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Bed of Lies - Niquel

Title: Bed of LiesSeries: Bed of Lies Vol 1Author: NiquelGenre: Dark Erotic Romance StandaloneRelease Date: April 14, 2017 I used to be naïve.I used to think monsters didn’t exist.I used to think I was safe, untouchable, and free from harm. Boy was I wrong...My name is Whitney, and I used to think my old life was mediocre and boring. I thought I was missing out on something exciting. Now that Linc has shown me how dark and twisted life can be, I’d go back in a heartbeat...This is book 1 in an upcoming 3 book dark erotic standalone series!  [image error]

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Niquel is a self diagnosed coffee addict, lover of rice and beans, and chocolate—preferably not all together. She’s the creator of multiple stories full of love, passion, and power. She may toss in a ghost story every once in a while.When she’s not busy taking care of her two little girls, she's writing or creating graphics or you can find her binge watching TV with her significant other. Boston born and raised, she’s always been a creative soul: attending multiple colleges to develop her love of the visual arts. a Rafflecopter giveaway HOSTED BY:
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A Death's Awakening by C.E. Wilson

A Death’s AwakeningbyC.E. Wilson
Blurb: Hadley knows Death wants her. Maybe she wants him too.At least that’s what it feels like to her some days. Hadley’s life follows a triangular path of home, school, and the pharmacy to stock up on inhalers, lozenges, and cough syrup.But, her predictably mundane deterioration is unexpectedly interrupted when Hunter walks into her classroom. He’s not only gorgeous, but for some crazy reason he’s interested in her. The girl who looks like she’s two steps from death’s door. That’s why she couldn’t care less discovering that Hunter works for death. She’s drawn to this hot new boy who makes her feel alive again. Even if it means unleashing his dark secrets.
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Snippet #1I know death follows me.It’s one of those things which makes being a high school student a little less than optimal. I can’t remember the last time I participated in gym class without needing my inhaler or ending up passed out on the floor. It doesn’t take much since I have chronic Bronchiectasis, but I try to make it as fashionable as possible.Yeah, that’s about as lame as it sounds.I always carry around handkerchiefs in my pockets like an old man and crave my inhaler the same way a few of my friends crave cigarettes. My skin always has a bluish tint to it like I’m a vampire from the first Twilight movie, and not in the sexy way. I always try to tell myself things could be worse. School keeps me busy, but that doesn’t mean that my illness isn’t always a few thoughts away.Which leads to death.I always feel it lurking somewhere. Watching me. Following me.

Snippet #2His dark eyes land on me and pause for a moment as I struggle to breathe. His expression changes slightly, but it’s fleeting – and within a moment he’s back to that cool demeanor. “It looks like I’m having quite an effect on this one,” he says with a chuckle. Several girls laugh like this is the funniest thing on earth while I’m choking on my own saliva.My mind races.It’s him, but it’s not him. He's easily over six feet. The face, the hair, and even the almost black eyes. It’s him. I know it’s him. I struggle to stop coughing as the guy rubs the back of his neck, patiently waiting for me to control myself.“Fuck me, he’s hot,” Kira whispers, smiling at him and ignoring my coughing fit. “Dibs.”

Snippet #3“What’s your deal?”“My deal?”“Yeah. Your. Fucking. Deal. One minute you’re in a tree and the next you show up again and you’re different. My brain can’t take this. Do you know how hard it is to avoid you? Eyes are drawn to attractive things—”“So you think I’m attractive?”“That’s not the point!” I scream, almost wheezing now. I reach in my backpack and quickly find my inhaler, shaking up the contents before taking a few deep inhales. “Please, I don’t know what’s going on, but I do know that you’re going to kill me before the day’s done if you don’t leave me alone. So please!” I start to try and walk past him but he’s blocking my path, though this time his eyes are soft.“I’m…I’m not actually making you sicker, am I?” he asks quietly.

