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#AudiobookReview ~ Released: Vagabond Circus (#3) by Sarah Noffke

Released: Vagabond Circus, Book 3 Written by: Sarah Noffke Narrated by: Steve Barnes Length: 8 hrs and 33 mins  Series: Vagabond Cir...

Tuesday, February 28, 2017


 Talia Newman is a goddess who has curves any man would go crazy for. She's sassy, sexy and smart. She's also a pain my ass...

I want her to warm my bed and share my life forever—but the minx is too stubborn to bend to my will.

When my past comes back to haunt me, my integrity and our relationship are sorely tested. For once in my life, I fear that I may lose the most important thing to me.

I'll do whatever it takes to protect what's mine and punish those who threaten it…
*In order to get the full sexy experience, reading the first book is highly recommended*


  Excerpt: (subject to edit) I unzip my trousers, my underwear and socks following after, and dump them next to my discarded shirt. After rolling my shoulders back, easing the stiffness that has started to settle, I lean down and press a kiss on her forehead. Again, I wait. She’s either going to wake up and scream profanities at me or if I try to get into bed without her realizing, she could kick me on the balls. Both of which have happened before. A twitch in my jaw reminds me of that one night she threw a right hook, which prompted me to see my dentist the next day. Talia’s eyes flutter open, and I smile at her. “Theo,” she says in a sleepy voice. “Hey, baby.” Only then do I slip in bed with her, sliding my hand over her soft curves and burying my nose in her hair. My whole body aches but her warmth soothes me. “Sorry I made you wait.” She snuggles closer to me. “It’s okay. I took it out on your vintage collection.” “I saw,” I tell her with a smile against her neck. What I really want to say is what’s mine is hers. But from early on, I’ve discovered Talia doesn’t want any talk of that kind. She continues to assert her independence, even though moving in with me makes perfect sense. Talia continues to argue otherwise. “Is it morning?” “Yes.” I continue to explore her under the sheets and nearly lose my mind when I reach heaven on earth. And it’s bare. I stroke over her sex; she moans. “I like this,” I whisper low and gruff in her ear as I circle her clit with my thumb. I’m hard and ready. Judging by the wetness between her thighs, so is she. “I thought you’d like it.” She nips at my lips while she lifts her back and pushes into my hand. I spread her slick heat over her folds and devour her mouth in a deep kiss as I plunge one finger inside. I want nothing more than to fill her with my cock, but it’s been quite a while since we’ve made love and I fear that as soon as I’m balls deep in her, it will be over too soon. She bucks when I add another finger. “I missed you.” Talia’s lips curve into a smile and her eyes light up. “Me too.” She moans again as I thrust my fingers faster. I kiss along her neck, whispering against her smooth skin as I make my way down that I’ve missed every part of her. All of her. Her fingers curl over my shoulders, pushing me, guiding me, urging me for more. Each of my movements cause me pain and I groan, which she takes as a noise of appreciation. Any other time it would be. But I’m a man with a mission, and hell will have to freeze over before I let this moment pass us by. I must have her now, taste her on my tongue. Fuck her until she rolls her eyes back and her toes are numb from pleasure. I push the sheets aside and groan again. Except this time, it is one of blinding lust. Her pussy, pink, bare, wet waits for me. “Have mercy,” I mutter under my breath. My dick hardens even more at the beautiful sight. I’ll take Talia any way, any how, but that bare pussy is my fucking kryptonite. Before I can delve in, her phone beeps on the table next to the bed. Talia’s knee nearly misses my face when she moves up. “Oh sorry.” “Don’t answer it, babe,” I beg. Everything is on pause. “Let me just check who it is. It might be Anya waking me up. We’re supposed to meet today.” “Talia,” I warn her, deepening my voice. My eyes narrowing at her. The minx just bites down her lip then smiles wide as she reaches for her phone. “You asked for it.” I nudge her thighs back on the bed, spreading her legs and pressing them down with my shoulders as I settle between them.

Author Bio:
Quinn is a writer of romance bestsellers, according to her parents. However, they’ve never read her dirty books. Her stories are full of humor, sass, drama or angst. But guaranteed, they are filled with steamy scenes with hot Alpha heroes.
She has a healthy obsession with reading and writing romance, and an unhealthy addiction to red wine, bourbon, and dark chocolate with sea salt. She doesn't people until after coffee. When Quinn is not scribbling Erotic Romances, she loves to curl up with her puppy and watch foreign films.
Quinn lives in a house that never stays clean, no matter how much she wishes it would. She also writes sweet, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, and chick lit under a different pen name.


