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Spotlight Author Tour: Jeanine Binder

Jeanine Binder grew up in a small town in California on the outskirts of Palm Springs, where the Hollywood celebrities liked to vacation. After thirty years, she packed up, moved to Arkansas where she still lives today. Her hobbies include her writing, reading good books, and seeing exotic places (loves to go on cruises). Writing has always been a passion and hoping the next twenty years will bring many enjoyable books for others to read.  
Website Facebook Goodreads Interview with  Fiona McVie What inspired you to write your first book? The want to write something people would enjoy reading. That was always my goal – to sell one to someone I didn’t know who enjoyed reading it.Do you have a specific writing style? I write “clean” romance. My author- daughter calls those “Fade to Blacks” where I set up the love scene, then it fades off.What books have most influenced your life most? a mentor? Little Women – I admitted Louisa Mae Alcott for writing that when she was a teenager. Think I’ve read it fifty times or better. In today’s world, Danielle Steel is my biggest influence. I’ve studied her style and researched how she became so successful.Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing? Keeping the plots fresh – not having the same thing in every book.Do you have any advice for other writers? Don’t give up. If you can’t get a publishing house to pick it up – which is getting harder and harder these days – publish it yourself on Amazon.What makes you laugh/cry? Good comedy and kittens make me laugh. Seeing animals abused or senseless killings – that make me cry.Is there one person pass or present you would meet and why? Sean Connery. He has always been the essence of sophistication and class.Other than writing do you have any hobbies? Listening to music, playing Diablo 3 with friends, going on cruises for vacation.What TV shows/films do you enjoy watching? Not much into television. I like watching the Food Network and Cardinal’s baseball, during baseball season.Favorite foods / Colors/ Music Food = anything Oriental. Music = Alan Parsons, Yes, Van Halen. Color – maroon.
  Interview with Mave Serafi Where are you from?  Born Inglewood, California.  Now live Bentonville, ArkansasWhat is your favourite author? James PattersonWhat Genre do you typically write in and why?  Light Romance – because I like happy endingsWho is your biggest inspiration? Danielle Steel – I love how she kept writing even though she kept getting turned down (she was turned down 9 times after her first book published)What is your favorite place and time to write? Early mornings, in my office.  Where is it peacefulWhat are you currently working on?  Finishing the edits for “Ashes to Sparks” – my next romance.  Hoping for publishing early next month.
Fan Questions What kind of liquor would your characters be? Fruity rum drinksWhat inspired Fine Line? San Diego County Sheriff’s – used to hang with them some 20 years agoWhat is your go to writing snack? Crunchy Cheetos    This/ThatWould you prefer a cop or doctor in uniform?   Blonde or brunette? Brains or muscle?   Reading on a rainy day or walking on a sunny day?  Country or city living?  Long vacation at home or short vacation at an exotic location?   Playing it safe or rolling the dice?  Truth or dare?  Leather or lace?  As a lover, Nick from Real Time or Leigh from Fine Line?
 
