Casey Peeler's Blog, page 12
February 4, 2015
Cover Reveal —> Graceful Scars @Savvy2287
Release Date: March 10, 2015
Cover Design by: Najla Qamber Designs
Photography by: Lindee Robinson Photography
Synopsis:
Graceful, the word itself was instilled into Tegan Carter’s head at an early age, but anymore she feels far from graceful. When her world is turned upside down she finds herself spiraling into the darkness without any light in sight, until Talon Fisher walks into her life.
Trying to find herself again, Tegan is faced with a dilemma she doesn’t want to encounter. But will her scars keep her from allowing herself a second chance at a normal life, or will she continue to free fall into the darkness?
GoodReads Link: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22429282-graceful-scars
Social Media Links for Savannah:
Twitter – @Savvy2287
Excerpt:
“So when’s the owner usually get in?” He directed his attention to me as Zoey admired the numerous awards that lined all the shelves to the right of my desk.
“You’re looking at her,” I said shyly. I’m sure the last thing he was expecting to hear was that the girl who flipped out on him was the same girl who would be teaching his sister dance.
“Oh,” he replied, arching an eyebrow at me.
“Hey, Zoey, how about you go do some stretches before the others get here. Okay?” Talon directed his little sister.
“Okay,” she replied and skipped out of the room.
“You really should put some ice on that,” I suggested as I pointed to his jaw.
“Has anyone ever told you that you have a mean right hook?” He laughed as his humor danced within his dark eyes.
“I really am sorry.” A few giggles escaped me before we both fell into an uncomfortable silence.
“So…” He rubbed his hand down the back of his neck again. It wasn’t hard to notice that he would do that when his nerves were getting the best of him. It’s a tell-tale sign.
“So…” I mocked him.
“Do you always do that when someone scares you?”
My heart rate spiked through the roof at his question. I hadn’t talked to anyone about my crazy shit, except the counselor I attempted to see, and Adalynn. I took a few deep breaths to try and slow my heart rate so I didn’t flip the hell out in front of Talon again. I’m sure if I did he would take Zoey and run as far away from my place as possible.
“Umm…Not always,” I lied…flat out lied to his face, but in the smallest way possible.
“You might be able to convince someone else with that answer, but not me.” He tapped his finger on the desk, pulled a piece of paper from his pocket, and slid it over to me before walking out of my office and taking a seat in the area designated for family members.
I sat there in complete silence, staring at the check that paid for Zoey’s full semester at Graceful Moves, but it wasn’t the amount of the check that had me baffled, it was the way Talon could see right through the wall of bullshit that I had built around myself so people wouldn’t see the real me. I was the last person anyone would want their child around after all the shit I’d been through. Life had dealt me an outstanding hand, just to turn around and set it ablaze. Yet there I was, trying to gather up all of the ashes in hopes of building something just as good as what I’d had before.
February 3, 2015
OMGEEEEE WTF?! #DirtyRush @whitegrlproblems @GalleryBooks
FROM THE CREATORS OF WHITE GIRL PROBLEMS
DIRTY RUSH a novel by Taylor Bell
THE FIRST TRUE GLIMPSE OF “REAL” SORORITY LIFE IN ALL ITS F**KED UP GLORY.
From the creative minds behind Babe Walker (author of the New York Times bestselling White Girl Problems series) comes DIRTY RUSH by Taylor Bell (Gallery Books; On-sale: January 13, 2015; Trade Paperback; $16.00).
Taylor Bell’s account of her freshman year at CDU is an unfiltered peek behind the curtain of Greek life. When she gets to school, Taylor has zero-to-no interest in joining a sorority, but – coming from a long line of Beta Zetas – the sisters won’t just let Taylor blow them off. Ultra-boozy, crazy-cool, and hilariously bitchy, the BZ sisters lure Taylor into a world that’s one jacked-up, X-rated party after another. Even if she has to put up with fast-food bans and other rules imposed by unofficial boss bitch, Collette Winter, she is having the time of her life and she quickly learns that some of these girls are true friends.
But when a lewd sex tape is leaked – featuring a girl who looks shockingly like Taylor – some seriously f**cked up Kardashian sh*t hits the fan. Has Taylor gone off the deep end? Is someone trying to frame her? Taylor could lose everything she fought (and partied) for, unless she figures out how to survive this scandal.
DIRTY RUSH is slated to be turned into a Major Motion Picture by Tristar/Sony Pictures with Elizabeth Banks as Producer.
Rebecca Martinson – the former Delta Gamma sister responsible for the scathing, expletive-filled email that verbally assaulted her chapter for being “so f**cking boring” at social functions and more – has written the book’s Foreword and helped authenticate DIRTY RUSH’s no-holds-barred depiction of “going Greek.” Rebecca’s email was infamous and went viral in April 2013 – originally posted on Gawker, it now has over 5.2 million unique page views.
Casey’s Thoughts
Well, I’’m def not a sorority chick because there were none at my college, but OMGEEEEEEEEEE! WTF! Holy shit Batman! Yeah, that pretty much sums Dirty Rush up in a nut shell from page one. Never in my life did I really think it was as movies portrayed, but this was nothing short of amazing.
Taylor has just stepped foot onto Central Delaware University. Sorority life wasn’t why she went, but she was destined to fall into. With the help of the Active Beta Zeta’s, Taylor is pulled into the sorority life, and finds a group of friends like none other as well a hottie from Omega Sig.
Taylor is living the life of a sorority girl, student, and balancing a new love interest when she goes home for break. Little does she know that the bomb her sister drops on her will allow a new insight into BZ. This insight will also rock her college world and flip it upside down. Taylor along with a few true friends discover who’s behind it, and instead of bringing her down, the b**** self destructs!
I absolutely loved the dialogue and the way it was written. There were times within the story I was appalled, smiled, felt as if I was a BZ myself, and literally laughed out loud. Jane’s convo with the store clerk that was f*****g priceless!
If your looking for a book that is the #truth then Dirty Rush is the book for you. The fact that people so close to you can be so cruel is nothing new in this world, but to lay it out there like this… Taylor Bell it shows how strong you are!