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Type-A chef Carolyn Henderson has walked away from her job at a trendy NYC restaurant after an abrupt family tragedy. Now, as a guardian to her four-year-old niece, Emma, and a very disobedient mutt – kids and dogs are so not her skill set – moving back to Marietta, Montana seems the best temporary option. But when confronted by her parents’ declining health, Carolyn has to face reality. And she’s going to need some serious help. So who better to ask than Matthew West, a blast from her high school past… and as hunky and helpful as ever.
Vet – and very eligible, if reluctant, Bachelor – Matthew West can’t believe his luck when his high
school crush stumbles through his door. Dogs, kids, and gorgeous damsels in distress. Carolyn
needs help with the pup, and he needs help whipping up delicious concoctions for the Bachelor
Bake-Off. So she wants to make a deal: dog obedience lessons for cooking tips… but Matthew
wants to broker quite a bit more…
1. Matt kept on looking at the dog, because every time his gaze went to Carolyn, his heart did that same skip-beat. She had let her hair grow longer, and it curled around her shoulders. She still had the same elegant features he remembered. He knew if she put her hair up, that he would be able to see the long lines of her neck, the curve of her shoulders. When they’d been together, his favorite place to kiss her was in that small divot at the base of her neck. Just thinking about that sent his mind down some southern paths.
2. Damn. He still wanted her. Maybe it was the memories whispering through his mind, or the knowledge that they were both adults now, and anything they did together would be that much better, but desire started to simmer inside him all the same.
He shifted a little closer, inches away from her. “I really didn’t do anything.”
“You did a lot,” she said, but the words were a whisper. Her gaze dropped to his mouth, then moved back to his eyes. “Are you going to kiss me?”
“Do you want me to?”
“I think it would be…” her gaze dropped to his lips again and held there for one long, hot second “…an exceedingly bad idea.”
“Because we broke up years ago and I’m not staying here and we have to work together and…” She shook her head and backed up, shifting into serious Carolyn as easily as changing her shirt. “And I’m not getting wrapped up in this fairy tale again. We both know that’s not real life.”
Then she called the dog to her again, snapped on his leash, and said goodbye to Matt. He watched her go, and cursed himself for getting wrapped up in her spell.
Lesson learned. Again.

Author Bio
When she’s not writing books, New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Shirley Jump competes in triathlons, mostly because all that training lets her justify mid-day naps and a second slice of chocolate cake. She’s published more than 60 books in 24 languages, although she’s too geographically challenged to find any of those countries on a map.

Visit her website at www.ShirleyJump.com for author news and a booklist, and follow her on Facebook at www.Facebook.com/shirleyjump.author for giveaways and deep discussions about important things like chocolate and shoes.

Friday, February 24, 2017

AUDIOBOOK REVIEW ~ Calico by: Callie Hart (Narrated by: Ramona Master)

Calico Audiobook

Written by: Callie Hart
Narrated by: Ramona Master
Length: 9 hrs and 12 mins 
Unabridged Audiobook
Release Date:01-27-17
Publisher: Callie Hart

Publisher's Summary

"I couldn't have forgotten about you even if I'd tried. The seas could have frozen over. The heavens could have come crashing down to earth. Time could have stood still, and I would never have been able to cleanse myself of you."

CoralieTwelve years ago, I ran to stay alive.Port Royal, South Carolina, was my home. I was born there. I fell in love there. And I nearly died there. I never thought I'd go back. Now, after so many years, I have to return to bury the man who made my life a living hell. Some nights, I used to cry myself to sleep, praying my father would die. Other nights were different. Other nights, there was him.Callan Cross.My first confidante. My first kiss. My first love. My first everything: Callan was the glue that held me together when everything else was falling apart. He was my savior. He was there for me whenever I needed him...Until he wasn't.Every night, I've seen the love of my life in my sleep. I just never thought I'd have to face him again.CallanTwelve years ago, I f--ked up big time.Living life through a camera lens is sometimes easier than dealing with it head on. Scratch that. It's always easier. For over a decade, I've been a master of my art, taking photographs all over the world. Yet despite all of the countries I've visited, the amazing things I've seen, the beautiful women I've screwed, my heart has remained in pieces.Coralie's the only woman I've ever loved, will ever love. And I'm determined to show her that we're meant to be together. Even if it means unearthing the bones of the past in the process.A lifetime and a thousand miles have stood between us.Now, there's no length of time I won't wait, no distance I won't travel, in order to make her mine.A standalone contemporary romance with hints of darkness. This novel contains serious themes of violence that some listeners might find uncomfortable.©2016 Callie Hart (P)2017 Callie Hart


*** I was voluntarily provided this review copy audiobook at no charge by the author, publisher and/or narrator***
This book was dark, sinister in ways that are unfathomable and yet realistic, abuse and love and so much hurt and healing ... 
it was an emotional story but with beautiful poignant moments ... love, hope and happiness 

I have to admit i was a little disappointed with the narrators choice for other characters (Callan and Coralie were great...she captured the emotions perfectly ) but with every other actor she made them sound drunk or slow and it missed the mark on personalities and emotions from those characters ... not a huge deal but it was hard to take those characters seriously 

this story isn't going to be for everyone ... it was hard to listen to at times ... abuse, fear and loss in full colour ... not muted for sensitivity

MY HIGHLANDER HUSBAND by Nancy Pennick #PromoTour

The Clan MacLaren series, book 1
by Nancy Pennick

RomanceBetweenThePages presents #bestseller Charlene Hartnady #podcast #interview

Ever wondered about the personalities behind your favorite books? Victoria Danann's new podcast with Riley J. Ford has an incredible lineup of authors booked through January. No question is out of bounds. Check it out!


National bestselling author, Charlene, lives on an acre in the country with her husband, three children and an array of pets including a snake.

In her spare time you can usually find her typing away frantically on the computer completely lost in worlds of her making. She is an avid believer that it is the small things that truly matter like the feeling you get when you start a new book or a particularly beautiful sunset.

Charlene likes to write bite stories her readers can sink their teeth into.



The first time I saw Carsen Wheatley, I flipped him off. The second time, I kneed him in the balls. The third? I kissed him. Why? Because Carsen needed it. Angry and full of hate, Carsen is a lost soul, searching. Since the death of his mother, he’s cold and isolated, needing someone to fill the gap she left wide open, someone to kiss the anger from his soul. That’s where I come in.
I’m restless, on the search for a new adventure, something to make me feel…well, anything. I’m certain I’ll find a permanent fix soon, but in the meantime, I have this summer job and Carsen to keep me going.
But the summer is only temporary, and so is the fix. We are imperfect. We are mismatched. We are the stars.

