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Giveaway and Pre Order Blitz--The Cat Cafe by CarolineBellFoster #MaEBlogStops

Book Title: The Cat Café Author: Caroline Bell Foster Genre: Romance/Interracial Release Date: April 2, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Trinity Peters has three great loves in her life; books, cake, and mostly cats - her CAT CAFÉ in Nottingham allows her to indulge in all three. Amiable, attractive and ambitious, she knows what she wants in life and sets about making it happen. Everything is going nicely for her until a handsome city slicker, with the suits to match, enters her café by mistake one evening. Nothing would ever be the same for her again.Blake Lawrence is the well heeled city boy who loves to play big city games. He wouldn't normally venture too far from the bright lights of London, but business interests direct him to the East Midlands. He meets, and is captivated by, the sexy, mad cat woman Trinity Peters.
As much as Blake liked seeing his friend Becca, being at her house, her stomach swollen with baby number two, whilst baby number one was still in nappies was not his idea of dinner party bliss. He’d escaped as soon as he could, not missing the look of mischief on his dear friend's face. He and Becca went way back, she was the only female friend he hadn’t slept with. They’d been at boarding school together in France, or was it Italy? He couldn’t remember, but they’d been friends. He was Godfather to baby number one, Dominick and he did all his Godfatherly duties like be there at the Christening, buying bonds in the little boys name and generally asking how he was once a month. Yes he was a good Godfather. Too early to go home, well to the flat he used whilst in Nottingham, Blake decided to walk around. It was barely nine o’clock, all the shoppers had gone as Nottingham still operated by the antiquated five o’clock shop closure system that was a pain for busy people like his PA when he needed him to get him something. He always grumbled about the early closing times. People were heading out to restaurants, no doubt filling up before dancing off the excess of calories he thought, as he walked through Hockley. He could see his building in the distance and knew he only needed to walk for another fifteen minutes and he'd be there. A group of women dressed in a haze of fluorescent pink and white surged out of a pub and surrounded him like a swarm of angry bees. "Oi, here’s a nice one," one of them said. Smiling tightly Blake tried to extricate himself, but two looped their arms through his stopping him. "She’s getting married next week," one with spiky black hair explained. "See?" She pointed to a blonde wearing a pink tutu and white sash and a gleaming plastic crown. "Congratulations." Blake murmured, trying to hustle the women along up the narrow lane. "Would you like to come for a drink? Her last hurrah and all that?" another one asked hopefully, batting her overly long false eyelashes at him. "No thanks." "Aww please," spiky black-haired woman pouted up at him. "You're a nice looking bloke, tall and handsome. What colour are your eyes?" she moved in closer to look into his eyes. "Blue or green?" Blake gritted his teeth. What was it with these northerners and harassment? Sexual harassment worked both ways. Peeling himself away as firmly as he could he quickly walked around them and into the nearest shop. Then stopped. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. There were cats everywhere. He blinked just to see if the curry he’d had for dinner wasn’t playing with his brain cells. Yes, there were cats of all different sizes all different colours on the other side of the glass wall. He turned to go, but a girl with a red rose in her hair caught and held his attention. She’d changed. It was criminal to hide what she’d been hiding in that boxy suit she’d worn earlier at the bank. Now, as she was bent over a cat, he could see her cute derrière and slender legs in a pair of blue faded jeans. The fabric was worn and faded where it cupped her bottom. The door opened behind him. "Go on in please mate, before that hen party change their minds and find me." A man, not much younger than Blake said taking off his shoes. "Take your shoes off or Trinity will eat you alive," the man advised. "You don’t bring outside dirt near the cats." "What is this place?" Blake asked, puzzled. The man grinned. "The Cat Café, I come here every chance I get," the man explained. "My girlfriend is allergic to cats but I like to come here and chill out and watch some football if I can wrangle the remote off Trinity." "Cat café?" "Yes mate," the man stuck his hand out. "I’m Travis," "Blake." They shook hands. "Take your shoes off and stick 'em in there," Travis advised, pointing to a row of wooden lockers with keys, watching as Blake followed his instruction with obvious reluctance. "Use this." After placing his shoes in the locker he palmed the key the young man gave him, then following his example Blake put on a pair of disposable socks. Travis then pumped hand sanitiser on his hands and indicated for Blake to follow his example "Are you ready?" Travis asked, practically bursting with excitement. "What for exactly?" Travis grinned, wriggling his pale eyebrow. "To fall in love of course." He pushed open the glass door. Blake looked at the girl with the red rose in her hair and perfect golden brown skin, he exhaled and went in.
Caroline Bell Foster was born in Derby, England and with her family went on a six week holiday to Jamaica. She stayed for 18 years!Ever the adventurer, Caroline bought her first pair of high heels in Toronto and traded her pink sunglasses for a bus ride in the Rift Valley at 18. She wrote her first short story on that bus and had it published the following year in a local newspaper. With themes of substance, Caroline's latest novels' defy convention and celebrate modern day Britain. Other Novels' - Ladies' Jamaican, Caribbean Whisper's, Saffron's Choice, Call Me Royal and Call Me Lucky (The Call Centre Series) The Call Centre Series is written as a tribute to all those who work the night shift in a call centre, as she has done. The first novel, Call Me Royal, became an Amazon best seller. The author now lives in Nottingham, England with her husband and two children.
