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March 29, 2014
Book Blitz: RENEE TROFE'S ONE NIGHT WITH MOLLY
Book Title: One Night with Molly
Author: Renee Trofé
Genre: New Adult
Release Date: March 29, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Meet Shayla Jones, your typical mid-western girl who just moved to Palm Beach and is taken in by socialite McKenzie Carmichael for a night on the town that will forever change her life. Shay knows her new friend McKenzie is bad news, but she has to play nice if she wants to learn her way around Palm Beach and meet all the right people. Besides, she set out to move to a new town and let go of the good girl image she has been hanging onto for so long, and that is exactly what she intends to do. When McKenzie ultimately strands Shay at an after-hours party, she knows she needs to cut ties with her new friend, but if she does, will she ever see Jared again? Follow the adventure as Shay is faced with decisions that will question her morals as she is slipped into a night of drugs and passion; from blowing up in the club to coming down on the beach, One night with Molly will leave you breathless and begging for more!
***Contains adult content including drug use and explicit sex. Recommended for adults 18+*** 
Renee Trofé spent most of her life as a ‘Jane of all trades’ before finally settling on her first true love … writing. From phone sex operator to bartender, Renee has seen and heard it ALL. As an up and coming new adult author, her style is a bit more edgy, touching on a variety of real life topics ranging from drug use to irresponsible sex. Her guilty pleasure is devouring new adult and erotica books, and her favorite pastime is spending her days on the beach with her kindle, downloading the latest sizzling best-seller, and daydreaming about the hot sex scenes which she will play out in the bedroom later. She shares a home at the beach with her fiance which ultimately belongs to their weiner dog, Lola. Yep, it’s Lola’s world — they are just living in it. Reneé adores her life and wouldn’t have it any other way. 
I opened my eyes again, and we locked in a hypnotic gaze. I didn’t look away like I normally would when a hot guy caught me staring. I held the gaze and just keep dancing. I felt seductive for the first time in my life. The hottest guy I had ever seen was watching me with a hunger in his eyes. And I was dancing for him.
The song changed, breaking my concentration from Jared and back to the DJ. A feeling of euphoria filled my entire body as I looked out at the scene before me, taking it all in. I love it here. I want to dance all night. Suddenly I felt a hand on my hip. It startled me, but I didn’t mind. A body moved up against me and started to move in harmony with mine. I shot a look over my shoulder and caught a glimpse of Jared. My face now only inches from his. I turned my body around so we were face to face. Still moving with the beat of the music, our bodies melded. Now I was hot. Why is it so hot in here? Up close I could see he had a small silver piercing just below his bottom lip and it protruded forward as he bit his lower lip and stared deep into my eyes.
I mirrored his gesture and bit my lower lip, looked up at him with my large doe eyes as he started to grind closer to me. With his hand on the small of my back he pulled me into him, pressing his body hard into mine. The smell of his cologne was intoxicating. I had an overwhelming urge to kiss him, our lips now only an inch apart, at best. I wondered if he felt the same. Is he going to kiss me? God, how I want him to kiss me! His took his finger and gently ran it from the base of my neck down my décolleté and stopped right above my cleavage. My skin moistened from sweat, my panties moistened in arousal. Why was he teasing me? I wanted him so badly I considered pulling him off to the bathroom. Have some class, Shay. My conscience reared its ugly head for the first time all night. Glad to know I still had it, but unwilling to listen, I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, exposing my vulnerable neck. I saw flashes of light pulsating through my closed eyelids, and I felt Jared’s hand move from the small of my back down to my ass as he gripped it in his palm. Finally, soft lips met my neck. He gently kissed his way up until our mouths were in perfect alignment. He paused, and I could feel his breath on my face. We were so close. Why won’t he kiss me? Unable to take it any longer, I latched my fingers around his neck and pulled his mouth into mine.
