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March 2, 2014
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"Why are you so afraid of...
"Why are you so afraid of your own anatomy?"
I love everything about this.
I’m not sure if this will ever be a la mode, but still, they’re pretty brilliant! :D
When Simone Barranquet meets Zane Matthews on a night out with...
When Simone Barranquet meets Zane Matthews on a night out with her friends, little does she know that her life is about to change.
Crashing into Zane, her mundane existence is teetering on the edge. A whole new world of sexual exploration awaits her, if she’s willing to take a leap of faith in a man she doesn’t know who leads a life she can’t understand.
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100% believe this....
100% believe this.
Although, I have a little cushion that does the same thing without having to look a dick on a yoga ball. Lol.
Not that yoga balls are dicky.
If that’s a word? :P
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I’m in! Cacti are the best. Prickles are way more interesting than petals ;)
Sneak Peek: Ocean's Submerged by MA DeOlmos
Book Title:Ocean Submerged
Author: M.A. DeOlmos
Genre: New Adult
Release Date:4/16/2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Twenty-seven year old Ocean Hawthorne thought he’d known loss and pain when his twin sister Stormie died. It was his fault the world would no longer see her beautiful smile or hear her captivating laughter. The former world champion in the vicious world of MMA fighting thought he’d been through the worst and has now carried that guilt and pain with him since.
Then he met Livie Acosta. The moment he laid his eyes on the exotic beauty, he was hooked. In that split second of looking into her wild and hurt eyes, his heart began to beat again. He knew then that he would never be able to let her go… but was that the right thing for him to do? Because yet again, Ocean found himself surrounded by a familiar darkness, a pain so strong that even breathing hurt, and living felt impossible. He’d pushed too far in the effort to love and help her, and now… now he didn’t know if he’d ever see her again.
Lawrence Hawthorne has been through the ringer when it came to hurt and disappointment, but nothing could have prepared him for the possibility of losing Livie. He’d just found her and now—well, now he didn’t know what to think. To him, Livie was more than just a girl, more than just a friend. To Law, Livie was someone he needed to help and protect, even from herself, and he’d failed that simple task.
Will the Hawthorne cousins who have sworn to protect Livie survive her selfish act, or will they crumble, yet again?
My name is Melissa DeOlmos, a newbie to the world of indie writing. I live in sunny side Palm Bay, Florida with my two lovely crazies ages five and two, along with my Law Enforcement champ of a husband. I could say that writing novels has been a passion that I’ve always pursued, but I can’t. Writing for me has always been my own secret escape into a land of wonders, opportunities, loves and so much trouble that I sometimes wonder if I need medication for the stories that pop into my head. I am now deciding to share my mystical mind and stories with the world, so that hopefully others may also find that little something extra they’ve been looking for. Thank you, and I hope you enjoy my books. 
Prologue
Ocean
The tires of my Range Rover screeched outside as Liv took off, making my skin crawl. It was a given something wasn’tright with Liv, but this wasn’t her typical nervous breakdown behavior. No, this was much worse. I could feel it deep inside of me; the familiar feeling of my life spiraling out of control was beginning to take hold of me. When she asked me to let her go, there was so much more meaning behind those words. She wasn’t just having a panicattack; Liv was acting out of desperation, and I know exactly what people are capable of when they act out of desperation. Fuck this shit! If I was going to let her say goodbye to me, we were going down together!
“Law! Law, we need to go now! Where the hell are you?”
Walking around the maze of a studio,my nerves were unraveling with each passing second. Turning the corner, I punched the wall, my fist going straight through the dry wall.
“What the fuck asshole! I was taking a fucking piss. What the hell was that for?”
“We need to go. Something’s not right with Liv, and I’m not staying here. Socome with me or stay I don’t give a shit, but I’m leaving.”
He looked me up and down, then back to the hole I just put through the wall.
“Yeah, I’m coming with you. Head out, I’ll lock up the back and be right out.”
I turned around, walking away before he even finished his sentence. I needed Liv in my arms; I needed to see she was okay. The drive to our condo was the longest fucking drive ever. I jumped in my seat when my cell phone went off with Liv’s ringtone. I pulled it out quickly, answering it on the first ring.
“Baby, you okay? I’m sorry; I didn’t mean to get pissed. Baby?”
All I could make out were the haunting screams and cries coming out of Liv. Her voice was hoarse and strained as ifshe had been screaming for hours. I heard her say goodbye in between her screams and then a loud crash on the other end. My heart wanted to bust out of my chest and I wanted to fucking beat the shit out of Law for driving so fucking slow!
“FUCK LAW, DRIVE FASTER, GO GO GO!”
I said kicking the shit out of his dashboard.
The next turn Law took, the truck nearly tipped over. I punched the gate opener busting the gadget to shreds. As the gate started to open slow as fuck, I jumped out of the truck and took off running. The adrenaline, pain, fear, and hate shredding my veins open was afeeling I experienced not too long ago.They were the same feelings I had after my bike accident as I held my sisters dying body in my arms on the side of the road. I flew up the stairs, not seeing or feeling anything except for my need to get to Liv before I was too late. I couldn’t let her die too; I wouldn’t survive it.