Buy it on Amazon ~ Nook
About the Author :
TAYLOR BELL is a freshman at Central Delaware University. She’s a third-generation Beta Zeta, her favorite band is The Smiths and she grew up with a pug named Percy, until her mom backed into the poor thing while drunk, crushing his sweet little pug skull. So, she’s a tough cookie. After having her life turned completely upside down by the girls of BZ, she had no choice but to tell her story. Dirty Rush is that story, and that story is this book, and this book is Dirty Rush.
In reality, Taylor Bell, is the brainchild of Tanner and David Oliver Cohen, co-creators of the much-loved Twitter account that started it all, White Girl Problems (@whitegrlproblem), as well as the blog, http://www.BabeWalker.com.
February 2, 2015
Letting Lox In @SMDonadson1
Sloan Foster was always a good girl. An honor student in high school, she had big plans for herself, and then college happened. She thought she’d met the man of her dreams in hometown football star Lucas Smith. Then she had the earth shattering realization that dreams were just that…dreams. She found herself pregnant, right about the time he got drafted for the NFL and dropped her like a bad habit. Now a struggling 25 year old single mom, she works as a massage therapist and is determined to take care of her son, Sage, on her own, without a dime from him. No matter how many times he tries to pay her to ensure her silence.
Loxley Storm was raised by his mom, his dad was a dead beat he never knew. Growing up, he had anger issues and got into a lot of trouble for fighting. Thankfully, a man named Marco took him under his wing and helped him learn to control his anger by fighting…in the ring. Now 26, he is an MMA fighter working to become pro, helping run Marco’s gym along with his best friends, Sly and Huck. To the trio, getting tied down with women is something they don’t need. To blow off steam, they have the “hit it and quit it” motto.
Until an injury in a fight lands Lox on Sloan’s massage table, where sparks fly and neither can deny the attraction. The more pieces of Sloan Lox finds out, the more he respects her and her accomplishments as a single mom. Sloan is hesitant to trust another man, and she sure doesn’t want to risk her son getting hurt, but how long can she keep Lox at arm’s length? Will she let Lox in? Or will she let her past ruin her chances of finding love again?
AMAZON/iTunes/B&N/KOBO
S.M. Donaldson is a born and raised Southern girl. She grew up in a small rural town on Florida’s Gulf Coast, the kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do, especially when your Daddy is a cop and your Mom works for the school system. She married one of her best friends at the age of 20 and has one son. She is a proud military wife, has always had a soft spot for a good story, and is known to have a potty mouth. At the age of 31, she decided there was no time like the present to attempt her first book. Sam’s Choice was born and she hasn’t stopped since. If you are looking for a good, steamy, Southern set romance with true Southern dialect, she’s your girl.
Website/Facebook/Twitter
Hosted By:
January 30, 2015
More from Kelly Elliott! #UndeniableLove
Tristan Williams thought the path of his life was on theright journey. He had a successful career, good looks, and a carefree
lifestyle. One conversation changed Tristan’s way of thinking forever as his
father presented him with a bottle, representing his journey and forcing
unwanted thoughts of a lasting relationship to the surface. Running from the
fear of commitment, he pushed away the only woman he ever had feelings for and
turned to the one girl he knew he didn’t love.
Ryn Webster was finally putting her past behind her. Moving
to Texas and concentrating on the success of her own company, she had her life
almost where she wanted it. One thing was missing though…love. She thought she
had found love with Tristan until he casted her aside.
After being hurt by Tristan, Ryn does whatever she can to
push him from her heart, even if it means being with a man she doesn’t love.
Regardless of the path one thinks they are on, the journey
of life can cause unexpected turns, altering the planned course. Will Tristan
and Ryn’s bottle be tossed about, lost in the rocky waves of life? Or will calm
seas prevail to help Tristan and Ryn finally find their journey of
love…together?
PROLOGUE
I had been sitting on the beach for the last hour just staring out at the black
ocean. I tipped the beer bottle back and drank the last of my beer.
“Well hell. Looks like I have to go back,” I said as I got up and brushed the sand
off my pants. I turned and looked back at the house. My brother Lark and his
new wife, Azurdee had left two hours ago for their honeymoon and I couldn’t
take watching Ryn another second.
I sucked in a deep breath of salty air and slowly let it out. My phone went off and I
pulled it out of my pocket. I let out a deep breath when I saw it was Liberty.
Liberty: Just letting you know I’m thinking about you. If you
want me to join you I’ll come down. Just text me back and I’ll be there.
Me: I think I just need some time to think, Liberty. We need this
time apart.
Liberty: I didn’t mean to push you. I’m always pushing you, I
know. I just really wanted to see your parents and would have loved to have
seen the wedding but I understand you have your reasons for going alone. Things
haven’t been so great with us lately. I’ll work on that. Promise.
Me: We’ll talk when I get back to Austin.
Liberty: Okay. I love you, Tristan.
I let out a sigh and shook my head. I’ve never told Liberty I loved her. I wasn’t sure
anymore how I felt about her. We had been on again and off again so many
times I was beginning to lose count. Currently, we were off. All she had been
doing is pushing an engagement ever since she found out Lark and Azurdee were
getting married. When I thought of my future I didn’t see Liberty. I only saw …
Ryn. And that scared the piss out of me.
I turned my phone to silent and shoved it in my pocket. I started heading back to the
house and began putting on my game face. The one I’d been wearing for the last
ten months. The one where everyone thought I was happy, but deep down inside I
was the unhappiest I’d ever been in my life.
I walked up the stairs to the deck and the first person I saw was Ryn. She was leaning
against the railing with her head back and her eyes closed. There was no one
else out here.
She looked tired. I smiled when I thought about what I had overheard earlier when
Mom and Azurdee’s best friend, Jessie, were talking. Ryn had taken a two-week vacation
and was renting a house on the beach just two houses down from here. I already
began planning ways to ‘run in to her’ while we were both here.
She hadn’t talked to me in over ten months. No matter how many times I called and
left her messages begging her to call me, she never would.
Her cell phone rang and she quickly answered it. I walked around to the other side of
the deck and sat down to where she couldn’t see me.