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Giveaway and Review Blitz-- Finding Fisher by Dakota Madison

Book Title: Finding Fisher Author: Dakota Madison Genre: New Adult Romance Release Date: March 2, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Franklin Smith was the perfect fiancé. He was at the top of our class at Stanford and had been recently accepted to Harvard Law. But Spring Break our senior year of college changed everything. He went back home to New Jersey and never returned. At his funeral I discovered a guy I never knew. His secret past. And a twin brother, Fisher, I didn’t know existed. Author’s Note: This book is dedicated to cover model, Joshua Scott Nicholson (August 30, 1990 - December 12, 2014). A portion of the profits from the sale of this book will be donated in Josh’s memory to Joining Hearts, Inc., a 501 (c)(3), all-volunteer, non-profit organization dedicated to providing housing support to people living with HIV and AIDS in Atlanta. Cover Photographer Eric McKinney of 6:12 Photography will also donate a portion of his profits to Joining Hearts in Josh’s memory. When I phoned information they gave me an address for Sherry Smith in Old Town. Heading down a long, windy semi-paved dirt road I’m just thankful I have a rental and not the luxury car my parents purchased for me for my twenty-first birthday. I feel like I’ve been slapped in the face when I see a run-down double-wide at the end of the driveway. The house, if you can call it that, has definitely seen better days. And those days weren’t in this century. The place is surrounded by old trucks in various states of disrepair along with piles of engine parts everywhere. After I park the little Hyundai I hop out and stretch my long legs. I normally don’t do well in compacts, even with the seat back as far as it will go. This car is no exception. As I look around for signs of life all I see are a few mangy-looking stray cats milling about, no doubt searching for rats or other varmints who will serve as their next meals. Then I hear the faint sound of tapping. Followed by an “Oh, No!” I guess it’s not just me and the cats here. I head toward the area from where the exclamation emanated. An old truck that looks like it hasn’t been driven since the 1950s is behind another truck maybe from the 1970s. There’s a man with the entire top half of his body underneath the hood of the older truck, obviously trying to fix it. All that’s visible as I approach is his bottom half, in tight-fitting Denim and black work boots. I clear my throat, hoping to get his attention, but I get a rather annoyed “Just a minute” instead. After sixty-two seconds pass I clear my throat again. “It’s been over a minute. Sixty-three seconds to be exact.” He laughs. One that sounds familiar. Too familiar. His laugh sounds just like Franklin’s. A shiver runs through my entire body in response. When he extricates himself from the hood of the car and turns toward me my knees buckle and I nearly faint. The man grabs me just before I hit the dirt. Once he has me upright I notice that the brand new white silk shirt I’m wearing is now covered in grease. “This can’t be happening,” I utter as I try to remember if grease can be removed from silk. I quickly remove my stash of sanitizer wipes from my pocketbook and get to work trying to remove some of the grease from my shirt. “I don’t think that’s going to work,” the man says. He looks just like Franklin, but a disgustingly filthy version of my fiancé. Every inch of the guy is covered in grease and dirt. It’s like my worst nightmare come to life. One of the few things I hate more than being disorganized is being dirty. I will do almost anything to avoid becoming soiled in any way. The guy’s eyes search mine as if he’s trying to figure out what I’m doing standing in front of his old truck in the middle of nowhere New Jersey. “Here,” I say as I hand him two of my sanitizer wipes to clean his grimy hands. “That’s not going to work either.” I hand him one additional wipe. “Better?” He shakes his head. “Not really. I have special grease remover in the house. My hands are never completely clean, but I’m used to it. I’ve been a mechanic all my life.” “Your voice,” I mutter. “You sound just like him. You look like him too. It’s unbelievable.” “Like who?” “Franklin.” “I should. He’s—um—was—my twin brother.” I feel my stomach start to knot. “He told me he was an only child.” The guy lets out a cynical laugh. “I’m not surprised. When he left Old Town he left all of us behind. A hot shot lawyer and fancy politician doesn’t need a twin brother whose a mechanic hanging around his neck. Better not to have a brother at all, I suppose.” “He really is gone?” My voice cracks again. It’s starting to get annoying. “He was gone a long time ago. When he left for Stanford he didn’t look back. But he is dead, if that’s what you mean.” His face looks pained. Grubby and wounded. As it finally starts to sink in that Franklin, my Franklin, really is gone. I can feel my entire body start to shake. And before I know what’s hit me I’m crying. Me, Chloe Woodford, the girl who never shows any emotion, is blubbering like a child. “I just—don’t—understand—it,” I say between snivels. “What?” Franklin’s brother whispers. “Any of it.” “Can you tell me what you’re doing here?” I hold up my left hand, hoping he’ll take note of the 1.2 carat diamond engagement ring that Franklin bought me. “Nice rock. So you’re rich. I figured that out before you flashed the bling. But it still doesn’t explain what you’re doing here.” “Franklin is—um—was my fiancé.” I try to speak with as much dignity as I can muster, but the words still feel like they’re getting caught in my throat. When he slams the hood of the truck closed I nearly jump out of my skin. I’m raw and on edge and the loud noise sends me reeling. “I should have known.” He waves a hand up and down my body. “You fit every requirement he could ever want in a trophy wife. A tall, beautiful blonde. Model thin, but still has a nice rack. Your family obviously has money. And you go to Stanford, right? So you’re not dumb. You’re the perfect package. You would have made the ideal politician’s wife.” “You’re not a very nice person,” is nearly all I can manage to say. “I lost my fiancé.” “And I lost my twin brother. So what’s your point? There’s no law that says I have to be nice.” I’m not sure what to do. I don’t like Franklin’s brother. I really don’t want to be around him and his filth, but I’m not sure I have any other options. I need answers and at least he’s giving me some, even if I don’t like the message or the messenger. My mother is a shark is sheep’s clothing. And she always told me you can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That might be a cliché, but I’ve always found it to be true. I decide to up the charm a few notches to see if I can entice Franklin’s brother to tell me more. “So you’re a mechanic?” I bat my big blue eyes at him. “Do you work at a garage?” “This is it.” He motions around the yard, which looks more like a junkyard. “I’m a mobile mechanic.” “I’ve never heard of that.” He removes a business card from the front pocket of his jeans and hands it to me. I try to take it in such a way that I don’t have to touch the grease stained fingerprints all over the outer edge. “Are you afraid of getting dirty?” “Why would you ask that?” “You seem to have an aversion to it.” “I don’t like it. I wouldn’t say I’m afraid of it.” I examine the card: Fisher Smith, Mobile Mechanic and then a phone number. “I’m Chloe Woodford, by the way, in case you’re interested.” He just nods. And doesn’t really give me a clue whether he’s interested in knowing anything about me or not. But I soldier on because there are a lot of things I still want to know about Franklin. And in order for me to get the information I want I need to try to warm Mr. Iceman up a little bit. “So do you drive around and fix people’s cars?” He laughs. “That’s a small part of my business. The local sheriff is a buddy of mine. He refers anyone who breaks down on the side of the road. I work with local farmers, who need help with old trucks or even tractors or farm equipment. I also work on dirt bikes, race bikes, ATVs. If it has an engine I can fix it.” Holding up the card I ask, “How’d you get the name Fisher?” “My dad loved to fish. It was one of his favorite pastimes.” “He doesn’t fish anymore?” He shakes his head. “He died when Franklin and I were twelve. I guess he never told you that either.” “Nope. How did he die? He must have been pretty young.” As soon as I ask the question I immediately regret it. Especially when I see the look on Fisher’s face. “Shotgun suicide.” “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. It’s just…” “Franklin didn’t tell you much, did he?” I let out a single, cold laugh. “He told me a lot. I’m just realizing that most of it wasn’t true. Your dad didn’t work on Wall Street either, did he?” Now Fisher is the one who laughs. “Is that what he told you? Dad was a mechanic. Taught me everything I know.” “What about your mom?” I ask. “Mom started working at the local deli after my dad died. She’s been there ten years now. She works the breakfast and lunch shifts mostly. They’re known for their Taylor ham sandwiches. Best in the county. She’ll be back soon. Then I’ll be on the road. I’ve got to help Randy Barnes get his Jeep ready for race season.” I had no idea that people raced Jeeps, but I keep that to myself. He seems to take it for granted that it’s common knowledge. “Maybe I’d better go before she gets back.” “Why?” For the first time since I arrived he actually sounds like he wants to talk to me. “I phoned Franklin’s cellphone when he didn’t make it back to Stanford. Your mom answered and didn’t seem very happy to hear from me.” “She’s been going through a lot the last few years. And losing her golden boy didn’t help. We have no idea what’s going to happen with Jackson. She’ll most likely get full custody. Not that she didn’t have him a lot anyway, but now it will be 24-7 thing.” My stomach knots as I ask the next question. “Who’s Jackson?” The smallest of smiles appears on his face. “My brother was full of secrets, wasn’t he? Come on.” DAKOTA MADISON is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR. She has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she's not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. DAKOTA also writes romance under the pen names: Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.