His lips soft on mine, kissed me slowly at first, and then the whole world around us seemed to fade away, and I was lost in his embrace. I teased him a bit, circling his piercing with the tip of my tongue, and then put it in my mouth and tugged gently with my teeth. I had never been so forward with a guy before, but I couldn’t stop myself. My attraction for him was animalistic and the way he looked at me, with a craving in his eyes, told me he felt the same. His hands made their way up my back, my hair tangled in his fingers as he pulled me deeper into him—just forcefully enough to be sexy, yet still rough enough to drive me crazy. His touch did something to my body I had never experienced before, but I liked it, and I wanted more.
I moaned through muffled lips as he started to kiss me hard and deep. It was like our mouths were made for each other. We were full-on making out in the middle of the VIP section, and I just didn’t give a shit who was watching. My eyes still closed, we sucked and licked on each other’s lips in time to the music. I could feel his erection pushed up against my pelvic bone as he grinded himself into me. I was ready to give myself to him when my conscience came back. Don’t give it all at once, Shay. That bitch had the worst timing. But I knew better than to give it all at once. At least I hadn’t lost all of my senses—just my hormones.
I pulled away slowly, lingering on his bottom lip for a moment before letting it go as I looked deep into his eyes. They had a yearning in them now, a look of lust. I knew I had turned him on, I could feel the confirmation still pushed up against me. He leaned in for one last kiss as the song changed, and suddenly it was like he had been awakened from a trance. For me it was more like waking up from a wet dream—still hot and bothered, yet bummed it was over. He flashed me his sexiest grin that let me know he enjoyed our encounter, then turned and walked over to Pope and grabbed a beer from the ice. Our dance was over.
I wondered if he danced with all the girls like that.
I wondered if we’d ever dance again.
I knew one thing for certain … I didn’t want the night to end. 
March 28, 2014
LIVE: END OF THE BEGINNING!
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LIVE: END OF THE BEGINNING!
To celebrate the eighth release in the Naughty Nookie series, End Of The Beginning, I have some freebie promos running on all of Marina’s books. :)
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IT'S ALIVE: End Of The Beginning (Marina: Part Four: Naughty Nookie Series) eBook: Serena Akeroyd: Kindle Store
Marina is tired of questions; she’s tired of needing answers. But as always, on Blue Ridge, that’s impossible. And with Nate’s treachery having been revealed, Marina is left with more unanswered questions to drive her crazy.
She trusted her lover, had believed in him implicitly, but with his lies, how can she? Can their relationship survive the hard truths of his past? Can they survive with a murderer roaming around Blue Ridge? And will Marina’s own past come back to haunt her?
It’s the end of the beginning for Nate and Marina, but is it the end full stop?
Approx 41,000 words
March 27, 2014
Sexual Appetites of Vampires by Donna Fletcher!
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By Donna Fletcher
Paranormal Romance
Date Published: February 25, 2014
Lara Bennett intends to only take a few minutes of Michael Valaine’s time. But then she only has a few minutes since a snowstorm is about to hit the area. She’ll interview him, ask him a few questions about his family’s strange heritage and be on her way before the first snowflake falls.
Things don’t go as planned for Lara. First, Michael Valaine is a drop-dead gorgeous man and second, and most importantly, he claims to be a vampire. She assumes he’s either annoyed with her for her impromptu interview or he’s crazy, either way she wants out of his home and away from him.
A blinding snowstorm stops her from leaving and she’s faced with the prospect of riding it out with either a crazy man or a vampire. That is until Michael’s eyes begin to glow red, his lips draw back in a snarl, and his fangs descend.
Lara’s about to find out, firsthand, the information she came looking for…exactly what is the sexual appetites of vampires?
EXCERPT
Lara had met plenty of people who believed themselves a creature of the night. Some were just plain nuts while others played at it. She wasn’t sure if Michael Valaine fell into either category. And that was even more frightening.
“The need for sex can border on complete madness when a vampire is in need of it.”
Madness. Now there was something she could agree with. Michael Valaine was stark raving mad.
“But that type of aching hunger, a need to devour, is what vampires try to keep at bay for it comes with consequences. So we keep ourselves well satisfied with sex with willing human women of which there is an abundant supply.”