“Hey, Dodge. Are you on your way? Yes. I thought I could, but I can’t. I need you.”
Dodge? Who the fuck is Dodge?
She laughed at something he said and then she let out a sigh. “Well, considering I
still need my RFB, I’d say yes … it’s been a sucky last three days.”
I peeked around the corner and saw her smiling. She reached her hand up and began
playing with her nipple.
What the fuck?
“That sounds like heaven. Yes. I’m going to need it a lot. I don’t know, you’d think
after all this time you’d have been able to fuck him out of my head and heart.
Maybe you’re not as good as you think you are?”
My mouth dropped open and I quickly turned back and stared out in the night sky.
She laughed again and said, “I’m still at the wedding. Yes. It was hard to see him.
I don’t know. Maybe, I’ve thought about that. Yes. I realize I only use you for
sex to forget about Tristan, but maybe I’m falling for you and just want your
company. You ever think of that?”
My heart started beating faster and I wanted to pound this asshole’s head in.
She let out a sigh and said, “Okay. I’ll see you then. Oh trust me. I’ll be waiting and
I will most certainly be ready for you. Yes naked. Hey, Dodge? Hurry please. I
need to be fucked in a bad way. Bye.”
She let out a sigh and then I swore I heard her crying. I slowly stood. She was looking
out toward the ocean. Her shoulders were moving up and down and when I saw her wipe away her tears, my knees about
buckled out from underneath me.
I started making my way toward her. I didn’t want to walk up on her crying, so I cleared
my throat and asked, “May I join you?”
She quickly wiped her tears away and looked the other way. “It’s your house,” she
whispered. “How have you been, Ryn?” She turned and looked at me. If looks
could kill, I’d be on the floor right now. “You’ve ignored me for
three days and now you ask how I’ve been?”
I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I wasn’t sure you wanted to talk to me.” She let out a small laugh.
“Usually people attempt to talk to a person before they make
that assumption.”
“Well, considering I’ve been calling you for months, and you ignore my calls—” She took a step back and shook her head.
A look of hurt moved across Ryn’s face as she slowly said, “You’re seeing … another … girl.”
“It’s not like that. We are kind of off and on. I mean … I’m not seeing her right now.” She rolled her eyes before looking into mine.
“Do you have any idea how much you hurt me?”
My heart felt like it was physically hurting as I swallowed and said, “I just thought
… I wasn’t planning on—” I looked away and then back into her eyes.
“I thought you just wanted to have fun, Ryn. Then you started acting different
and I started having these feelings and … I was confused.”
Anger replaced the hurt in her eyes. “The only thing that confused you is why you
brought the wrong girl to meet mom and dad.”
She turned and began walking into the house. I wanted to call out for her but I
couldn’t. My heart felt like it was squeezing in my chest as I stood there and
listened to her retreating footsteps.
I turned and stared out at the dark ocean again. That’s what my heart felt like. A dark deep sea of … darkness.
Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who hasa knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and
dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly
asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone
sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner
overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her
property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose,
her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush,
move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find
her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
WEBSITE
GOODREADS
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
Brought To You by:
Behind the Stars
BEHIND THE STARS
Readers are saying…
“FIVE STARS: Very interesting and easy to fall into. As you read it gets more and more interesting, and I loved all the build up and excitement to the end. It ended just as I hoped it would, and the whole “Lord of The flies” with the boys was great!” –Mom with a Kindle
“I was drawn into the story and didn’t want to put it down… I loved it, and I will be looking for more from this author in the future.” –New Adult Addiction
“Exciting, filled with action and adventure, and with just enough romance that it didn’t drive the story, but it most definitely will satisfy those who love a great love story.” –Roxy’s Reviews
“FIVE STARS: A wonderful read with suspense, drama, romance, and even a band of what I call the demented lost boys.” –What’s Beyond Forks
BEHIND THE STARS
By Leigh T. Moore
Prentiss Puckett is certain of three things:
-Graduation is two weeks away.
-Summer only gets hotter in south Mississippi.
-She’s getting a job with air-conditioning.
She did not expect to be kidnapped walking to work.
And she never expected to become a hero.
Red Dawn meets LOST in this action-adventure/paranormal romance from Amazon bestselling author Leigh Talbert Moore.
BUY LINKS:
Amazon: http://smarturl.it/BTSAM
iTunes: http://smarturl.it/BTSiB
Google Play: http://smarturl.it/BTSGP
Nook: http://smarturl.it/BTSN
Kobo: http://smarturl.it/BTSK
Download “Captive,” (Ch. 1-5) for FREE: http://smarturl.it/BTS1AM
Paperbacks on
Amazon: http://smarturl.it/BTSPBA
CreateSpace: http://smarturl.it/BTSCS
RAFFLECOPTER GIVEAWAY:
Excerpts:
Behind the Stars
By Leigh Talbert Moore
© 2014, Leigh T. Moore
The guards moved among us, placing dentist-office Dixie cups of what looked like water in front of everyone. A separate guard came to where I sat on the floor, clutching my knees. She lightly took my arm.
“Please return to the table.” Her voice was smooth. “You’ve had a shock. Have some water.”
I wasn’t about to drink anything they gave us. It was Day One all over again, only this time, it was Guyana. We were all being served the Kool-Aid. Next stop, mass graves.
Stupidly, my friends and fellow prisoners had no such qualms. Didn’t anybody watch the History channel? I stared as they all took shaky sips without hesitation.
“Just take a small sip.” The female guard was still with me. “It’ll calm you.”
My throat constricted. My whole body was on revolt. Shaking my head, I didn’t meet her eyes. I only stared at the white cup of water. Braxton was at my side, and he drained his. What the hell made him do that? Did he want to die?
Seconds ticked past and nothing happened. Nobody passed out. Nobody did anything strange—except forget what we’d just witnessed here. Braxton picked up his fork to finish his lunch. They all did. Like one of us had not just been taken out “swiftly and finally.”
Only he had, and I was reeling from the shock.