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[Giveaway and Cover Reveal] UNPLUGGED by Sigal Ehrlich

Title: UnpluggedAuthor: Sigal EhrlichRelease Date: 2015Cover Designed by: The Cover Lure  
BlurbAfter surviving the long and excruciating recruitment process, I thought I would end up working for Madonna or the CIA at the very least. Boy, was I wrong. Even in my wildest dreams I couldn't have imagined what I was in for. What my heart was in for. I couldn't have possibly fathomed the lifestyle, the responsibility, how much it would take out of me, the inner battles, and mostly, the emotional whirlwind. I could never have imagined, prepared myself for, or anticipated… Him. It was supposed to be a job. Just a temporary job. Just a few months. Just a short stop before the journey I was about to take to follow my dream. It was supposed to be a lot of things...but not this. Little did I know it would be the one event that would shape me, would change me, would bring on such a shift in the balance of my world. Would bring... Him. Would bring… Them. Both. Into my life.  
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About the Author By teen age, Sigal already lived in three different continents where she was lucky enough to experience and visit varied places, meet unique people, which only helped fuel her overly developed imagination. Currently, Sigal calls Estonia home where she lives with her husband and three kids. Not exactly sure where they will end up next…
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[Cover Reveal] Opulence by Angelica Chase

        When I was twenty-eight years old, I wrote my own winning lottery ticket. A simple idea thrust me onto the fast track to wealth, and into a world I had only ever dreamt about. I submerged myself in the unfamiliar, a life that seemed all too alluring … until it lost its appeal. I made my fortune, built my castle, and then exiled myself within its comforts once reality set in. Far too late, I discovered I was drowning in a sea of hungry sharks. Given the choice to sink or swim, I chose the latter … and it cost me everything. Devin McIntyre, the most dangerous shark of them all, was the last nail in my naïve coffin. His beautiful smile and amazing cock tainted me in ways I could have never imagined. I craved him. I needed him. I loved him. Miserable with the outcome of my prosperity, I set out to change what disgusted me most—the first decision being to rid myself of Devin. Little did I know that taking that first step would make me a slave to a man far more tempting … or that my addiction to Devin would threaten to ruin it all. If you are not a fan of cursing, erotic and extremely explicit sex, cheating, immoral behavior, dysfunction or sexual scenarios that may make you feel uncomfortable this is not the series for you. FILTHY EROTIC ROMANCE Author Facebook Page:https://www.facebook.com/pages/Angelica-Chase/800933553282524Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/9085278.Angelica_ChaseHosted By:

Cover Reveal- Scars by Elena M. Reyes

  Abandoned. Thrown away. Invisible. Every single one of those could be used to describe me. They can tell you my story—my sad past—without a single syllable passing through my lips. I hate them—those who lied to me. They claimed to love me, but in reality they used me when convenient. My parents. Sister. And now Talan. Loving them has left me empty. Sad.Alone. Not anymore. Screw them. My love has turned to anger…hate. Now, what consumes me is the urge to destroy, to force them to see what they wrecked with their carelessness. My name will never be forgotten. Not after I have my revenge. His tears will be my ultimate retribution.     AMAZON * AMAZON UK AMAZON * AMAZON UK Elena M. Reyes was born and raised in Miami Florida. She is the epitome of a Floridian and if she could live in her beloved flip-flops, she would. As a small child, she was always intrigued with all forms of art—whether it was dancing to island rhythms, or painting with any medium she could get her hands on. Her first taste of writing came to her during her fifth grade year when her class was prompted to participate in the D. A. R. E. Program and write an essay on what they’d learned. Her passion for reading over the years has amassed her with hours of pleasure. It wasn't until she stumbled upon fanfiction that her thirst to write overtook her world. She now resides in Central Florida with her husband and son, spending all her down time letting her creativity flow and letting her characters grow.Website * Facebook     Hosted By:    

Spotlight Blog Stop- Always Us by Heather Diemer

     Now that Jenna has finally closed the chapter on her life in Riverview, she is looking forward to the new school year and starting over. New apartment, new classes, new boy, and no drama. That is until Josh starts calling and texting her nonstop. Jenna just wanted to be done with Riverview and Josh after he broke her heart all over again. But when Josh’s hourly calls and texts suddenly stop, Jenna becomes concerned and does the one thing she swore she’d never do—return to Riverview. What she discovers, is something that will change mind and change her heart. CHAPTER ONE “Can you believe it? We’re in college now!” Michelle squealed next to me. She was bouncing like a kid on his way to the ice cream shop. We’d just come from the administration office at Brookhaven Community College where Michelle had enrolled for classes this fall. “Since this is my second year of college, I can believe it.” I cringed at my last words. It wasn’t Michelle’s fault she was a year behind everyone else her age. “I’m sorry.” “For what?” She’d stopped bouncing and looked over at me. “For saying that. I didn’t mean to sound insensitive.” Michelle had spent over a year in a coma because she’d driven off a bridge after her dad, the mayor of our tiny town of Riverview, was found in bed with my mom, the town drug dealing whore. Arrests were made, my mother was in jail, and her dad got off scott free, for now. He was currently on house arrest pending a trial after more information was leaked (by me). The night that our parents were found together, I was sent to my dad’s house in Brookhaven and Michelle, being upset about the whole situation ranaway to find me, not realizing I wasn’t at my mom’s house anymore. She thought I’d be at the river, the place I always went to think and be alone, but I wasn’t and she ended up driving off the bridge into the river. “Oh please, Jenna. I am so over that and you should be too. I was in a coma, big deal,” she threw her hands up like it really was no big deal that she spent over a year lying in a hospital bed. “But I’m fine now. The doctor cleared me for school. It’s a lot of sitting around, walking leisurely to and from class, and you’ll be driving me everywhere when it’s too far to walk.” She resumed the bouncing. I had to admit, her enthusiasm was catchy. Last year, when I was a freshman, I was all nerves and