Lara finally had it. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You really expect me to believe this bullshit. I get it. You’re annoyed with me for showing up unexpected, and so you decide to play a little game with me. See if I frighten easily. Well, you chose the wrong woman, buddy. But I do have to thank you for giving me some great material for the book. Now I’m leaving and will never darken your already dark doorstep again.”
“What were you expecting to find when you came here?” he asked accusingly.
His dark eyes grew so intense that Lara thought they glowed black. “Certainly not a grown man who claims he’s a vampire.”
“So you’re upset because you meet a vampire who can answer your questions about sex?”
Lara rolled her eyes. “Really? You’re going to continue to claim that you’re a vampire. A blood-sucking, unearthly creature that is ravenous when it comes to sex.”
“I thought you came for the truth.”
“The truth would be nice, but it seems that you are intent on continuing your little game. I, however, do not wish to play.”
That sly smile of his surfaced again. “I guarantee that you would enjoy playing with me, Lara.”
“That’s it, I’m leaving.”
Michael stood. “I’ll see you to the door.”
“Not necessary, I know the way out,” she said, buttoning up her jacket.
“Just because I am a vampire doesn’t mean I’m not a gentleman,” he said and stepped aside for her to pass.
“A gentlemen vampire, now there’s an oxymoron if ever I heard one,” Lara said as she scooted past him, eager to get out of the house and as far away from Michael Alexandru Valaine that she could get.
A phone’s jarring ring startled Lara as she entered the foyer and made her way to the front door.
Michael picked up the phone on the side table behind the vase of a beautiful winter flora arrangement. “Michael Valaine. I see. No, not to worry I will see to the matter. Thank you for calling and see that you take care in this storm. I hear that it is to last at least two days. Good. I’m glad to hear that. My regards to your family.”
He sounded so civilized and so normal that Lara grew more annoyed. Why had he treated her in such a ridiculous fashion? Why hadn’t he simply told her that he wasn’t interested in speaking with her and send her on her way?
He approached her slowly, almost predatorily. And she was damn glad she was leaving.
He stopped next to the door, taking hold of the handle. “That was Martha. She has calls for her bed & breakfast forwarded to her sister’s place when she’s not there. Your car service called and cancelled. The snow has already started and with predictions worse than they first thought, they won’t endanger their driver or you. It looks like you’ll be my guest for the duration.”
“Hell no! I’ll find someplace to stay, but it won’t be with you,” she said and shoved his hand off the door to swing it open. Her heart dropped along with her mouth at the sight of the blizzard-like conditions. She could barely make out what was in front of her, since the snow was falling so heavily.
Michael pulled the door closed and turned the lock. The click sounded so final, as if a jailer was locking her in and there would be no escape. She was trapped with a sexy hunk of a man who thought himself a vampire. It sounded more like the setting of a romance novel than real life. But she was no swooning heroine.
She looked Michael Valaine straight in those dark eyes of his and felt like a fool saying, “Tell me you’ve been playing me and that you’re no vampire.”
“Oh, sweetheart, if only I could.”
His eyes began to glow red, his lips curled back, fangs dropped down, and Lara fainted.
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End Of The Beginning is in AMAZON’s hands!
So, I pressed...
End Of The Beginning is in AMAZON’s hands!
So, I pressed the button on part four of Marina’s Naughty Nookie tale and I’m just waiting for Amazon to review and publish it! Yikes.
I’ve come a long way with Marina; she isn’t the person who I first thought she was when I wrote Mona’s side of the tale. Her story is an evolution and while that might seem lofty for what is, in essence, an erotica novel, isn’t that the best kind of book? Where each character’s true nature evolves and the reader comes face to face with their bare bones.
I believe I’ve achieved this with Marina… I just hope the readers agree. :) Pick up your copy tomorrow, and let me know what you think. As always, it will be 99 cents on Amazon and to celebrate, as I mentioned yesterday, you can grab parts one to three FREE. As soon as they’re all live with the new pricing, I’ll post links on here.
I hope you love Marina as much as I’ve loved writing about her.