* * *
Behind the Stars
By Leigh Talbert Moore
© 2014, Leigh T. Moore
Prentiss
“Hearing that story makes me wish I could have been the one to protect you,” he said.
“I don’t need your protection,” I sniffed. “I’m little, but I can take care of myself.”
“Everyone needs help. Sometimes.” He reached up and slid the hair back from his face exposing the scar on his cheek.
I didn’t know how to answer that. I still didn’t know how he’d gotten those scars, but more than that, I didn’t know who I wanted protecting me now.
I stepped through the fence. “I guess this is good-night,” I whispered.
“Sleep well, doctor.”
I shook my head and sneaked past the cabins across the dark yard and into the dormitory. Once inside I stood for several minutes with my face pressed against the doorjamb.
Why was this happening? I wasn’t this kind of person. Other girls got their feelings all mixed up over boys, but I didn’t. That question had been settled in my mind years ago, and yet here I was acting like a starry-eyed little twit. I was failing in my job to rescue us. Everyone was counting on me, and here I was useless, fighting this battle with myself. I had to get it together. I had to get myself back on track, for all of us.
About the Author
Leigh Talbert Moore lives with her husband and two young children in the middle of the country, where she conjures new worlds, characters, and situations while playing chauffeur, chaperone, group activity leader, and referee.
Also by Leigh Talbert Moore:
-DRAGONFLY (New Adult family saga; Book #1 in the Dragonfly series)
-UNDERTOW (New Adult family saga; Book #2 in the Dragonfly series)
-WATERCOLOR (New Adult family saga; Book #3 in the Dragonfly series)
-MOSAIC (New Adult family saga; Book #4/final book in the Dragonfly series)
-BEHIND THE STARS (NA Action-adventure/paranormal romance)
-THE TRUTH ABOUT FAKING (YA romantic comedy)
-THE TRUTH ABOUT LETTING GO (YA coming of age; Top 5 Finalist, 2013 “Best Indie Book Awards” sponsored by The Kindle Book Review)
-ROUGE (New Adult romantic suspense; Quarterfinalist, 2013 Amazon Breakthrough Novel Award)
From Leigh:
*I love hearing from readers! Send feedback, ask questions, or say hello at leightmoore(at)gmail.com.
*Visit my website: www.leightmoore.com
*You can also find me on Facebook, where I post my latest book news, sales, and excerpts: www.facebook.com/LeighTalbertMoore
*I’m Tsu.co: https://www.tsu.co/leightmoore
*And I’m on Twitter and Instagram as @leightmoore
*Sign up for my newsletter for new release and sale updates here: http://eepurl.com/tzVuP
*Get exclusive Text Alerts for Sales & New Releases! Text “LeighTMoore” to to 77948 Today! (Max 6 messages per month; HELP for help; STOP to cancel; Text and Data rates may apply. Privacy policy available, leightmoore@gmail.com)
January 29, 2015
Bait is #99cents!
BAIT LINKS:
Amazon: US http://amzn.to/1w4ySyp | Amazon: UK http://goo.gl/2w6Ecn | Amazon: CA http://goo.gl/hjbwMZ |Amazon: AU http://goo.gl/s1w3Rl
Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/MHXcHA | Kobo: http://goo.gl/BH7q49 | iBooks: http://goo.gl/E1nYMD
Bait Excerpt
Blake
Saturday, February 14, 2009
THE WEEKEND WASN’T GOING to make anything better, but I had to give it a shot.
I was shaking. Running the razor up my soapy leg. I’d been nervous all day.
It had to be the last time, but I wanted to make it count. I knew how twisted that was. Finish on top, as they say. After tonight I’d go back to being the adoring fiancée.
I’d be faithful.
And if that was my last night with Casey, I’d need to make it count. I wanted to remember every second.
After my legs were smooth and everything else was in order. I put my face under the hot stream of water coming from the showerhead. I thought about the shower we took in Seattle. About how his hands roamed my body and touched me everywhere a man could touch a woman. My hand ran down to my core, feeling my trimmed hair.
God I want to feel you bare. I don’t want anything in between us.
His words echoed through my mind and I reached for the soap and the razor. I’d gone down to naked skin before, but it was a very, very
long time ago. I thought it was probably in college.
I took my time, doing a thorough job. When I was finished my skin felt new and sensitive. Like the hair had been hiding me from wondrous sensations. I ran my fingers over myself and anticipated Casey’s doing the same.
After I had dried myself and applied his favorite-smelling lotion, I blow dried my hair, then stained my cheeks and lips and darkened my eyes and lashes.
I pulled a black garter up each leg. I wasn’t going to be wearing much, but I wanted to enjoy him taking his time removing them. I pulled the black, thigh-high stocking up my calves and fastened them to the garters with the clips that hung from ice-blue bows. I slipped my legs through the black silk underwear and prepared myself for the icing on the cake. The set that I’d ordered, and was currently dressing in, came with a corset.
It was black with ice-blue ribbons matching the bows on the garters and panties. It laced up the front. I’d looked at the ones that laced from behind, but they looked like a nightmare. I’d already have a struggle getting into one I could watch myself lace.
When the last hook and eye was latched, I straightened it and pulled. Instantly my chest looked bigger, fuller and heaved from the already very low-cut fabric that held my breasts. I ran my hands up the sides, feeling the rigid and straight boning, and yet I felt so comfortable and held together.
I pulled on the blue silk robe that completed the ensemble and went out into the main room to find the shoes and start a fire. I plugged my phone into the suite’s speakers and got out the champagne, putting it on ice in a bucket on the coffee table in the main room. I brought a plate of cheese and fruit to the table and then I went back to the kitchenette for the last piece.
The courage. The kind from a bottle. I had ordered a small decanter and placed it on the table as well. I was going to need a few shots if I ever had a prayer of pulling this off. Seduction wasn’t my forte. But he deserved it.
I usually felt so awkward and clumsy during sex. Well. Not with Casey.
With him I felt worshiped and desired. He acted like he craved me in the way he moaned from kissing my neck sometimes. It made me feel special. Made me feel sexy and wanton.
I arranged the extra pillows and blankets, that I’d ordered up, and they looked so inviting there on the floor in the center of the room.