avoided everyone. There were required social functions like, ice cream socials and even a black light party where everyone drew on themselves with highlighters and danced in semi-darkness. I didn’t participate in any freshman orientation games. I’d met Andrew the first day and we’d hidden away at the local coffee shop. He wasn’t big into large crowds either. “I know. I still just feel bad about all of it. And then this last summer was crazy,” “Jenna,” Michelle held her hand up in my face. “Seriously. It’s no big deal. This whole thing made me realize that I need to let things go. I’m so thankful that I have a second chance at life. Look at me, I’m a medical miracle!” She had a point. Waking up after a year in a coma was pretty much a miracle. “I’m in a new town, with new people, where no one knows about what happened except you, Lauren, and a few professors and my admissions counselor. I can start over. We can start over. There’s no Josh, no dads, and no moms.” She giggled in her seat. “You are in my town now!” I said. Michelle was right. I needed to let it go too. This wasn’t a new town for me, but no one knew about me except my roommates and Andrew, and no one knew what happened this summer except Michelle and Lauren. I only had Andrew to look forward to now, and of course my new classes. My mom sat in the Marion County Jail, probably forever, and Michelle’s dad was stuck in his tiny little apartment on house arrest. He couldn’t do anything to me here. I knew I’d have to go back and sit as a witness for his case soon. I prayed that he’d have to rot in jail for the rest of his life. But I’d done some googling and first time drug cases rarely resulted in life in prison. And I don’t think accusing him of ruining several people’s lives counted toward jail time either. “So where to next?” Michelle asked, interrupting my thoughts. “Usually you’d be assigned a dorm room, but since you’re a special case,” I air quoted the last words. “We can just go home.” “Home? There’s nothing else exciting to do?” She stared at me from across the car, which really wasn’t that great of a distance, but it felt like it in this moment. Michelle and I had someone found each other and remained friends for so long even though we were completely different in every way. Where I as quiet, she was loud, where I was independent, she always looked and asked for help, where I was a homebody, she was the first out the door to a party. “Well, I do need to go shopping,” I shrugged. “Shopping!” Michelle threw her hands in the air. “For what?” she asked laughing. “Apartment stuff, maybe some food. We’ve been living off cereal and Chinese food for the last couple of weeks.” “Good point,” and we both doubled over in laughter. I drove on for a while and followed the roads to Target, my favorite store in the whole entire world. “I am just so excited for college to start!” she said again. I loved her enthusiasm. It was rubbing off on me too. I remembered back to my first day of school. I was anxious and nervous, but excited all at the same time. I knew no one except Andrew. I’d done everything all on my own. I was glad now, that Michelle was here. We were finally starting the plans we’d made in high school. Go to college together. That was step one. Step two was to travel the world. I don’t know if that would ever happen though. “I’m ready to put this summer behind me and move on,” I said a little darker than I’d intended. “Was this summer really that bad? I mean, you got me back.” On the outside, Michelle was often see as selfish and self-centered. She really liked herself. But I admired her confidence. Even before the accident, she had an air about her that drew you to her and made you like her, and even after you’d gotten to know her, you still wanted to be her friend, even if she hadn’t made you. “I just wish I hadn’t seen Josh.” My heart pinched at the sound of his name. Josh, my best friend growing up, and the one person I’d confided in last summer. I’d fallen for him, hard. But he didn’t seem to feel the same way. We’d said I love you to each other, and we’d had sex, three times, but in the end, he’d stolen my heart and stomped all over it. “Yeah, that sucked.” She scrunched up her lips in agreement. “But that’s over now.” “Have you heard from him?” her voice was full of sympathy. Michelle had been dating Josh before her accident. I didn’t know that at the time and we both thought Josh was a jerk for playing us. They’d broken up beforehand, but it didn’t change the fact that Josh couldn’t make up his mind about who he wanted to be with. Josh really was a good guy, his heart was in the right place for the most part. I have no doubt he had strong feelings for me, but when Michelle woke up, he felt an obligation to be with her. I just happened to get the short end of the stick. Now Josh was in Riverview, alone, while Michelle and I had plans to live it up here in Brookhaven. I pulled into a parking lot and shoved the gear shift into park. This car was getting old and harder and harder to drive. “He’s called a few time, but I don’t feel like talking to him.” “You should.” I sensed an urgency in her voice, like she needed me to talk to Josh. “Why?” I asked. She shrugged “I just think you need closure. Hear him out, hear what he has to say. Maybe he’s changed, figured things out.” I got the feeling that she’d been talking to him. I wanted to know, but I didn’t want to know at the same time. Right now I just needed space from him and to focus on school. “Maybe,” I offered with my own shrug. We left it at that, got out of the car, and walked into Target. I loved Target. It was this magical land where everything was beautiful and sparkled, calling out ‘buy me, buy me’. I didn’t shop hear often though because it was all so expensive. But dad had replenished my bank account and I definitely needed some things for the apartment. “So, what are we getting?” Michelle asked. She’d grabbed a basket and shuffled along beside me as I made my way to the Home department. “I don’t know. Stefanie e and I made a list last year and emailed back and forth. I don’t have it with me.” Guilt washed over me as I remembered how eager Stef and I had been to get our own place that we could decorate however we wanted. We’d made diagrams, cut out colors and images from magazines that depicted exactly what we wanted our place to look like. And now, I was here, with Michelle and not Stef. I guess I didn’t needed to buy everything today, but I did need new pillows and bedding. The stuff I’d brought from Riverview smelling like my old house, not bad, but a reminder of a time I wanted to forget. “Okay,” Michelle said slowly. “Let’s just get a few basics. Bedding, pillows, maybe some towels.” “Got it.” “What do you need?” “Probably the same. I have my credit card,” she winked at me. “Well I have my card, too,” I winked back. “We could do some serious damage.” “Yeah, but I’d really like to include Stef. And Lauren for that matter. They have to live