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SALES BLITZ: S CELI'S PRINCE CHARMING
Book Title: Prince Charming
Author: S. Celi
Genre: Mature Young Adult/New Adult
Release Date: January 28, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
School. Tests. Scholarships. Goals.
Senior class overachiever Geoff Miller thought he had it all figured out. All he needed to do was make it through the next six months, graduate, and get on with his life. College at the University of Virginia beckoned him— and he just wanted to put the last horrible four years at Heritage High School in the “done” folder. Geoff just didn’t count on two things: Laine Phillips, and sex. At first, his passing crush on the school princess seemed to Geoff like a distraction from a boring life in a snobby Greater Cincinnati suburb. Then one day, it turned into something more… Six months. Not that long, right? 
New Orleans born Sara Celi has lived all over the United States. She calls the Greater Cincinnati area and the Queen City home. She has spent more than a decade working in journalism and broadcasting, with jobs both on-air and off-air at TV stations in Louisiana, Ohio, and Oklahoma. Her work has appeared in numerous online publications, magazines and newspapers, and she is a contributing author to Chicken Soup For The Soul: The Power of Positive. Sara graduated cum laude from Western Kentucky University in 2004. In her spare time, she likes to read, shop, write, travel, run long distances, volunteer with the Junior League, and fund raise for Cooperative for Education, a non-profit providing educational opportunities for Guatemalan kids.
“Sure.” She bit her cherry-red lip, and watching her do it almost made me fall out of the chair. Still, she made no move to take a seat. “I wasn’t going to come over and talk to you—but, well, I just wanted to say that—well,” she broke off. “Never mind.”
“Seriously, do you want to sit down?” I asked again.
“Yeah.” She looked over her shoulder. “I just don’t want to be alone right now.”
As I hurried to move my school stuff out of the way, she slid into the metal chair and tossed her own book bag on the floor. Then I just stared at her, because I didn’t know what to say, and I couldn’t figure out why she’d sat down next to me. It just didn’t make much sense. The library had plenty of open tables, and even more computer desks. Hell, she could have had a whole section to herself if she wanted it.
So why me? Why me? WHY ME?
“Have you started the paper?” I asked when the awkwardness became too much for me to bear.
She nodded. “Yeah, last week. I’m about three quarters of the way done with the outline.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. I like English literature a lot, especially that time period.”
I sat back, surprised. No one liked Langston’s class. No one. Right? And she didn’t seem like the English type, since she never talked much in that class. I had assumed she got in just because of who she was in school and the magic spell she seemed to have over everyone—even the teachers. “So, you’re telling me you like AP English?”
She gave me a blank look, as if I shouldn’t be surprised about this.
“Well, that’s awesome. I can’t get into it. At least, not that stuff we’re learning right now.”
“It’s not that bad, Geoff. Some of it is kinda romantic.” She disappeared underneath the table and came back a few seconds later with a thick green binder, a blue pen, and her own iPad. She opened up the binder and pulled the iPad out of the case as a small smirk danced on her face.
“Wait. Are you going to study here?” I paused. “With me?”
“Sure I am. This is a library.” Laine winked. “You do know how these work, right?”
“But I mean—”
“And you look so—I don’t know—lonely sitting here all alone.”
“So you just thought you’d plop down and study with me?”
“What? Don’t you want me to?” She tilted her head and frowned, as if she didn’t understand why I’d asked the question. “That’s what people do in a library. They study. Sometimes together. Of course, I could always go study with one of the freshmen.”
But even as she said this, she made no move to get up from the table we shared. Meanwhile, all the attention in the room had turned to her. Everyone in the library stared, transfixed. She was like that ring from The Lord of the Rings. My precious.
Good fucking grief. Of course I would make that kind of lame analogy.
March 26, 2014
Kiss Me Twice by Lauren Hawkeye (Three Little Words...
Kiss Me Twice by Lauren Hawkeye
(Three Little Words #3)
Publication date: TBD
Genres: New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
The sequel to the New York Times bestselling Three Little Words… a steamy new adult rock star romance!