Snippet #4“So you’re not Death.”“Not exactly.”“Not exactly,” I mimic. “So… s-so what are you? A ghost?”He has the audacity to laugh. “Not exactly.”“Stop saying ‘not exactly’. You’re driving me nuts. What the hell are you?”“I don’t know for sure, Hadley. I don’t like to think of myself as a ghost. I’m like Death, but I’m not him. The Grim Reaper? The big guy? I’ve only ever seen him one time. I’m more like… a messenger. A delivery boy.”“You deliver death,” I say. “Charming.”
Author Bio: C.E. Wilson is a Secondary English Education graduate from Millersville University of Pennsylvania currently living in Pittsburgh with her husband, daughter, chubby beagle and two cats.
When C.E. isn't writing she enjoys watching America's Next Top Model, reading shoujo manga and Stephen King and spending time with her daughter. She enjoys autumn, all things pumpkin, 90s music, and coffee with way too much cream. Most importantly, she believes love is just beyond your comfort zone.
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Julianne lives in Indy with two cats, two ferrets, and one fiancé. She lived in Louisville for over twenty years and loves setting her stories in her old hometown. Julianne loves combining her theater experience with her writing. She is a fan of cheap coffee and expensive chocolate.Q. What is the inspiration for the story?A.My favorite play that I designed costumes for was a production of Night of the Living Dead. From helping the community volunteers with Zombie University to finding that classic trench coat look for Barbara, I had a ball. I wanted to combine that wonderful experience within a suspense horror/farce.Q. Tell us about the cover and the inspiration for it.A.When I worked on the stage play version of Night of the Living Dead, as a joke for the cast and crew I took the artwork from the program of that production and made a parody of it. Thus the "Teatime" idea was born. The playfulness of my old parody could not be forgotten.Q. Where can readers find out more about you?A.I have a website at JulianneQJohnson.com. In my blog, I have writing news and tips. You can find out about all my books on the site and read some sneak peeks. I also have a newsletter sign up there, and everyone who gets the newsletter gets a free eBook of short stories.
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Beyond Love - C.J. Pinard

Title: Beyond LoveSeries: Imperfect Heroes, Book 4Author: C.J. PinardGenre: Contemporary Romance/Military RomanceRelease Date: April 11, 2017Cover Designer: Book Cover By DesignPhotographer: Lindee RobinsonModels: Travis Bendall and Haley Danhausen



He’s been broken, repaired, and has finally risen above his devastating injury.She’s a cute, foul-mouthed nurse with an attitude as big as the ocean, but has a caring heart even bigger.They once loved each other back when life was simple and being an adult wasn’t an issue. What was once a beautiful love turned into a devastating heartbreak. Are they brave enough to give it another try now that life is complicated and ugly? Because while their circumstances once tore them apart, love was never their problem.KYLEEighteen years old when she broke my heart. Eighteen years old when I left to join the Marine Corps, knowing when I got back, she would not be there waiting for me. I never expected to see her ten years later, all heartbroken and humbled. I just don’t know if I can go there again with Adria Green. She’s short, sassy, and even more stubborn than she was when we were kids – and painfully more beautiful. So why do I find myself completely and inexplicably drawn to her? Because what drew me to her back then has been reignited without my permission, and there doesn’t seem to be a way to douse the old flame. I’ve already lost half a leg. I can’t lose my heart, too. ADRIAAm I to blame for my actions when I was just a kid and starting out at life? I was stupid back then, but I’m not stupid anymore. I’m educated, confident, and after my ex-fiancé cheated on me and left, I’m even more careful with who’s going to get my heart. Seeing Kyle Adams after all these years made my heart stop and then almost drop out of my chest. He’s even more gorgeous and considerably more built than he was when we were in high school – despite the injury. I feel myself being pulled toward him like nothing I’ve ever felt, not even back then. But can we go there again? Can you really and truly go back? No, I don’t believe you can. I’m just not sure I can go forward now, either.Beyond Love is book 4 in the Imperfect Heroes Series, and is for readers 18+. Contains adult situations, language, and minor scenes of war.











