to lie to his elders.“I thought not. But she is important to you?”Jill Connor was a dying man’s last wish and a promise Nick shouldn't have made. “She’s the only thing important to me right now. I have to see her.”Lucille nodded and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “All right then.” She wrote on a visitor’s card and handed it to him. “Take this to the nurse at the station on the third floor. She’s a bit of a stickler about visitors, but this note should get you in. Good luck, Lieutenant Commander. I hope your lady friend gets better fast.”Once inside the elevator, he glanced at the visitor’s card. Lucille had scrawled, “Brother of patient.”Nick’s heart pounded. His hand shook. The ringing in his ears started up, and his vision began to tunnel. Shit, it was happening again. The card filled with blood and splattered the linoleum tiles beneath his feet. “Son of a bitch!”He dropped the card and ground it under his heel. Blood soaked up his pant leg as if it were a thick straw. No matter how hard he stomped, he couldn't stop the flow. He was panting when the elevator opened on the third floor.A man got on. “Good afternoon.”Nick nodded, picked up the card, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his pants. No blood in sight. Visions attacked him when he least expected them, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about them.The nurse glanced at the “brother” card and buzzed him in without question. People saw what they wanted to see, and a decorated hero usually went where he wanted to go. Nick scrubbed his hands thoroughly at the washing station and was grateful that no blood circled the drain. He followed the nurse down a long corridor that reeked of cleaning supplies, and to him, death.“This is her room,” the nurse said.He hung back while the nurse messed around with the IVs going into tanned, muscular arms. A swimmer’s arms. How many times had he fantasized about them wrapped around his back?Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the frail woman in the bed. Shadows pooled under her closed dark lashes. Brown freckles sprinkled across her nose stood out as a sharp contrast to her impossibly fair cheeks. She had random bruises too, most likely collateral damage from the airbag. The dark hair he’d only seen pulled up in a ponytail fanned out across the stark white pillow. Damn, she was beautiful, even now. But so small.The picture he carried in his wallet had captured a stop-your-heart gorgeous athlete with tanned skin, a wicked glint in her green eyes, and a first place medal around her neck. The times they’d spoken by Skype, she’d seemed larger than life. This person in the bed clung to life.“Your brother is here,” the nurse said softly. “Can you open your eyes?”Jill stirred in her sleep.The nurse turned to him. “She’s tired. If she does wake, don’t be surprised if she’s a bit fuzzy-headed. That’s normal. She’s been through a terrible trauma and might not know about the foot yet.”Nick’s gaze swept across the off-white cotton blanket. Near the bottom of the bed, where the pillows had been piled up, he saw something he’d never wanted to see. Holy hell! Jill’s right foot was gone.“Don’t stay long,” the nurse admonished on her way out. “If she’s thirsty, you can give her a few ice chips.”
Nick was alone with a woman he’d never met in person.
Final request…
SEAL Lieutenant Commander Nick Talley keeps promises, but taking care of a teammate’s sister is a vow he should’ve made. How can a man tortured by the past, help a woman fight her tough future?
Broken dreams…
Ironman qualifier, Jill Connors, is counting the days until her brother brings handsome Nick home with him. But a buried IED takes her brother’s life and a drunk driver steals her competition hopes. Will Nick want a woman with only one foot?
Love has a way of healing the wounded…one muddy step at a time.
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Author InfoKimberley Troutte is a Southern California girl, born and raised. She lives with her amazing hubby, two awesome sons, one old dog, a wild cat, four very large snakes and various other creatures the man/kids/dog inevitably drag in.
Kimberley has been an accountant, substitute teacher, caterer, financial analyst for a major defense contractor, real-estate broker, aerobics instructor and a freelance writer. With a B.A in Business Economics and a M.S. in Systems Management, she was destined to write romance.