Tears started pouring from my eyes on their own. When I reached our door, I kicked it open without a secondthought. The smell and the sight of blood knocked the little wind I had left in my lungs out of me. My body burned in its entirety as I took in in the site of Liv up against the wall on the floor cutting herself with a big ass piece of glass. When she pulled her wrist out in front of her, I snapped out of my shock, but was too slow. She dug the shard of glass deep into her wrist slicing upwards. When she got to her elbow,she turned white and fell over.
“No, baby no! Livie… Livie open your eyes. LAW CALL THE FUCKING AMBULANCE! Don’t leave me baby;please, I can’t fucking lose you too. LAW! I won’t make it Livie. Fuck you for doing this! I love you Livie, don’t leave me, please!”
March 1, 2014
"If someone makes eye contact with you for 60% of a conversation they’re bored, 80% and they’re..."
- I think eye contact is very important, sometimes, when I break eye contact, I immediately have to reconnect. Not because I’m bored, attracted or threatened, simply because I feel awkward! Lol. Maybe that should be a category here? :P
Fall Into Love - Crazy Little Thing Called Lust - All That...
Fall Into Love - Crazy Little Thing Called Lust - All That Glitters - Can Be Gold
Four novellas, comprising of over 130,000 words, 400+ pages that tell the tale of Mona’s unorthodox path to her very own, Happy Ever After. There are stumbling blocks along the way, after all, happiness isn’t a dead cert, but with the help of the two men she falls for… a Happy For Now is definitely on the cards ;) Find out more in Mona’s Naughty Nookie tale!
#menage #romance #love
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Always did love the solar system. But I’m feeling the love...
Always did love the solar system. But I’m feeling the love for poor ickle Pluto. I read somewhere the other day that Pluto is the same size as the Russian continent. Tiny! Well, okay, no literally. But for a planet? Yeah, that’s tiny!
Release Day: Can't Go Without by Angelisa Stone
Book Title: Can’t Go Without (Oasis Waterfall, #2)
Author: Angelisa Stone
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: March 1, 2014
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
“What’s the one thing you can’t go without?”
Tristan O’Donnell has money, women, and all the luxuries that cold hard cash can buy. Tristan’s been sucking sunshine right from the monogrammed silver spoon his life was served up on since the day he was born. And quite frankly, he wouldn’t want it any other way. He’s his mother’s pride and joy, his father’s right-hand-man, and the envy of every guy around. All Tristan has to do is flash his million dollar smile, give his trademark wink, and he gets what he wants, when he wants, anytime he wants.
Leah Franchetti grinds her fingers to the bone; sculpting, painting, recreating treasures from trash—the very sentiment that defines her life. Her inventive, vindictive, lucrative, and seemingly unforgivable plan allowed her to shortcut her way into the life she always imagined, owning an art gallery, surrounding herself in the comfort of her passion and dreams.
When circumstances force Leah and Tristan to come face-to-face with the past and with Leah’s devious manipulation, truths come flooding forth, destroying those in the present and possibly jeopardizing both of their highly anticipated futures.
Can Tristan overcome Leah’s slander and deception—despite how dangerously close he comes to losing the one thing he can’t go without—money? Will Leah be forced to come clean, knowing she’ll have to live her life with the one thing she can’t go without—her dignity?
Rushing out of Chet O’Donnell’s office, angrily and haughtily, I face-plant straight into a strong, hard chest, covered in a wool, cable-knit sweater, smelling of expensive cologne. People always say that the sense of smell is the most powerful sense, triggering memories and feelings clearer than any of the other four senses combined. Just one smell, one inhalation of that warm, sexy designer cologne and my insides burn, ignite with intense desire and longing. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. No. No. No.
“I’m…I’m…I’m…” I stammer, backing up, dropping my head, and looking straight at the ground in humiliation.
“I’m…I gotta go,” I mumble, sidestepping out of his way, and heading straight for the elevator. I push the button repeatedly, knowing damn well my actions won’t speed up the elevator’s arrival.
Tristan runs to catch me, just as I eye the stairwell and bolt for the door. “Leah! Wait!” he yells; the “wait” is muffled by the sound of the door slamming behind me. I run down only one flight of steps and escape onto the twentieth floor, knowing that Tristan O’Donnell would chase me the entire way down the stairs—if seeing and talking to me were his goals. Tristan O’Donnell always gets what he wants. Always.
Hoping that Tristan doesn’t check the video monitors, I walk down the hallway to the other set of stairs and down to the first floor, exiting O’Donnell Industries. Once I hit the street, the winter sun reflecting off the snow burns my eyes. I squint at the pain of the brightness, knowing the sting of my tears has nothing to do with the shining, searing light.
Who is Angelisa Stone?
Angelisa Stone is a typical Midwestern wife and mom, frazzled by parenting and housework, and overwhelmed with sports schedules, doctor appointments, and three-dimensional creative projects due “tomorrow morning.” Stone dreams of white sandy beaches, clear-blue waters, and Midori coladas in hand, but realizes that her loving husband and four not-so-perfect children are her real dreams-come-true. Writing and reading are her passions, and she hopes (and prays with her fingers tightly crossed) that readers will find enjoyment and escape through her words and characters. Stone’s first novel, Can’t Go Home, is available on Amazon and Barnes and Noble now.
Email Angelisa for fun chatter and banter, giggles and chuckles: angelisaauthor@gmail.com
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