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Housekeeping and Questions Answered

HOUSEKEEPING…

So it’s the new year (can you believe it?) and only 52 days until SLOW BURN (so excited for you guys to read this). I can’t wait for the bloggers to start reading it and commenting on it so that you guys get excited for it. In the meantime, here are a some answers to some questions that keep getting brought up in messages so I’m going to answer them here….

♠ Signed Copies ♠

Yes, I sell signed copies. You order them through my website. I’ll send you an invoice, you pay, then I mail them. Easy.

Order them HERE

 

♠ How to Get Paperbacks that You Already Own Signed ♠

If you already own copies of the paperbacks and want me to sign them, yes, I’ll sign them. Mail them to me (use media mail rate, it’s cheaper), add a return postage label/stamp, tell me who you want them dedicated to. You can mail them to me at

PO BOX 933

San Diego, CA 91903-0933

 

♠ SLOW BURN’s RELEASE ♠

WOOHOO!  It’s almost to the 50 day mark!

1. Yes, I will be having a blog tour with SLOW BURN. The Rock Stars of Romance will be handling it so stay tuned because information will be coming out soon in regards to sign-ups for it.  

2. Yes, I have extra SLOW BURN ARCs to hand out to readers. Some will go to predetermined people, some will go to readers in some contests I will hold in the next few weeks. Stay tuned for how to win one.

 

 

♠ K. Bromberg Newsletter ♠

 So the first K. Bromberg newsletter went out. Did you all get it?  If you did not get it and you’re already signed up for the newsletter, you can request the link HERE.

If you want to start receiving the newsletter, you can sign up HERE.

 

♠ Tanner’s Book ♠

No, I do not have a title for it.

 

♠ The Ten Year Gap Book ♠

No, I do not have a title for this yet either nor do I have a release date beyond Fall 2015. Also, I will not divulge what will be in this book but it will be a full length novel, not a novella as previously planned.

 

♠ A Movie Deal/Television Show ♠

It is so very flattering that you guys love Colton and Rylee so much that you want to see them on the BIG screen. Here is the answer to the people who ask my why I have not ‘made a movie’ yet.  In all honesty, the possibility is a huge long shot and not something I put much time hoping for…but you never know. I do know the books have been given to film agents to read and see if they fall in love with AND for them to also think it’s translatable to film. I write a lot of inner dialogue and that’s hard to make verbalize on film. 

 

♠ Correspondence ♠

I’ve been under some tight deadlines as of late so my correspondence has piled up. I’m going to get you all answered ASAP and then dive head first into Tanner’s Book. Thank you so much for your patience.

 

♠ Release Dates ♠

2/24 – Slow Burn

6/3 – Sweet Ache

late June/early July – possible something if time permits

Fall 2015 – The 10 Year Gap Book

November 2015 – Tanner’s Book

 

WHEW! Did I get it all?  I think so. I hope that answers your questions. Thanks again for all of your support over 2014 and I’m so excited and can’t wait for you guys to read all of these new characters I’ve created while at the same time getting to revisit some of the old ones. 

I RACE YOU!

Kristy

New Exclusive Rylee & Colton Scene

Who wants a new scene between Colton and Rylee that deals with Christmas cookies and icing? You all know how Colton loves tasting his sweets and his Ryles at the same time…

This new scene is exclusive to newsletter members only. I just finished it up and think you’ll enjoy revisiting with them. 

The inaugural newsletter will go out before year end.

Sign up for the newsletter: CLICK HERE

What does ‘A Driven Novel’ Mean?

So the covers of Slow Burn and Sweet Ache (and I’m assuming Tanner’s book (yet untitled)) say ‘A Driven Novel‘ on them. I’m getting a lot of questions asking me ‘What does that mean?”

All three of these spin-off books are complete STANDALONE novels. I can’t stress that enough. In writing these books I worked super hard to make sure that:

1.) They are their own complete novel focused on the new characters. They can STAND ALONE. When you read the last page of each book, their story is complete.

2.) You DO NOT have to have read the Driven Trilogy to read any of these three books. 

3.) These three books can be read IN ANY ORDER. They are not connected in any way other than the fact that they are the stories of characters in the original series. 

4.) Rylee and Colton are present in the stories but few and far between. They do not carry the novel in any capacity. While they might have scenes such as Becks and Haddie did in the Driven Trilogy, they are not the story.