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Steps. Shit, there had to be a dozen of them leading up to the hospital entrance. Coming straight from the funeral, Lieutenant Commander Nick Talley was still in his naval dress uniform. He’d be damned if anyone caught him using the wheelchair access. As he hoisted himself up the steps, one grunt at a time, a SEAL motto ran through his brain—The Only Easy Day Was Yesterday.Today was proving to be a helluva hard day.Wiping the sweat off his lip, he took a deep breath and flinched. His ribs were just bruised, but hell, he’d broken bones that hadn't hurt this badly. Plus, he ached in places no one could see. At the top of the steps, he steeled himself for what he'd find inside. The glass doors opened, and the pungent odor of disinfectant hit his nose. He hated hospitals almost as much as gravesites. Did fate have to keep punching him in the balls?At the Information Desk, a little old lady who resembled his Granny Mo—blue hair and all—was head down in her crossword puzzle. The tag stuck off-kilter to her yellow sweater read: “Hi! I’m Lucille. Can I help you?”“Excuse me, ma’am. I’m looking for a woman they brought in this morning. Car accident.”“Heavens!” She smiled up at him, pressing her gnarled fingers to her chest. “Seeing a handsome man in his blues does my heart good. Real good. My husband was a Navy man too, God rest his soul. Now, what was the patient’s name?”“Jill Connor.”“Let’s see.” Squinting at the computer, she dragged her arthritic fingers slowly down the list of hospital patients. “Yes. Here she is. Oh.” Her lower lip trembled. “Dear.”A fist strangled his vocal cords. “She didn’t survive the accident?”“Now, don’t think the worst. She’s had surgery, which means her visitors are restricted.” The woman rose and came around the desk. Taking his arm, she said quietly, “You might not be able to see her today unless you are an immediate family member. Are you family, Lieutenant Commander?”Nick didn’t answer. He knew better than to lie to his elders.“I thought not. But she is important to you?”Jill Connor was a dying man’s last wish and a promise Nick shouldn't have made. “She’s the only thing important to me right now. I have to see her.”Lucille nodded and gave his arm a gentle squeeze. “All right then.” She wrote on a visitor’s card and handed it to him. “Take this to the nurse at the station on the third floor. She’s a bit of a stickler about visitors, but this note should get you in. Good luck, Lieutenant Commander. I hope your lady friend gets better fast.”Once inside the elevator, he glanced at the visitor’s card. Lucille had scrawled, “Brother of patient.”Nick’s heart pounded. His hand shook. The ringing in his ears started up, and his vision began to tunnel. Shit, it was happening again. The card filled with blood and splattered the linoleum tiles beneath his feet. “Son of a bitch!”He dropped the card and ground it under his heel. Blood soaked up his pant leg as if it were a thick straw. No matter how hard he stomped, he couldn't stop the flow. He was panting when the elevator opened on the third floor.A man got on. “Good afternoon.”Nick nodded, picked up the card, and smoothed out the wrinkles on his pants. No blood in sight. Visions attacked him when he least expected them, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about them.The nurse glanced at the “brother” card and buzzed him in without question. People saw what they wanted to see, and a decorated hero usually went where he wanted to go. Nick scrubbed his hands thoroughly at the washing station and was grateful that no blood circled the drain. He followed the nurse down a long corridor that reeked of cleaning supplies, and to him, death.“This is her room,” the nurse said.He hung back while the nurse messed around with the IVs going into tanned, muscular arms. A swimmer’s arms. How many times had he fantasized about them wrapped around his back?Nick couldn’t take his eyes off the frail woman in the bed. Shadows pooled under her closed dark lashes. Brown freckles sprinkled across her nose stood out as a sharp contrast to her impossibly fair cheeks. She had random bruises too, most likely collateral damage from the airbag. The dark hair he’d only seen pulled up in a ponytail fanned out across the stark white pillow. Damn, she was beautiful, even now. But so small.The picture he carried in his wallet had captured a stop-your-heart gorgeous athlete with tanned skin, a wicked glint in her green eyes, and a first place medal around her neck. The times they’d spoken by Skype, she’d seemed larger than life. This person in the bed clung to life.“Your brother is here,” the nurse said softly. “Can you open your eyes?”Jill stirred in her sleep.The nurse turned to him. “She’s tired. If she does wake, don’t be surprised if she’s a bit fuzzy-headed. That’s normal. She’s been through a terrible trauma and might not know about the foot yet.”Nick’s gaze swept across the off-white cotton blanket. Near the bottom of the bed, where the pillows had been piled up, he saw something he’d never wanted to see. Holy hell! Jill’s right foot was gone.“Don’t stay long,” the nurse admonished on her way out. “If she’s thirsty, you can give her a few ice chips.”
Nick was alone with a woman he’d never met in person.
March 7, 2014
I have a new release!
Which I completely forgot to mention on my poor blog yesterday.
Here’s a little snippet, Georgia’s ultimate oh-shit-moment, plucked from the beginning of chapter one!
Dear Sally,
I read your column weekly but never thought I’d be writing this email. The truth is there’s something wrong with me. I can’t climax. I’ve never been able to, and my recent ex told me this was normal for some women. Not the women I know. Was he telling the truth? Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one.
Yours,
Anonymous
Georgia Lewis forced herself to leave it at that. It was one thing to think of herself as a freak, another to sign off using the label. Moving the mouse over the mat provided by Briggs Department Stores, she tried to click ‘send’, but her finger wouldn’t obey the command.