I’d given it some thought on my plane ride here this morning. I wanted the night to be unforgettable. It was already unforgivable.
I downed two shots. Back to back. The cognac tasted sweet and bold. The taste lingered on my tongue.
I left the robe on. I wanted him to open me like an expensive gift. I wanted to watch his eyes up close when he saw what I was hiding underneath.
I’d told him to be there at eight and it was five to when he knocked. I’d left him a key—as was customary for us at hotels then—knowing he would use it if I didn’t answer.
I rose to my feet, with an extra four inches added from the Brian Atwood heels which Reggie bought me for Christmas. How was I to know they’d come in so handy when I’d sent him a joking picture in a text message version of a fairy-tale princess’s Christmas list?
As I stood there preparing myself, my heartbeat didn’t exactly feel fast; it just felt strong. A powerful pulsing that reverberated throughout my whole body.
The door handle clicked.
I’d turned the lights out, only a few recessed lights over the bar area and the fireplace remained lighting the room. It was tastefully amber and dim. The backlighting behind his body from the bright hallway, when he opened the door, gave me a chill.
He wore a perfectly tailored suit and looked so masculine in profile. It fit to his tight body in magical ways. His hair was tamed back with that miracle product he used to make it look controlled, and in the light, I could see the front was beginning its rebellion, loosening and falling forward more than it should.
He looked like a king. King Casey.
He closed the door gently and pocketed his hand into his slacks making the fabric taught over his already visible bulge.
I licked my lips.
I wanted another shot, but I didn’t dare move.
His blue eyes glittered from the lick of the flames behind me.
The song changed. I recognized it within the first few chords. The single guitar. The arpeggio. Slow Dancing in a Burning Room.
I swallowed. Eyeing him standing there, looking at me, the beautiful confusion of it all made my mouth water.
His eyes wandered over me like a search light, both warning and guiding my body home.
He walked toward me and I started forward to meet him halfway, but he held a hand up and stopped where he was when we were still feet apart.
“You look like my wildest dream.” His perfect hand still hung in the air. “Let me look you at you little more. This memory has to last me long time, honeybee.” He pandered his time. I watched him examine every detail of me. I thought I’d feel self-conscious, but the opposite happened.
I was proud, and having him take the time to look at every one of the things I’d done to get his attention felt so gratifying. I had prayed that at least one would capture his interest.
The corners of his lips quirked when his eyes shifted focus down toward my garter clips. He faked coolness by biting his bottom lip, but he didn’t fool me.
Finally, he said, “Come here.”
My right leg, my left leg and I, we all went to him together. My entire body working on its own. It was so easy.
“Wait, one more thing,” he interjected. Then did the international sign for spin-it-a-around, his smile bleeding through every feature on his face. His eyes looked like neon in the darkness.
I did a slow twirl, looking over my shoulder on my way back around. I batted my eyes to get a reaction.
“You look like the definition of temptation.” His eyes squinted and he pantomimed a come-here head nod. God, his claws were sunk so deep into me. If I looked like temptation, he looked precisely capable of charming-the-pants-off the Queen of England.
With my shoes, the height brought my eyes to his lips, my favorite latitude on planet Earth.
He ran a hand over my hair and pushed it behind my shoulder. “I can almost taste you, you smell that good,” he said, hushed. “You did all of this for me?”
“I did.” I was fixated on his mouth. I wanted to put my lips on him. I wanted to touch and undress him, but this was his show and I was only too happy letting him run it. The energy coming off him was palpable.
“Do you know how hard I am? I don’t know if you considered my lack of restraint when it comes to you this close to me.” His hands grazed way down my arms. “What is all of this?”
“I wanted to do something for you.” I looked up at him through my lashes. “I want to make you happy. I want to be your Valentine.” I took a deep breath, the anticipation of his body hot against mine at the forefront of my thoughts. “Open me.”
Ten fingers rushed my face and his lips crushed mine. Then he lifted me into the air. Eye to eye. Mouth to mouth. His arms wrapped around me and held me close. Mine went straight into his hair, my fin-gers spreading to get a grip on my unavoidable man.
“You taste like the night we met,” I heard him say.
He walked us farther into the room, me in his arms, our mouths tasting one another, his tongue circling mine to a beat unheard before.
I let my head fall to his neck and I opened my mouth to wet him with kisses, inhaling his scent—earthy and masculine and something sweet and only him.
The music changed again, but at that time, I couldn’t tell you what the song was.
When my feet touched the floor again, his hands were urgent. He undid the bow where my robe tied in the front and he pushed the silk off my shoulders. The fabric easily slid off me.
The look in his eyes was feral. “Look at you. You’re trying to kill me, aren’t you?” He teased as his hands found my breasts and cupped me. Like he couldn’t decide what he wanted to touch, he roamed me. Over the tight trussed-up corset, around to my ass, and back in quick succession.
“I’ve missed you. I know I’m not good to you and I’m sorry,” I said, not knowing where the words were coming from.
With a finger over my mouth he said, “Shhh. I’m a big boy. I can handle it.”
He was right. He did handle it, but what I didn’t know was how. I could barely manage.
He continued, “You’re my Valentine. Tonight you’re mine. Understand me? Even your thoughts.” He caressed my cheek. “Don’t think about anything but me. That’s what I want. I’m going to take every-thing you’re wearing off. I’m going to touch every inch of you with my mouth. And I’m not going to pretend this is just a fling tonight, like I’ve done every time. For one night, I want you to pretend like it’s me you’re promised to,” his thumbs ran over my lips, “Mine to care for and adore. Say yes to me. Even if it is only for tonight. Please?”
His words came honest. I knew he didn’t always say what he felt, because of me. Because I fought my feelings hard and so, battled his as well.
I’d said the most honest sentence I had, “Then I’m yours.” And with all my damned heart, I wished the words were true. He had never offered me more, and I didn’t think he ever would.
He took his time unwrapping me. I luxuriated in the feeling of his hands on me and my body followed his gentle direction. When the cor-set was gone and I stood there in my panties, my hands began wandering him. I couldn’t help want to touch his body the way he had been mine.