I parked in my designated spot in my apartment complex’s lot and unbuckled Luke, pulling him out and setting him down. I handed him his backpack and held his hand as we made our way to our first-floor apartment. Lucy followed faithfully at my side. “Can we go swimming, Dad?” he asked, eyeing the pool. “You calling me Dad again?” I asked, smiling. He could always make me smile even when I didn’t want to. “Okay, Daddy. Can we?” I ruffled his hair and said, “No, let’s get something to eat. I’m starving. Aren’t you?” “What’s for dinner?” he asked as I looked down at him, and then my keyring to get my house key ready. We rounded the corner to my unit and I heard, “Chinese takeout.” I looked up to see Adria sitting on my front step’s mat, sitting cross-legged, wearing shorts and a tank top. Beside her sat two white bags with takeout containers in them. I froze for a minute, and then a huge grin spread across my face. Luke froze. “Who’s that, Daddy?” he whispered. Adria stood and walked to meet us. Crouching down, she said, “Hi, Luke. I’m Adria. We met at Duke’s house at the barbeque a few weeks ago. Do you remember that?” He shook his head and looked up at me. “Say hello, son.” “Hi,” he said, a small smile on his face. She put her hand out. “It’s very nice to meet you. Your dad has so many nice things to say about you.” Luke’s eyes got big and he looked up at me, then back at her. “Really?” She tapped his little nose and stood up, laughing quietly. “Yep.” I couldn’t stop staring at Adria with my son. It was beautiful. She was beautiful, and he wasn’t being his usual shy self around her. She picked up the bags and said, “Do you like Chinese food?” He looked up at me. “What’s that?” “You will love it,” I told him. I’d never given him any since we rarely ate out. He smiled. I opened the door to the apartment and prayed it was clean. Well, clean enough. I kept it picked up most of the time, but today had been such a blur I couldn’t remember. Adria wasted no time finding the kitchen and opening up the bags. I sort of felt like it was weird that she was here without any notice or explanation, but knowing what I knew about her, I knew she would tell me. I was touched by her generosity nonetheless. “Luke, go put your backpack in your room, then go wash your hands, please.” “Okay, Daddy.” As he disappeared around the corner, I went behind Adria and purposely pressed my body against her backside as she attempted to open the high cabinets to find plates. Easily opening one and pulling out two plates for us, I placed them in front of her on the counter. With a smirk on her face, she turned around and looked up at me. “I had that.” “No, you didn’t,” I replied. “Okay, I didn’t,” she whispered as she stared up at me with curious brown eyes. I pointed to the food. “Are you always this spontaneous?” She shook her head. “Harper told me where you went today. I didn’t want you to be alone tonight. Whether you are celebrating or sad, I wanted to be here. It just felt right.” Damn, did she know me or what? “I’m kinda speechless,” I said, not breaking eye contact, but pulling back from her even though I didn’t want to. I grabbed three forks from the drawer, and Luke’s favorite plastic Batman plate from another cabinet, and set them on the small table I kept in the kitchen. “I’m hungry,” my son said, coming into the kitchen. “Have a seat and I’ll get you some food.” He went over to the chair he always sat in and waited for us. I poured him a glass of milk first and set it in front of him. “I don’t have much to drink here,” I said to her, “but you can take a look.” She sat down next to Luke and said, “Water is fine.” I nodded and poured two glasses of ice water and went to join them at the table. As we feasted on lo mein, sweet and sour chicken, fried rice, and dumplings, I looked at the way Adria was interacting with my son and all thoughts of Marissa, the lawyer, and the five hundred bucks I’d had to drop today melted into a happiness that spread across my face.After dinner, I gave Luke a quick bath and put him to bed. It was a little early, but I’d been at the lawyer’s office longer than I’d thought and had gotten home a little later than usual. I closed my son’s door, leaving it cracked, and went into the kitchen to find Adria putting the leftovers into my small fridge and throwing away excess trash. She set the dishes near the sink and I gently grabbed her wrist to keep her from turning on the faucet. “Leave the dishes.” She gave me a half-smile. “If you say so.” After watching her nice legs and luscious plump ass walking around my small kitchen, I really could not form an intelligible word, so I decided words were not necessary. I wrapped my long arm around her waist and pulled her into my body. Without a word, I leaned down and pressed my lips to hers. I was rewarded with her snaking her arms around my neck, and when I licked the seam of her lips, she opened them for me like a good girl. I groaned and pushed myself into her harder, backing her up onto the kitchen counter until she had nowhere else to go. Reaching around, I firmly gripped both ass cheeks and hoisted her up so she had no choice but to put both legs around my waist. Her breaths were heady and fast when she came up for air between kisses, and I couldn’t get enough. I bit down on her bottom lip, and I moaned when she sucked my tongue into her mouth and played with it. My dick was so hard it was almost painful. The heat from between her legs and the way she grinded on it was going to make me lose it, and that was the last thing I wanted. I needed to take things slow, explore her naked body with a deliberate appreciation that would make it unforgettable for the both of us. Breaking the kiss, I reached up to cup my hand along her small jaw, and with the pad of my thumb, I ran it across her chin and said, “I’ve missed you so much.” Her once-hooded eyes got big and she smiled. “You have no idea how much I’ve thought about you over the past ten years.” I grinned. “And that is why I want to thank you for the Chinese food, and also let you know that you need to leave.”