Frustrated, she let go of the mouse and raked a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. She couldn’t be the only woman in New York who’d never experienced what her friends kept banging on about, could she? Plus she’d created a false email address so none of Sally’s Sexual Help readers would know it was her who sent it in, so what did it matter?
She needed to pull on her big girl panties and send the damn thing. Maybe then she’d be able to concentrate on the end of year accounts on her desk. After all she was here to work, not worry about body parts that didn’t function correctly. Resolved, she reached for the mouse again. Her desk phone rang and she stifled a sigh. Abandoning the mouse, she picked up the phone.
‘Accounts Department,’ she answered, though she could hardly call it that, more ‘two women forgotten in closets at the back of the building.’
‘Georgia, I need the buying accounts for last month.’
His deep voice made her skin prickle, like it always did. She shook off the weird sensation. He was her new boss; until his father got better anyway, and she’d never let herself look at him any other way.
Okay, maybe she had on occasion, when she trailed behind him in the hall. Who wouldn’t check out an ass like his? It was high and firm and utterly squeezable.
‘Sure, Maxton. I’ll get them ready.’
‘Georgia…’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Max. Sorry.’
Hard to break a habit of a lifetime. His father, Maxton Briggs the first, never allowed his name to be shortened. But it was Maxton Briggs the second running the show now.
‘You’d better. I’d hate to have to punish you.’
He disconnected the call leaving her staring at the receiver. Heat rose in her cheeks and her heart hammered in her chest. He didn’t mean… No, he didn’t. He was joking. God she had to get a grip. Sexual frustration was driving her to think her boss was flirting with her. And sure, Max was less formal than his father, and she supposed a good guy to work for, but since his break-up, which was unfortunately witnessed by half the staff at Briggs, he wasn’t his usual happy-go-lucky self. Not to mention a little bit weird. Though she couldn’t blame him for that.
She rose so quickly she left her swivel chair spinning. Pulling open the cabinet drawer, she shuffled the slings until she came across the empty one which should have housed the file he wanted.
‘Damn it.’
The sooner she gave Max the file and sent him on his merry way, the better. Usually she struggled to keep her thoughts from rolling off her tongue around everyday people, with him around it was impossible. And the boss didn’t need to know what she thought of his ass, or how hot he looked in one of those charcoal suits with the silk ties. Or even about those dreams she’d had starring Maxton the second, and very little in the way of clothes. Well, apart from his ties. The silk ones, though he never wore them as such. Either they were around her wrists securing her to her bed frame, or sometimes she dressed in nothing but a tie and pair of skyscraper stilettos.
A flush spread over her body, flooding in her lower tummy and making her shiver. Shit, she had to stop thinking about ties. None of it was knowledge she wanted to share with him.
Girl, the file. Get the damn file.
A quick glance around the hole she called an office didn’t help. Loose papers and an old coffee mug hid a desk she remembered was mahogany. Stacks of blue files were piled in a corner next to a half dead plant. The file she was looking for was beige. On top of the filing cabinets? She hadn’t touched that in a year and the inch of dust confirmed it. Then it clicked, she’d left it with Janice to double check the final reports.
Taking off full speed—for a woman in five inch stilettos anyway—she bolted next door. Janice was on the phone, twirling a lock of her permed shoulder length hair that was now more grey than brown. Her mentor blew a bubble of pink gum while she nodded, even though the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see her. Georgia crossed the room and stabbed the bubble with her super sharp new manicure, catching Janice’s full attention. She mouthed ‘buying accounts’ and, thank god, Janice knew what she meant. She rummaged around her equally cluttered desk for what felt like an age. Georgia briefly wondered if she had a mentor who was organized, she’d follow suit, but quickly dismissed it when an image of her unruly bedroom popped into her mind. Thank God her roommate Eloisa had OCD when it came to cleaning or their apartment would never be fit for company.
Janice mumbled what sounded like an agreement into the phone while she located the file. Grabbing it, Georgia called a quick ‘Thanks’ over her shoulder and she was off again.
Her journey back was frantic, especially since she noticed the empty hall. The water cooler two doors away was usually circled by the gossip crew come three thirty, and their absence made the hairs on the back of Georgia’s neck stand to attention.
Oh, but it was much, much worse than she could imagine. When she got to the doorway of her room, all six foot four of male glory was already on her chair, facing her computer with a frown above his deep blue eyes. His dirty blond hair was neater than usual, swept away from his face, but the waves made her think of him rolling out of bed after he’d just run his hand through it. Or worse, like she’d just run her hands through it, pulling him down into a kiss that would melt her panties.
Quit it. He’s my boss.