Real Time Published: August 24, 2014SYNOPSIS Twenty-five years of fame comes at a price for Nick, leaving him hard—a machine to produce nothing but his music. True to his British upbringing, he’s very set in his ways. Things are just as he wants them—no deviance.In steps Kate—a studio musician who, by a strange twist, manages to get hired into his band. Everything starts out with the boundaries firmly placed, and it doesn’t take long for Nick to realize she’s going to change his world. To his surprise, he’s the one who is attracted to her first. She gets under his skin.Living by the creed that letting people close gets you hurt, Nick stays driven in his commitments. He is a musician, first and foremost, but a turn of events leads him to investing in the recording company who produces his music. Can he handle this new venture, his music, and keep the woman he now loves?
EXCERPT Nick Marshall planted his booted foot onto the desk in front of him, taking a long drag off the cigarette in his left hand and closing his eyes as he laid his head back on the chair. This cannot be that bloody hard, he thought, exhaling and opening his eyes to watch the smoke swirl over his head. In a city the size of Los Angeles, how difficult can it be to find ONE person who can play the piano? Nick was starting to get anxious and more than simply irritated. He had been auditioning to replace Marcus Daily, his keyboard player of fifteen years. Marcus had retired in the spring, stating he wanted to be closer to home, closer to his kids. Nick appreciated his sentiments and sent him off with a bang - a new job at the studio which would accomplish that. Now the bang was in his head as a headache continued to grow through a well of sheer frustration. He’d thought this would be an easy task – now he was three weeks away from his six-month US tour and no keyboard player in sight.
[image error] A Fine Line Published: November 13, 2014SYNOPSIS Undercover narcotics. Lori had no clue how dirty this business really was until Dr. Leigh Matthews walked into his life, late-night in an emergency room. She was blonde, beautiful, and intelligent – to Lori’s amazement she was just as happy with him and his job as he was. His father’s financial success meant nothing to her. She was a bright ray of sunshine in an otherwise dismal world.But as Lori prepares to bring down the largest drug operation in the county, can their love survive the stress of his long absences, the dangers of his job, as well as ultimate betrayal? Can they keep their relationship alive and well when the whole world turns upside down?
EXCERPT It was absolutely not his day.It had started with an early morning phone call from his ex-wife, Melissa. She’d been ranting about how her alimony check was late this month – which was not unusual. It was always two or three days late each month. And, with that statement, came a complete dissertation of what she was unable to do based on the fact said check was late. Lori – his real name was Taylor; no one except his father ever called him that – had sat on his bed, half asleep, listening to her voice rise and fall as she doggedly made her points. He tried to interrupt numerous times but she continued, unimpeded with her tirade. She had been determined to say what she wanted before Lori ever got a word in. On and on it went –more of her normal drama. Something Lori could care less about.Lori Winslow was a sheriff’s deputy with the Special Investigations Division for San Diego County, California. He was thirty-five years old, six-foot tall, hazel eyes, and light brown hair which hung to his shoulders.  
Ashes to Sparks coming Feb 2015EXCERPT His cell phone rang at ten minutes to eleven that evening. “Jeffries,” he said answering it.He couldn’t understand the person on the other end. They were intermittently yelling and crying – all he knew was it was Wendy’s voice on the phone. So he waited patiently for her to finish whatever fit she was having at that moment. It was normal for her to just scream and yell on the phone, not making a lot of sense until she thought she had said what she wanted. He could live a long life without her constant drama scenes.“You done?” he asked, when the voice was quiet.“Yes,” she said. “I want you to bring Kristen home to me tonight.”“She’s sound asleep and it’s eleven o’clock,” he countered. “I’ll drop her off at school in the morning.”“I’ll call the police. I’ll tell them you kidnapped her.”The threat didn’t even faze him. “Go right ahead, Wendy. I’ll have Kristen’s school come and testify that you continually neglect to pick her up after school. It’s starting to become a habit with you. What the hell is that all about?”“Fine,” she said, a huffy tone in her voice and ignoring his question. “You’re an asshole, Ryan.”She hung up the phone and Ryan smiled to himself, knowing he had won this battle, small that it was. He leaned his head back against the couch, closing his eyes against a raging headache. Never again, he said to himself. I will never let a woman in my life again. Just not worth it. Ryan was thirty-three, six- foot-five, two-hundred-twenty pounds, with red hair and green eyes – not like he had issues with women admiring the way he looked. He’d catch women watching him all the time; he just wasn’t ready to jump into anything after all of the chaos he’d gone through with Wendy. It would take a very special woman to change his mind. He liked being able to do as he pleased without having to worry about any repercussions.
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Title: Letters Written In White Author: Kathryn Perez Cover Reveal: February 6, 2015 Release Date: 2015 Hosted by: SBB PromotionsI’m dead.I’m cold and alone and I’m dead. There’s no air in my lungs. My chest is as cold and hollow as a cave on a snowcapped mountain side. My heart no longer beats there. Frigid winds whistle through my ribs and the sadness inside me weeps like my favorite tree. Days ago, I met with death face to face. The mirror, our meeting place. My two darkened green eyes stared deeply into hers. I tilted my head to the side. She did too. “It’s time,” I whispered. “It’s time,” she whispered. And with that I turned away from her, the woman in the mirror who knew all of my secrets and all of my pain. I walked away from her and yet we’d never been closer than we were in that moment. The inner struggle was over. No more arguing with the woman in the mirror. No more arguing with myself. The choice was made. She was the victor. Or was I?
That was the day Riah Winter died. Kathryn lives in her small East Texas hometown with her family. She's a music infused writer and self-proclaimed book junkie. When she isn't listening to music, writing or reading you'll probably find her watching her favorite sport, UFC.Kathryn is also an anti-bullying advocate and avid supporter of mental-illness and suicide awareness.Kathryn's Favorite Things:*Watching UFC!! *Colleen Hoover Books *Acoustic guitar music *Coffee, lots of coffee *Quotable quotes *Any Eminem or Hozier music *Music is my therapy *Reading books that make me cry *Crazy or funny t-shirts *Sleeping in and staying up late *Anything in the color PURPLE :)Favorite Quote at the Moment: "Don't be pushed by your problems, be led my your dreams." Favorite Athlete: Tito Ortiz Favorite Singer: Sam Smith & Ed Sheeran Favorite Band: Hozier Favorite Song: Eden by Hozier Favorite Movie: Memoirs of a Geisha Favorite Food: Japanese Favorite Drink: COFFEE Favorite Candy: Choco covered raisins Motto in Life: Love Yourself First!