I Knew You That Way – Luke BryanStarts With Goodbye – Carrie UnderwoodHelium – SiaTake It Out On Me – Florida Georgia LineKiss Tomorrow Goodbye – Luke BryanUnlove You – Jennifer NettlesOcean Eyes – Billie EllishIn Case You Didn’t Know – Brett YoungAll Time Low – Jon BellionBack To Me – Chris LaneHow Not To – Dan + ShaySomeone Like You – Adele What’s Left Of Me – Nick LacheyBody Like A Back Road – Sam HuntEarned It – The WeekndGorilla – Bruno MarsWithout You – Hinder Drown In You – DaughtryFor Her – Chris LaneFrom The Ground Up – Dan + ShayMercy – Shawn Mendez


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C.J. is a USA Today Bestselling author living in Colorado. Lover of red wine, wearer of fabulous shoes, and a die-hard Niner fan, she’s also an editor at heart. She’s written over a dozen books and short stories that contain both contemporary/new adult and paranormal romance that are a little bit badass, a little heart-wrenching, and sort of funny (to her, anyway). Almost all of her books usually contain law enforcement or military undertones, since strong, brave, alpha men and women are her weaknesses. When she’s not writing, she can be found working at a very strange day job, which may or may not have some mild influences on her gripping stories – so strange, in fact, she may just write a book about it one day.She’s also a member of the Romance Writers of America (RWA).







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Resurrecting Hope - Jane Anthony

Title: Resurrecting HopeAuthor: Jane AnthonyGenre: Contemporary Romance (with Dark Elements)Release Date: May 1, 2017 Cover Designer: Cover Me Darling Photographer: Sean Archer






