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February 10, 2014
COVER REVEAL! HEAD ABOVE WATER by AMBER GARZA!
COMING ON THE...
COVER REVEAL! HEAD ABOVE WATER by AMBER GARZA!
COMING ON THE 28TH FEBRUARY!!
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
Synopsis:
Sometimes all you need is someone to hold you up.
Harper Elliott knows what it feels like to drown. To be unable to breath, to feel the crushing weight of your lungs collapsing while waves crash over your head and the surface is just out of reach. The ocean has stolen way too much from her and her family. Even though she lives just miles from the beach she rarely ever steps foot on it, and never goes in the water.
Until she meets Tag Williams, the sexy lifeguard with the funny name, kind smile, genuine eyes and smoking hot body. He makes Harper want to do more than just stick her toes in to test the waters. He makes her want to jump in with both feet.
But if she does, can she trust Tag to keep her head above water?
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Amber Garza lives in California with her amazing husband and two hilarious children who provide her with enough material to keep her writing for years.
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Major Lazer - Get Free - Andy C Remix
Heard this song yesterday...
Major Lazer - Get Free - Andy C Remix
Heard this song yesterday and ever since, I just can’t get it out of my head! Wow, what a song! Love it! Replayed it like a gazillion times :D
Fall Into Love
Love or lust? One small fall can get a woman...
Fall Into Love
Love or lust? One small fall can get a woman into a whole heap of trouble!
FIRST SENTENCE:
As much as I love my friends, I always feel like I’m completely out of my depth with them. As though I’m the ugly stepsister and they’re twin Cinderellas….
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Free Christmas Short - Mona - Deck The Halls With Handsome Hunks
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When I was younger, this was sooo me. Now I’m tired all...
When I was younger, this was sooo me. Now I’m tired all the time because I don’t sleep enough and wake up too early. :P Being tired sucks ass. *falls asleep*
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COVER REVEAL: 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.
Book Title: Can’t Go Home (Oasis Waterfall, #1) Author: Angelisa Stone Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Everyone has secrets; secrets meant to be kept—hidden away where nobody can discover the truth. Adrian O’Donnell (aka: Dre Donley) is no exception. Dre spins tales and half-truths like it’s his job, keeping the reality of his past buried deep within each lie he fabricates. On the other hand, Kathryn Howell is the exception to the rule. She’s a straight-shooter, a tell-it-like-it-is, no filter kind of girl.
Kathryn’s honesty and straightforwardness is the ultimate turn on for a guy like Dre. He’s never met someone so sincere, so full of truth and innocence. Their chemistry is unavoidable, their connection, magnetic. When Dre sets out to make Kathryn fall for him, he doesn’t realize the grave mistake he’s making. Kathryn’s strength and convictions do not falter, even for an irresistible man like Dre. When his past resurfaces, and the lies come tumbling forth, Kathryn must decide if his deceit and betrayal can be forgiven or if the damage is irreparable. Will the truth ultimately destroy the relationship that neither one of them could deny or even attempt to resist? This novel is for mature readers only, due to language and sexual content. 
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 
February 9, 2014
Citrus Fest 2014
I once had a lemon/lime fruit salad. Safe to...
I once had a lemon/lime fruit salad. Safe to say, it wasn’t pleasant. Look at all those magnificent colors! And all the different shapes and sizes. I bet I’ve not even had a quarter of this sour rainbow!
BOOK BLITZ: The Ringmaster's Daughter by Grace Elliot!
Book Title: The Ringmaster’s Daughter - #1 The Foxhall Series Author: Grace Elliot Genre: Historical Romance Release Date:February 1, 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
1770’s London
The ringmaster’s daughter, Henrietta Hart, was born and raised around the stables of Foxhall Gardens. Now her father is gravely ill, and their livelihood in danger. The Harts’ only hope is to convince Foxhall’s new manager, Mr Wolfson, to let Hetty wield the ringmaster’s whip. Hetty finds herself drawn to the arrogant Wolfson but, despite their mutual attraction, he gives her an ultimatum: entertain as never before – or leave Foxhall.
When the winsome Hetty defies society and performs in breeches, Wolfson’s stony heart is in danger. Loath as he is to admit it, Hetty has a way with horses…and men. Her audacity and determination awaken emotions long since suppressed.
But Hetty’s success in the ring threatens her future when she attracts the eye of the lascivious Lord Fordyce. The duke is determined, by fair means or foul, to possess Hetty as his mistress – and, as Wolfson’s feelings for Henrietta grow, disaster looms. Grace Elliot leads a double life as a veterinarian by day and author of historical romance by night. She lives near London and is housekeeping staff for five cats, two teenage sons, one husband and a bearded dragon.
Chapter 1
So far that morning, Tobias Wolfson, the new manager of Foxhall Pleasure Gardens, had watched an overweight acrobat, an arthritic contortionist and a ballad singer who was so out of tune that she made his teeth ache. Small wonder the gardens were losing money, he reflected, if these were Foxhall’s best entertainments. And given that the next act was late, his mood showed no sign of improving as he stared across the deserted stable yard.
“Perchance Mr Hart does not value his job?” Wolfson said.
At his side, a florid man in a periwig, smiled nervously. “He should be here, I told him myself.”
“Where is he, Mr Uglow? Answer me that!”
Mr Uglow’s shoulders drooped. “Happen Mr Hart has been detained.”
“Hart’s Performing Horses,” Wolfson murmured, making a mental note to strike the act from the list of those retained.
“Perhaps he’s inside.” Uglow’s plump hand gestured towards the large stone barn.