 Up for preorder for just $0.99 now and will go up to its regular pricing of $2.99 on 2/20.
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ON UNFAITHFUL WINGS by Bruce Blake #ReleaseBlitz

Icarus Fell series, book 1
by Bruce Blake

Thursday, February 23, 2017


Moving into a new town as a child, Rowan befriended two boys named Greg and Mac, eventually earning the kids a nickname of the Three Musketeers. Even as they grew into adulthood, the three would continue their everlasting friendship. Now, as adults, Greg and Rowan are married, and he has joined the military. Unexpected twists and turns take the two on a dramatic roller coaster as Mac is on the outside looking in. With Mac’s hands tied behind his back, all he can do is watch and be there for his friends. As the tribulations unfold, Mac is drawn in closer and needs to find a way around his own emotions. Will their lives be the same? Will Rowan make it through the trials of heartache and pain her new life has taken?

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 ABOUT THE AUTHOR: S.M. Knowles wanted to keep her S.M. name separate for her YA Books. Aubrey Kendall is for anything that is not YA or not meant for children to read. She graduated with her Master’s degree in Adult Education and Training in 2012 and is now looking at pursuing her doctoral program. She has been writing since the age of nine, but didn’t pursue publishing until 2013. She lives in Alaska with her two daughters and husband. Connect with me!
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RELEASE BLITZ - Rhys by D.B. James

He has everything planned… except her.
Rhys lives a life of solitude — one he’s perfectly content with. That is until his friend Vinny is found murdered. There are secrets and half-truths at every corner, but he’s determined to find out what happened.
Averill is exactly where she wants to be in life after years of running. She’s opened her own boutique and can finally breathe again. She thought she was safe… until her world collides with the dark shadows of Rhys’.
When he unknowingly puts her in the path of a serial killer, will he be able to protect her? Even if it means becoming the killer he’s trained to be?
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Wednesday, February 22, 2017

LOVING SWEETNESS by Jude Ouvrard Cover Reveal/Pre-order

Sweet series, book 2
by Jude Ouvrard

BOOK BLITZ ~ Hawk’s Promise by Nola Cross

Hawk’s Promise by Nola Cross

When an old friendship promises to become so much more. Desiree Taylor was just ten years old when Hawk Ironcloud joined the army. The young man she had come to think of as her big brother disappeared from her life, but she’ll never forget him. No man she met afterward could ever measure up to Hawk. More than a decade later a sudden family tragedy reunites the two of them. Now an adult, Desi finds herself plagued by a whole new set of powerful and confusing emotions. Hawk has learned from hard experience that he’s just no good at relationships. When Desi comes back into his life he struggles to deny his feelings for her. When that doesn’t work he pushes her away—for her own good. But circumstances throw them together again, and this time there’s no turning away from the smoldering attraction that flares up between them. Now Hawk and Desi must decide whether they are stuck in the role of brother and sister or old friends, or can they become something much more?   Content Warning: contains adult language and sensual sex scenes Genre(s): Contemporary Romance / Interracial Romance / New Adult   EXCERPT: It was hard to believe she was really there. That the man who sat across from her was not, after all, some figment of her ten-year-old imagination. As she ate her meat and thick-cut fries, she studied him from under lowered lashes. He looked much as she remembered, but heavier, more filled out. His skin was not as tanned as it used to be, maybe because he now spent more time indoors, but the Native American genes from his mother’s side were plain in his black eyes, thick brows, and high cheekbones. He wore his hair long now, neatly banded in a ponytail that reached halfway down his back. She couldn’t remember which tribe his mother had been affiliated with. Maybe someday she would ask him. For now, she found herself feeling shy. “I was sorry to hear about your mom. Dovie told me she read the obituary in the paper. I would have sent you a card if I’d had your address.” A momentary wince of pain flashed across his face and then was gone. “Thanks,” he said, cutting another bite of meat. “I remember her as being such a nice person.” He nodded, his lips twisting in a wry smile. “Yeah, she was way too nice for...” At his abrupt silence she dropped her gaze and nodded. “For my dad. I know. You can go ahead and say it.” Instead he poked the bite of steak into his mouth. “She used to tell the best stories. Remember the coyote tales? I loved those.” “Yeah. Good times.” He scowled. After a moment he wiped his mouth on his napkin and leaned back in the booth. “So. Desi. I’m glad you’re here. I’m glad I can be a support for you right now. But I gotta know. How did you find me?” Desi reached down and opened her handbag and took out a stack of envelopes. She set them on the table between their two plates. “I found these this morning in Dovie’s bottom dresser drawer.” “Ah.” His gaze rested on the envelopes as if they were a pile of venomous snakes. “So she kept my letters.”  

 EXCERPT 2: It was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. Ever felt. He couldn’t make it last. In the next instant he was swept into a monster wave of heat and starlight that sent him spinning to the very edge of consciousness. He let the wave take him, unable to do anything else. There was a vague twinge of embarrassment in the mix, but that was overridden by his body’s eager, primal response to her mouth, her touch. Her incredible sexuality. When he managed to open his eyes again, she was using her pajama top to wipe her breasts. Now he did feel chagrined. He reached out and attempted to brush her hair back over her shoulder. “Sorry about that. That was way more one-sided than it should have been.” “That’s okay,” she said, meeting his eyes for only a second or two. “That was pretty much what I was going for.” He sat up. “Let’s go upstairs. If you lay across the bed, I think I can—” “No.” “Dez. Come on. I’ve been told I’m pretty good with my tongue. Let me at least reciprocate.” She shook her head, then stood and took one more swipe at herself. The dawn had broken fully now, and he was smacked with how perfect she was, standing there half-dressed in the morning light, with the glory of her hair loose around her. “That day you left to join the army, you gave me something to remember,” she said. “And I did. I hung on to that memory for eleven years, Hawk.” She smiled and shrugged. “Now I’ve given you something to think about for a while.”   BIO – Nola Cross – Hawk’s Promise Nola began writing before she even started school and won her first writing contest at the age of nine. It’s always been her dream to be an author. She’s a two-time Golden Heart finalist and several of herstories have been Amazon best sellers. For awhile she penned erotic fiction under a pseudonym. Although it was fun to explore her “darker side”, she is now answering the true call of her heart:

To write bigger stories that focus on emotion, loss, spirit, and true love, stories she hopes her readers will relate to and want to read more than once. Small town America is her favorite fictional setting. She lives in a funky, comfortable fixer-upper on three wooded acres in the foothills of the Cascade Mountains, in southwest Washington state. With her husband and youngest son she runs a family business in a small town nearby, a town very similar to the ones she writes about. At home, three fine cats and a collie dog act as her muses. And four years ago the family welcomed their first grandchild, darling Ona Mae. Nola loves to connect with readers and other authors. Visit her here: Website: www.nolacross.com Facebook: www.facebook.com/nola.cross Twitter: www.twitter.com/NolaCross    

Blog Tour #FlawedSaraHubbard

Book: Flawed
Author: Sara Hubbard
Flawed is a dual POV, standalone novel. 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
When I fell in love with Ivy Carter, I fell hard. She had a grip on my heart, and she refused to let go. After I committed a brutal assault, I pushed her away so she could have a life without me, but I’ve ached for her ever since. I assumed in a few months she’d move on, go off to school, and find some guy that actually deserves her. But that’s not what she did. She pushed back. And the more she pushed, the more I wanted to give in. I didn’t, though. I can be a mean SOB when I want to be. It’s six years later now, and I’m out. I just want to see her so I know she’s okay, but one look at her angelic face through the window of where she works and I’m seventeen again, ready to do what it takes to put a smile on her face. I want to go straight and be the man she deserves, but when her brother steals from my criminal uncle, I have no choice but to make a deal with him. I might as well sell my soul; the devil is kinder.
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Sara Hubbard is a romantic fiction author. She loves alpha males and the sweet, sassy women who make them believe in change. Sara lives in Nova Scotia, Canada with her two children (four if you count her husband and her needy labradoodle) and works as registered nurse.
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“It’s been too long,” he says, his voice heavy.
Oh God. My brain turns back on, just for a moment. I should say no. I should shout out the words and tell him he can’t have me after breaking my heart, but this is just too good to refuse. So why deny myself? I think about a million reasons why this can’t happen again, but I’m too wild with need to tell him to stop.
He lowers me to the fur rug by the fireplace. When I’m lying down by the fire, the logs crackling and the light a soft orange, I stare up at him. I’m near tears. I missed him so much. Not just this, but his face, his dark but soft eyes, and the way he looks at me like I’m the most beautiful girl he’s ever seen.
He reaches down and lays his rough hand against my face and I turn and kiss his palm. My stomach is alive with butterflies. They’re better than I remember them. People in movies talk about this feeling and I used to feel like it was bullshit, but here I am, enjoying the sensation so delicious and sweet I can’t help but grin.


Dirty Stranger (The Dirty Suburbs Book 3)
Author: Cassie-Ann L. Miller
Release date: February 22nd, 2017