~Hope~I’m broken.I’m hiding.I’m not the woman he claims he loves.Hope Moon is a figment, a fairy tale. A single mom with sunny smiles on the outside, but whose pitch-black insides are riddled with demons.I can’t look him in the face, can’t tell him who I am.If I let my guard down, Jack will find me.Jack’s wrath left me bound in hell. Can Hank’s love set me free?~Hank~I’ve been hurt. I’ve been used. I’ve been betrayed.But Hank Lawless isn’t a man to be trifled with. Hope Moon has caught me like a fly in a web. Her gaze is haunted, her moves calculated. There’s more to the dark haired beauty than meets the eye. She’s hiding something. I need to find a way to break down her defenses.I vowed to walk beside her through her own personal hell.But is my love enough to free her from it?  **This book contains mature content and is meant for adults 18+. It contains a trigger warning for graphic scenes of domestic violence and rape. It’s a story about second chances, and overcoming your shattered past by any means necessary. Please take this into account before reading.**
Resurrecting Hope Exclusive ExcerptCopyright © Jane Anthony 2017All rights reserved“Hello?” A deep, Southern drawl bounced off the walls of my empty house. Actually, let me rephrase. It was more of a shack, really. A hovel. Termites holding hands. Four walls, a floor, and a ceiling with nothing but cracks—but it was mine. Paid for with my own blood, sweat, and tears. The only thing I’d wanted since the moment I settled into life with Jack. Just saying his name makes me shudder. He was so sweet when we first met. The perfect gentleman—opening doors, bringing flowers—but everything changed the moment he slid that tiny band of gold onto my finger. He became tyrannical. Nothing I did was good enough. He dictated everything from my clothes to my hair to the places we went. He didn’t want a wife. He wanted a love slave, one he could kick around. Leaving him was the hardest thing I ever had to do. Everything I owned was in Jack’s name. He claimed it was better that way, but now I know it was just his way of keeping control. I escaped from his grasp by the skin of my teeth with nothing but the clothes on my back and the money I had stolen. I changed my name, my appearance, and my life. Rebecca Benedetti no longer exists. My name is Hope. And little did I know, this would be the day my life would change forever. “Ms. Moon, are you home?” the rich baritone called again. “Yeah!” I called back, wiping the fresh tears from my cheeks. Sometimes, I still feel him. His face rolls through my mind, his words washing over me, telling me when I’ve been a good girl. He’s no good for me. He hurt me. And after everything he put me through, I can’t understand why I still love him. “I’m in the laundry room! Hold on I’ll be right—” The pocket door slid open before I had a chance to finish, and I startled. I wasn’t expecting the handyman for another hour. “Oh, I’m sorry, Ms. Moon. I didn’t mean to, er, interrupt. The door was open, and …” Wrinkles formed on his forehead as he rubbed his masculine hands against it, avoiding eye contact. He caught me in a precarious situation. Not only was I sobbing my eyes out, but I was also wearing nothing but a bra and shorts. Southern summers are hot as Hades, and my new home didn’t come with air conditioning. That was part of the reason I called him. The house needed a ton of work, and his ad on Craigslist promised great service at a reasonable price. Nowhere in the article did it mention he was gorgeous. Well over six feet of solid muscle, he made the tiny room seem minuscule by comparison. When I didn’t respond, his gaze fell on mine. His eyes were intense—the kind of eyes a girl could get lost in—and I found myself plummeting into their deep blue depths without warning. “Are you okay?” He took a step forward, and reaching for the toilet paper, he pulled off a length of it to dry my tears. “Here,” he added, grazing the cottony soft tissue across my cheek. “All better.” “I’m embarrassed,” I replied with a sniffle and my best attempt at a smile. “No, miss. I’m the one who’s embarrassed. I just helped myself to your house, and here you are…” His searing gaze raking over my body reminded me I’m not wearing a shirt. His sudden presence jumbled every thought in my head. He was a divine creature, full of ink, shrouded in darkness. “I’ll just wait for you in the kitchen.”