Keeping It Real: 2015 Writing Goals

Well, the first month of the year is over already. Seriously, does anyone else feel like we just had Christmas? With that being said, I wanted to share with you all my writing goals for 2015. Originally, my goal was to publish four books in 2015. For sure, I wanted to do books 3 & 4 in the Burning Lovesick series then before 2014 was even over, I had already finished first drafts of Fear of Striking Out and My Favorite What If. Honestly, that kind of bummed me out that before 2015 had even started, my entire writing schedule was already slated and half of it was already done.

Of course, K.S. Thomas challenged me: Why just four? Who says I can't write/publish more? Then Rachelle Ayala started a group on Facebook calling all authors to be in boxed sets. And then Carey at Safari Heat Tours did a massive book cover sale and I bought six covers! So... here's the new schedule, cross your fingers and wish me luck that I can accomplish all of this:

Done and ready (well, almost ready!)
Fear of Striking Out
My Favorite What If

In Progress
Loved by the Linebacker

Boxed Sets
Score One For Love (Loved by the Linebacker novella will be in this set and then released on it's own at full-length novel)
TBA Steamy Christmas Set (I have to write a story for this one!)
Heroes Who Protect (Love is a Fire will be re-edited and included)

To Write...
Burning Lovesick 3 (for sure in 2015) & 4 (might push to 2016, we'll see)
Then I need a book to release in October (possibly Jace from The Right Pitch) and a book in December (thinking Mark and Meg's infertility story, Meg is Colie's sister from The Right Pitch)

So yeah, I've set myself up for a pretty full schedule! Seven or eight books, at least six for sure!?! I don't know if I've totally lost it or what, but here's to hoping I accomplish it all. All of your love, support, and comments are what motivates me to keep writing so keep them coming!

I Think About You by K.S. Thomas

TITLE: I Think About YouAUTHOR: K.S. ThomasGENRE: Contemporary RomancePUBLICATION DATE: January 27, 2015COVER DESIGN: KG Cover ArtLENGTH: 50,000+ wordsCONTENT WARNING: Adult Content - Language/Situations



One's dream can be a funny thing. A collection of random thoughts. A compilation of your deepest fears and desires. A sign?Most days, Marissa leaves dream interpretation to the psychologists and psychics, but when her subconscious churns out a vision of her first love so real it jars her from her sleep, she can't help but wish she knew what it meant. Or at the very least, what the lingering feelings still present long after she's awake, mean.Drew isn't looking for signs. Mostly, he's just trying to avoid them. Like the street sign that marks the turn to her old house. Or the stop sign at the edge of town, reminding him where he belongs and what else is out there. Her. Marissa. She's out there. But that doesn't matter anymore.Until...
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Drew’s shoulders raised and his arms moved out ever so slightly, but he kept his hands safely tucked away in his pockets. “I'm glad you came over.”I wasn’t practicing the same restraint. I reached out and affectionately squeezed his arm. “Me too. I feel better having talked about some of this stuff.”His eyes darted back and forth between my hand on him and my face. “Hey, you want to go sit out on the deck? It's nice out tonight.”“Okay.” It was an abrupt change in topic, but maybe it was best not to dwell on the past any longer now that it had been resolved as much as it would probably ever be. Although it still left me with the lingering question, ‘Where did we go from here?’I followed him out back to a huge deck furnished with a hammock and several chairs. I went straight for the hammock and climbed in while Drew pulled up one of the chairs to sit beside me.“I can't believe you still have this thing. I used to love laying out here.” I swayed back and forth, completely cocooned in the softly weathered linen, staring out at the starlit sky.Drew’s mouth gave way to his half-smile. “I remember.”I kept swinging back and forth, feeling more content than I could remember feeling in a long time. “Drew. How come you never told me you bought that land?”He exhaled loudly, leaning back in his seat and kicking out his legs. “I was going to. Just never got around to it, I guess. I mean, at first I was just going to see if the bank would even give me another loan since my dad had just helped me buy this place. I didn't really think they'd say yes, but they did.” He moved his hand in the air like he’d thought they were nuts. “So, I made an offer. I went pretty low and I never thought they'd accept.” His hand went up again, signaling another surprise. “But they did and, next thing I knew, we closed on it and I owned ten acres of pasture, complete with a fishing pond.”“Why did you even want it?” He was on a roll already and I was determined to get him to spell out every last detail regarding the inner workings of his brain if I could.Staring out into the night, a distant look came over his face, like he was remembering the whole thing. “When I saw the for sale sign it sort of set this crazy plan I had into motion.” He grinned. A dopey, happy grin. “I could just picture myself buying it and, when the time was right, taking you there, getting down on one knee.” He turned to face me. “You know the drill.”I nearly flipped out of the hammock. “You were going to ask me to marry you?”He nodded. Apparently he saw no reason to hold back anything at this point. “That was the plan.”