there, too.” “Good point. But we can get stuff for our room at least,” she shrugged. “Yeah. Our room.” Again with the guilt. It was just supposed to be Stef and me. No roommates. Of course I’m excited to share a room with Michelle, I’d always wanted a sister, but I couldn’t shake the guilt of how excited Stef was for this year to be ‘our year’. It still is ‘our year’, it just includes a couple more people in the ‘our’. “Let’s get matching sets! Something grown up and sophisticated,” she straightened her back as she looked over at me. “We’re the only ones who are going to see it,” I laughed. “Whatever, I’m bringing boys over. Which reminds me, I need to get a tie.” “A tie?” I questioned. “Yeah, to put on the door so you know not to come in.” “Michelle!” I push her gently. She sways too far and grasps the cart for balance, but it’s almost too late. I grab her arm and pull her upright. “I’m fine,” she said quickly once she’d regained her balance. “I’m so sorry!” “It’s fine. Really. Sometimes I still get a little dizzy.” “Is that normal?” I had no idea what was or wasn’t normal after being in a coma for over a year. Michelle’s mom had giving me a list of things to watch out for but I hadn’t even glanced at it. More guilt settled in my gut. I was seriously slacking in the friend department. “Yeah, it is. Its fine,” she assured me. “You sure?” I asked again. “Yes, I promise. Dr. Spencer said dizziness could happen. It’s a part of the healing process. But if it makes you feel better, I will call my mom when we get back to the apartment.” “That would absolutely make me feel better. I don’t want you over doing it.” “Jenna, I’m taking two classes this semester and not even working. I will be the definition of under-doing it. This is why we need an awesome room so I can have a boyfriend to fill my time.” “Fine. Let’s find something good.” We set off down the aisles, discussing the merits of whimsical versus sophisticated, black and white versus color, and various other combinations before we decided on a combinations of whimsy and sophistication with a splash of color-purple and turquoise of course. “Oh, my gosh! Jenna! Look at this!” She skipped over to a bedding set in a huge plastic bag. “It’s perfect.” She hoisted it off the shelf and shoved it in my face. It was a basic comforter set with pillowcases and sheets. “It’s purple and turquoise at the same time.” I had to laugh at the way she described it. I took a closer look at it. It was a pretty pattern of purple and turquoise water color spots that made a floral design against a white background. “Let’s do it. Grab another one,” I said. “Now we match.” “What’s next?” Michelle asked as we rounded the corner to the next aisle. “Towels, pillows. Oh! A slip cover to hide the ugly couch?” “Aw, I love the ugly couch.” Michelle whined mockingly. The ugly couch. When I’d first arrived in Riverview last summer, I’d thrown out the furniture that had been in the house and Josh had brought me this hideous pea green and burnt orange couch when he’d seen the old ones on the front lawn. I mocked it endlessly, but really I loved it because of the thoughtfulness behind it. Now, I was stuck with it here in Brookhaven. Michelle, Stefanie e, Lauren, and I were poor college students. New bedding was one thing, but a new couch was out of the realm of possibility at this point. The thought had crossed my mind to ask my dad, but he was already generous enough that I felt bad pushing for more. “Ha ha, funny.” “What about Lauren and Stef. Do they need stuff?” Michelle asked as we stuffed pillows into the cart around the two comforter sets. “Probably, grab two more pillows. They can probably pick out their own bedding though.” “Should we get anything else?” “Probably not. I want Lauren and Stef to like living in our space.” “Okay.” “I should call Stef to make sure though,” I said, second guessing this whole shopping trip. I pulled out my phone and saw that I had two missed calls from Josh. I haven’t talked to him since the day I left Riverview. Which was only about two weeks ago, but daily calls from a person you don’t want to talk to make it seem like an eternity. I sighed. I wasn’t ready to talk to him. I wasn’t ready to hear him apologize. He’d left messages, but only please call me back and I’m sorry, please call me. I just wasn’t ready. He’d hurt me and I needed time. Possibly an eternity. I quickly dialed Stefanie e’s number and she picked up after three rings. “Hey Jen, what’s up.” Good, she was in a good mood, chipper almost. “Hey, I’m at Target right now. Do you want to come down and do some shopping for the apartment?” I tried to match her chipperness. “Right now,” her chipperness was gone. “Yeah, I know its last minute, but Michelle and I were out so we stopped by.” “You’re with Michelle?” I shouldn’t have mentioned Michelle. Stef had initially been okay with Michelle living with us as long as Stef and I could share a room. But then when Lauren came with us too, I felt that I needed to room with Michelle because of the whole accident and coma thing. I mean, it was kind of my fault it happened, even though Michelle didn’t blame me. “Yes,” I said slowly. “I can’t. I have to work in like, an hour.” She sounded pissed. I wasn’t entirely sure her work excuse was valid either. Last year her parents paid all her bills as well as her tuition. I highly doubted she needed this job. But she’d stayed in Brookhaven over the summer. She usually went on some extravagant vacation with her parents. The summer before our freshman year she’d told me they’d just gotten back from a month long trip to Hawaii and she’d gone on and on about her Caribbean excursions and laying on various beaches including Mexico, Bali, California, and countless other exotic places. “Oh, okay.” I played along. “Well, what were you thinking as far as décor then?” I asked, hoping this would turn the conversation around. “I don’t care, whatever.” That was not the response I was hoping for. “Come on Stef.” “No, you and Michelle pick stuff out. I’ll be happy with whatever. You know what I like.” She seemed to say this in a positive way, but I knew I’d hurt her feelings. “Okay. I bought you some new pillows,” I offered. “I’ll pay you back with my next paycheck.” Her voice had gone back sour. “No worries,” I replied. She’d never worried about money before so it was curious now that she’d taken a job and couldn’t pay me back until she got a paycheck. I almost asked but she cut me off before I could say anything. “Okay, well, bye.” “Bye Stef.” I had a horrible sinking feeling. I’d definitely screwed up. Michelle had wandered off to look at towels while I was on the phone, but I know she’d heard the whole thing because she was right back next to me when I hung up. “What did she say?” Michelle asked. “I think she was looking forward to shopping with me and I messed up.” “Oh.” “Yeah, but she said to pick out whatever because I know what she likes.” “Well great! That’s what you said.” “But I still feel