“Wait.” My pathetic demand slowed his pace, and he turned back around. A hint of lust flashed in his eyes. He didn’t want to look, this I knew, but he couldn’t help himself. My body was long and lean from spending hours in the gym. My breasts, previously enlarged at Jack’s request, were round and taut, rising out of the cups of my bra with each deep, ragged breath I took. I don’t know why I did it. Perhaps it had been so long since I felt a man’s touch on my body. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes devouring my flesh, the feeling of being wanted instead of owned. To this day, I still don’t know, but I’ll never forget the hunger in his gaze when my hands slipped behind my back and tugged at the tiny row of hooks keeping my chest contained. The lacy material fluttered to the floor between us. He looked down at it, then back at me. “Ms. Moon, I—” “Shhh. Don’t speak. Just help me forget.” I didn’t even know his name, but I didn’t need to. The only thing I needed from him was to ease the pain. To soothe the aching in my chest and between my thighs and remind me how a woman should feel. To make me new, completely and utterly. His tongue slid across his bottom lip; I suppose to contemplate his next move. I took a tentative step. He met me halfway and continued moving until my back hit the wall. The heat between us radiated. Having him this close set me ablaze. Not just from the sweltering temperature, but from the desire I felt rippling off his body. A whisper of a kiss, soft and sensual. A large palm touched my cheek, the other gripped my ass, pulling me against him. His tongue swept across my lips then slipped between them. It ignited the spark; a brilliant flash that burst into flames, engulfing me like a brush fire.My hands found their way under his shirt. The hard planes of his abs contracted under my fingers as they traveled along his torso. With one swift move, he yanked the collar of his shirt over his head. Ribbons of ink covered his tanned skin almost entirely. I ran my hands over them, following with my mouth as his fingers tangled in my hair. Rough. His hands were rough, both in feel and movement. When he dropped them under my ass and hoisted me in the air, my legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. I slipped my hand between us and opened his fly. His jeans fell to the floor and pooled onto his thick, black work boots. Hardness pressed against my throbbing core. What felt like nine inches of rock-hard steel taunting me with each swivel of his hips. I couldn’t wait anymore. The need coursing through my body was a tidal wave threatening to drown me. I had to feel him inside me.Calloused fingers slipped inside my shorts, and I felt his lips curve into a grin against my neck. “Damn, girl,” he growled as they slid inside me down to the knuckle. A breathy moan floated to the ceiling as my head fell against the wall. “I don’t want your hand. I want your cock.” My lips said one thing, but my hips bucked against his palm as his fingers fucked me deeper still. “You’re a naughty little kitten, ain’t ya?” he rumbled as his thumb circled my aching clit. “Lemme hear that kitty purr.” A keening cry tore from my lungs. My body fell limp, but his strong arms caught me, keeping me tethered to the wall. “These are in my way.” He tore at my shorts, shredding the thin cotton material in his large hand while I pushed at his boxer briefs with my feet. With delicious brute force, he slid himself inside me, balls deep. Lightning flashed behind my lids. I groaned as his hips began to move, slamming into me hard. “Is this what you want?” My only response was a resounding pleasure-filled moan. He plunged himself fast and free, grunting each time our bodies met. “Fuck,” he cursed. “Come on my cock.” A storm swirled in my gut, whirling and twirling until waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Oh-oh-oh!” I cried. His fingers bit into my ass cheeks, pulling me closer as he rammed into my body and another orgasm surged through me, pulling him along with it. Rolling thunder rumbled from his chest. Blasts of hot cum filled my insides.The maniacal thrusting of his hips slowed to a less brutal pace. Deep breaths skittered across my lips as his face lifted to meet mine, and our mouths grazed again, softly, sweetly. I never thought I’d see him again …