I'm paying alimony to my idiot ex-husband, my business hardly makes enough to keep the lights on and I'm literally holding my car together with duct tape.
Scratch that, I'm holding my life together with duct tape.
So I won't go on a date with the mysterious, new-in-town barista who makes my morning soy hazelnut latte just the way I like it.
He'd better stop trying to hypnotize me with those honey eyes and those bulging shoulders that stretch the jersey of his coffee shop uniform, because I have enough on my plate and the last thing I need is yet another liability.
The cinnamon-haired yoga chick who orders the soy hazelnut latte every morning won't give me a shot. She thinks I'm just some college boy with student loans trying to get in her pants.
Assumptions, assumptions, assumptions...
Well, she's right about one thing. From the moment she first sauntered into this coffee shop with her long legs and her sad eyes, I've wanted to toss her onto the polished wooden counter and show her just how much of a man I am. There's so much more to me than meets the eye.
I'm just trying to make her fall for me before my secrets make it to town.
"Dirty Stranger" is book three in the "Dirty Suburbs", a series of full-length, stand-alone romantic comedies about the residents of small town Illinois.
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    "Hello Reuben." I stand immobilized in the doorframe as I watch him snatch two paper cups from the small wooden table next to him.   He straightens and faces me, looking like he just finished a photo shoot for Levi's in his classic-cut dark jeans cuffed over beat-up brown oxfords, tanned leather jacket open down the front to reveal the distressed zip-up hoodie beneath and that casual swagger of a man who's used to getting anything he wants.   He moves toward me with panther-like grace, stretching one of the cups to me. "Medium hazelnut soy latte with two sugars on the side...and a dash of cinnamon, of course." Looking exceedingly proud of himself, he places two brown sugar packets with a stir stick on top of the plastic lid and winks.   I take the coffee, forcing back a smile. Why does he have to be so charming? "Thank you."   He walks right past me into the empty yoga studio where a couple of candles are still burning bright from the class that just ended. I watch silently as he goes to examine the Hindu deity statutes lining the windowsill. "How's your day going, Isla?" He focuses his intense, brown-eyed gaze on me and my nerve endings prickle with awareness.   Turning away to maintain my composure, I glance out at the heavy rainclouds. "I'm trying to keep an optimistic outlook. All things considered." I sit my latte on the ledge of the window and lift the lid off the cup, emptying the sugar packets inside.   "That's a good philosophy." He takes a long, purposeful sip of his own coffee.   A heavy silence fills the air and I watch the motion of his Adam's apple as he swallows. What a beautiful man. So chiselled and strong yet polished and sophisticated. And his confidence makes my heart race in a deliriously excited way. And don't get me started about his hands, those fingers that danced rhythmically inside of m—   "Aren't you going to ask how my day's going?"   I smirk, shaking my head determinedly. "Nope."   He laughs. "Well, that's just bad manners."   "Not necessarily."   "What do you mean?"   "I'm fully invested in preserving your mystique."   "My mystique?" he questions with a hitched brow, his thumbnail rubbing along his dimpled chin.   "Yes, you're the handsome, enigmatic stranger who seduced me in my moment of vulnerability and gifted me with countless orgasms from which I have yet to recover," I muse in a playful but regally dignified tone. I take a sip of my latte. "Damn, this is good." Hot and sweet with just enough foam, the addictive taste of caffeine and the heavenly fragrance of hazelnut. This coffee boy's got skills. I lift the cup in salute to him.   He laughs again. God, I love the sound. "Y'know, I wouldn't be such an enigma if you'd just go on a damn date with me."   I shake my head, lust burning a path up my chest. "I'm sorry, Reuben. I just...can't."   His face steels with determination. He's not about to give up just yet. "You said it yourself; I'm handsome as fuck and the sex blew your mind. Plus, I make your froufrou coffee just the way you like it," he says smugly, "So what's the problem?"   My attraction to him definitely isn't the problem. He's gorgeous. Plus, he's funny and being around him just generally makes me feel good on the inside. But now isn't a great time for me to be jumping into a new relationship.   I brush tendrils of hair out of my face, exhaling roughly. "My divorce is messy. And my business is in trouble," I admit. "I really just need to focus on fixing everything that's broken in my life."   He seems to interpret that as a challenge. His shoulders straighten and arrogance lights up his eyes. "Maybe I can help you, Isla." Then he lowers his voice. "...I want to be friends...with benefits that aren't purely sexual."   My blood heats in my veins. "What does that mean?"   "I want to fuck you some more," he says easily, "but I also enjoy your company. I want more of that, too."         Chapter 1 Isla I tap the blunt heel of my snow-crusted boot anxiously against the cracked concrete floor and stare blankly at the chalkboard menu looming above the cash register even though I already know what I'm going to order. Soy hazelnut latte with two packets of cane sugar on the side. It's the same thing I've ordered every morning, Monday through Saturday since I opened up my yoga studio next door two and a half years ago. Still, my eyes linger absentmindedly on the chalkboard a while longer because I need something to fill my mind as I stand in the extremely slow-moving line. This trendy little health food cafe is a bit out of place in a small town like Reyfield. Most of the locals would rather load up on greasy bacon, syrup-drenched pancakes and butter-soaked toast at the old-fashioned diner just off of Centennial. But I try to be conscientious about what I eat. Even when I have no control over the anxiety pulsing through my mind, at least I can decide what goes into my body. I tuck a lock of hair behind my ear and glance around the place. It’s a really cute little hole-in-the-wall with its charming, rustic design and jazzy tunes playing quietly in the background. Rumor has it that a group of investors from the city purchased it a few weeks ago and that they’ll begin upgrading it soon. I really hope they don’t change too much because it’s so hard to find a cozy eatery with healthy options around here. I crane my neck around the woman in front of me for a peek at the cash register. There are only two people ahead of me this morning. I don’t understand why it’s taking so long, and I chuff impatiently. Deep breaths, Isla. Slow, deep breaths. I'm not usually this irritable. But jeez, I always get so wound up whenever I come from my lawyer's office. The man has a talent for taking bad news and showing me that it’s exponentially worse than I initially realized. Every time I go to see him, I leave his office an hour older, $250 poorer and 1000 miles further away from my happy place. I make eye contact with Tina, the regular cashier. She gives me a quick apologetic smile and discreetly gestures toward the fumbling new employee hunched over the espresso machine. Great, just my luck! She's training a new worker on the one morning that I’m pissed off and running late. I glance up at the clock on the exposed brick wall. It’s 8:41. My Wednesday morning hatha class starts in nineteen minutes. The line is moving at a snail’s pace but I quickly decide that I need my daily dose of caffeine more than I need to be at work on time. Depriving myself of coffee would be cruel and unusual punishment, especially on a shitty morning like this. I pull in a lungful of purifying air, muttering a calming affirmation under my breath. All is well in my world. I give