bad.” “Don’t. Let’s go look at towels. I found some good ones.” I followed her around the Home section. We picked enough towels for all four of us. We found a pretty shower curtain with a silhouette of a tree and little light blue birds all over it. We kept with that color scheme and got brown and blue towels and some white hand towels. Since there were two bathrooms we doubled up on trash cans, toothbrush holders and other accessories. We swung by the kitchen wares and got some white dishes. We figured we could add a fun pattern to later when Stef and Lauren could be with us. We felt that it was a good compromise. After a quick look at couch slip covers, I grabbed a dark brown one and we checked out. Fifteen minutes later we were back at the apartment and had everything unpacked. “Hey, guys,” Lauren said when we’d dropped the bags in the living room. “Hey,” Michelle and I said in unison. “Did you go shopping?” “Yeah,” Michelle and I said together again. We both let out a little laugh. “Oh man, I wish I’d know, I would have gone with you.” She peaked in our bags. “We bought you pillows and towels!” I said quickly and tossed her two pillows. “Great! I needed pillows.” “I’m sorry we didn’t call. Michelle and I were already out so we just decided to go to Target.” “No worries. We can go again sometime,” she smiled. “What else did you get?” “Bedding for our room, towels, bathroom stuff,” “Dishes!” Michelle said, cutting me off. “Great.” “I also got a cover for the ugly couch.” I pulled it out of the bag and tossed it on the couch. “Why?” Lauren asked. I assumed she knew why and would figure it out if she thought about it long enough. It held too many memories, memories of kissing Josh, touching Josh and him touching me. My heart raced just at the thought of our nights on the couch last summer watching movies. “I need to cover that up now.” I ripped open the package and spread out the cover. Michelle and Lauren helped me and it was surprisingly easy. “There,” I said. “Done.” The ugly pea green and burnt orange flowers were covered with a plain brown but the memories were still there. At least the sight of it wouldn’t leap out at me and shock me with memories every time I walked past it. I shook my head as Lauren and Michelle picked up more bags and started putting things away in the kitchen and bathroom. I grabbed both comforter sets and as many pillows as I could carry and headed back to my room, tossing two in Stef and Lauren’s room for Stef along the way. I dressed both mine and Michelle’s beds and stored the old bedding in the closet. I sat on the edge of the bed debating whether or not to call Josh back. I never do, but I just had this nagging feeling that I probably should. I looked around the room. Michelle’s bed was across from me on the opposite wall, our desk was between the beds with a view out the window. I use the term ‘desk’ loosely as it’s really a piece of wood set up on two old metal filing cabinets. We’d somehow managed to fit two desk chairs under the board and prayed it would be functional for two people, and maybe we didn’t need to work at it at the same time. “What are you doing?” Michelle asked as she walked into our room. “Just thinking,” I replied. “About what?” Lauren asked. She sat in one of our desk chairs. “This year. College. Us all living together.” “Who would have thought that we’d end up together?” Lauren asked. “Well, I knew Jenna and I would live together,” Michelle piped up. “I mean that in a non-rude way, by the way. She and I had plans for after high school.” “No, I get it. We weren’t friends really, so why would you include me.” Lauren seemed totally fine with previously being left out. But to be honest, I was glad she was with us. “I’m glad you’re here, Lauren,” I said, verbalizing my thoughts. She reached out and grabbed my hand and smiled. “What’s going on here? A house meeting without me?” Stef walked through the door and stood with her arms folded. “No! Michelle and I just got back from Target and put some stuff away. I tossed some pillows in your room. There are towels on the couch in the living room for you and I covered the ugly couch so it’s not so atrocious.” I was out of breath by the time I finished telling her all of that. “We can have a house meeting if you want.” “I think house meetings would be a great idea, that way we are all on the same page about everything. It’ll cut down on arguments and stuff,” Michelle said. “Yeah, and schedule bathroom time,” Lauren said. “Schedule bathroom time?” I asked. “I don’t know. I read it in a magazine. Roommates schedule bathroom time so that everyone has time to shower and stuff in the morning,” she shrugged. “That makes sense,” I said. “So was I going to be included in this meeting?” Stef asked again. “We weren’t having a meeting, but since we’re all here now, we might as well,” I smiled. “I thought you had to work though.” Stef shifted awkwardly. “I did, but now I don’t.” “Oh. Where are you working?” I asked. She hadn’t mentioned that she had a job before. “The campus bookstore. There was a mix up with the schedules, someone else is working.” “I see. Are you sure it’s not going to be too much to have a job and take all the classes?” Last year she took five classes each semester. I assumed she was doing the same this year. “No, I’m only taking three classes plus a work study with Professor Kant. I’m working evenings at the book story three nights a week and it’s usually slow so I can do my homework there if I need to. And I get a discount on the books I need for classes, so it all works out.” “That’s a lot of information,” I said. “But good for you. “Thanks,” she said with a half-smile. Stef joined us in our impromptu meeting where we did, actually, come up with a bathroom schedule. We also decided that a group shopping session was in order as well as some girly bonding time so that we could all get to know each other. I sat back and watched and Lauren and Michelle chatted about the senior year that Michelle missed and Stef listened and interjected her own anecdotes here and there. The guilt and hesitation I felt earlier was dissipating and I was looking forward to this coming year. My phone buzzed next to me, but I ignored it. Whomever it was could wait until later. I was enjoying my time with my new roommates.      NOW ONLY $.99    AMAZON * AMAZON UK   ONLY $.99AMAZON * AMAZON UK   Heather Diemer is a Midwest girl who lives in the in the picturesque Flint Hills of Kansas with her husband and two children. If she's not reading or writing, or thinking about reading or writing, you can find her outside with her camera capturing the beauty of everything around her.Facebook * Twitter

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Book Blitz and Giveaway- Unlike Any Other by Claudia Burgoa