Jane Anthony is a romance author, fist pumping Jersey-girl, and hard rock enthusiast. She resides in the ‘burbs of New Jersey with her husband and children. A lover of Halloween, vintage cars, & coffee, she’s also a cornucopia of useless 80’s knowledge and trivia. When not writing, she’s an avid reader, concert goer, and party planner extraordinaire.Jane loves hearing from her readers! Connect with her on these social media sites, and don’t be too shy to say hello!




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Camouflage - Kathleen Mareé

Title: Camouflage

Author: Kathleen Mareé

Genre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: April 6, 2017


On the surface, Giselle Duzido could be called many things.
Sassy, determined and breathtakingly beautiful.But one thing that would never come to tongue, is broken and fragile; because she’s learned to keep that part of herself locked up tight. The veneer she chooses you to see - has it all. Her designer brand is on the rise from her original base in Sydney, to two more stores in Los Angeles and New York; a part of a world she has always fit into seamlessly.Career-wise? She’s flourishing. Social status? Almost famous!But scratch just beneath her surface and there it is, eating away at her insides. But at some point, doesn't Sel deserve to have the happily ever after?She may look just like another twenty-something woman, searching for that earth-shattering love…But it's all just a camouflage.

"I got totally caught up in this unpredictable story and I would highly recommend it." - Reader Review

"The writing is easy to read, the story is fresh and I couldn't put this book down and finished it in one sitting." - Reader Review

"Really gripping start to the book had me hooked right away- I had to know what was going to happen!" - Reader Review

From the earliest age I was a born storyteller. Ask my parents and they will tell you I had a gift for making a simple event seem like an elaborate one. Purposely? No. Innocently? Yes. It was my imaginary world that initially led me to believe I wanted to be an actor. All of that role playing and living in fantasy... it was an obvious direction for me. However, becoming quite uncomfortable with the limelight quickly saw that dream diminish. Over the years I turned my world of fantasy into stories, and eventually began writing them down. Before I knew it, 'Cut' had been completed. When I am not busy writing my next story, I am a working mum, housewife and sometimes hockey wag :) In other words, probably some kind of circus act who specialises in juggling ;) I hope you enjoy my blog, where I will be posting thoughts, other books I am currently reading and even sneak peeks of my novels. I encourage any feedback, comments or direct messages via my contact page should anyone wish to get in touch. I am so thrilled to be sharing my journey and hope you enjoy my stories as much as I enjoy writing them. Dream often. Believe always.



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He’s loved her his entire life.


Axel


She’s my best friend, my everything.
She’s been the girl I’ve loved since I knew what that meant.
I box—fight bloody—for a living, and at every fight she’s there, cheering me on, being mine whether she knows it or not.
I’ve never been with a woman because for me she’s it. Roxie is the only one I’ll ever want.
Enough time has passed. It’s time I told Roxie how I feel, because there’s no way I can hold in my feelings any longer.

Roxie


I want to think the looks, the possessiveness that comes from him means he wants me the same way I want him. He’s been in my life for longer than I can remember, and I never want that to change.
I’ll be with him until the end. My love for him runs so deep, so strong I can’t breathe at times.
I watch as he pushes other girls away, his gaze locked on mine as if he’s trying to tell me there isn’t anyone else for him.
But I’m afraid to turn our relationship from friends to lovers. I’m afraid of crossing that line that could ruin what we have.

Warning: This is a super sweet friends-to-lovers story. Don’t worry; it still has that OTT alpha hero who’s head over heels in love with his woman and caveman to a fault. Grab some ice, because it’s going to get hot in here!













Jenika Snow is a USA Today Bestselling Author that lives in the northwest with her husband and their two daughters. Before she started writing full-time she worked as a nurse.



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Blood & Holy Water - Joynell Schultz

Ava is sick of mundane angel duties, and she wants a promotion to finally earn her wings. A promotion takes more than hard work; it takes a miracle--literally. Unfortunately,  her miracle's impossible , because it involves a vampire.

Fin has no time for frivolous gestures. He's too busy avoiding his own kind to care what a naïve angel wants. But when the other vampires uncover his deepest secret, threatening what he cherishes most, nothing can help him... except a miracle.  Too bad he chased the angel away.

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What Amazon reviewers are saying: "Edge-of-your-seat Awesomeness. I couldn't put it down!""Action, adventure, and love - what more could you ask for?""The drama and the mystery keep the story moving and, as the action gets grittier, the romantic tension gets tauter. The story will make your heart pound, so keep some garlic handy; the vampire whose attention you draw may not be benevolent."