(love story, new adult romance, contemporary romance, alpha males, heroes, sexy romance, bad boys, falling in love, college)
Can three people have a happy ever after in a world that runs two by two?
After two years of hiding, Adele Cavanaugh has finally found happiness with her first love, serious law student Malachi Hunter… and with sexy Australian rocker Dorian Marshall, the lead singer of the band Three Little Words.
But the universe doesn’t seem to want Adele to be happy. Just when she thinks she can finally be free, the demons from her past make a devastating reappearance… and so does Malachi’s ex-girlfriend. Combined with an opportunity for the band that will take Dorian away from her, Adele wonders if she has been fooling herself all along.
Will Adele find the strength to let love win, even when it comes in a non-traditional form?
The third book in the Three Little Words series, Kiss Me Twice is a steamy New Adult romance that explores the love between two men who would rather share their woman than let her go. Two years ago Adele’s world fell to pieces… this books asks if she’s strong enough to put herself back together again.
Goodreads:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20881899-kiss-me-twice
Purchase:
Book 1: http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00IGVA8SE/ref=x_gr_w_bb?ie=UTF8&tag=httpwwwgoodco-20&linkCode=as2&camp=1789&creative=9325&creativeASIN=B00IGVA8SE&SubscriptionId=1MGPYB6YW3HWK55XCGG2
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AUTHOR BIO
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson is a writer, yoga newbie, knitting aficionado and animal lover who lives in the shadows of the great Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada. She’s older than she looks—really—and younger than she feels—most of the time—and she loves to explore the journeys that take women through life in her stories. Hawkeye’s stories include erotic historical, steamy paranormal, and hot contemporary. Make sure to check out her work as Lauren Jameson, where her erotic romances take a walk on the wild side.
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EXCERPT:
She was back.
I leaned back in the uncomfortable library chair in what I hoped was a casual manner. I stretched, something I actually needed to do after five hours hunched over my textbooks, but I was really just using the movement as an excuse to stare.
An excuse to stare at her.
After weeks of studying her in quick looks and hidden glances, there shouldn’t have been anything new to see, yet I found my gaze dragged to her anyway.
Her hair was long, a riot of silky waves that made my fingers itch to touch. Those waves were so red that they couldn’t have been natural, but it still suited her.
In contrast, her skin was pale, a creamy white that looked like it never saw the sun. Lots of it was visible, since she wore tight, low slung jeans and some skimpy little top with straps no wider than a piece of spaghetti. Yep, wide expanses of skin open to my hungry eyes.
Even more than the skin, I was fascinated by the ink that was etched onto it.
Brightly colored flowers sleeved her arms. I didn’t have a clue what kinds they were, but I knew that they suited her.
I wanted to run my fingers over them, to trace the brilliant, gem colored petals and stems. It was an urge that didn’t sit comfortably. No matter how hot she was, girls with tattoos weren’t my type.
I’d had ‘my type’ carved out for me since birth.
Tugging my stare away, I looked back at my textbook. The black print and yellow highlighter swam in front of my eyes. I blinked once, hard, and snuck another quick glance at her.
This time she was looking back. The expression on her face, in those insanely blue eyes was slightly mocking, daring me to say something, or even to just smile.
A jolt rocketed through me as I felt myself pulled into the intensity of that stare. I tried to open my mouth, to say something, but the words stuck in my throat.
Finally I tore my stare away, mortified. I felt my cheeks flush, not such a manly look for a dude.
I seriously had to get this… obsession, or whatever it was… under control, or I was going to have to find a new place to study. Though I still didn’t understand why she hung out here, in the law library. She could have been prelaw, I supposed, but I’d certainly never seen her in any of my classes. I would have noticed. Not to mention that… well… she just didn’t look like law school was her big calling. There were exceptions, true enough, but most of the people that I crammed into those massive lecture theatres with were a bit more on the conservative side than the redheaded goddess seated down the table.
More conservative… more like me.
Focus, I told myself, trying to shake her from my mind. It didn’t matter how much she fascinated me, nothing was ever going to happen in that direction. I wasn’t even sure that I wanted it to.