But then the blood drained from her face, leaving it numb. Her whole body froze as she stared at him wide eyed, comprehension slamming into her mind. Who’d have thought mortification could paralyze someone? Not her. Until now.
She forced herself to unfreeze and took a step into the room. Pulling on her best, ‘what the hell are you doing?’ glare, she cleared her throat.
Max straightened and turned to her with his full lips parted. Georgia refused to let herself look at his mouth and focused on being mad—completely ignoring the fact she’d been using working hours, not to mention the company’s internet connection, to try and fix her sex life. Or current lack of one. After all, no guy wanted the ego beating of bedding her.
‘What are you doing?’ she demanded.
But she’d never live the shame of this one down. Her boss now knew she was a freak. Max stood, ran a hand down the front of his suit to smooth imaginary wrinkles, or because he was stumped at what to do.
He cleared his throat, but before he could say a word, Georgia took control of the situation and shoved the file into his hands. ‘Everything you need is in there, now if you’ll excuse me I have work to do.’
And shame to live down, but she could do that without an audience thank you very much.
‘Georgia—’ ‘Don’t.’ She shook her head, fighting back the burn creeping up her neck.
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Here’s a little snippet, Georgia’s ultimate oh-shit-moment, plucked from the beginning of chapter one!
Dear Sally,
I read your column weekly but never thought I’d be writing this email. The truth is there’s something wrong with me. I can’t climax. I’ve never been able to, and my recent ex told me this was normal for some women. Not the women I know. Was he telling the truth? Sometimes it feels like I’m the only one.
Yours,
Anonymous
Georgia Lewis forced herself to leave it at that. It was one thing to think of herself as a freak, another to sign off using the label. Moving the mouse over the mat provided by Briggs Department Stores, she tried to click ‘send’, but her finger wouldn’t obey the command.
Frustrated, she let go of the mouse and raked a hand through her hair, pushing it out of her face. She couldn’t be the only woman in New York who’d never experienced what her friends kept banging on about, could she? Plus she’d created a false email address so none of Sally’s Sexual Help readers would know it was her who sent it in, so what did it matter?
She needed to pull on her big girl panties and send the damn thing. Maybe then she’d be able to concentrate on the end of year accounts on her desk. After all she was here to work, not worry about body parts that didn’t function correctly. Resolved, she reached for the mouse again. Her desk phone rang and she stifled a sigh. Abandoning the mouse, she picked up the phone.
‘Accounts Department,’ she answered, though she could hardly call it that, more ‘two women forgotten in closets at the back of the building.’
‘Georgia, I need the buying accounts for last month.’
His deep voice made her skin prickle, like it always did. She shook off the weird sensation. He was her new boss; until his father got better anyway, and she’d never let herself look at him any other way.
Okay, maybe she had on occasion, when she trailed behind him in the hall. Who wouldn’t check out an ass like his? It was high and firm and utterly squeezable.
‘Sure, Maxton. I’ll get them ready.’
‘Georgia…’
She rolled her eyes. ‘Max. Sorry.’
Hard to break a habit of a lifetime. His father, Maxton Briggs the first, never allowed his name to be shortened. But it was Maxton Briggs the second running the show now.
‘You’d better. I’d hate to have to punish you.’
He disconnected the call leaving her staring at the receiver. Heat rose in her cheeks and her heart hammered in her chest. He didn’t mean… No, he didn’t. He was joking. God she had to get a grip. Sexual frustration was driving her to think her boss was flirting with her. And sure, Max was less formal than his father, and she supposed a good guy to work for, but since his break-up, which was unfortunately witnessed by half the staff at Briggs, he wasn’t his usual happy-go-lucky self. Not to mention a little bit weird. Though she couldn’t blame him for that.
She rose so quickly she left her swivel chair spinning. Pulling open the cabinet drawer, she shuffled the slings until she came across the empty one which should have housed the file he wanted.
‘Damn it.’
The sooner she gave Max the file and sent him on his merry way, the better. Usually she struggled to keep her thoughts from rolling off her tongue around everyday people, with him around it was impossible. And the boss didn’t need to know what she thought of his ass, or how hot he looked in one of those charcoal suits with the silk ties. Or even about those dreams she’d had starring Maxton the second, and very little in the way of clothes. Well, apart from his ties. The silk ones, though he never wore them as such. Either they were around her wrists securing her to her bed frame, or sometimes she dressed in nothing but a tie and pair of skyscraper stilettos.
A flush spread over her body, flooding in her lower tummy and making her shiver. Shit, she had to stop thinking about ties. None of it was knowledge she wanted to share with him.
Girl, the file. Get the damn file.