Joynell Schultz was raised at a zoo (yeah, bring on the jokes) which gave her a love of animals. She spends her days working as a veterinary pharmacist and spends her nights (cough, cough—very early mornings) creating imaginary worlds writing speculative fiction. When she’s not trying to put food on the table (take-out, of course) for her husband and two children (and keeping it away from her sneaky Great Dane), she spends her time reading, writing, enjoying the outdoors, and planning her next vacation.

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The Tears of Crimson Saga Continues

Welcome back to the world of Tears of Crimson, the New Orleans Vampire Bar!  It's been a long journey returning home, but for immortals, time knows no meaning.  I'm excited to announce two new books into the time capsule:  Rafe (the Prequel for Tears of Crimson) and Immortal Embrace the story of Gabriel and Shanna.  Immortal Desires, the book that follows Caleb will release late May of 2017, so be on the lookout for that.  Since the mortal life is short, let's talk about the new books in the series.


This is a short prequel that I'm giving away free.  It follows Rafe's thoughts during the dreams between himself and Cara and also gives a background into the Fallen prior to their fall.  Available everywhere free, except Amazon and I'm trying to get them to price match.  You can pick it up on Instafreebie while I work this out with Amazon here: Instafreebie Rafe  or on other retailers here:  Book Links

Before Tears of Crimson, there was Rafael. Fans of The Vampire Diaries, True Blood, and Twilight get ready for the world that will leave your soul longing. 
Her soul called to me in desperation and in my darkness, I found light once more. Tempted by her innocence, I vowed not to destroy her even though everything I am demanded she be mine. Her blood, her body, and the call of her soul tormented and delighted my senses. Would I be strong enough to deny fate or could my Cara become another victim of my wickedness?

I was cursed to walk through this human world, living on the blood of those I’d once promised to protect. Cloaked in secrecy, veiled in deceit, our race was the basis for monsters and myth. Vampire, werewolf, witch, incubus, and other forms of supernatural. The truth was much darker than they could imagine. Drawn to the one thing we no longer possessed, purity, we had the power to destroy them all.

My sweet beautiful human wanted me to be her salvation. If she only knew I was death waiting to consume all she offered, Cara would have run from the dreams instead of begging me to make them real. She is my punishment, a test from the heavens and I know I’ll fail. Eternal love or damnation, what choice was that to offer her soul? 




Kindle Scout Author, Michelle Hughes breathes new life into paranormal romance with a world of supernatural creatures and a love affair that will leave you breathless.
I know pain. I’ve lived it, breathed it, desperately fought it, and failed until he found me.. in my dreams.

Rafe saved me, but logically I knew he wasn't real… 

Now, my world has fallen apart again, and the only way to regain control of it is travel to the place where Rafe took me in those visions.

The streets of the French Quarter in New Orleans are my last chance at sanity. What I find through the doors of the Tears of Crimson nightclub could leave me wishing that insanity was my only fear.
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Fans of The Vampire Diaries, True Blood, and Twilight get ready for the world that will leave your soul longing.
He was the only hope I had in a lifetime of suffering. Gabriel, my angel, and salvation. Only in dreams did he come to me, pulling me into a world of peace that I couldn’t find in the real world. He sheltered my soul in his arms and I never wanted to leave our fantasy. Without him I was nothing. My heart ached for this dream to be real.

She was the light in the darkness, an innocent that I could never blemish. My beautiful Shanna, with a heart so pure it reminded me of who I once was. My soul was tainted, body cursed, cast down from the heavens to become a creature of eternal night. How could I allow her to walk in my world when everything I was would destroy her?

Some promises were meant to last forever, but at what cost? Two souls lost in torment will discover what they could never control. Destiny. Will either of them survive the Immortal Embrace?

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