no power to the problems I perceive in my experience. God—right now that affirmation sounds like a load of crap. As the owner of Prasanna Light Oneness Studio (and Reyfield’s unofficial beacon of positivity), I take my self-imposed commitment to remaining Zen and optimistic very seriously. I do my best to practice what I preach. But on mornings like this, when my lawyer has just explained to me that yesterday Judge Tucker rendered a decision ordering me to pay alimony to my ex, I’m struggling with my Zen. I thought I had put that cheating asshole behind me, but now it looks like I’ll be paying for the mistake of marrying him for the foreseeable future. The groan of the front door as it swings open snaps me back to the present. Nancy and Delores, Reyfield’s very own Golden Girls duo, amble inside, bickering all the way. “Good morning, Isla,” Delores says with a cheeky grin. Nancy lingers behind her, a frown etched on her deep brown face. “Good morning, ladies,” I say cheerily, pushing down my worries and forcing my trademark happy-go-lucky smile to my lips. I turn my focus to Nancy. “What’s got you so upset today?” She huffs, adjusting the wool scarf around her neck with elegant fingers. “Delores is an absolute whore,” she accuses shooting her friend a glare. “That’s what the problem is.” My eyes bulge in shock. These two are so damn unpredictable. You never know what will spill past their lips. “Wh-what’s that all about?” I sputter, trying not to laugh outright. Delores leans on her walking stick and rolls her eyes behind her thick-rimmed glasses. “Nancy, you’re way too old to be such a prude,” she admonishes before turning her gaze to me. “Edward Nickels has been courting her for nearly three weeks and they still haven’t done the dirty.” Here we go…Conversations with these two tend to go off the rails quick-fast. “I don’t see what the rush is,” Nancy says, standing her ground, her frown deepening ever so slightly. Delores clucks her tongue against her dentures so hard that they almost fall out. “You don’t see what the rush is? You old coots could both drop dead next week. That’s what the rush is; you’re old.” “I’m not going to ‘put out’ just for the heck of it,” Nancy sighs. “I may not be too old to have relations but I am too old to get my heart broken.” My lips twist into a grimace. “Sorry, D. I’ve gotta side with Nancy on this one. Getting your heart broken is definitely not something worth repeating over and over.” On hearing my melancholy tone, Delores turns and observes me with her sharp, shrewd gaze. “What has you so ruffled this morning? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so frowny before, dear.” I force a smile as best I can. “Just feeling a little…” I search from the most accurate descriptor. “…off-center this morning. That's all.” She tips her head thoughtfully. “Hmm, when was the last time you did the dirty?” “Delores!” Nancy scolds, eyes wide in horror. Did she really just ask me that? She holds up a hand in surrender. “Okay, I won’t pry. But, as my Nana Jean used to say, 'a little morning wood makes the morning good!' Wise woman, she was." She crosses herself and bows her head solemnly. "May she rest in peace.” Nancy rolls her eyes, shooing Delores away. “Never mind her, dear.” She purses her lips momentarily. “Mmm. I heard that Judge Tucker just ordered you to pay alimony to that no-good ex-husband of yours.” I cringe on the inside. It looks like the news has already begun to make its way around town. An indignant scowl comes over Delores’ features. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” I turn back toward the chalkboard so that they don’t see the pain in my eyes. “How is it that the two of you are always up to date on local gossip?” I tuck that stubborn piece of my red hair behind my ear again. Every girl has that rebellious lock of hair that just refuses to stay in her ponytail. Nancy shrugs a narrow shoulder. “Court judgments are a matter of public record, dear. My granddaughter, Nadia, is a big shot lawyer at a law firm in New York City. She told me that.” “Anyway, that’s just terrible,” Delores huffs, smacking her cane against the floor. “You never should have married that boy.” I know that now. “My lawyer is looking into it.” I swallow a deep, centering breath. “I’m just hoping there’s a way to get the judgment overturned.” “Oh, that no-good piece of shit,” Delores grumbles referring to my ex-husband. “I hope his cheating ass gets chlamydia and his penis shrivels off.” That makes me laugh. "I don't need revenge. I leave it all to a higher power. I trust the universe to take care of justice. That's not my job." Even as I repeat the well-practiced words that I’ve said so often over the past few months, I’m not quite convinced how much I really mean them. I always make a conscious effort to see the world in a positive way, to see the best in people. Even when it's hard. Especially when it's hard. It's an important part of my yoga practice. But I'm human, and this morning in the shower, I may or may not have allowed myself to indulge in a fantasy about pushing Zayn in front of a speeding diesel truck and throwing a lit match at him, only to watch him blow up with Oscar-worthy cinematics. Nancy reaches out and taps me on the hand. “Oh darling, you’ll certainly have the last laugh.” Her voice is comforting and though I don’t like to revel in the notion of revenge, I welcome the idea that life will stop sucking sooner or later. "Next." The hairs on the back of my neck bristle at the deep baritone pronouncing the word. In my peripheral vision, I see the woman who was ahead of me trudging toward the door with her green smoothie and small, white paper bag in hand. I step forward and look up to find the most stunning pair of honey-brown eyes waiting patiently for me from under the bill of a black Herbivore Eatery cap. I gasp hard enough to pull in half the air in the room. God, he’s breathtaking. And it’s not just his eyes. It’s the chiseled structure of his face, the fullness of his lips, the very pronounced dimple nestled on his smooth-shaven chin. "Good morning." His deep voice rings out again. Taken aback by the sudden assault of shimmering, white teeth as his lips split in a heart-stoppingly handsome (but somewhat controlled) smile, I stutter. “G-good morning…” His gaze surveys every inch of my face before slipping down over the front of my slim-fitting jacket and settling on my chest for an instant. By the time his eyes return to my face, my cheeks are burning at his blatant scrutiny. Satisfaction twinkles in his eyes. If I’m honest, I think he likes what he sees. High five, Isla! “Welcome to Herbivore Café. What can I get you?” His tongue darts out and glides over his full lips in a leisurely sweep. My mind goes blank as I follow the path of his tongue. “Uh…I, uh…” I continue to fumble as my eyes tip up at the chalkboard in search of a prompt to help jog my memory. Tina gives me a knowing smile from the other side of the counter. “She’ll have a medium soy hazelnut latte.” I smile thankfully at her. “With two brown sugars on the side, please.” But, I’ve got to downsize because with the current state of my finances, every penny counts. “Actually, can you make that a small?” All the top debt repair gurus would agree that I should sacrifice my morning latte in order to fix my financial problems, but to me, caffeine isn’t a luxury. It’s a basic human right, one I won’t be deprived of. If getting my daily coffee fix is wrong, I don’t want to be right. “Small soy hazelnut latte with two brown sugars on the side,” the new barista calls over his shoulder to Tina. His eyes stay on me, intimately examining me all over again. And on second thought, ‘stunning’ is too mild an adjective to describe those eyes. They’re dazzling, magnetic, powerful. They’re sharp with intelligence while maintaining a playful twinkle that forces my lips to curl into an undefeatable smile. And he’s intense. Definitely a creature who lives in his third chakra, his solar plexus. Tina shakes