My nimble fingers undid the button on his coat and he shrugged out of it. My hands untucked his pressed dress shirt and began the climb of buttons separating him from me. I pulled it open and found him, like always, well defined and muscular. His stomach cut with lean muscles that flexed under my hands. His chest strong and firm. The long ridge of his collarbone, my favorite meal.
I didn’t bother with removing his shirt. Having even the slightest access to him was enough for me.
In my panties, stockings, and shoes I bent down to my knees with one thing in mind. I wanted to taste, to touch, and to have all of him. To please only him.
I kissed along the top edge of his dress pants, undoing his belt, and pulling it through its loops. Then, I tossed it away. The zipper went the way zippers do in these situations, and to my wonderful surprise, he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. I smiled at my discovery. It looked like he had finally made a decision about his undergarments.
My mouth continued to water.
His skin, too, was bare. But unknown to him, so was I.
My fingers circled underneath his length and pulled him out. I ran both of my hands under his pants to his ass and pulled them down farther to expose his scrotum, taught and collected tightly against him. Everything about him was beautiful.
I took him into my mouth and felt him flex inside me, growing even fuller. The taste of him was so intoxicating. His skin was like catnip and the more I had of it the more I needed. I looked up at him to see him watching me in wonder, his jaw ticking and every glorious muscle from my face to his was in full view.
I moaned around his cock, the sight of him like this stealing the remnant of every wayward thought from my head. It was only him and me. This night was for us.
I moved to a slow beat, enjoying every twitch, every breath he took while I pleasured him. He stood anchored in his spot. He brushed my hair back away from me, threaded his fingers through it, and pushed himself deep inside me before he pulled out of me and urgently pulled me up his decadent body. He kissed me, still holding my head in his hands with my hair. It was rough and his chest rose and fell in time with mine.
“Go lay down over there, Blake. I want to play with my Valentines’ gift.” A shiver ran through me. He released my hair and I backed up without looking at where I was going. My body on autopilot, I did what I was told.
I felt brazen and daring. I felt like I was living a fantasy. I leaned back on my elbows and drew my legs up then parted them like I’d dreamt of doing so many nights on the phone.
He came to crouch next to me and took stock of the table’s offerings.
“May I have a drink, honeybee? Good choice with the cognac. If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were sentimental.” His voice was rich with sensuality, but his eyes were alight with happiness. He was going to play with me. I was his toy tonight. His toy.
He fixed himself a drink. Two pieces of ice clanked in the glass, then two fingers of the sweet liquor followed. He brought the short glass to his lips and hummed his pleasure at the taste.
I was on fire and the anticipation of him touching me was thrumming through my veins.
His shirt was open and his pants, although still undone in the front were pulled back up. The runaway lock of hair, which had broken formation from the rest, was gathering company from us running our hands through it.
While I’d been studying him, I hadn’t paid attention to my wandering hand that was now rubbing my breast. My mouth was open and I was nearly panting.
After he drank down half of the glass, he touched my leg at the knee and leisurely ran his fingers up the skin to my thigh. His barely there touch wasn’t enough.
I wanted more. I needed more.
I spread my legs farther for him and unabashedly ran my hand to my sex. I rubbed myself over my panties trying to satisfy a need that was blazing deep inside me. His eyes watched me touch myself and I saw that his desire matched mine. The usually cool and easy-going Casey, was again gone, and in his place was the take-control lover I dreamed about nearly every night.
On his knees he climbed closer to me, between my legs, and his hand met mine.
“I want you, Casey.”
He replied, with a firm demanding voice, “Say it again.”
“I want you.”
Maybe it was the ambiance and romantic mood of the room. Maybe I felt so free because it was, decidedly, my last time with him.
That singular thought made me panic and I had to remind myself why. I had to recite in my head, Because you’re marrying another man. Because Casey only likes chasing you. Because he doesn’t want the same things you do. He doesn’t want a family. He doesn’t want a home. He likes traveling and being carefree.
And it was those exact things that made me believe I had to leave him and made my heart retch to let him go. Because he would never offer me anything different and I could no longer live with the desperate yearning I had for him, that was entwined with my deeper desires for home, future, and stability.
Then he caught me and halted the runaway train that was my thoughts.
“I told you, honeybee. No thinking like that.”
Had I said all that out loud? Or was it possible my thoughts were loud enough to hear.
Still, even though my mind was playing chess with itself, my body and heart never strayed. They belonged to him.
“Then kiss me. Distract me.”
He reached for the table and his glass, emptying it in his mouth and I watched as he downed every last drop, including the ice. Returning the empty glass to the table, his eyes found mine and I saw a hint of mischief.
He dipped his head to my neck. The sensation was hot, but I could feel the coolness of the ice at the same time. He kissed my chest and when he took my nipple into his mouth the ice across my warm flesh sent a rush of need straight through me. I bucked my hips trying to find the pressure and friction I craved, but he backed away and down my body, taking his ice with him.
When he got to the elastic at the top of my panties he stopped and looked up at me.
“You’re so beautiful, Blake. Your body was made for me.” He kissed above the little blue bow on my panties. He said, low and sultry, “Your smell haunts me.” He dipped his head lower and breathed me in, his eyes flickering as he inhaled. “I crave the taste of you, like a man starved.”
Sitting up a little, he grasped both sides of the thin string that circled my hips on both sides of the expensive lingerie bottoms.
Then they were gone.
He caressed me with his stare. His eyes took in my bared flesh and he prayed, “Mercy.”
This passage is protected under copyright ©M. Mabie 2015
Connect with M. Mabie: Website | Amazon | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads | tsū
Click here for $25 Amazon GC a Rafflecopter giveaway from M. Mabie
January 27, 2015
Happy Birthday @JillianDodd
she has a present for you!
For ONE WEEK ONLY, you can get the entire Keatyn Chronicles – SEVEN BOOKS – for 99 cents!
Keatyn has a life most girls would dream of.
She’s
the daughter of America’s favorite actress. Has a closet full of
designer clothes. A Malibu beach house. The hottest boyfriend at school.