Book Title: Unlike Any Other (The Unexpected Series, Book One) Author: Claudia Burgoa Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: March 5, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions AJThe name AJ Colthurst may not have any meaning to the public eye, but it should, as I’m the daughter of two famous celebrities. Like any superstar, they crave privacy; so much of it, they built a house in the middle of nowhere for us children. As we grew older, we discovered the lies they built as a fort to protect us from the media, ended up causing emotional damage along the way.I carry a portion of the guilt on my shoulders; the other part I discovered is the separation of my parents. Their unorthodox ways may have driven me bonkers, but knowing they are no longer together is unacceptable.That’s why I decided to rattle their cage by reminding at least one of my parents of the past and the reason they belong together. They need to remember why their love is so perfect and why they have to fight to keep it alive. Even if it means I have to dredge up some of my own painful memories along the way.GabeBack in the early eighties, I set myself to succeed in the financial world. The first step had been moving to New York City to become a stockbroker, but things didn’t work out the way I had hoped. Instead, I ended up making movies and by the end of the decade, Gabe Colt had become a famous name. The downside to my career of choice: the paparazzi. In order to protect my family and our privacy, I maintained my family away from the circus. It had been for their own good; a decision we had made before we started our family.However, those past decisions ended up chasing my entire family away and now I’m trying to put the pieces back together along with my little girl. After a long first day of shooting Journey’s End, I walked towards my car when I spotted Abby standing next to the parking lot gate and checking her watch. “Are you waiting for someone?” I scanned her from head to toe. The tight tank top she wore left nothing to the imagination. Her snug jeans made my cock push against the crotch of my own slacks. I wouldn’t mind taking her home for the night, or having a quick encounter with her in the back of the car. “Yes,” she responded. “I let my sister borrow my car and she is late—as usual.” She blew out some air and checked her watch again. “I can give you a ride if you want.” This time I wasn’t going to take no for an answer. “Yes, I’ll take you up on your offer.” I jerked my head back and suppressed the smile that her answer brought to my face. We climbed in my car and instead of asking where to, I changed my tune, “I’m heading for dinner, join me.” “I’d like that,” she looked out the window. I drove my new red convertible BMW toward one of the hamburger joints Chris and I used to frequent. She ordered only a shake while I ordered the usual; a double patty with tomato, pickles, and onion with a side of fries. “This is different,” she commented as the waitress left, her delicate eyebrows arched above her beautiful green eyes. “I like it.” “Peaceful, since they don’t expect anyone famous,” my gaze rested on her, enjoying her soft features. Without hesitation, I grabbed her hand and caressed the knuckles of her fingers with my thumb. Her face turned a beautiful pink and a faint giggle escaped her throat. Maybe I could see myself with her, I thought. I could give her a try or at least ride her along for the next eight weeks of filming. “What are you thinking?” her lips extended into a bright smile. “You’re too serious Gabe, I hope you’re not regretting the invitation.” “No, I’m pleased with my decision.” I scarfed the hamburger down and within ten minutes, we left the place. One thing I lost while hanging out with Chris had been the finesse to court women. Abby gave me directions to her place and when we arrived, I walked her to the door. Instead of giving her a tender kiss and thanking her for the lovely ten minutes, I rammed her against the door and took over her lips. My tongue didn’t wait; it pushed over her lips demanding entrance and within seconds, she succumbed to the forceful domination. “I want inside you,” I broke the kiss and murmured in her ear. Yes, I lost all my diplomacy on that dreadful tour. A gasp was her only response. She opened the door and as I shut it, I began to undress her. Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact. a Rafflecopter giveaway

Book Blitz and Giveaway- Unexpected Eden by Rhenna Morgan

Book Title: Unexpected Eden Author: Rhenna Morgan Genre: Contemporary Fantasy Romance Release Date: December 2014 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions Paradise, love, power…and a prophecy with a price.Most people believe Eden no longer exists. Lexi Merrill’s about to learn they’re wrong. A hard-working bartender with a self-sufficient backbone and a wary nature, she knows pickup lines like a second language. So, when Eryx Shantos barges into her world with too-smooth words and a body to back it up, she locks up her libido and vows to keep her distance. Eryx has other ideas. As king of the Myren race, Eryx is duty-bound to enforce the laws preventing exposure of their existence to humans. Yet The Fates have led him through his dreams to Lexi, a temptation he doesn’t want to resist. The question—is she Myren, or human which makes her forbidden fruit? When Eryx’s nemesis tags Lexi as his next target, Eryx insists on taking her home where he can keep her safe. Lexi had no idea “home” would mean the one-and-only land of creation…or that she’d trigger a prophecy that could doom her newfound race. Author's Note: I thought since Unexpected Eden is a fantasy romance based in current times, I’d pick an excerpt from the book that highlights one of Lexi’s favorite benefits of being Myren—flying. In this scene, Lexi’s fresh out of her awakening and about to learn the mechanics behind getting airborne—a pretty big deal since she’s dreamt of doing just that for years. “So are you ready to give flying a go?” Eryx asked. Lexi glanced at the landscape behind her. “In front of everyone?” Eryx edged closer, but didn’t crowd. He stroked her cheekbone. “They’re to keep you safe. Until we find Maxis, we need them.” She wrinkled her nose and scowled. “Am I going to flop on my face?” “Tell her about your first try.” Ludan smirked and crossed his arms. “Can it.” Eryx said, but kept his focus on Lexi. “Picture it in your mind and let the energy do the rest.” She nodded and sucked in a breath. He stepped back. Her eyelids fluttered shut and her hands fisted at her sides. The soft drone of nature hummed and wind swirled between them. He held his breath, anxiety wrenching the muscles along his forearms. “Yeah, not working.” Her shoulders slumped and she ducked her chin. “At least you’re not jumping off of rocks or tall ledges,” Ludan said. Eryx glared at Ludan and stepped between them. “You’re not helping.” Lexi sidestepped and asked Ludan, “Who did that?” Ludan didn’t respond, but the way Lexi’s lips spread into a sly smile told him Ludan had pointed at him. Interfering family and friends. He couldn’t wait until Ludan found someone he gave a shit