A quick glance around the hole she called an office didn’t help. Loose papers and an old coffee mug hid a desk she remembered was mahogany. Stacks of blue files were piled in a corner next to a half dead plant. The file she was looking for was beige. On top of the filing cabinets? She hadn’t touched that in a year and the inch of dust confirmed it. Then it clicked, she’d left it with Janice to double check the final reports.
Taking off full speed—for a woman in five inch stilettos anyway—she bolted next door. Janice was on the phone, twirling a lock of her permed shoulder length hair that was now more grey than brown. Her mentor blew a bubble of pink gum while she nodded, even though the person on the other end of the line couldn’t see her. Georgia crossed the room and stabbed the bubble with her super sharp new manicure, catching Janice’s full attention. She mouthed ‘buying accounts’ and, thank god, Janice knew what she meant. She rummaged around her equally cluttered desk for what felt like an age. Georgia briefly wondered if she had a mentor who was organized, she’d follow suit, but quickly dismissed it when an image of her unruly bedroom popped into her mind. Thank God her roommate Eloisa had OCD when it came to cleaning or their apartment would never be fit for company.
Janice mumbled what sounded like an agreement into the phone while she located the file. Grabbing it, Georgia called a quick ‘Thanks’ over her shoulder and she was off again.
Her journey back was frantic, especially since she noticed the empty hall. The water cooler two doors away was usually circled by the gossip crew come three thirty, and their absence made the hairs on the back of Georgia’s neck stand to attention.
Oh, but it was much, much worse than she could imagine. When she got to the doorway of her room, all six foot four of male glory was already on her chair, facing her computer with a frown above his deep blue eyes. His dirty blond hair was neater than usual, swept away from his face, but the waves made her think of him rolling out of bed after he’d just run his hand through it. Or worse, like she’d just run her hands through it, pulling him down into a kiss that would melt her panties.
Quit it. He’s my boss.
But then the blood drained from her face, leaving it numb. Her whole body froze as she stared at him wide eyed, comprehension slamming into her mind. Who’d have thought mortification could paralyze someone? Not her. Until now.
She forced herself to unfreeze and took a step into the room. Pulling on her best, ‘what the hell are you doing?’ glare, she cleared her throat.
Max straightened and turned to her with his full lips parted. Georgia refused to let herself look at his mouth and focused on being mad—completely ignoring the fact she’d been using working hours, not to mention the company’s internet connection, to try and fix her sex life. Or current lack of one. After all, no guy wanted the ego beating of bedding her.
‘What are you doing?’ she demanded.
But she’d never live the shame of this one down. Her boss now knew she was a freak. Max stood, ran a hand down the front of his suit to smooth imaginary wrinkles, or because he was stumped at what to do.
He cleared his throat, but before he could say a word, Georgia took control of the situation and shoved the file into his hands. ‘Everything you need is in there, now if you’ll excuse me I have work to do.’
And shame to live down, but she could do that without an audience thank you very much.
‘Georgia—’ ‘Don’t.’ She shook her head, fighting back the burn creeping up her neck.
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March 4, 2014
Her Best Four Letter Word #BlogHop
Welcome to Her Best Four Letter Word Blog Hop , celebrating the publication of two HarperImpulse titles: Eve Devon’s ‘Her Best Laid Plans’ (contemporary romance) and Zara Stoneley’s ‘Love is a Four Letter Word’ (erotic romance).
Look out for the deets for TWO GIVEAWAYS via Rafflecopter and using the comments section on this blog at the end of the post. ABOUT ‘HER BEST LAID PLANS’ by Eve Devon
Blurb: Love is what happens to you when you’re busy making other plans…
The Totally Perfect Life Plan of Amanda Gray
Step 1 – Take total control of own destiny and avoid getting too wrapped up in the details.
Step 2 – Definitely do NOT kiss gorgeous bad-boy businessman who doesn't know how to live life without scheduling it six months in advance, even if he is absolutely irresistible.
Step 3 – Don't even THINK of accompanying him to London as his PA to enjoy steamy encounters in a metropolitan paradise.
Step 4 – Absolutely, positively, whatever you do- do NOT fall in love with him…
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ABOUT ‘LOVE IS A FOUR LETTER WORD’ by Zara Stoneley
Take one rich girl who has a thing for the bad boys.
Take one tough guy who thinks possession is nine-tenths of the misery law.
Mix generously with a land dispute and a whole lotta lust…. And what have you got?
Sometimes being bad can be just too good to miss.
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Goodie Bag Contents: All the perfect ingredients for a girlie reading experience…
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And it’s all inside a lovely HarperImpulse bag!
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Question 1: Which city does Amanda live in?
Question 2: Which county in England does Georgie live in?
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