her head wearing an apologetic look as if she’s just remembered something important. “Oh, I’m sorry, hun. We just switched up our menu,” she says pointing up at the chalkboard. “We don’t serve hazelnut drinks anymore.” My spirits sink to my toes. “Really?” The disappointment is clear in my voice. “Not enough demand for it. You’re practically the only person who orders it.” She shrugs helplessly. But her new coworker speaks up in that deep, smooth cadence of his. “No, Tina. We’ll make an exception for our friend—” He pauses and looks at me. It takes a beat to realize that he’s waiting for my name. “Isla,” I supply in a thick voice, eyes locked on his tempting mouth. “Isla.” His lips part and he breathes my name reverently, like it’s a sacred thing. Tina’s voice breaks my trance. “But it’s off the menu,” she protests. “I programmed it out of the cash register—” He speaks firm and steady without breaking my gaze. “Tina, we’ll make an exception for Isla,” he declares sternly. By now, my heart is flitting like crazy and I feel warm to my bones. The new guy’s bossy. For some reason, I like that. “Fine,” she says begrudgingly as she marches into the back room and returns a second later with a bottle of hazelnut syrup. He tosses me a wink before he and Tina turn to the back counter where the espresso machine sits next to a bunch of blenders and dispensers and other coffee-making contraptions. She stands by, arms folded tightly across her chest as she instructs her co-worker on how to prepare my beverage. As he works, I watch his muscular back ripple and undulate under the thin, white jersey of his T-shirt. He’s confident in a natural, easy way. His body speaks that language fluently. And though he’s wearing a coffee shop uniform, he makes it look important, dignified even, with those thick shoulders and sinewy forearms. I search through my purse for my wallet to pay for the drink and count out my money. The sexy barista turns back to me with a small paper cup of caffeine goodness. That’s when I notice his hands. They’re big and tanned, with a light sprinkling of dark hair. An image of myself licking coffee foam off each of those fingers in turn while looking into those honey eyes flashes through my mind. I shake my head to clear the inappropriate visual. I smile, trying not to look too affected by him. “Can I have a dash of cinnamon, please?” “Of course you can.” He licks his lips, leaning over the counter and sliding that wayward lock of red hair over my shoulder. His voice drops to a growl that only he and I can hear. “Now, the question is, can I get a dash of cinnamon?” Moan. A tickle skitters down my spine. I open and close my mouth but nothing comes out. He flashes a quick, subtle smile before he grabs the cinnamon shaker and adds a light dusting to my drink. Steam billows from the tiny hole in the plastic lid that he snaps onto the cup. "You’re…delightful, Isla,” he says almost to himself. I’m still frazzled as I take the coffee and stretch the money out to him. He reaches across the counter and taps my hand to stop me. “I can’t charge you for something that isn’t even on the menu, Isla.” God, my name just rolls off his tongue. Say it again… I narrow my eyes at him. “You can’t do that. I have to pay. You have to charge me,” I insist. My eyes shoot over to Tina but she gives me an impassive shrug. He follows the path of my stare. “Yes, I can do that,” he smirks. “Right, Tina?” She nods uninterestedly. “Yup, he can do that, I guess,” she says in a listless tone. What the hell is going on here today? The last time I was a dime short, Tina made me swear that I’d give her the money the next day. And now, here she is, practically letting the new guy steal right in front of her. “I’m not walking out of here with a free drink,” I say, sliding a handful of carefully counted change across the counter. “Well, I’m not taking your money,” he shoots, folding a pair of bulging arms across his wide chest, “and I’ll be here all day so you might as well get comfortable if you’re gonna stay.” He nods over at the grouping of shabby chic, overstuffed sofas facing the window. He’s annoying. Truly. So, why do I find myself smiling? “Take the damn coffee,” Delores says impatiently tapping her stick on the floor. “Just let somebody do something nice for you for once.” She eyes the barista. “This girl is Reyfield’s resident Ms. Altruistic. Always taking care of everybody but she won’t let anybody do anything nice for her.” Nancy nods along. Mr. Bossy evaluates me again, hitching an eyebrow this time. “Is that so?” “Yup,” Nancy says, “She volunteered to go grocery shopping for me when my arthritis was acting up a few weeks ago even though that dinky station wagon of hers can barely keep up with this cold weather.” “She came to my house with some weird, hippy essential oil concoction when I had pneumonia last winter,” Delores adds. “It worked wonders.” A grin threatens to spill onto Mr. Bossy’s face as he opens the bakery display case and grabs a pair of metal tongs. “Well, in that case, I’m going to have to throw in a giant coconut cookie.” He slides the crumbly sweetness into a small, white paper bag and hands it my way. “You really don’t have to do this.” I hesitate to take it from him. “A sweet treat for a sweet girl,” he says in an easy voice. I feel a blush coloring my cheeks and my heart is picking up speed. “If you gave treats to all the sweet girls in this town, you’d be out of business before sundown.” I’m subject to that honey-brown stare again. “I doubt that the others are sweet like you.” He licks his lips. “Lightning rarely strikes the same small town twice.” #Swoon This guy…He knows very well the type of effect he has on a woman and he’s not above using it to get what he wants. He exudes the confident magnetism usually possessed by charming politicians, hot-shot lawyers or powerful CEOs. And here he is, manning the espresso machine at a small-town coffee shop. That’s when realization hits me. He’s not just some barista. He must be a student working here as a part-time gig while he pursues his studies at the local community college. He’s probably studying Business Administration. Or Economics. Something brainy like that. While I stand there silently writing the unofficial biography of the gorgeous and domineering man I literally just met, my phone begins to ring in the pocket of my jacket and reality slams back into me. Here I am flirting with some college boy at a coffee shop when my whole life is falling apart around me. Way to prioritize, Isla. I glance down at my phone and see my best friend, Sammie’s, number. Excitement flutters in my stomach. This call could change things for the better. She told me yesterday that she could potentially help me get an investment for my yoga studio. I scoop my money off of the counter. “I’ve got to take this,” I say, waving the phone in the air. Mr. Bossy nods as I take my coffee and cookie, pivoting toward the door. “Have a nice day, Isla.“ I can’t help but smile as I drop my fistful of coins into Tina’s tip jar. I hear him call after me but I wave quickly at Nancy and Delores and hurry out the door.           Bio Cassie-Ann L. Miller writes steamy contemporary romance with a dash of angst and a sprinkle of humor. And if her toddler weren't rebelling against his bedtime right now, she'd have a minute to write her author biography, too ;) Social media Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/Author-Cassie-Ann-L-Miller-213742385634989/ Facebook group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/368971220152406/ Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/cassieann_l_miller/ Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Cassie-Ann-L.-Miller/e/B01LWOSYLK/ref=dp_byline_cont_ebooks_1         Find out what happens next. Pre-order your copy of "Dirty Stranger (The Dirty Suburbs Book 3): US: www.amazon.com/dp/product/B01N5GEBMF UK: www.amazon.co.uk/dp/product/B01N5GEBMF AU: www.amazon.com.au/dp/product/B01N5GEBMF CA: www.amazon.ca/dp/product/B01N5GEBMF

Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Vampire Mafia by MA Wilder #giveaway

  Title: The Vampire Mafia Complete Series
By: M.A. Wilder
Publication Date: January 1, 2017
Genre: Paranormal Romance
Five deadly love stories.
And one dark saga. 
This is August, New York, where the chaotic world of the supernatural will collide with unsuspecting, vulnerable humans. Trouble Notorious criminal Mickey McKennan is everything Nora Evers shouldn’t want. He’s power and sex in a suit with a rogue smile, and when they meet, her world tilts as she falls in lust—until that world halts when tragedy strikes. Nora’s life quickly goes from bad to worse, and she finds Mickey at every turn. Although his deadly secrets ensure that trouble follows him, she is drawn to him more and more. But, when her past haunts her present, Nora’s life is threatened, and she is unsure of who she can count on to help her survive. Beautiful Everyone has a price, and thanks to the captivating Simon Handover and his proposition, Penny Ames has discovered hers. She will just need to make it through one month with him before she can flee and never look back. But, with his Clark Kent good looks and Superman swagger, Simon is more of a threat to Penny than she realizes. While fighting not to lose her heart, she stumbles into a world filled with guns, gangs, and…vampires, and soon, she finds herself also fighting for her life. Collateral When Sosie Savage is taken hostage by the Vampire Mafia due to her father’s mistake, the only thing on her mind is survival—until her focus begins to shift as her captors, the D’Avignon brothers, vie for her attention. Powerful yet antagonistic, J.M. and Sebastien fascinate her. Where J.M. is destructive and dangerous, Sebastien acts as the savior with his kindness. With her feelings clouding her mind, Sosie struggles to set things right in the tangled web her father weaved. But, after the D’Avignon family receives threats from rival vampires while enduring run-ins with the authorities, she begins to question her allegiance to her own family and the life that she once knew. Vengeful Kidnapped and tortured with no end in sight, Beau D’Avignon is certain death is imminent. That is, until Francesca Slight intervenes. Sheltered daughter of the D’Avignon’s sworn enemy, she is now also the owner of Beau’s heart. With the animosity between the leading vampire families, their newfound love is not likely to survive, especially when the escalating war threatens all their lives. Frustrated with her father’s lack of action in the search for her missing family, Bellamy D’Avignon is determined to take the reins, but along the way, she crosses paths with someone from the opposite side of the law. He’s literally tall, dark, and handsome, and their connection is immediate and undeniable. But, when a life-altering threat hits and emotions take over, Bellamy makes a decision that will change their lives forever.
“What are you?” I whisper, fear shaking my body as well as my voice.
The man crouches down beside me, his gaze hungry, his movements cagey. “Don’t you mean, who?”
I shake my head and wince, knowing, deep down inside, that I got my question right the first time.
The stranger smiles, and it terrifies me. I can tell by the look on his face that my terror thrills him.
Then, he says one word and one word only, “Vampire.” And it changes everything.
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M. A. Wilder is a wife, mother, and native New Yorker who writes in order to retain her title as a hipster. She is a stay-at-home mom by day and a crime fighter author by night. She is also rumored to be a full-time geek, a part-time fangirl, and an imaginary superhero.
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