I know you all want more Rylee and Colton and you will get that in the 10-Year Gap Novel (still untitled, expected late 2015), but don’t pick up Slow Burn (2/24 release) or Sweet Ache (June 2, 2015) or Tanner’s book (November 2015), and expect a continuation of The Driven Trilogy. You will be sadly disappointed. Haddie & Becks and Quinlan & Hawkin and Tanner & Beaux, all have their own unique story to tell, and I can’t wait for you to fall in love with them as well.

I write and will release these books with the knowledge that it will be a hard feat for me to make characters that you’ll fall in love with as passionately as you have Rylee and Colton, but I think once you get immersed in these new stories, you’ll find a bit of room in your book boyfriend heart to love these guys as well.

I hope that clarifies some of the questions you’ve been asking. Please let me know if you have any more. 

Kristy

Thank you…

We are getting to that time of year when we are supposed to be enjoying our friends and family but are instead scurrying from here to there without a second thought because we are so busy trying to get everything done for the holidays whether it be decorate, wrap presents, everyday life obligations, remembering to thank the Elf of the Shelf for appearing, scouring Pinterest to see why our homemade gift looks nothing like our pin does, finishing a book (

SO…I am taking that moment right now to say a few words to you all before I can’t see straight from my personal chaos that three little ones create…Forgive me if I get a little sentimental but, well, you know that’s how I am.

This year has been crazy in so many ways I can’t even begin to remember it all. I mean, I went from the highest high of hitting #2 on the New York Times as an indie author with Crashed to one day later my son being paralyzed (Thank you to those who still ask about his health. He is about 99.5% recovered now)…talk about life teaching you where your priorities need to be. I went from being banned from Amazon with my short story UnRaveled in the Bend Anthology (which I will forever feel guilty for regardless of how many times the ladies in the anthology tell me to shush up) to signing a traditional book deal with Penguin books to bring you Slow Burn and Sweet Ache. I went from Raced hitting USA Today bestsellers list to being scared to death to turn in Slow Burn to my editor for the fear that it wasn’t going to be ‘enough’ for a traditional book on shelves in stores. And then what happens? I get asked to sign on for another book. Crazy stuff, I tell you. If you would have asked me two years ago if I ever thought this would have been my life, I would have laughed. Being an author was something that little chubby girl, who sat on the grass with her notebook in her hand, dreamt of and never thought was going to happen. Never. 

Even with all of those surreal moments, one of the bests parts of the year was befriending and getting to meet so many of you. So many of these moments spent with you will be something I will always cherish even if this author thing doesn’t pan out. From the signings in Los Angeles to Cleveland to Book Bash to New York to Oklahoma City to Las Vegas…you ladies know how to spoil me. I truly am the luckiest author out there. You are all so passionate about these books and characters and support me no matter what direction I try to take on this journey…it’s truly overwhelming…So at this time of year when we thank and spend time with our loved ones, I just want to make sure to let you know that I consider you all a part of my extended family. I truly do. (My husband even knows some of your names). 

Think of this as my Season’s Greetings card to you and your family. Wishing you a happy holidays and a memorable 2015!

I RACE YOU!

Kristy

(I could make 25 more of these collages with all of the memories I have from 2014, so forgive me if I left you out, but Sweet Ache needs to get finished!)

Thanksgiving Post from Colton

Hey…

Did ya miss me? 

I was just chilling in my office with Baxter and my beer…feet up on my desk watching the waves outside…Yes, it’s sunny as fuck here in Malibu so sorry to all you stuck everywhere else in that white shit that falls from the sky. Ry kicked me out of the kitchen while she fixes our Thanksgiving spread, wants to keep some part of it secret since it’s our first one being married, so I thought I’d bang out a quick email to you…well, I’d rather be banging something else but that variety is definitely on the menu for later. 

I know it’s been a while so I thought I’d fill you in on some shit you might have missed. Let’s see…the team ended the season with another win so that’s always a bonus. Can’t go fucking wrong claiming a checkered flag, right?

The boys are doing good…Scooter’s birthday was last week and Ry threw him a little party to celebrate. Shayne’s a heart breaker with the ladies, and I just might have given him a few pointers to help. Zander, that kid…he’s good. Doing real well and finally started back at an actual school instead of being tutored. Baby steps for him, but he’ll get there – no doubt about that.

What else? Becks…Ha. That fucker is finally falling for a woman and I can’t say that I’m surprised with who it is. Talk about feisty and one to give him a run for his money. I can’t wait to watch this unfold…see if he gets voodooed or not because I’m gonna laugh my goddamn ass off when he does. It’s the Haddie Hex and I don’t think he stands a fucking chance.

Quin’s been awful quiet as of late. Can’t tell if she’s going against my wishes and dating that asshole Kell Mason…the one I stole the barfly from way back fucking when. If she is, we’re gonna have a few words, I can guarantee it. It’s either that or she’s found someone else she knows I won’t approve of so she’s keeping him a damn secret. I’ll find out, make sure he’s good enough for her.

Ry’s brother, Tanner, has been in town for a while after some shit went down overseas. She’s happy to have him around but he’s already restless… kinda like I was if you’d mentioned the thought of me barebacking before I met Rylee…and I can sense he’ll be off to some fucking place no sane person has business being soon to report the news. He’s an adrenaline junkie just like I am but fuck if I’m gonna throw myself in someone else’s war to get my high.

Besides, the only high I need anymore is on the other side of the house. Yeah, it’s been a year, but fuck if she doesn’t still get my motor running. Men say after you get married the sex stops, the blow jobs stop…I guess they married the wrong damn woman because sex with Ry just keeps getting better and better. Hell, we even had a little reminiscent fuck on the hood of Sex the other night. What sane man would say no when your wife texts you a picture of her lying on the hood with heels and not much else on? Talk about driving like the fucking wind to get home and take advantage of that oil change.

She’s good though. Adjusting a bit to sharing her time between the boys and me but she knows I’m good with whatever time she has to spend with them. The first new boy’s home will finish up in a few months and I love watching her passion over every little detail.

Oops, sorry, Ry’s calling me, I’ve gotta…Oh shit. She’s at the door of my office with an apron on and heels…and nothing else. This man’s going to go take advantage of this Thanksgiving spread right now…and I’m not talking about the one on the table. This decision’s a no-brainer….I think I’ll eat the pie first.

We’ll talk later. 

Fuck, I love that woman.

Happy Thanksgiving.

Ace

 

Deleted scene from Crashed

So I unexpectedly found a deleted scene from CRASHED that I thought you all might like to read. This scene takes place after Colton makes the 911 call when Rylee is at home alone with Zander and he hears her scream on the other end of the phone. I originally wrote the next chapter in his point of view, but decided to scrap it and write it in Rylee’s perspective. This is the chapter that I scrapped. 

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I know I was excited to revisit Colton, and I hope you guys are too. Here’s 2,000 more words from Colton…
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No.
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Please no.
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Rylee.
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Rylee.
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It’s all I can focus on as my tires squeal around the last turn onto her street. I’m a goddamn mess and the sight of police cars scattered all over the street – doors open, lights on, sirens off – scares the fuck out of me.
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Then relief.
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A rush of breath escapes because if they were injured, ambulances would be here, and if they were still inside, then the police would be running around in a frenzy to try and help them.
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But no one is doing a fucking thing except for all huddling around together, a line of black uniforms, shoulder to shoulder.
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Something to my right catches my attention and I freeze. The ambulance is here, the lights are flashing but the siren is silent.
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Spiderman.
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Why aren’t their sirens on?
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Batman.
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Why is everyone standing around?
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Superman.
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Where the fuck is Rylee and Zander?
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Ironman.
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Not possible.
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I can’t process the thoughts screaming in my own head. The ones lost in the fear clenching every single fucking part of me. No one’s moving. Lights on, sirens off. No Rylee or Zander in sight. The damage must already be done.
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He’s already taken them.
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Or worse.
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Numbness hits and the tang of fear I’ve only ever tasted before back in that dank fucking room of my youth fills my mouth. Owns my soul. Takes over.
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I drive as far as I can into the melee, with fumbling fingers I fling the door open, Rover still running, and sprint as fast as I can down the sidewalk. I try to shout, to call for her so she knows I’m here, but all that comes out is a rasp of sound, her name broken.
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Two policemen rush me, and I can’t hear a word they say because my only focus is on the front door, the caution tape I can now see being pulled tight across the street, the intensity in the faces of the wall of uniforms.
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I shove them off me, push as hard and as far as I can toward the front of the house because that yellow tape says crime scene, says he already has them.
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“Rylee,” I grunt out as they slam me back against the cruiser behind me. I’m strong, but have nowhere near enough strength to break free from two officers at once. Besides, I can’t focus on anything else other than on Rylee, on Zander.
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“Where is she?” I yell out. And I struggle so hard, need and adrenaline dominating my body and mind. “Rylee!” After a minute and not getting much farther except to notice other officers putting their hands on the butts of their holstered guns, I relent.
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Try to calm the fuck down but know it’s not going to happen.
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“Okay,” I tell them as I stop fighting. “Please just tell me—I’m the one who called—I know who’s in there!”
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And now I have their attention.
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Within moments I’ve explained everything I can, that I can fucking think of, but they haven’t said a single word to me. Nothing.
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An officer tells me to stay put, another keeps his hand on my shoulder, when all I want to do is shrug it off and run to The House a couple hundred feet away and see what the fuck is going on. But his hand remains firm and authoritative on my shoulder. He’s obviously afraid I’m going to fucking bolt. I do the only thing I can, I put my head in my hands and try to keep my heart from choking over the fear that’s lodged there.
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And I repeat the chant that she’s said for me in my time of need. Over and over.
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Fucking Christ. I need that little freckled face boy that showed up to help me, to appear right now. Vaporize out of thin fucking air again but I fear I won’t get a decision to make this time.
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I fear it’s too late.
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The officer must sense my restlessness, must know that if I don’t move some, I’m going to implode with the pressure in my chest and fear in my heart – the one she brought back to life. So he releases my shoulder and I’m immediately on the move, feet eating up the same six concrete panels of sidewalk, over and over.
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I look up when I hear footsteps, but keep my body moving to abate all of this nervous fucking energy. “Talk to me. Please,” I beg him. “Tell me she’s okay. Zander’s okay. He’s fucking traumatized. Please.” My voice breaks as tears prick the back of my eyes like pins. I welcome the pain, hold onto it because it’s the only way I can cope right now with the fucking unknown.
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“The woman and little boy—”
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“Her name is Rylee!” I shout at him. “She’s not a faceless, nameless fucking woman. She’s my Rylee.” My motherfucking checkered flag. Oh god! “And Zander. Rylee and Zander. Call them their names. Acknowledge that they’re people with families godammit!” I look around for something to punch, something to break into fucking pieces but it doesn’t matter. It’s not going to help Ry right now. Nothing is.
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I put my hands on my neck and pull down, force myself to breathe. I need to calm the fuck down or they’re going to kick me out of here. My chest aches and if I had any doubt before I know for sure now. The woman owns this heart of mine.
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I drop my head down as I wait for the officer to deliver the news I’m fucking petrified to hear.
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Rylee. Hang in there, baby. Be strong. For me. For Zander. Please.
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The police office looks at me again and I’m such a fucking mess—so inside of my own head—that I forgot he was going to give me information.
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“Rylee and Zander,” he says, looking at me to make sure I realized that he used their name, “and the suspect are isolated in the backyard.”
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“Then go in there and get him the fuck out of there! C’mon! Do your goddamn jobs!” I shout at them, hands fisted, teeth gritted. My mind is so overwhelmed that I don’t even have a chance to think about the stupidity of my comment until I notice the officer before me glance to the one beside me.
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And then I know.
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“Has he hurt her?”
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Silence.
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“A gun?”
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Silence.
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“Has he hurt Zander?”
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“No.”
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My chest fucking constricts because the only thing they say no to is my question in regards to Zander.
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My world spirals like the tumbling of the car in the wreck.
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And I only give myself a second to feel before I shut down. Fuck this. Fuck everyone.
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I shove away from them and pace down the sidewalk, pushing my hands out to the side and then bringing them up to lace behind my head as I blow out a huge breath and try to wrap my head around this all. I walk back to them with purpose, knowing the answer but I’m going to fucking demand it anyway.
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“You’ve gotta get me in the house. Right. Fucking. Now!” I demand as a dog starts barking somewhere.
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“Sir, keep your voice down. He doesn’t know we’re here and we’re trying to keep it that way. We’ve got tactical in the kitchen to take a shot if need be. We don’t want to escalate the situation.”
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And all I hear is that he doesn’t know we’re here. So that means Rylee doesn’t fucking know we’re here. She doesn’t know help is here. And that scares the shit out of me more than anything.
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My selfless saint.
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“If need be? He has a fucking gun right? What more do you need to know?” I shout at them in a harsh whisper.
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“We’re doing everything we can,” he says in that placating tone I want to rip from his throat.
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“No you’re not!” I bark at them. “Do you have them safe? NO YOU DON’T!”
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“Sir, if you can’t settle down, we’re going to have to escort you from the premises.”
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Panic rifles through me at the thought of being taken farther away from Ry and Zander than I already am. I look over at the house and think of earlier. My welcome kiss with Rylee, my chat with Shane. How could a perfect morning turn into this? How did I leave her to face this alone?
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I squeeze my eyes shut and drop my head for a beat before looking back at the man in front of me. “Officer…” I glance at his name tag, try to make a connection with him so that he understands how important my next words are. “Officer Destin – Please, you have to let her know we’re out here. Zander’s one of her boys. She’ll do anything—anything—to keep him safe.” The thought terrifies me so fuck being calm, I grab the front of the officer’s shirt. “Do you understand what I’m saying?” I grate out through gritted teeth. “She’ll sacrifice herself for one of her boys…so fucking do something now!”
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Hands pull my shoulders back and away from the officer, warnings stated low and formidably from behind me. I take my hands off of him. “We’re doing everything we can to—”
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“Don’t give me the bullshit line. Don’t stand here. Do something!”
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They nod their heads like they get it but they don’t, not even fucking close. They don’t have a freight train of fear derailing inside of them because the people they care about are in a backyard with a murderer.
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Time fucking stretches.
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Seconds.
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Minutes.
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Forever.
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It feels like years are being scraped off my life with a dull fucking knife with each and every passing second. They move me into a tactical van near the front of the house. They say it’s to keep me better apprised of the situation but I know it’s because they can see me about to explode from the unknown and that when I do, they worry I’m going to compromise their operation.
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Fuckin’A.
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My mind races but I can’t focus on a goddamn thing but Rylee and Zander and being stuck inside this tiny truck where I can’t pace, I can’t talk, but I have to sit here with guys in headsets and monitors with white snow a constant on their screens.
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“I’m not letting you take him.”
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And then I hear her voice.
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My body jolts to attention. Adrenaline pumps like blood through my veins at that goddamn defiance in her voice, at knowing she’s all right.
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I immediately lean forward to see the grainy image that springs to life on the bank of monitors in from of me. I have to fight the sob of relief at just seeing her, hearing her voice when all I’ve felt for the past however fucking long it’s been is fear.
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And the wave of reprieve is short lived because when I can finally tear my eyes from her, all I can focus on in the grainy image but that’s clear as day, is the gun he has pointed directly at her.
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Maybe I should look and see what else I can find on this computer of mine…
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(To all of the grammar-gurus who already have their emails open to tell me the errors, please note this has never been professionally edited so I know it is not perfect)

CRASHED up for Best Romance 2014

Guess what? CRASHED is up for GoodReads  ♥Best Romance of 2014♥ along with a lot of other good ones!
Want to vote for your favorite? Click HERE

SWEET ACHE Cover, Synopsis & 5 Fun Facts

Want to see what the blurb & synopsis is of Sweet Ache? How about 5 fun facts about the book?  Head on over to Maryse’s Book Blog HERE and let her know what you guys think of it!

PRE-ORDER HERE:
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Skip to the Good Part Announcement

So how many of you read books and bookmark the *good* scenes to go back to later for a quick reread….or you just skip the story altogether because you need a little something-something to put you in the mood for your significant other? (Oh, come on, we all do it )…
Well, I’ve been up to a little something…myself and 19 other authors to be exact have been up to something…We have joined with Jasper Hill Press to bring you SKIP TO THE GOOD PART…A collection of each of our steamiest sex scenes.
Yep…no more bookmarking your kindle is needed because the -good scenes- are all right here. All (20) of us have given one of our best sex scenes from an already published novel (remember I asked you guys to vote) and compiled them into one book. We figured it would allow you all to discover some new authors by reading the scenes that matter the most
So presale is up – 99 cents … I wonder what scene I contributed…any guesses?
PRE-ORDER HERE