She was hot. I wanted her. But I couldn’t imagine us together. I had a preconceived notion of my life, a five year plan, and a sexy redhead with tattoos didn’t fit into it.
The scent hit me first. Wild and sweet, the perfume teased the insides of my nose, heated my gut.
I swallowed thickly, bracing myself, then looked up to find the gorgeous creature from my most prurient daydreams, sitting across the table from me.
“Hey,” she said, and her voice was exactly like I’d pictured it, smoky and full of sex.
“Hi.” My own voice sounded strangled. I took a deep breath, exhaled through my nose, and tried to calm the fuck down.
“Don’t you ever take a break?” She leaned over and drummed her fingers on the open page of my textbook. Those ropes of red hair brushed over the tops of her breasts as she did, and I had a sudden mental picture of that vivid scarlet against the heat of my cock.
Bad Mal. Focus.
“Well?” She repeated her question, and I blinked, struck dumb by the twilight zone of having the object of my affection actually talking to me.
And now that she was, she was going to think I was a total dumb ass.
“I have a lot of studying to do.” Man, that sounded lame. I settled back in my chair and raked a hand through my chestnut colored hair, which was likely sticking straight up after so many hours in the library. “Prelaw. You know.”
“I don’t, actually. I’m in nursing.” She tossed that long hair over her shoulder, and I watched, mesmerized, as the breasts revealed by that skimpy top jiggled with the movement. “I just like to study here.”
Pinning me with a look that I couldn’t tear myself away from, she grinned and sank her teeth into her lower lip. “It’s got a great view.”
Holy hell. Did that mean what I thought it meant?
“Don’t you have to study in nursing? Isn’t that why you’re here?” Way to go, Mal. I flinched inwardly as the most boring words ever poured out of my mouth.
But that was me—studious. Driven. Headed for an Ivy League law school, ideally the one my father had attended so many years ago.
In a word… boring.
I thought she’d make a face, one of those ones that girls do when they suddenly realize that the guy they’ve been talking to is a complete dud. Instead she surprised me by tilting her chair back and laughing. I didn’t get the impression that she was laughing at me.
“Yes, I have to study.” She grinned and let the chair fall flat again, the resultant thunk echoing through the silence of the library. “But I believe in taking breaks from time to time.”
I had no idea what to say to that, so I just nodded my head like an idiot.
Leaning forward like she was about to share a deep, dark secret with me, she pointed to the front of the library. The entire wall and doors were made of glass, with a clear view of the street and campus beyond.
“See that building across the street? The shit brown one?” She pointed; I squinted. I didn’t see as well with my contacts in as I did when I wore my glasses, but the guys in my fraternity poked fun at me when I wore the thick plastic frames.
I nodded again, warily, not sure where she was going with this.
“I live there. I have coffee. And I’m heading there right now.” She stood, the neon lights of the library illuminating her floral ink.
Why was I so drawn to those tattoos?
When I tore my gaze from the ink to look at her face, I found that she was watching me with amusement. “Interested?”
“I—” I sputtered a bit, wishing so hard to be cooler than I was. At first I thought she was calling me on my bullshit, asking me if I was interested in her.
I didn’t lie. I was crazy interested, even if I didn’t want to be. She was like a bright butterfly flitting through the black and white television show that was my life.
She quirked an eyebrow at me when she caught my quizzical look, and I realized she was referring to the coffee she’d offered. She cast another grin my way, then started to gather up her stuff. I stood, reaching out and catching her around the waist before she walked away.
The thin cotton of her tank top stood between my fingers and her skin, but the flash of heat that passed between us burned me.
“Wait. What’s your name?” Slowly I let my fingers fall. It was hard to break the contact.
She watched my hand fall, then studied me for a moment, as if trying to see inside my head.
“I’m Adele.” She cocked her head to one side, clearly waiting for me to reciprocate.