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Dog Lover who likes her pastries full of cream and sugar….oh…and I write some ;-) Aside from being an author, I am also a mom to a beautiful 5 year old little girl. I tell everyone I named her after my great-grandmother (because that’s the mature answer), but really, I named her after my favorite princess – just so happens I got lucky and they had the same name…If I wasn’t a writer, I would work on a horse ranch – I’m an animal lover (in addition to dogs, horses are at the top of my list). I wear flip-flops pretty much everywhere I go. I would rather stay awake until 5 am than get up at 5 am (years of bar tending have left their mark), if I can, I’m going to the beach AND I will always be nice to people who bring me chocolate…or coffee…if you bring me both, I’ll probably love you forever.A gypsy at heart, I write the way I live, following the story wherever it may lead, always ready to start the next one. This is clearly reflected in my body of work which to date includes everything from Children’s Lit to Thrillers. I happily reside in sunny Florida (for now) and always enjoy hearing from fellow readers!!

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Keeping It Real: My Book Signing at Hastings!

Two Saturdays ago, I had my second book signing and event. It was in my hometown at Hastings. For those of you not familiar with Hastings, they are a nation-wide chain that sells books, music, DVDs, etc... I'm trying to stock pile my books for Indie Book Fest that I'll hopefully be attending with K.S. Thomas this summer. I try to order a few a month and rather than let them just sit in my basement, I have them on consignment at Hastings. When I dropped off the books in November, they asked if I wanted to do a signing and I was like, uh... yes! Check it out, here's my poster for Everybody's After Love and my books on display. 
Going into Saturday, I was worried that no one would come. I mean when I did the library event back in November, I didn't sell a single book and barely had anyone stop and talk to me (other than to be polite!). So, needless to say, I wasn't really looking forward to it...
I shocked myself at how professional my table looked! I started the day with the goal to sell three books which was ten percent...Oh and let me tell you how BOTH of the shirts I brought had stuff on them so my sister was frantically trying to spot wash/dry them for me. Thanks, Sha Sha, you're the best! The signing had barely started and in walked a girl in sunglasses, reading the sign on the door. I laughed at her joke and then realized, "Hey, I know you!" It was my baby cousin, who is almost twenty-one, but the last time I saw her she was in high school! Her parents were with her so it was great to catch up with them. My cousin had curly hair like AR's and whenever someone mentions cutting AR's hair, I always think about my cousin so her dedication had a note about that.
Next walks in a girl I went to high school with and her sister. Surprisingly, they just happened to walk in with no idea I was there or had even wrote a book! It was great to catch up with them. Of course, I didn't think to get a pic until after they left. :( Thank you though, Kayla and sis for your support!
Then my long time friend, and always supporter whether it be moving cross country, running 42 flights of stairs, throwing a baby shower, cake hunting, or spreading the love about my books, Laura came to visit.  My namesake's mom and sister stopped by to show their support. They're sending one to California for my namesake! She's a doctor, too, so maybe I'll pick her brain for future books.
My Girl Scout buddy, Gabe stopped by! Of course, we spent the majority of time talking about her new, sweet baby.
Mama Laura came by, too! I played soccer with her daughters back in high school. She had read Love is a Fire and commented that she couldn't believe it was me writing that. I always blush but my response is, "Hey, it's no FSOG!"
My childhood best friend's older sister (and likewise my honorary older sister) came by to get a set for both fams. She even bought one for her sweet Mimi since she was the inspiration for the Mimi in Love is a Fire. She reminded me of a prank she pulled on me in middle school, took pics, and posted in the local newspaper on my sixteenth birthday. Keep that in mind, you might be reading in that in a book some day!
And another bestie from back in the day, WAY BACK, stopped by. She's still pissed at me about Nick Garrity, but came to show her support and get some more books.
Overall, I far surpassed my goal of three books, but more than anything, it was great to see familiar faces and while it's been years since I've seen most of them, it's awesome how after all this time, they still support me. A huge thank you to those that came to see me, purchased books, and always have my back. I also have to thank those of you that reminded me of old memories that will more than likely appear in future books.