about impressing. Payback would be a bitch. He turned Lexi away from his somo. “You need to relax. If you tense up it gets harder.” “Easy for you to say. You’re not the one learning with a bunch of strangers watching.” “Forget about them.” He cupped her shoulders and lowered his voice. “Close your eyes and think about your dreams. Remember how it felt to fly.” The wind around them stirred, nothing too strong, but more than what Mother Nature generated on her own and crackling with untrained energy. He eased back. “Just like that. Remember the feelings. How you took off. How you turned. What the wind felt like on your skin.” Lexi relaxed her head, faced aimed at the sky with her eyes still closed. Peaceful looking with the barest smile on her lips. He lifted off the ground and hovered a few stories above her. Pale silver shimmers danced in a fine halo around her head and shoulders, power ready for release. “Now open your eyes and come with me.” Her chest lifted on a slow, deep breath and she opened her eyes. For a split second, her gaze clouded, then sharpened. She took two steps forward and shot into the sky. Overshooting his position, she squeaked and began to fall. “Whoa!” Eryx snatched and steadied her against him. “You have to keep thinking. Autopilot doesn’t kick in right away. It’s like driving a car. When you’ve been doing it for years, you don’t even think about it. But when you first start, it’s all you can think about.” She laughed, not the least bit concerned she’d nearly tumbled to the Earth. “I did it.” She braced her hands on his chest, the smile on her face enough to grip his heart and lock on tight. “I really did it.” Her warm breath fanned against his face. His thoughts scrambled and a raw, achy need pushed to the surface. Her mouth softened and she rubbed her hand, slow against his heart. “You okay?” Reason batted at the back of his head, shrieking to get back in the game. Now wasn’t the time or place for selfish impulse. “I’m fine.” She lifted an eyebrow. “I like seeing you smile.” It was only a sliver of the truth, a speck of the impact she had on his heart. Her face glowed, the tips of her cheeks a pale pink. She glanced at Ludan, still on the ground, but poised for action. “Can we do it again?” “That’s what we’re here for.” What he really wanted was to cart her home and practice at something much more carnal. He faced her forward. “Ludan will cover from below. I’ll stay close.” She shot from his arms without a beat of hesitation. With every minute her movements smoothed. Her confidence radiated against his senses hot and heavy, slipping into its Myren nature as easy as a river found its course. If she knew the type of relationship he craved from her, would she adjust to the idea of him as easily? He shoved the idea away before it could take root and tightened his distance to Lexi. He should be focused on her training, not postulating relationship suicide. Every task he gave her she tackled, her enthusiasm and tenacity unhindered by the realm she’d left behind. And it was rubbing off. Not just on him, but Ludan and Ramsay too if the awe-filled commentary via link was any indication. Most people balked when it came to learning to land, but Lexi? She laughed and plowed toward it like she did everything else. Her latest approach was faster than previous landings, arms high and opened for balance. Eryx balanced on the balls of his feet, ready to catch her if she faltered. Her energy sputtered. He darted forward and swept her into his arms just as her knees buckled. “I let you go too long.” His voice was gruff, the angry beat of his heart and the fact that his stomach was lodged in his throat making a lighthearted tone impossible. Lexi draped her arms around his neck. “Hardly.” A contented sigh hummed past her lips and her head relaxed against his shoulder. “But I am tired.” Eryx lowered her to the ground, but kept an arm around her waist. “That’s burnout. Just like you had too much before, now you’re running low. You need food and rest. Once you’ve acclimated, the extremes won’t be so great.” Stomach rumbling in agreement, she pressed a hand against her belly. “I love it.” Huffing, she leaned over and rested her hands on her knees, and looked up at him. Her eyes twinkled and she smiled wide enough to show perfect white teeth. “For the first time in my life, I feel right. I think I could handle just about anything you throw at me today.” Could you handle the idea of being my mate? The thought leapt up along with a growl he barely kept in check. I know, I know! A crummy time to cut things short on you, but I promise what happens next is…well…delicious. :) I hope you’ll come join Eryx and Lexi on their adventures and explore more of their wonderful world. See you in paradise! Rhenna Rhenna Morgan writes for the same reason she reads—to escape reality.Yes, her life rocks—two beautiful little girls, a great husband, a steady job, and the kind of friends that would take you out back if you hurt her. But, like most women, she’s got obligations stacked tight from dusk to dawn. So, when the world gets her down, she slips into something…less realistic. Romance is a must. So is a steamy romp (or four). Nothing thrills her more than the fantasy of new, exciting worlds, strong, intuitive men, and the sigh of, “Oh if only that could happen to me.” So, if you’re picking up one of her books, expect portals into alternate realms and men who’ll fight to keep the women they want. Romantic escape for the women who need it. a Rafflecopter giveaway

Pre-Order Blitz and Giveaway- Lost Wishes by Kelly Gendron

Book Title: Lost Wisher ~ A Troublemaker Novel Author: Kelly Gendron Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance Release Date: April 7, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions He’s ruthless. She’s relentless. Together, they are boundless.Fallon O’Conner is ruthless… Each day comes and goes without meaning He eats, sleeps, and waits The time is nearing to confront his wife’s killer And nothing will stop Fallon from getting his revenge Then, Katie Rustle comes crashing into his forsaken life… Katie Rustle is relentless… Her boss needs something Fallon O’Conner has it And Katie is just the person to get it She’s no stranger to bad-tempered, cruel, heartless men A man corrupted by the loss of a loved one raised her Kelly is the author of the TroubleMaker series, a stand-alone contemporary romance series, and she has a few romantic suspense novels out there too.In a quiet suburb, somewhere between Buffalo and Niagara Falls is where you'll find Kelly. When she's not writing, she's out meeting new people while representing a group of reputable nursing facilities in the WNY area. Kelly writes steamy, blush producing romance novels. Her motto: "Bad boys, give 'em a little time and experience, and they will evolve into misbehaving men!" Kelly loves to hear from her readers! Visit her at her Blog, Twitter, Pinterest, or Facebook Page. a Rafflecopter giveaway