Wolfson studied the two-story building. Evidently the stables and a tack room were on the ground floor, while the upper housed both a hayloft and some cramped accommodation. He nodded toward the loft.
“Mr Hart and his daughter live up there. Anyone else?”
“No. There was a groom, but he was let go.”
“A quick look and if Hart’s not there, it’s his loss.”
With a grunt, Wolfson marched toward the tack room but, as he passed through the open door, he felt a disturbance in the air and — before he could shout a warning — a young woman cannoned into the wall of his chest. She hit with such force, he heard the breath knocked from her lungs as she rebounded and tumbled backwards. By sheer reflex, Wolfson grabbed her upper arms to steady her. Instead of seeming grateful for his help, the girl glared back, her dark eyes fizzing angry as a wasp’s nest poked with a stick.
Raising a brow, he studied this whirlwind. She had an oval-shaped face, her complexion glowed with health and hair, the color of ripe chestnuts, fell in a thick plait down to her bottom. She was dressed in working clothes, an apron covering a plain woolen skirt, a chemise and a shawl. She was, he realized, a young woman rather than a girl – with a curvaceous figure to match. His interest peaked.
“Sir, release me!” She jerked a shoulder.
With a start, Wolfson found he still gripped her surprisingly muscular upper arms. “Apologies, madam.” He let go and couldn’t help inspecting his hands, puzzled by the tingle of static on his palms. Bemused, he looked up to find her staring back, her mouth softly parted in question. Feeling an unwanted tug of attraction, Wolfson scowled.
Composing herself, the woman stood hands on hips, her brow furrowed in challenge. “What are you doing in my yard?”
Bold as a lioness, she held her head high, and something jumped inside Wolfson as he returned her stare. Even standing still, she exuded energy — and the faint smell of lavender and horses. Perhaps it was the vivacity behind those dark eyes — so dark as to be almost black — or that determined expression, but her spirit excited Wolfson and his brow rose further.
“Your yard?” he said, faintly amused.
Mr Uglow coughed politely. “Ah, this is Mr Hart’s daughter, Henrietta — she may know what has detained her father.”
For the first time, the young woman faltered. “You want Pa?”
“Indeed, I would be most grateful,” Wolfson continued, “unless he has more important matters to attend to than keeping his place.”
Miss Hart eyed him suspiciously. “And you are?”
With an ironic smile, Wolfson tipped his tricorn hat. “Mr Wolfson, new manager of the Foxhall Pleasure Gardens.”
Miss Hart hesitated, her gaze flicked to the stout man by his side. “The gossip is true — Mr Uglow isn’t running things anymore?”
Wolfson proceeded smoothly, “Mr Uglow continues as a valuable asset to the gardens, but I am here to ease his workload and provide fresh insight during the renovations.”
“Mr Wolfson and I will be working together.” Uglow’s tight lips suggested he disliked the arrangement.
“Oh, I see,” Her dark eyes widened and deepened to black. “And you wanted Pa because…?”
“To decide the act’s future.”
“Oh.”
Was his imagination or had Miss Hart just trembled? Beside him, Mr Uglow shuffled his feet. With effort, Wolfson marshalled his thoughts back to the task in hand.
“Miss Hart, will your father be honoring us with his presence?”
“Pa’s out. Being fitted for a new costume. Not expected back afore late afternoon.” She held his gaze, but Wolfson’s skin prickled as it did when he was being lied to.
“Is that right?”
Miss Hart licked her lips. “I just said so.”
Wolfson arched a brow at her impertinence but let the disagreement go, for he would get to the bottom of matters in his own time. He folded his arms across his chest, tapping a manicured finger against the opposite sleeve.
“I understand your father has performed at Foxhall for many years.”
“Yes, sir. He started when I was a babe in arms. There was a time when Hart’s Performing Horses were the star attraction,” she added hastily. “Of course the act is still very popular.”
Wolfson inclined his head toward Mr Uglow. “What are the gate receipts like?”
The ruddy-faced man waved his hands in exasperation. “I’m far too busy running the gardens to keep track of every little detail.”
Wolfson hid his irritation behind a genial smile. “But you can find out?”
“I suppose so. There will be ledgers somewhere.”
“Have them sent to my office as a matter of priority. And Miss Hart,” He faced those devastating dark eyes – that he decided were a deep hazel, bordering on brown. “Please explain why last night’s performance was cancelled.”
Her skin, lightly tanned from time spent outdoors, paled slightly. “The lead horse, Stardust, he went lame.”
There it was again, the skin prickling sensation. For some reason Miss Hart was lying, but he nodded as if sympathetic. “I trust he will be fit for tonight.”
“Oh yes, sir.” She smiled, but her lip quivered. Clearly something was troubling her.
“Even so, I would like to speak with Mr Hart urgently.”
“I can pass on a message.”
“Very well. Tell your father that tonight I will be in the audience deciding whether or not to re-commission the act. Nothing I have seen or heard to date inspires confidence. I suggest he gives the performance of his life.”
For the first time, Miss Hart seemed dumb-founded. “Of course, Mr Wolfson, I will tell him.”
“Good,” he sighed. “Next on my list are the giant tortoise and his handler. Lead on, Mr Uglow, lead on.”
Aware of Miss Hart’s eyes burning into his back, he left the stable yard with the niggling impression that Miss Hart was as an uncut diamond amongst coals.
LMAO, this video is ace!
Not too keen on the song, but LOVE the...
LMAO, this video is ace!
Not too keen on the song, but LOVE the vid. Every society needs one of those weirdass dudes to make the Naughties behave decently :D
Apparently, this is the title and band :)
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