After the signing, my sister and I went out to dinner with some of her high school friends (she recently joined FB and is kindling old friendships). Dinner was a-ma-zing and to top it off, the day was finished with this little bit of heaven-Baked Alaska! I'd definitely call the day a success in my book!

Fear Me by B.B. Reid

 
Amazon US ~~ Amazon UK ~~ Amazon CA~~ Kobo I don't believe in Fairy-tales and Prince Charming. I believe in fear. He taught me how to be afraid. We first met on a playground during a wonderful summer day. It was the first time he hurt me and it wasn't the last. For ten years he's been my tormentor and I've been his forbidden. But then he went away and yet I was still afraid. Now he's back and wants more than just my tears. You see...he thinks I sent him away so now he wants revenge...and he knows just how to get it. *This book is new adult and contains rough elements such as harsh language, mild violence, and strong sexual content. Readers should be 18+.*
B.B. Reid was raised in North Carolina and attended North Carolina State University where she graduated with a B.S. in Business Administration. She also has a military service background in the N.C. National Guard. Her goal in life was to one day become lawyers for corporate America, but her dream was to write romances and touch the lives of millions of readers. B.B., also known as Bebe, found her passion for romance when she read her first romance novel by Susan Johnson at a young age and she would sneak into her mother's closet for books and even sometimes the attic. It soon became a hobby and later an addiction that influenced her life in a positive way. As a person who has always wondered about the existence of her talent, B.B. hopes that the launch of her debut novel, Fear Me, will be the beginning start to the pursuit of her happiness as well as her readers.  
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Protective Hearts by D.S. Williams

After being kidnapped by the Chicago Heart Ripper, Finn O'Flaherty is his only surviving victim.
Rescued by her brother, Finn suffers heartache in the aftermath as she struggles to come to terms with what happened and battles the amnesia that prevents her from identifying the serial killer.
Caleb Sheppard is determined to protect Finn out of respect and a sense of duty towards his friend's younger sister. He suspects there is more to the prolific serial killer than meets the eye, and one question haunts him: Why was Finn kept, and not killed?
It's a race against time to retrieve Finn's memories, keep her out of the Ripper's clutches, and discover the secrets of his identity.
What Finn doesn't realize, is that Caleb and his family are hiding secrets of their own – some of which Finn may not be able to accept.


He stared at the finger of whisky
Glowing golden amber
in the bottom of the glass.
He focused on
his heart, his love, the link to her.
Finnola. Where are you?
“Finn! It’s okay. You’re safe now. He can’t hurt you anymore.”
Shep’s anxious voice reached me and I returned to present day in a rush, found myself wrapped firmly in his arms. I inhaled raggedly, my cheeks wet with tears.
Shep drew away, cupping his hands against my jaw tenderly. “It’s okay. It’s over now, baby.” He stroked his thumbs across my cheeks, brushing the tears away and fury was evident in his startling green eyes. “I won’t let him hurt you again, Finn. Not ever again.”
I drew a shuddering breath, inhaling the rich male scent of Shep’s skin, wondering abstractly what cologne he wore. Whatever it was, I loved it. A subtle mix of pine and bergamot, the aroma calmed me, soothed away the horror of what I’d heard and imagined in the darkness.
“I promise you. I won’t let him get to you. I swear I’ll protect you,” Shep said huskily, still brushing tears from my cheeks.
For a long moment, I watched him, welcoming the calm assurances he offered. Shep returned my gaze and the fury in his eyes faded, replaced with another emotion I couldn’t grasp. Inhaling another shaky breath, I watched Shep swallow deeply, his attention dropping from my eyes to my lips.
Shep suddenly cursed, turning away abruptly, and placing the kitchen bench between us. “Bad idea,” he muttered. “Drink your coffee, kitten. I’m heading up for a shower.”
I obediently picked up the coffee mug, holding it between my hands as both my mind and senses reeled. What just happened? For one second, I’d thought Shep was considered kissing me; in fact, I was positive the thought crossed his mind. Why did he pull away?
Shep strode away, leaving me alone with my tangled thoughts. With a sigh, I got up and went in search of something to eat, pushing the thought of Caleb Sheppard firmly to the back of my mind.
By the time I’d located a box of pop tarts and placed two in the toaster, I was convinced the moment with Shep was a figment of an overly stressed mind. I was pouring a second coffee when I heard a car in the drive, announcing Shelby and Taylor’s arrival.
Shelby greeted me with a hug and glanced around the dilapidated kitchen with unconcealed disgust. “It’s not too late, you know. You can still come back to Chicago with us,” she offered, a tiny crease wrinkling her smooth brow. “Ash can’t keep you here in Hicksville, if you don’t want to stay.”
“I’m fine,” I reassured her. “I like it here.” Catching the cynical roll of Shelby’s eyes, I placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “I want to stay, Shel. I feel safer here.”
It was true, even if Shelby didn’t believe me. I couldn’t go home; the killer knew where I lived. After being released from hospital, I’d given up the lease on my apartment. Although living there had been wonderful, I would never feel safe there again.
After the kidnapping, I’d stayed with Shelby’s parents, who welcomed me with open arms and warm hearts. It was exactly what I needed, Shelby’s parents had always treated me as a second daughter, and their love, and support, was vital in the first few dreadful weeks after Bryan’s death. Ash wasn’t convinced of my safety in their suburban home however, insisting on this move to Massachusetts. Even Chicago’s finest wouldn’t know where I was and Ash had taken a lot of heat for his decision. I was the only living witness to the Ripper’s murderous activities—if they caught him, my testimony would ensure a death sentence.
If I could remember enough to be any help.
“I want you close to us, Finn,” Shelby persisted. “If he finds out where you are, you haven’t got any protection out here! There isn’t even a phone for Christ’s sake!”
“She’s got a cell,” Ash countered, walking into the kitchen. “She’ll be in constant contact with Shep and me.” He pressed a kiss to my forehead and gave me a reassuring squeeze as he met Shelby’s gaze. “Trust me, Shelby. This is the safest option for Finn right now.”
“Finn needs her friends around her!” Shelby argued vehemently, crossing her arms over her chest. “She’s fragile right now, you know that Ash! How can she possibly be comfortable out here alone?”
“She’s going to be fine. We’ve talked about it and Finn and I agree this is the smartest option,” Ash responded calmly. “You need to trust me on this, Shelby. Having her stay in Chicago is dangerous. We haven’t even got a handle on the Ripper’s identity.”
“So leaving her to fend for herself is the sensible idea? You aren’t giving me much confidence in the abilities of Chicago’s finest!”
“You’re beginning to piss me off, Shelby,” Ash growled. “Finn knows she’s secure here. There’s a security system, she’ll be in constant contact with me, and if there’s the slightest sign of trouble, I’ll have the Rockport Deputies on the doorstep, faster than you can take a breath.”
“I’m pissing you off?” Shelby said incredulously. “This isn’t about you, Ash! Finn needs to be with people she knows!”
“Could we stop talking about Finn like she isn’t even here?” I muttered miserably. Shrugging free from Ash’s arm, I pulled the pop tarts from the toaster and threw them onto a plate. “When did this become a situation in which I have absolutely no control?”
“When you were taken by the Ripper, kitten.”
Shep stood in the entrance, his dark hair damp from the shower. He gazed at me calmly, his expression impassive and for a long moment I stared at him, frustrated by what I’d lost. My life had been whole, complete before this happened. I’d been happy and confident, in charge of my own decisions. Having that control taken away was a bitter pill to swallow and I stalked from the kitchen, stomping through the sun porch and onto the balcony. I slammed the door behind me and was glad of it, wanted the others to know how angry I was.
The temperature was cool, the sky overcast despite it being the middle of summer. A vigorous breeze blew hair around my face as I leaned on the handrail, watching water crashing onto the rocks below. The house stood at the edge of the cliff, looking out across the rolling Atlantic. The smell of seawater reached my nostrils and I inhaled deeply, calmed by the rugged tranquility of the landscape. On both sides of the house, the forest almost touched the edges of the cliff, leaving a narrow pathway that snaked along the rocks. Majestic pines stood tall and thick, making it possible to believe this was the only inhabited building on earth.
Rebel crept up beside me, dropping to his haunches by my leg. Since waking this morning, he’d been constantly at my side, and I welcomed his quiet company. Rubbing a hand idly across his head, I found his fur was smooth and silky beneath my fingers. “I wish they would go away and leave us alone,” I told the wolf as I scratched behind his ears, “they’re all gonna drive me nuts.”
“You really mean that?”
Startled by the sound of Shep’s deep voice, I whirled around to face him. “Stop creeping up on me!” I snapped angrily.
Shep shrugged indifferently, leaning against the weathered railing beside me. “Sorry, kitten. Wanted to check if you were okay.”
“I’m fine,” I muttered. I’d assumed Shelby would come search me out and Shep’s sudden appearance had me unbalanced. “And stop calling me kitten.”
Shep shifted against the railing to face me, his green eyes intent. “I’ve always called you kitten.”
I crossed my arms against my chest. “Yeah, well you can cut it out. I’m not your damn kitten.”
“No,” he retorted mildly. “When you’re in a mood like this, you’re more like a tiger.”
“Go away, Shep.”
He reached into the pocket of his shirt, pulling out a packet of cigarettes and lit one, inhaling deeply. “Why are you so angry with me, Finn?”
“I thought you gave up smoking?” I retorted sharply, watching as he blew perfect smoke rings, which dissipated rapidly in the brisk breeze.
“I did. Having you kidnapped by the Ripper tested my resolve.”
“Why the hell would you care?”
Shep’s eyes darkened and he scowled. “Of course I care, Finn.”
“Well you can relax, I’m perfectly fine. Go back to Chicago and whichever bimbo you’re banging currently.”
Shep dragged on the cigarette as he considered my words. “Sounds a bit like jealousy to me, kitten.”
I turned and stalked along the balcony to escape him. The last thing I needed was an argument with Shep, which skirted this close to personal issues. I’d kept my feelings secreted away, but the earlier moment inside the house, combined with shredded nerves was making me careless.
Instead of taking the hint, Shep followed to where I stood gazing across the ocean. “Go away, Shep. I don’t want to talk to you.”
“I need to teach you the commands for Rebel.”
With an exasperated sigh, I turned around, searching his eyes for the truth. “Were you going to kiss me this morning?” I questioned bluntly.
For almost a minute, I thought he wouldn’t answer, but he inhaled heavily and his expression softened. “I thought about it,” he admitted huskily.
“But it’s a bad idea?”
His gaze flickered across to the crashing waves, avoiding eye contact. “Yeah. It’s a lousy idea.”




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D.S. Williams is the author of the supernatural romance series 'The Nememiah Chronicles'.
Wife and mother to four demanding teenagers, D.S. Williams started writing at the age of five, when life was simpler and her stories really didn't have to make much sense. When you're five, happily ever after always ended the story and how you got there didn't matter so much.
Older and wiser, D.S. Williams has continued to write... and write... and write. With the support and encouragement of her husband and friends, she has finally come to the conclusion that she can't keep hiding from the world forever and should try sharing the numerous novels which have been written over the past 40+ years.
D.S. Williams enjoys writing (obviously), reading (voraciously) and making lists (obsessively). She's enjoyed a lifelong addiction to foods starting with 'ch' - cheescake, chocolate and chips - and when it comes to books, she loves a really good cliffhanger. Be warned!
She shares her life with her husband of twenty eight years, the Gang of Four and the current furry residents, Tuppence the Groodle and Angus the Bull Mastiff.


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Title: RicochetAuthor: Jessica WildeGenre: Romantic SuspenseRelease Date: February 23, 2015Fear.It's the last thing I remembered.I was afraid.Afraid to fight, afraid to run… afraid to breathe.Then, everything had gone dark. As if life was finally hearing my pleas, my cries to end the torment. To end the fear.But even in the dark, I still felt it.I always felt it.My life had been a ricochet of one event leading to the next. Bouncing back and forth from good to bad. Happiness to despair. Hope to fear.My name is Arianna West. I'm stronger now. Steady. Alive.I can find a way to survive on my own. I can see what is coming for me. I can channel my fear into strength.Except… I didn't see Jack.And Jack changed everything.For readers 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual content. I live in Morgan Utah with my husband, daughter, and dog, Kolo. I write as often as my active daughter will let me and my husband has the patience of a saint. I find inspiration from dreams, people I meet, and life experiences. When I write, I usually end up drinking one too many cans of Peace Tea, eating three too many Fruit by the Foot fruit snacks, and accidentally kicking my pup and best buddy, Kolo, too many times since he loves to sleep under my desk at my feet. I started writing as a teen, but my fear of the unknown won out every time and I threw everything out. After becoming a mother and deciding to stay at home to raise my beautiful little girl, I tried again when I couldn't stop thinking of ideas. I loved every minute, every hour of sleep lost, and every character that came to life in my mind. It's strange, but my favorite moments are when I have writer's block because I can turn to my husband and find inspiration through him by just doing what we do best together. Talking, laughing, and just being in love. He doesn't like to read, but he never stops encouraging me to keep going. Writing has become an important part of my life and every book has a special place in my heart.

Keeping It Real: I Traded Workouts for Writing

I remember back before I had my daughter and I had all the time in the world. I mean, yeah, I still had twenty-four hours in a day, but other than work, I really had no time commitments. So I ran half-marathons, went out with the girls ( alot!), took roadtrips to anywhere and everywhere, blogged,  and I still had time to write a blog about the daily musings of our lives (that was my writing outlet back then). It's funny to go back and see what I wrote about then. For instance, I seriously did a blog post about if Sun Chip bags were really biodegradable... and took pictures! Wow, just wow, let that sink in and then I'll move on...

So yeah, I had time, all kinds of time and then I had a kid. Now, I know I don't post too much about her, but my kid is awesome. It's cliche but she's seriously the most amazing thing in the world and she is my world. Nothing is better than picking her up after work and she runs to me, yelling, "Mommy, I missed you! I love you!" Seriously... melt.my.heart!

During the year after she was born, I seriously had no life. If I did something, she was by my side. My girl and me, we're inseparable. She's 2.5 now and I can count on my hand the number of nights we haven't spent together and they were all for work.

Then we went to Outer Banks, NC for family vacation and I decided it was time to buckle down and finally lose the baby weight. And I did and it was awesome and I felt great! It was such a huge difference at the playground with my girl and I felt like I was back on track. I'd lost fifty pounds and had about twenty more to go. I was getting up at 5AM and going to boot camp then running another two miles afterward, go to work, pick up my daughter, play with her and I'd go directly to bed.

Then I found out about this crazy little world called indie authors...and I was sucked in. I read as many as I could, my mind started turning, and I started asking how this whole self-publishing worked and then I started writing... and writing... and writing. I also started teaching so the hours in my day were once again limited. I stay up late writing so getting up at 5AM was no longer feasible. I met writing friends online and then I published a book and met readers. Every free moment of mine is spent online marketing, writing, reading, editing, and the list goes on. And somehow, I gained back all the weight I lost plus ten more pounds. Sigh...

Of course, the class I teach starts up again in a two weeks and my time is going to be even MORE limited. I don't know what to do, but I HAVE to do something. I've started watching what I eat but I need to FORCE myself to do some type of exercise for at least thirty minutes a day.

I traded my workouts for writing. I love to write but I need to be healthy. Over the next few weeks, I'm really going to evaluate my time management skills and figure out what I can do with my hours in the day so that my body is happy and so is my brain.. and my readers!

Sweetness, He Said Cover Reveal by Jude Starr

When the people you love betray and humiliate you, how do you learn to trust again?Fleeing this very heartache, Iris leaves her Florida home to attend Columbia University. While she makes friends, works, and enjoys her classes, Iris is not in a rush to fall in love; that is, until a certain sexy someone finds her. Suddenly, Iris' boring holiday takes a sizzling turn. But will the heat of passion lead to a holiday fling, or finally melt her frozen heartDealing with a tainted past, Calvin makes building his company his priority. He's busy enjoying the single life until a blonde skatergirl becomes the focus of his attentionCan Iris help her man let go of his past guilt and show him how to love unconditionally?




Jude Starr is a pseudonym for an Amazon Bestselling Author of five previous books. This is her debut erotica novel.Jude Starr is an author who writes from the heart, and reads with passion and devotion.  Jude enjoys stories of drama, true love, tattoos, and everything in between. While writing is her therapy, reading is her solace. Life doesn’t get better than books and chocolate, and maybe a little bit of shopping.A romance lover, Jude writes about love, pain, heartbreak and matters that will challenge your heart. A book can tell an unexpected story, no matter which directions it takes. Jude embraces words that have haunted her for years.Jude is a working mom who dedicates her time to a law firm and writing books. She has an energetic five-year old superhero son, and a supportive boyfriend of thirteen years. Her family is her rock; she could not survive without them. Born a country girl, she transformed into a city woman who now lives in Montreal, Canada. Although French is her first language, Jude decided to write in English because she liked the challenge.
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