But the girl who seems to have everything isn’t happy with the direction of her life, so she makes a wish on the moon.
Follow Keatyn on her journey of discovering what’s really important in life and love in this modern-day epic fairytale.
Because, sometimes, wishes do come true.
Pick up the set for you own collection
or gift to a friend.
iBooks | Amazon | B&N | KOBO
STALK ME – Book 1Keatyn
has everything she ever dreamed. Her life is following the script she
wrote for the perfect high school experience. She’s popular, goes to the
best parties, dates the hottest guy, and sits at the most-coveted lunch
table.
She’s just not sure she wants it anymore.
Because, really, things aren’t all that perfect.
Her best friend is threatening to tell everyone her perfect relationship is a scam.
Her perfect boyfriend gets drunk at every party they go to.
It’s exhausting always trying to look and act perfect.
And, deep down, she isn’t sure if she has any true friends.
To add to the drama, her movie star mom has a creepy stalker.
A hot, older man flirts with her and tells her they should make a movie together.
And she’s crushing on an adorable surfer. Dating him would mean committing social suicide.
So she writes a new script. One where all the pieces of her life will come together in perfect harmony.
But little does she know, there’s someone who will do anything to make sure that doesn’t happen.
KISS ME – Book 2
I’ve always written scripts for my perfect life.
But no way could I have ever scripted this.
My life is so far from perfect, it’s not even funny.
All because of a stalker.
I’m at a boarding school where I have to lie about who I am.
I can’t see my family.
I’m tutoring a Hottie God that tortures me with his smile.
The most popular girl already hates me.
But there’s this boy.
This hot, sweet, sexy boy.
So I’m going to stop trying to script my life and just live it.
Because who knows how long I have left.
DATE ME – Book 3
I’m not scripting my life anymore.
I’m living it.
I’m done with the God of all Hotties.
I’m going to give my heart to the boy who I think deserves it.
The boy whose kisses are hotter than molten lava.
The boy who offered me the key to his heart.
The boy who asked me to Homecoming in a big, sexy way.
There are so many things to look forward to.
Parties at the Cave. Homecoming festivities. Drama Tryouts. Shopping trips to NY.
But things aren’t always as perfect as they seem.
I find out that my best friend has been keeping a secret from me.
Not that I can blame him.
I have secrets too.
But, for now, I’m going to pretend I’m just a normal girl.
I’m going to pretend he’s not still out there.
I’m going to pretend he’s not getting desperate.
I’m going to pretend I’ll never see him again.
But, I will.
And this time, I might not get away.
LOVE ME – Book 4
My mom says that you can’t love someone until you learn to love yourself.
So even though Vincent is getting more and more scary.
Even though he’s doing a nationwide search for me.
I’m going to learn to love myself.
Well, I’m going to try.
Mostly, I want a boy to love me.
But which one?
Dawson – The gorgeous boy who made a mistake, but whose molten lava kisses and steaminess I can’t freaking resist.
or
Aiden
– The God of all Hotties, who is practically infused with love potion.
Who I thought liked me, but now says he wants to be my friend.
or
Brooklyn – The boy that first stole my heart. Who has always loved me. Well, until the whole cabana incident.
I
mean, it was bad enough when there was sort of a love triangle, but now
that I’m talking to B again, it’s like I’m in a love rectangle, or a
rhombus, or something.
Oh, and did I mention Cooper Steele?
The new soccer coaching, health teaching, tattooed hunk?
Who Garrett sent to school to guard my body.
I mean, be my bodyguard.
But back to loving me.
I should forget about boys and worry about me.
Love me.
Like, eventually.
ADORE ME – Book 4.5 (Novella)
I’ve finally become the kind of girl my little sisters could look up to.
Except for the lies.
Lying to my friends is killing me.
And the longer I’m there—the closer we get—the more I feel like I’m being eaten from the inside out.
If I go back to Eastbrooke, I’ll end up nothing but a shell.
So I’m not going back.
I’m going to St. Croix by myself. And for the first time in my life, I’m okay with being alone.
Except…I don’t actually end up on the island alone.
HATE ME – Book 5
I was told if I went away, he’d forget about me, lose interest, and move on.
But he hasn’t.
In fact, my being gone has only made things worse.
So it’s time for me to take matters into my own hands.
It’s time for me to fight back.
Hey, Vincent. You ready for a little chaos?
GET ME – Book 6
Will Keatyn get her life back?
And if she does, which life will she choose?
I love anything sparkly, hot pink, or bright orange. I’m hoping to have a
midlife crisis soon, so I can justify the purchase of a hot pink car
with thick black racing stripes. I love to paint, doodle, draw, design
interiors, rearrange furniture, cheer for my Huskers, cook, entertain,
and shop for shoes. I’m addicted to diet coke, Donald Pliner shoes,
reading, and buffalo wing popcorn.
January 23, 2015
To have and to Hold…. #HellsInk @Nicole1Reed
Synopsis
WARNING: This book is not suitable for children under the age of seventeen due to language, sexual content, and intense subject matter.
In this Brotherhood you live or die by the three-piece patch. For Hold Dawson, Vice-President of the Hells Highwaymen Motorcycle Club, it’s not just black ink tattooed on his body, but the religion he worships, and the law that governs his life. Nothing else matters. Family by choice and not by blood. More sacred than a shared name. Bound by respect. Loyal to death.
Unity. Respect.
Love. Devotion.
Forever.
But there’s another side to this life. One the President, Hold’s own father, lives and regulates by.
Merciless. Wrathful.
Murderous. Dishonest.
Lethal.
It’s blood in and blood out and only one man gets to be king.
Amazon: http://goo.gl/E6ttpV
Amazon.uk: http://goo.gl/lpEQtU
Amazon.c: http://goo.gl/Zv5vqt
Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/UKK7dU
Casey’s Thoughts
When Beautiful Ink ends, you sit there craving more, and Hell’s Ink is the perfect follow up to Beautiful Ink. I fell in love with Holder in Beautiful Ink. There was always something about him that had me cheering him on and praying that even though he has no choice in this life, he still has a good heart in there somewhere.