“Malachi. Mal. Malachi Hunter.” Man, why did I feel like I was trying to speak a different language around her? I tried to phrase my next sentence in my head before blurting it out, but she winked at me and turned to saunter across the library floor, heading towards that front door.
“See you if I see you, Mal.”
I sat back down in my seat and watched her walk away. She had one of the sexiest asses I’d ever seen, and my mouth watered.
Why had she invited me over? Was it really for coffee? Or was it for something more?
I had no business going to find out, and yet I barely had time to wonder before my body found itself slamming my textbook closed and throwing my things into my backpack.
I could tell myself that she wasn’t my type all I wanted, but the fact remained that I couldn’t wait to find out.
END OF THE BEGINNING - ONE DAY ‘TIl IT’S LIVE!
The...
END OF THE BEGINNING - ONE DAY ‘TIl IT’S LIVE!
The title says it all. There is just one more day until End Of The Beginning, part four in Marina’s Naughty Nookie tale is LIVE on Amazon! And to celebrate, on Friday and ONLY on Friday, A Bitch In Time, Just A Woman and Frustrated Instincts are FREE!
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Book Blitz: Beth Rinyu's A CRY FOR HOPE
Book Title: A Cry for Hope
Author: Beth Rinyu
Genre: Women’s Fiction
Release Date: March 21, 2014
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Hope McAdams life as she knew it ended on the same day that her eight year old son’s did. Eight months later she’s trying to regain some semblance of normality, while trying to repair her once perfect marriage to a man who was her best friend, but now a complete stranger. Coming to the painful realization that she must fix the hole that’s deep within her heart, she goes home to the place that she grew up in hopes that time and distance will heal her wounds and lead her back to the man she loves.
Nick Abate is an old friend of Hope’s whose heart is also on the mend. He’s home on leave from the Marines, and when he and Hope reconnect, their friendship picks up right where they left off, years ago. They both begin to heal and feel whole again with the help of each other. But when their friendship crosses the line, will Hope be able to forgive herself and move on, or will the guilt that she is harboring once again cause her to slip back into the place that she has just escaped? What happens when two tortured souls place their trust in each other? Will they find their way back to the ones they love or will their hearts remain connected forever? Ever since I can remember, I have always enjoyed Creative Writing. There was always something about being able to travel to a different place or become a different person with just the stroke of a pen - or in today’s world a touch of the keyboard. I am the author of The Exception To The Rule Drowning in Love, An Unplanned Lesson, An Unplanned Life and A Cry For Hope. Currently working on A Will To Change, a companion novel to A Cry For Hope, due out Summer 2014. My life is not as interesting as my books or the characters in them, but then again whose life is? I was born and have lived in New Jersey my whole life. I’m a mom of twin teenage boys, a teenage stepson, a crazy Border Collie and a cat with an identity crisis! I guess you can say writing is my form of Calgon! I am married to a wonderful guy - but we’ll keep that between us, I don’t want him getting a big head!
“Look at me, Jamie! Look at me and tell me that you’re willing to walk away from everything we have and I’ll be gone. I’m not ready to give up on us, but if you are, then just say the words and I’ll stop trying.”
“Hope, stop it!”
“Stop what? Stop trying? Stop trying to have the man that I love more than anything in this world love me back? Stop trying to make myself feel worthy of your love again? What do you want me to stop, Jamie?”
“What do you want me to say, Hope? That everything’s going to be okay? That things are going to be the way they used to be between us? Because I don’t know if that’s ever going to happen. Or do you want me to take you upstairs and fuck you like a stranger, the same way I’ve been for the past eight months?”
“I don’t know what I want any more, Jamie. I miss my husband. The man that I could tell anything to. The one that I used to laugh and cry with. The one who would hold me in his arms and comfort me whenever I was feeling down.”
“He’s gone, Hope. He drowned in that ocean the same day that Charlie did.”
I bit my lip and fought the tears. “So what are you trying to tell me? That I’m just keeping myself afloat in this marriage only to have you never resurface?”
His eyes filled with tears. “I wish that I could answer that question for you, but I can’t. Because, the truth is, I don’t even know the answer to it myself.”
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