“Short Skirts were his kryptonite and he was pretty sure Superman never hit on Batman’s girl”
Hold is a mess. Hel’s still has a hold on his heart, the MC is going to shit, and he’s swore off finding an “old lady.” He believes that no one needs to be involved with him unless it’s a roll around in the sack, but even in those moments, his mind still drifts to Hels. That is until Mikey’s new to town interest catches his eye, and as much as he tries to stay away from Shyla, it’s damn near impossible. That’s where conflicts arise between between Mikey, the MC, and a world wind hurricane with his father.
“Hold might be a hard man, but he wasn’t a hard man to love.”
Shyla has no one left except for her Aunt Diamond, and she’s unsure if she glad to see her or not. As a child, Shyla remembers the family she had both by blood and not with her father’s MC. It’s a life that makes her feel like home. When Hold comes into her life she sees him for his true self, and this is not a beautiful image. Regardless, she loves him, but when the MC life plays a toll on her, she has to decide to let the person she is go or fight to keep her alive. Her love for Hold is also her breaking point.
Hell’s Ink is Holden’s story. We are able see how his mind works and how he tries to make things right. This story didn’t leave me speechless like Beautiful Ink, but that is due to the nature of that story. Hell’s Ink takes you on a roller coaster ride of emotions. This story had me wanting Ward dead. I mean kill the mofo and have no remorse for it at all! (Gosh, that sounds ruthless!) More importantly it gives insight to what happened when Hel’s and Hold were kids, what happened after Hels left, and kept me praying that Hold finds a happily ever after. Hold is given a new chance at love, but his fears and lifestyle hold him at bay. Is Hold ready to let go of Hels completely? Will he find a new happiness with one that bends with the rules? or Will he lost everything family, the MC, and his past, present, and future?
About the Author
Nicole Reed is the New York Times Bestselling Author of Ruining You. She is a true Southern girl, enjoying life with her husband and three children in the peachy state of Georgia. As a child, she discovered another world between the pages of a book. In 2012, she self-published her first book Ruining Me, and then followed it with Ruining You, Cake, and Wasted Heart. Her books have also been listed on the overall Top 100 Amazon and Barnes & Noble Bestselling list. She is represented by Ginger Clark with Curtis Brown, LTD. You can follow her on Facebookwww.facebook.com/authornicole..., Twitter @nicole1reed, and her websitewww.nicolereedbooks.com.
Social Media Links:
Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/2952211.Nicole_Reed
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Nicole-Reed/e/B009I3H2P6/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1
Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/authornicolereed
Twitter: http://www.twitter.com/Nicole1Reed
Website: https://www.nicolereedbooks.com
January 22, 2015
There’s always an end to a chase! #ChasingCarson by Amanda Bennett is live!
AVAILABLE NOW
Chasing Carson (U.S. Marshal Series 2) by Amanda Bennett
Synopsis:
Carson: My life was flipped upside down when my sister miraculously came back from the dead, and unfortunately I was left feeling like I was back in her shadow, yet again. But all that seemed to fade away once he came strutting through my front door. He was beautiful beyond words, and had a way of talking that would make any girl fall for him, but that was the problem. Now I found myself fighting every urge to be with him, regardless of how much my heart ached for him.
Ruger: I had never met anyone like her in my entire existence. She was snarky and sassy, and that was exactly what I loved about her. She wasn’t susceptible to my charm like most other girls, and that made the chase, that much more rewarding. I need her and want her all the same, but unfortunately for me my life and career tend to get in the way. Sometimes you have to have faith to get the one thing you’ve always wanted, but would she want me in return after knowing the real me?
Casey’s Thoughts
Chasing Carson is a story of a girl. One who pretends to be someone she’s not, but in doing so, she puts herself in danger. After the return of her sister Lyndley, Carson feels life is back to how it used to be- she’s just imaginary.
Ruger, her future bro-in-laws bff and another US Marshal knows that there is something between he and Carson. Each time he thinks things might work between them, Carson pulls away and hauls ass the opposite direction. Not to mention her daddy is anti-Rugar.
As their worlds collide, Carson sees something she shouldn’t. They are forced to rely on each other. When Ruger is put in harms way, Carson realizes she can’t live without him. It's time to stop pretending to be someone she not and to be Carson.
This story is another fabulous read by Amanda Bennett. There’s love, hottness, suspense, action and a few other surprises you won’t see coming. If you loved Protecting Lyndley then you will love Carson’s story… not to mention fall head over heels for Ruger!
Purchase Link: http://tinyurl.com/kr5nfpj
To keep up with all things Amanda Bennett:
http://www.facebook.com/authoramandabennett
http://www.authoramandabennett.com
http://www.twitter.com/AmandaBennett81
http://www.instagram.com/AUTHORAMANDABENNETT
Saving You by Kelly Elliott is LIVE!
What happens when your head and heart contradict each other regarding the one person you’ve always wanted?
Growing up, Luke Johnson and Libby Hayes thought they would be best friends forever.
One kiss changed everything. Fearing his love for Libby could cost him their friendship, Luke chooses to listen to his head—instead of his heart.
Will the regrets of denying the one person Luke wants to give himself to, end up leaving him lost and alone? Or will Libby be able to save him with her love?
Saving You is book 2 in the Love Wanted In Texas Series.
AMAZON
iBooks
Kelly Elliott is married to a wonderful Texas cowboy who has
a knack for making her laugh almost daily and supports her crazy ideas and
dreams for some unknown reason…he claims it’s because he loves her!
She’s also a mom to an amazing daughter who is constantly
asking for something to eat while her fingers move like mad on her cell phone
sending out what is sure to be another very important text message.
In her spare time she loves to sit in her small corner
overlooking the Texas hill country and write.
One of her favorite things to do is go for hikes around her
property with Gus….her chocolate lab and the other man in her life, and Rose,
her golden retriever. When Kelly is not outside helping the hubby haul brush,
move rocks or whatever fun chore he has in store for her that day, you’ll find
her inside reading, writing or watching HGTV.
WEBSITE
GOODREADS
AMAZON AUTHOR PAGE
Brought To You by:
