tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53104166711930643592024-03-13T21:18:34.375-04:00Wendy Dawn's Wicked WorldLiterary reviews of Erotic Genere Novels and recommendations
by an aspiring writer and self admitted bookaholic.Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.comBlogger435125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-45406159975199296312016-06-19T13:26:00.001-04:002016-06-19T13:26:28.105-04:00Under Construction<b><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hey everyone!</i></b><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I've taken some time away from the blog to do some writing of my own. Plus life got in the way of creative endeavors and my love of books (and helping promote independent authors as well as great novels). Some of the Internet social media made it difficult to do promotions for literary interests, GRRR!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">So I am taking this opportunity to redo and recreate this blog. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I want to do more reviews while promoting LGBTQ writers, publishers and works. This is one of the genres I enjoy reading and writing. </span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The other genre is BDSM. If and when possible having a combination of both genres.</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Please check out my published work "Into His Hands" FREE in the Goodreads BDSM group. (See link and blurb below)</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I'm excited to reboot this blog! So check back in mid July for the new and improved version. Thanks for following me over the years!</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Wendy Dawn</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">https://www.goodreads.com/topic/show/17449861-10-14-15-into-his-hands---wendy-dawn</span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="/var/mobile/Containers/Data/Application/18E9C5A9-6503-4F48-BA27-F2925F167B09/Documents/Blogger/blogger-image-1384998889.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="/var/mobile/Containers/Data/Application/18E9C5A9-6503-4F48-BA27-F2925F167B09/Documents/Blogger/blogger-image-1384998889.jpg"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Blurb:</b></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After a four-year enlistment and two deployments in the middle east, Marine Westin Keys is ready to leave military life behind and begin the next chapter in his existence.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;">Joining the Marines after high school to pay for his twin brother, Easton’s education was his primary goal. The brothers only had each other when their parents were killed by a drunk driver during their senior year of high school. Knowing his brother is on the cusp of graduation should take the pressure off of Westin.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;">Returning from his final debriefing and exit interviews to find his brother has been missing since he took his last final over two weeks ago makes Westin uneasy and apprehensive.<br style="box-sizing: border-box;"><br style="box-sizing: border-box;">Easton was last seen at a private BDSM club with a dominate known as Master ‘V’. The illustrious Master is known for using and discarding submissives he trains. Westin needs answers to where his brother is and if he’s safe. He discovers the lengths he is willing to go in order to obtain information on his twin’s condition and whereabouts at the hands of the notorious Master ‘V’.</span></div></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-76493430183257742952014-11-28T15:42:00.001-05:002014-11-28T15:43:58.425-05:00Review of "The Distance Between"<div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="/var/mobile/Applications/44AF72AC-2707-46DD-91B2-E127D907CB44/Documents/Blogger/blogger-image-1879175935.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img border="0" src="/var/mobile/Applications/44AF72AC-2707-46DD-91B2-E127D907CB44/Documents/Blogger/blogger-image-1879175935.jpg"></font></a></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Description:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><i style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Michael Adams, a lawyer in his late twenties, has everything a guy could wish for. He’s smart, rich, good-looking and has a degree from an Ivy-League university. There is only one thing he cannot have; his stepbrother David. He’s struggled with his feelings for years and even traveled great distances to be away from David. <br><br>Michael has tried to build a new life for himself in Paris where he is dating a handsome French guy, Remi. All the ingredients for a happy, successful life are there but Michael can’t get over his feelings for his stepbrother. After all this time David is still the man of his dreams. <br><br>David has felt the same way about his stepbrother for a long time; he loves Michael more than anything. But Michael has been too afraid of their families’ reaction to let David into his life. He pushes his stepbrother away constantly and David throws himself into the arms of a series of wrong men. </i></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Review:</b></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What an emotional roller coaster. I was sucked into the characters lives and torment immediately.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A wonderful story of two men's journey to find and acknowledge true love. </span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The extreme emotional conflict of falling for someone society says you shouldn't and hurting that person to keep them at a distance. A decade of push and pull, arguments and hurt, lashing out to keep your hearts desire at arms length.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Michael was such a tormented soul, you will find yourself crying for him. He wants to push away his feelings and desires for David. Brief moments of happiness and fulfillment give you hope for a happy ever after. The extremes Michael goes to causes both men pain.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">David keeps hope alive. No matter what Michael or Michael's father dish out, David takes it. He wants to be accepted and loved by the two men most important to him. David is a whistful romantic in many ways.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Taboo love stories are often written to titilate. While there are moments of desire acted upon in this story, the heart of it is about the relationship and rivalry between step siblings. Both seeking a fathers approval draw them apart, many times.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A delightful set of supporting characters. An understanding sister and brother in law bring warmth and understanding to the story. A mom/step mom who seems like the heart of the family, bringing them together for Sunday family dinners. Younger twin brothers that bind them together as a family. A host of friends and lovers, brings laughter, understanding of self and some levity to the tale.</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I enjoyed this novel. Emotionally I felt as if I had been through the ringer with these characters. I would love to read more by this author. Even a follow up with the main and supporting characters would be nice. Since same sex marriages are legal in many states it would be nice to see the couples commit. Just wishful thinking. I hated that the story ended, I need more!</span></div></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-55789675136432263202014-08-14T14:19:00.001-04:002014-08-14T14:24:17.783-04:00Tour & Giveaway "Her Dom"<img src="webkit-fake-url://B6660548-95F8-49E4-A432-8CE5CB0A66E7/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Her Dom</b></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>A.D. Justice</b></span></p><p class="s7" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Release Date: July 25, 2014</b></span><img src="webkit-fake-url://97DF9488-3013-4190-92AD-C93510CE9953/imagepng" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Purchase Links:</b></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://amzn.to/1z9FAVQ"><span class="s8">Amazon</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1rA81tB"><span class="s8">B&N</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><a href="http://amzn.to/1lB7kdN"><span class="s8">Amazon UK</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><a href="http://amzn.to/Ur7lKd"><span class="s8">Amazon CA</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s9" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My name is Dominic Powers. My software engineering company, DPS, is one of the top 500 companies in the world. Conducting a search for my Personal Assistant brought an unexpected candidate straight to me.</span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">I knew she was different as soon as she walked into my high-rise office. She exuded innocence and inexperience. Those are two things in a woman that normally don’t attract me, but I am apparently making an exception for her. She’s young and delicate – and I’m afraid she won’t make it in my world. </span><a name="_GoBack"></a><span class="s9"><br></span><span class="s9"><br></span><span class="s9">But the carnal man I’ve kept hidden deep inside me says I have to try. </span><span class="s9"><br></span><span class="s9"><br></span><span class="s9">She is my Sophia Vasco.</span><span class="s9"><br></span><span class="s9"><br></span><span class="s9">I am Her Dom.</span></span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9"><br></span></span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://7BC1BFA2-7A9C-4873-8877-88B8ABF4F37B/imagepng"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22402806-her-dom?ac=1">Goodreads</a></font></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://111CA0D7-1F1D-443C-AB3D-1A7A6DCE6B41/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s11" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="http://animoto.com/play/Smvb0VDGRO5g9QpHZRqImA">Book Trailer</a></font></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="http://animoto.com/play/Smvb0VDGRO5g9QpHZRqImA">http://animoto.com/play/Smvb0VDGRO5g9QpHZRqImA</a></font></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://56136CAF-CFF4-463A-8A51-8F9BC2700658/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Playlist</b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/12127638779/playlist/4iZrJhTmx3rCMjHunOf15R">Her Dom</a></font></span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://7FA9576A-DB13-48DE-A79E-441646AD78E3/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Ten Fun Facts about AD Justice</b></span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. I had no idea what I was getting into when I wrote my first book.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">2. Releasing a book never gets easier. </span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">3. I’ve made some amazing friends in this crazy journey.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">4. I am a certified open water scuba diver.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">5. When I eat Reese’s (my favorite), I eat the chocolate off first and then eat the peanut butter.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">6. I don’t like any seafood and only some grilled fish.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">7. I have two dogs, two horses and one cat — oh yeah, and my hubs and my two boys.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">8 I still work a full time job and write in the evenings. No, I don’t get much sleep.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">9. Music is a great book motivator and I can’t write without my tunes blaring in my ears to tune out everything else.</span></p><p class="s16" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 4px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">10. I am a huge BAMA football fan. </span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://CE146098-F991-4DAF-A6CA-90B9605427CE/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>About the Author</b></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://1DB640ED-6BD0-4FDA-83AE-E7742777FB0A/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">A.D. Justice's debut novel is Wicked Games, A Steele Security Novel. It is the first of a five book series. The second book in the Steele Security Series is Wicked Ties. </span><span class="s9">it</span><span class="s9">continues the story exactly where Wicked Games ends. Each book is designed as a stand-alone from a character perspective, but reading from the beginning will give the reader a better sense of how the characters are connected. The premise of the series is based on a group of elite soldiers and their adventures with Steele Security.</span></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;">A.D.'s second series is the Crazy Series and Crazy Maybe is the first book. It is not for the faint of heart - complex, real-life issues are addressed, with several twists and turns that will keep you turning the pages until you've devoured the whole book! This series will also continue with more emphasis on the supporting characters.</div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;">The third series is Dominic Powers. The first book, Her Dom, is now available. Her Dom gives a fresh, new, and realistic look at how a Dom/sub relationship really is, with the addition of a few twists, turns, mystery and intrigue. The second book in this series will be available in October 2014.</div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;">A.D. Justice has been married for 25 years and has two wonderful sons in college. She is also an avid reader of romance novels and, to her amazement, a self-published author. A.D. enjoys reading many different types of romance books - including drama and suspense, crime and mystery, NA and YA, and contemporary and erotica.</div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s9"><div style="text-align: start;"><span class="s9">A.D. Justice is a Goodreads Author and can also be found on Facebook (facebook.com/</span><span class="s9">adjusticeauthor</span><span class="s9">), Twitter (@adjustice1), or by email at </span><a href="mailto:adjustice@outlook.com"><span class="s8">adjustice@outlook.com</span></a><span class="s9">.</span></div></span></span><p></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Contact A.D. Justice</span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://adjusticebooks.com/"><span class="s8">Website</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/A.-D.-Justice/e/B00HNW4RPM/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1405653992&sr=8-1"><span class="s8">Amazon</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7277707.A_D_Justice"><span class="s8">Goodreads</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/adjusticeauthor"><span class="s8">Facebook</span></a><span class="s9"> | </span><span class="s8"><a href="https://twitter.com/adjustice1">Twitter</a></span></span></font></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></font></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Title: The Viper’s Bite</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Series: The Viper Series #3</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author: Kirsty-Anne Still</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release Date: Fall 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Find on </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22671538-the-viper-s-bite?from_search=true"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Goodreads</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Synopsis:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The third and final book in The Viper Series.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">When a red-eyed, disheveled </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> arrives back on the doorstep of The Viper Rooms, what is The Boss to do?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Turn away a girl she once had high hopes for or give her another chance?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Having felt robbed of seeing </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> reach her full potential, Clara decides to test her once head Viper Girl, but when </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> gives Clara a chance to have what she’s wanted, The Boss is left with a tough decision.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Clara,” I murmur, trying to find conviction in my own voice. “I want to be like you. I want to never feel love again.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Will Clara </span><span class="s2">Delvine</span><span class="s2"> give up the chance to have her own protégée?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And is the seduction of opportunity too much to be passed up or has she met her match?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After all, can The Boss trust her Runaway Viper?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Pre-Order Links</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://bit.ly/1pwidSe"><span class="s5">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1xMlD51"><span class="s5">iBooks</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://A024AECC-001C-4ECD-9120-FA86E0BF9792/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://33AF77CD-44BE-45A9-80FB-169D77753BCE/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I knew I shouldn’t have trusted you. You told me you wanted to not let a man in and then I see this.” She flicks her hand at me with utter disgust and gets up and walks around the desk.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“It’s not what it looks like,” I managed to say before I can think this through.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You look extremely happy in those photos,” Clara comments, not so easily swayed.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“That’s because he finally wanted to give it another go. Now that he thinks I’m away from you, Clara!” I heave on my exhale, allowing my shoulders to slump down with it. “I want him to see that I’m worthy of having. That he needs me.” I now get desperate, allow my every thought to flood from my soul. “I want him to crave me. I want him to think only about me. I want him to be consumed by thoughts of me.” I flash my gaze to Clara, settling myself. “Then, once he is where I want him, I want to break his heart.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">As the finale of my words fall free, I’m astounded at myself. I’ve just presented my boss with a callous plan to destroy a man, one that will never be enacted. In her mind, I’ll be emulating her, taking men’s hearts, playing with them before I place them on a shelf encased in glass jars. Except I won’t be doing anything of the sort because I’ll be loving </span><span class="s2">Jace</span><span class="s2"> under the guise of getting him right where I want him.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I want him to feel exactly like I did.” I ground my words with ounces of malice, impact it with hidden rage. “I want him devastated and I can’t do that unless he thinks I still love him with everything I have.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://3B2E8FD0-7FCA-4570-A4A9-0FF1AD3588EA/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Viper Series:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://59EB4F19-9F2B-4694-95DF-B55D530A9D2C/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Saturdays at the Viper Rooms – Released March 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“You and I know I can’t say no.” I swallow my fear and allow my eyes to fall down to his chest, I can’t look </span><span class="s2">at him. “And I can’t lose you.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> Gilbert, one of two head Viper Girls for the club, strives to maintain a double life both full of deceit, betrayal, sex, lust, and fear. She knows the rules of the club and the way the boss works like no other, but she is the one breaking everything she knows in order to keep the new life she has. After running from her past, she’ll do anything to stay away from it. It’s what makes her perfect for the j</span><span class="s2">ob. It’s what makes her normal.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Everyone has a story when they arrive at the doors of The Viper Roo</span><span class="s2">ms.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">It’s this that binds clients and Viper Girls together. Each want to forget, each want something to remember, to feel, to lust over. The Viper Rooms gives the exclusive a time in their life to get the things they need from a club devoted solely to them. No strings attached, no questions asked. But what lies beneath the surface can’t always be stopped</span><span class="s2">. It can’t be silenced forever.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">And </span><span class="s2">Joely’s</span><span class="s2"> one of the girls who kn</span><span class="s2">ows that more than anyone else.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">What happens when her facade starts to break? What would</span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> rather give up; the man who wants to save her, but could die trying, or the life that could ultimately kill her?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Saturdays-At-Viper-Rooms-Book-ebook/dp/B00IYZUXAU/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1407814650&sr=8-1&keywords=saturdays+at+the+viper+rooms"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/saturdays-at-the-viper-rooms-kirsty-still/1118902554?ean=2940149507559&itm=1&usri=saturdays+at+the+viper+rooms"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="https://www.google.com/url?sa=t&rct=j&q=&esrc=s&source=web&cd=1&cad=rja&uact=8&ved=0CC0QFjAA&url=https%3A%2F%2Fitunes.apple.com%2Fus%2Fbook%2Fsaturdays-at-viper-rooms-viper%2Fid839644143%3Fmt%3D11&ei=z4vpU5L-CIeT8gHcpoHABA&usg=AFQjCNGKn0zKfRVZC_nRms8N8s7AXeWaOA&sig2=PisJA4T_28QIR_f9BqnR0A&bvm=bv.72676100,d.b2U"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">iBooks</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=saturdays+at+the+viper+rooms"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Kobo</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">___________________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://07FAACA1-0E09-4BDE-A525-E4119378F684/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Runaway Viper – Released July 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Having already broken rule number one of Clara </span><span class="s2">Delvine’s</span><span class="s2"> rules,</span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> Gilbert knows she is past the point of no return. After defying all of the orders </span><span class="s2">Delvine</span><span class="s2"> lives by, </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> believes becoming the first runaway Viper Gi</span><span class="s2">rl is all too good to be true.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">However, remaining uncaught for months, </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> gives into the life she’s been searching for – the man she wants, the house she dreamt of, t</span><span class="s2">he love she cherishes.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">But how long can you outrun the</span><span class="s2"> devil when she’s after blood?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">After all, </span><span class="s2">Delvine</span><span class="s2"> never loses a girl, and she’ll do anything to make sure she has </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> back to finish her contractual obligations.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">What happens when </span><span class="s2">Joely’s</span><span class="s2"> left with the biggest decision of her life, the decision that was always hers to make – kill her he</span><span class="s2">art or kill the man she </span><span class="s2">loves.</span><span class="s2"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Clara will make sure </span><span class="s2">Joely</span><span class="s2"> never strays from</span><span class="s2"> The Viper Rooms – ever again.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But can The Boss tame a runaway viper?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Runaway-Viper-Book-two-ebook/dp/B00LK5BO1S/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1407814650&sr=8-2&keywords=saturdays+at+the+viper+rooms"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-runaway-viper-kirsty-anne-still/1119916391?ean=9781501446856&itm=1&usri=kirsty+anne+still"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/runaway-viper-viper-series/id896164552?mt=11"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">iBooks</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=the+runaway+viper"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Kobo</span></a><a name="_GoBack"></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Info:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I used to be just another </span><span class="s2">Fanfiction</span><span class="s2"> writer! That was until one person showed real interest in my work. And then another, and then another, until I had this whole group of people reviewing like crazy and wanting original work from me. I’d spent years writing for free online, I didn’t believe I had it in me to publish something!</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I’m glad I did!! I never imagined pushing my work and striving to reach my ultimate. I never imagined I’d be the girl who started The Viper Rooms! But who am I to deny the inspiration when it hits?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I love writing, it’s a lifeline. I love creating a world that others fall into. I love having the control to make a whole new world. It’s like a dependency, an addictive one. It’s one of the things I’m extremely proud of.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As much as I complain, I love the mini dialogues that go on in my head, the plotlines that attack me when I least expect them to. The ones that jump to life at the most inappropriate times and drive me totally crazy!!</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">For now I split my life between writing, dreaming, working, and volunteering with children.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorkirstyannestill"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Facebook</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="https://twitter.com/KirstyAnneStill"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Twitter</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;"><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7059341.Kirsty_Anne_Still">Goodreads</a></span></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://6746E75A-EEEA-4897-A397-6E18851949D0/imagejpeg"></p></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-12286603774096597442014-08-12T14:24:00.001-04:002014-08-12T14:24:46.532-04:00Release day for "Collin"<img src="webkit-fake-url://6B37D4D6-5F4E-4F4B-8C4E-4FD1B2E74232/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://22C34EF4-910C-411D-91A4-C8A35277B233/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">SYNOPSIS</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Forever Trilogy hasn't ended yet...now it's time for Connor & Ellery's son to tell his story...</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I’d like to introduce myself. My name is Collin Black, and I’m the future CEO of Black Enterprises. At twenty-two years old, I’m living the American dream, or at least my version of it. I’m rich, fit, sexy, and no matter where I go, women are always throwing themselves at me. I love to party, and when I do, it can sometimes lead to trouble.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Women. What can I say? One woman broke my heart which led me to close myself off so it could never happen again. I’ve become one of New York’s most eligible bachelors and bad boy. I leave a trail of broken hearts wherever I go.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Until her.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">This is my journey of going through the ups and downs of life as I climb the corporate ladder, heal a broken heart, and discover that there’s more life than what I thought.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She. Changed. Everything.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://DD956180-8EE2-4000-B294-398F19FB5858/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">GOODREADS LINK</span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20409769-collin?ac=1</span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://77DDA101-7E41-4A24-8A90-B60479271B16/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">BUY LINKS</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s10">Amazon US: </span><span class="s11">http://amzn.to/1xdbUUT</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s10">Amazon UK: </span><span class="s11">http://amzn.to/1nDB25V</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s10">iBooks: </span><span class="s11">https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id853313972</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://AAEC8EC8-6811-4AA1-886E-C18F5257E576/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">ABOUT AUTHOR</span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">NEW YORK TIMES, USA TODAY & WALL STREET JOURNAL BESTSELLING AUTHOR</span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sandi Lynn, born and raised in the US, has always dreamed of becoming an author since she won her first young author's award in grade school. She spends her days raising her three teenage girls and writing full-time. Sandi Lynn is a New York Times, USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of her Forever Trilogy (Forever Black, Forever You, Forever Us). She has a severe coffee addiction and can usually be found hanging out at the local Starbucks with her laptop, sipping lattes, and working on her books. In addition to writing romance novels, she loves to write poetry.</span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 7px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">AUTHOR LINKS</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">www.facebook.com/Sandi.Lynn.Author</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">www.authorsandilynn.com</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">https://twitter.com/SandilynnWriter</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6089757.Sandi_Lynn</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://4AD95B58-3632-4560-9927-95E92547CDF8/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-15489863401547211072014-08-11T14:53:00.001-04:002014-08-11T14:53:59.205-04:00Release Day & Giveaway "Incandescent"<div><img src="webkit-fake-url://A146CAB5-4430-4F51-9909-612D18C1F2B4/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://9B833C27-A048-4147-803F-8A8FC8FCDA5F/imagepng"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">RELEASE DAY BLITZ</span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Title: </span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Incandescent</span></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Series: </span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Knights Rebels MC</span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> #1</span></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Author: </span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">River Savage</span></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Release Date</span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">: </span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">August 11</span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">,</span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> 2014</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">SYNOPSIS</span></p><p class="s8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Phoenix ‘Nix’ Knight thought pulling his club out of the illegal shit his Pops got them into was difficult. </span></p><p class="s8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s7">Until he meets </span><span class="s7">Kadence</span><span class="s7">.</span><span class="s7"> </span></span></p><p class="s8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s7">Kadence</span><span class="s7"> Turner has no business lusting over a student’s father, especially the president of the Knights Rebels MC. Nix is crass, obnoxious and dangerously sexy and for some reason, </span><span class="s7">Kadence</span><span class="s7"> can’t seem to hate him for it. The bossy biker breaks down her </span><span class="s7">defenses</span><span class="s7">, but unlike the old </span><span class="s7">Kadence</span><span class="s7">, the woman she is today won’t give in without a fight. </span></span></p><p class="s8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s7">The tension is undeniable, the attraction fierce. </span><span class="s7">A man that wants what he wants and a woman that will fight him every step of the way.</span></span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s7"><br></span></span></p><p class="s10" style="margin-top: 12px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;">GOODREADS LINK:</span><span class="s12"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22152589-incandescent"><span class="s13">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22152589-incandescent</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://BE7842AB-16B0-4CF1-9A34-CB516FB76DB4/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">PURCHASE LINKS</span></p><div><font style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amazon US: <a href="http://amzn.to/1onAt22">http://amzn.to/1onAt22</a></font></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amazon UK: <a href="http://amzn.to/1sLcbzw">http://amzn.to/1sLcbzw</a><br></span></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://47D7C257-5E71-4C4F-A09A-756352F1B079/imagejpeg"></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></div><div><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>EXCERPT #1</b></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">Resting the cold beer between my legs</span><span class="s6"> to soothe the ache,</span><span class="s6"> the boys give me shit for striking out. I feel the same way</span><span class="s6">:</span><span class="s6"> the woman is a tough nut to crack.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“You ready for round two</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">Prez</span><span class="s6">?” Beau smirks behind his beer. Turning my head, I watch as Kadence storms over</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> I groan as my broken dick comes to life, apparen</span><span class="s6">tly not caught up with the news that</span><span class="s6"> she doesn</span><span class="s6">’</span><span class="s6">t like him. She stands at the end of</span><span class="s6"> the table,</span><span class="s6"> arms crossed over her chest, unaware that her position puts her sexy tits up on display.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">F</span><span class="s6">uck</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> this woman is a tease.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Hey</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">s</span><span class="s6">weetheart,” I say</span><span class="s6"> before taking a sip of my beer.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Don’t sweetheart me. What did you say to my date?” she snaps, anger clear on her face, and I’ve never seen a more beautiful look o</span><span class="s6">n her. Her eyes blaze with fire and the need to push her more fills me.</span><span class="s6"> I can’t wait to have her under me.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Oh, the stiff?” I ask nonchalantly. “Just told him to run along</span><span class="s6">;</span><span class="s6"> he didn't have what it takes to play with the big boys,” I say as some of the </span><span class="s6">brothers</span><span class="s6"> laugh into their drinks.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">I’ve never pushed a woman this far before</span><span class="s6">;</span><span class="s6"> chasing her and teasing her feels so damn good</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">S</span><span class="s6">omething about her pushes my buttons and leaves me wanting more. Most women fall at my feet begging to get in, but Kadence? No, this woman makes me want to do the begging. I’ve never wanted to fuck a woman so hard while spanking her ass at the same time. The way she reacts to me makes my dick hard and </span><span class="s6">G</span><span class="s6">od help me, getting her riled up is a sight to see. I can see</span><span class="s6"> it in her eyes; she’s fighting it. S</span><span class="s6">he wants me and I intend to give the lady what she wants.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“What do you want</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> Phoenix?” she demands</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6">uncrossing her arms</span><span class="s6"> and</span><span class="s6"> assuming a relaxed position, but I’m not stupid. The woman is crazy mad and I’ve got a</span><span class="s6">throbbing dick to prove it.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“What do I want?” I repeat her question, pausing to take another pull on my beer. “Well, after your little stunt in the bathroom, I </span><span class="s6">wanna</span><span class="s6"> pull you down on this table and spank your ass,” I tell her calmly</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">E</span><span class="s6">ven though my balls are aching, my cock</span><span class="s6"> is</span><span class="s6"> pulsing.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You disgust me,” she hisses and turns to walk away. I grab onto her hand, turning her my way. She tries to pull out of my grasp, but my hold on her is strong.</span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“You don’t mean that</span><span class="s6">. I’ve seen the way your eyes flash</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">Y</span><span class="s6">ou would love for me to spank that sexy ass right here for everyone to see. Wouldn’t you?” Embarrassment fl</span><span class="s6">oods her cheeks, and for a beat,</span><span class="s6"> I think I might have pushed her too far.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://5341CB73-6A5C-4D5C-85A8-05D7235ED74F/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><br></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://EF665D08-5AE2-406F-B0EB-AA46424B9D4B/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>EXCERPT #2</b></span></p><p class="s4" style="margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px; text-indent: 14px; text-align: justify;"></p><div style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px;">“Thanks.” Taking a sip, I look around one more time. “Nice house.” I motion around me.</div></span><p></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Thanks</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6">” </span><span class="s6">h</span><span class="s6">e says</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> turning back to the grill</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> I take a seat, feeling a little out of my element in his house.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“So,” I </span><span class="s6">begin,</span><span class="s6"> trying to fill the silence between us</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">I</span><span class="s6">f we aren’t fighting or being smartasses to each other, it seems we don’t have much to say.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Just relax</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> Kadence</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> I’m not </span><span class="s6">gonna</span><span class="s6"> rip your clothes off just yet.” </span><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic;">And we’re back.</span><span class="s6"></span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Yeah</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> yeah</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> Casanova, keep it in your pants. You aren’t getting into mine.” I watch as he looks at me, before walking forward like a predator stalking his prey. He stops short of getting in my space, but his tall frame standing over me communicates his formidable power.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Kadence</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> don’t lie</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">Y</span><span class="s6">ou and I both know that what’s in those pants is aching for my cock.” The ache was</span><span class="s6"> gone, but with one sentence, </span><span class="s6">his deep gravelly</span><span class="s6"> voice has me</span><span class="s6">building an itch</span><span class="s6"> I know he could scratch.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You’re good, you know that?”</span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Kadence,</span><span class="s6"> I’m more than good.” I roll my eyes at him. Seriously</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">t</span><span class="s6">he man has it bad for himself.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Tell me honestly, does it work?” I ask</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> genuinely concerned. I'm hoping I’m not the only fo</span><span class="s6">ol falling for his dirty words. </span><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic;">‘Cause then I really would need to talk to my vagina.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“I don’t know</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> Kadence</span><span class="s6">.</span><span class="s6"> </span><span class="s6">A</span><span class="s6">re your panties wet?” he responds</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> and this time I laugh out loud. He seriously must have taken classes or something.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“Geez</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> Phoenix, cut the bullshit</span><span class="s6">,</span><span class="s6"> would you? Your dirty mouth might make some girls wet between the legs, but it’s not the key to get</span><span class="s6">ting</span><span class="s6"> between mine. You need </span><span class="s6">to work harder than that,” I lie,</span><span class="s6"> standing from my chair and taking one step into his space. The truth is his dirty words are wearing me down, and if he keeps talking about wet pussies, I’m going to pull my pants down and demand he show mine some attention.</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; text-indent: 0px; margin: 0px 14px 0px 28px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">What am I saying? Am I really considering having sex with this man? This crass, dirty, sexy man who pushes my buttons, </span><span class="s6">who</span><span class="s6"> irritates me while at the same time manag</span><span class="s6">es to turn me on? Of course I am. W</span><span class="s6">hy</span><span class="s6"> else</span><span class="s6"> would I get on his bike?</span></span></p></div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a name="_GoBack"></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://7731DEBA-00FD-4C1F-979D-81399BFD0408/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">AUTHOR BIO</span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">River Savage is the author of the soon to be released, Knights Rebels MC Series. The first book Incand</span><span class="s2">escent, will be released </span><span class="s2">August 11</span><span class="s2">, 2014. </span><span class="s2"><br></span><span class="s2"><br></span><span class="s2">An avid reader of romance and erotic novels, her love for books and reading </span><span class="s2">fueled</span><span class="s2"> her passion for writing. Reading no longer sated her addiction, so she started writing in secret. 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margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><br></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://29A49F77-0C77-44CE-8F5C-8132BD0AF5DF/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>The Perfect Boyfriend</b></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Renee Novelle</b></span><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Perfect Boyfriend picks up right where we left Reagan and Ian in The Boyfriend List.</span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As their friendship blossoms quickly into a steamy romance, Reagan and Ian have to learn to navigate their shifting relationship...and everything that entails. But their newfound bliss doesn’t come without a few unexpected challenges.</span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In the midst of realizing just how sweet the romance can be between them, and all the benefits of their new dynamic, Reagan is informed that her ideal situation has changed. Not only will she need to begin taking on more classes to speed up her graduation date, but she’ll also have to start looking for a job to supplement her fading income. Meanwhile, Ian has chosen to pull out of school once his father is diagnosed with a terminal illness in order to help manage the family business and spend time with him while he still can. But he wrestles with the guilt of leaving Reagan behind, and the pressure of his new responsibilities.</span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As the two meet their new challenges head-on, they’ll be forced to discover whether or not they’re as compatible as lovers as they were as friends. With their focus pulled in so many directions, will they have what it takes to keep a long distance relationship alive? Can Ian prove that he’s still be the perfect boyfriend, or will they fold to statistics under the growing tensions of their lives? Throw in some manipulative exes, a new boss with an inflated ego, and a co-worker from hell and the two have a recipe for either a fairy tale ending, or a complete disaster.</span></p><p class="s5" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The Perfect Boyfriend is a New Adult Romance about trust, love, and discovering the true depths of personal strength.</span></p></div><div><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s10" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22085722-the-perfect-boyfriend">Goodreads</a></font></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s10" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Purchase Links</b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://amzn.to/1mNfWCk"><span class="s10">Amazon</span></a><span class="s6"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-perfect-boyfriend-renee-novelle/1119887137?ean=9781500331795"><span class="s10">B&N</span></a><span class="s6"> | </span><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/452215%20/o"><span class="s10">Smashwords</span></a><span class="s6"> | </span><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/the-perfect-boyfriend/id894018625?mt=11%20\o"><span class="s10">iBooks</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://3C6E6C64-3CB1-44BF-887D-71A684D4415C/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Excerpt #1</b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">Reagan’s time with Ian was never long enough. Not really. Not when she was still used to having </span><span class="s6">him</span><span class="s6"> in her life every day – man she’d really taken that for granted, hadn’t she? But her moments with him now were sweeter, more complete. And the remainder of the weekend had passed without any other dramatic events. It would hold her over until the next time they could steal some time together. At least, she hoped it would.</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">But now it was over. And she was back to her regular schedule. Except </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">this</span><span class="s6"> week was a little different. </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">This</span><span class="s6"> week she’d throw her new internship into the mix and learn just how good of a juggler she could be – her class schedule, new assignments, friendships, her relationship, the internship and anything else that the universe cared to throw at her. It was no joke, that was for sure, and Reagan was beginning to feel all of the pressures that the outside world held for her once she graduated. But she could manage it, she remind herself as she changed clothes for her new role. She didn’t have any other choice but to make it all work somehow.</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">After having picked up a few new outfits to compliment her new important role – using some of the money she’d kept from the club, of course - Petra had helped her coordinate the rest of her wardrobe to expand her options. And the result was at least a couple </span><span class="s6">weeks worth</span><span class="s6"> of choices that had left her feeling confident, appropriate, and ready to impress. Every little detail counted, and her poise when she stepped through the large glass doors that first day spoke volumes toward her ambitions. Reagan had set herself up to succeed in every possible way.</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">Having no real instruction with which to work from on how to approach her first day, she strode up to the receptionist, who this time greeted her with a friendly smile. </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">Success already</span><span class="s6">, she thought to herself, and her smile widened that much more. “Welcome back Reagan.” The woman began. “You’re all going to be starting in the conference room today. Around that corner and through the second door.”</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“All?” Reagan had known she wasn’t the only intern, but the phrase made it seem like there was an army in attendance, and the thought sent a little shiver of nerves up her spine.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“There’s three of you. You have a quick orientation together, then it’s all smooth sailing from there.”</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reagan nodded as she contemplated this answer. Nothing was ever exactly smooth sailing when you threw a bunch of competitive girls together and told them to battle it out to impress the new boss. But one could always hope for the best...</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">The heels she’d chosen tapped lightly as she clipped down the slick hall and toward the door marked, </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">Conference, #2</span><span class="s6">. She noticed her hand trembling as she lifted it to turn the handle. Taking a deep breath, she tried to let go of all her anxious energy – </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">just be yourself</span><span class="s6">, she lectured – then she forced a huge smile over her face.</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But when she stepped through the door, her face immediately fell. All the calm composure she’d just summoned drained from her body and left her face as white as the stark walls. The shaking returned, only it wasn’t from nerves now. Her body was riddled with anger, contempt and yes, even a little humor as she considered the universe’s latest irony.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">Because the first person to turn around when she stepped into the room was Isabella. </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">The </span><span class="s6">Isabella. The Isabella who had stolen her boyfriend. Who had tried to seduce </span><span class="s6">Ian.</span><span class="s6"> And had otherwise made her existence miserable. The Isabella who had ruined spring break, nearly ruined Petra’s party, and had caused Reagan to question almost everything she knew about people. </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">That </span><span class="s6">Isabella was nearly three feet away from her, dressed in a fitted color-block dress she’d probably picked up at </span><span class="s6">Bebe</span><span class="s6"> just to show off her flawless figure. Apparently, whatever dislike Reagan had for her was a mutual feeling, since she was smirking in recognition as she gave Reagan a long, lingering, stare meant to intimidate and demean without saying a single word.</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “You’ve got to be kidding me.” The words slipped from Reagan’s lips before she could stop them, and she found herself regretting the thought the moment she’d heard it.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Dreamcast </b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://C09854A1-3D1D-4C84-8ACE-408CD817F339/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Playlist</b></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s10" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="http://open.spotify.com/user/rsnovelle/playlist/3gUOeepLoH7H01WC0L503D">The Perfect Boyfriend Playlist</a></font></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s10" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://543C01E3-B80C-4836-ABAD-039C899B6D79/imagepng" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><br></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s3">10 Fun Facts </span><span class="s3">About</span><span class="s3"> Renee’ Novelle</span></b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">1. I don’t have any children – yet – but I have two cats that might as well be my kids! They’re my babies, I’m absolutely crazy about them.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">2. And they’ve totally taken over the house. Including my office, which they seem to think is their personal play room.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">3. I totally believe in love at first sight. My current 6 year relationship started as a “love at first sight” thing.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">4. I’m kind of addicted to Bravo reality shows – it’s definitely my guilty pleasure after a long day of work and writing.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">5. The way to my heart is through a handwritten love letter – I love the nostalgia of the whole process.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">6. I’m kind of addicted to quotes. I post them all the time. It’s a little out of control. I even have some hanging up in my office to keep me motivated.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">7. If I had an English garden, I don’t think I’d ever leave it.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">8. No beach excursion is complete without a really good </span><span class="s6">pina</span><span class="s6"> colada.</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">9. I think a summer evening filled with fireflies is absolutely magical!</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">10. I’m really obsessive about lists...unless I’m compiling one about myself! Then I have a super hard time thinking of anything. </span><span class="s6">:P</span></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><br></span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Excerpt #2</b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The black Camaro was shimmering under the fading sunlight, fresh from a detailed washing earlier that day. Reagan reached for the handle to the passenger side door, as she had at least a dozen times before, but Ian put a hand up to stop her. Instead, he drew the door back himself, opening it in a chivalrous move that revealed something in the seat waiting for her - a slim, robin’s egg blue box wrapped with a crisp white bow.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What’s this?” Reagan inquired excitedly after immediately recognizing the trademark packaging.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I wanted to get you something special.” He said, smiling mischievously as he leaned down to retrieve the box and place it in her eager hands. “Something to remind you of what you mean to me, and how important this night is.”</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reagan eyed him suspiciously, but her fingers trembled as she pulled at the bow and opened the box. A tiny gasp of surprise emerged from her throat, and the familiar sting in her eyes returned as tears of joy pooled, threatening to spill down her cheeks. Blinking them back, she looked up at Ian then back down at the delicate silver bracelet that was stretched the length of the box. It was a dual silver chain, knotted sweetly around a silver infinity symbol.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“It’s beautiful.” She exclaimed, her voice the hushed whisper of a woman impressed.</span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6">“I want you to know that this is real for me.” He began as he removed the token from the box and began to clasp it around her right wrist. “This isn’t just another first date. This is the beginning of forever for you and me. And if you decide that’s not what you want down the road, that’s fine. But Reagan, my intentions aren’t just to find another short-term girlfriend. I want </span><span class="s12" style="font-style: italic;">you</span><span class="s6">, all of you, for as long as you’re willing to give me.”</span></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><i>The Boyfriend List #1 on sale now! </i></b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://17582B71-3E92-4903-B70A-A0E2DA1F78DD/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s10" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20639389-the-boyfriend-list">Goodreads</a></font></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s10" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Book #1 in the Boyfriend series. </b></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;">The Boyfriend List follows twenty-year-old Reagan in her quest for the perfect relationship after a somewhat tragic spring break breakup leaves her disillusioned about love... again.</div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><span class="s6">Reagan had always prided herself on making levelheaded, practical, analytical decisions about everything. </span><span class="s6">Everything, that</span><span class="s6"> is, except where guys are concerned. Which was proven to her, once again, when her “boyfriend” opts to take another girl on their oh-so-romantic trip to his lake house. In order to prevent future heartbreak, she creates a checklist of all the qualities she wants in a man, and vows not to give her heart away again until she can determine if they fit every last criteria. </span></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;">After scouring campus with her two best friends in her tricky journey, her detective work returns a pile of unworthy rejects, and it seems as though her choices are narrowed down to only two options: the hot stranger who’s inspired her new project, and her best guy friend Ian, who she’s always kept at bay due to his perceived playboy reputation. </div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;">Reagan gets more than she bargained for with her new set of rules, however, and is surprised to find that love, and the perfect boyfriend, may have been within reach the entire time. But will Ian’s reputation ruin his chances to prove his worth? And can Reagan let go of her insecurities long enough to even give him a chance? </div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;">The Boyfriend List is a light, New Adult romance about friendship, trust, and learning to let go in order to embrace what real love can offer.</div></span></span><p></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Purchase Links</b></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/B00I8N3NO6/ref=as_li_tl?ie=UTF8&camp=1789&creative=390957&creativeASIN=B00I8N3NO6&linkCode=as2&tag=everymarie-20"><span class="s10">Amazon US</span></a><span class="s6"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-boyfriend-list-renee-novelle/1118356382?ean=9781495346866&itm=1&usri=9781495346866&cm_mmc=AFFILIATES-_-Linkshare-_-GwEz7vxblVU-_-10:1&r=1,%201"><span class="s10">B&N</span></a><span class="s6"> | </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-boyfriend-list-3"><span class="s10">Kobo</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">About Renee </span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="x-apple-ql-id://37F5BEF5-70BF-4FD2-8B88-668A0E2F44CD/x-apple-ql-magic/EF276CCB-33BC-4A15-86D8-E44256C34A5E.jpg" class="s16" style="width: 190px; height: 253px;"></span></p><p class="s8" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s8" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Renee' Novelle is preceded by a long line of published family members, including Pulitzer Prize nominated author and Poet Laureate of Kentucky Jesse Stuart.</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;">As a child, Novelle was already gaining recognition for several of her works, and in her formative years, she continued this trend by earning local awards for her short stories and poems. </div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><span class="s6">Inspired to cultivate her talent, Novelle pursued freelance journalism and has found placement of more than 80 of her pieces in both online and print publications since 2008. Additionally, she has written multiple screenplays, and contributed her savvy, effective writing style </span><span class="s6">to</span><span class="s6"> many non-profit and for profit organizations. She also launched several blogs over the years, which garnered international attention. </span></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;">In 2013, Novelle returned to her first love - fiction. Writing under the names Renee Novelle and R.S. Novelle, she has a publication schedule that includes psychological thrillers, suspense, paranormal fiction, contemporary women's fiction, chick lit, and new adult.</div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s6"><div style="text-align: start;"><span class="s6">Though she received her </span><span class="s6">Bachelor's</span><span class="s6"> of Science in Communication, Summa Cum Laude, she considers herself a constant student of the written word. She's an avid reader, an enthusiastic quote poster, and rarely takes "no" as a final answer. She has an unhealthy obsession for theater, dance, music and art, and strongly believes that wine is simultaneously the beginning of, and resolution to, all of life's problems. 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Release: July 29, 2014</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s3">Genre: Adult, </span><span class="s3">Contemporary Romance</span></b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b> </b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Goodreads Link:</b></span><span class="s3"></span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22144628-the-bondage-club?ac=1"><span class="s4">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22144628-the-bondage-club?ac=1</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Blurb:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A man looking for a new beginning</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hunter Donovan is a writer who dreamed of penning the great American novel but settled for a job running the family business, Donovan Books. Trapped publishing other people’s stories, Hunter buries his frustrations in vodka and an endless parade of one-night stands. </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A woman with a secret</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Cary Anderson is the perky, petite, and staunchly determined editor who is well versed in erotica fiction. But Cary has a kinky side that she is struggling to keep hidden from the world.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fed up with dwindling sales, Hunter hopes to breathe new life into his publishing house by breaking into the risqué world of erotica. He hires Cary to rescue his company and she is keen to show her new boss everything she knows. But what starts out as a lesson in sexual fiction turns into an unexpected roller coaster ride of disastrous romantic encounters. And just when Cary helps stir Hunter’s creative voice, he uncovers the truth about her wicked ways. </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Some ties that bind can cut right to the heart in…The Bondage Club. </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://AA2AF6A3-8F5C-4467-A793-BED0A92A8B2A/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;">The veil of evening was reaching across his office window when Hunter’s cell phone on the side of his desk rang. Checking the caller ID, he frowned when he saw that the number was blocked.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “This is Hunter Donovan,” he barked into the phone.<br> “Do you always answer the phone in such a cheerful manner?” a seductive female voice reprimanded.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “That depends on who this is.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Cary told me of your little meeting today, and your interest in my next book. You don’t waste any time do you?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, well, Ms. Slut. Nice to hear your voice again. I hope your time at the Book Expo was worthwhile.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “You were the highlight of my trip, Mr. Donovan.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter smiled as he sat back in his creaky desk chair. “I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Have you ever met a woman who didn’t like you?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> The question made Hunter chuckle. “Which answer will get me your next book, Ms. Slut?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"> A high-pitched tinkling laugh came through the speaker of his iPhone, making Hunter’s stomach flutter ever so lightly. “I like a man who doesn’t waste time with sweet talk. Check your email. I just sent you the manuscript. It’s called </span><span class="s8" style="font-style: italic;">The Bondage Club</span><span class="s3">, and if you’re interested, e-mail me a contract, and I will look it over.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Can I ask what it’s about? I mean, with a title like that I can guess, but….” His voice faded as his curiosity rose. </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “There are many different kinds of bondage, Mr. Donovan, that don’t involve ropes, chains, or even handcuffs.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter gaped at his cell phone. “I don’t get it.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Love can be a form of bondage,” she explained. “We can get tied to someone just as easily as we can be tied up by someone. The book is about bondage in all of its forms.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Then I look forward to reading it.” He paused as he thought of an idea. “But why not come to my office? We can discuss the details of the contract over lunch,” he pursued with a hint of insistence in his voice.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I don’t think so. Lunch with you would be dangerous.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter coyly smiled. “For which one of us, Ms. Slut?” </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I’m not your type, Mr. Donovan.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter’s body rippled with the hint of a challenge. “You never know; if Donovan Books handles your novel, we may grow on each other.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I hope not. Getting involved with the man who publishes my book would complicate matters. I’m also a very demanding author. I might get on your nerves after a time.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I have a lot of demanding authors. You would fit right in.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Do you usually try and date your authors, or will I be the first?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> He fingered a corner of the manuscript open on the desk before him as his imagination began to wander. “You would be the first. I never date clients.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I heard a nasty little rumor to the contrary, about your brother and Monique Delome. They were engaged and then she up and married some Texas oil man. Lucky girl.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Lucky to be rid of my brother,” Hunter returned, pushing the manuscript in front of him to the side.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Oh, do I detect a note of sibling rivalry, Mr. Donovan?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> He leaned back in his chair and turned his eyes to his arched window. “Rivalry, nah. More like deep-seated hatred. And if I’m going to bare my soul to you, you should start calling me, Hunter.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Let me guess, Hunter.” Her voice was throaty and delicious, spurring on his desire. “He stole your Legos when you were six and you have never forgiven him.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter ran his hand over his face, feeling the conversation was getting a little too personal. “Never mind my brother. Let’s talk about you.” </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I make it a practice never to talk about myself. The less people know about me, the better.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I don’t agree, Ms. Sl….” Hunter crinkled his brow. “What else can I call you? Ms. Slut is too—”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Call me Smuttie, if you like.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Smuttie…don’t you have a real name?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Smuttie is all you need to know.” The sound of voices in the background broke in. “Let me know what you think of my manuscript, Hunter. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” Then the line went dead.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://67104E0F-0C4F-4F0C-97D5-A96108803FC4/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://B3EF8438-1E20-4D5F-84A7-E216077BD785/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Author Bio:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s9" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. 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background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Blurb:</span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I've destroyed everything in my life and now I'm left with nothing.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Alone and scared.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Broken and shattered.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I’ve found a way to deal with it.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Instead of all the pain being on the inside, I make the outside ache too. Anything to make it easier to breathe.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Until one beautiful morning when I look outside and see her.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She tries to help me…</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But I’m lost.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I'm not sure I can ever be found</span></p></div><div><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px;"><br></span></div><div><span class="s3" style="line-height: 14px; font-size: 12px;"><br></span></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://7CB89490-12B2-40C6-9DFA-9F78ACA44B77/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Excerpt:</span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">August was winding down. School had started and I was spending some time with Will and Jax before my night class.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8" style="font-style: italic;">Well, that had been the plan.</span><span class="s5"></span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Jax ended up leaving early to go hang out with his girlfriend, which left me alone with Will, something I avoided at all costs. I couldn’t fight my feelings if I were alone with him. He had offered to leave with Jax, but it wasn’t his fault that I couldn’t control my feelings, so instead, I sat by the pool while Will swam laps. I loved watching the way his muscles flexed under his skin. I could watch him move all day.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">I felt like I was baking in the sun, so I moved to the side of the pool, dangling my feet in the water. I didn’t want to disturb Will, so I bent over and cupped some water in my hand, then rubbed it over my skin to cool off. P</span><span class="s5">our</span><span class="s5">ing some water over my neck and back, I closed my eyes and enjoyed the cool water against my hot skin. When my eyes opened, Will was standing in the middle of the pool, staring at me. His eyes were heated as he watched the water drip down my skin. I bit my lip, not wanting to break his trance. I liked the way his eyes felt on me. I liked that I didn’t have to pretend that I didn’t want him.</span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Hot?” he asked. His voice was huskier, sexier.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Yeah, a little.” He swam over to the side of the pool and put his hands on my thighs. My breath caught in my throat.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His eyes never left mine as he rubbed his thumbs over my skin. “I could help you cool off.”</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Oh, yeah?” I asked breathlessly. I didn’t recognize my own voice.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His hands moved further up my thighs until they were on my hips. He moved me closer to him until he was standing between my parted thighs. “Yeah.”</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Our eyes never left each other. Chills raced over my skin even though the sun was intense, but when his hands moved behind me, I realized what he was trying to do.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“No, no, no!” I squealed, attempting to get out of his grip. He overpowered me and threw me in the pool. I resurfaced, spitting and wiping water from my eyes. Will smirked as I tried to swim away, but he caught me and pulled me closer, tucking a strand of hair over my shoulder. My entire body was pressed up against his. I could feel his breath skating over my skin … his heart pounding … his muscles moving…</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It took my breath away.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">He brushed more hair out of my face and ran a finger down my cheek. “Are you cooled off?” I nodded and leaned closer to him, wanting to curl up in his arms and never leave. “</span><span class="s5">Good.</span><span class="s5">”</span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His eyes studied my lips as they parted. I wondered if he would kiss me. I wanted him to. God, I wanted him to kiss me so badly it had become a physical ache. His arms tightened around me and I found it harder to breathe. I was dizzy with the closeness of Will and how incredible it felt to be in his arms. I had never felt this way before.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I didn’t want it to end.</span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">The sliding glass door opened, pulling Will and </span><span class="s5">me out of our trance. Jax and his girlfriend Lindsey stood on the deck. Lindsey was smirking, but Jax had his arms crossed over his chest and his eyebrow raised, a slight scowl on his lips. Will dropped his arms and moved away. I missed him immediately. I wanted to move closer to him and tell Jax to leave, but I couldn’t.</span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 0px; border-color: rgb(0, 0, 0) rgb(0, 0, 0) black;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I had to be strong.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://D5045D5C-ABA7-44B7-A7F1-3474EFB77D6F/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://FC30E2CC-B1D3-46A7-8DF6-136CDDBCA641/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Author Bio:</span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">From the time she was old enough to form words into sentences, Kristy Love has been writing stories. She attended La Roche College and graduated with a Bachelor's Degree in Professional Writing. When she's not writing, Kristy can be found with her nose stuck in a book or spending time with her family and friends.</span><span class="s10"><br><br></span><span class="s9">She lives with her husband and two girls in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Social Media:</span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">FB:</span><span class="s10"> </span><a href="http://www.facebook.com/kristyloveauthor%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s11">http://www.facebook.com/kristyloveauthor</span></a><span class="s10"><br></span><span class="s9">Twitter:</span><span class="s10"> </span><a href="http://twitter.com/KristyLoveWrite%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s11">http://twitter.com/KristyLoveWrite</span></a><span class="s10"><br></span><span class="s9">Instagram:</span><span class="s10"> </span><a href="http://instagram.com/kristyloveauthor%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s11">http://instagram.com/kristyloveauthor</span></a><span class="s10"><br></span><span class="s9">GoodReads:</span><span class="s10"> </span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/KristyLoveAuthor%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s11">http://www.goodreads.com/KristyLoveAuthor</span></a><span class="s10"><br></span><span class="s9">Blogger:</span><span class="s10"> </span><a href="http://kristyloveauthor.blogspot.com/%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s11">http://kristyloveauthor.blogspot.com/</span></a><span class="s10"> </span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s10"><br></span></span></p></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://EDED533F-FD54-4162-9A71-E89EAAE011A9/imagejpeg"></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-91380524496958223052014-08-05T15:19:00.001-04:002014-08-05T15:19:14.195-04:00Tour & Giveaway "Hero of a Highland Wolf"<img src="webkit-fake-url://6F9648A7-27D9-455A-B461-3EDD3EAF1B22/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Book Information</b></p><p style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">HERO OF A HIGHLAND WOLF</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author: Terry Spear</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release Date: August 5, 2014</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Publisher: Sourcebooks Casablanca</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Genre: Paranormal Romance</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Summary: </span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The MacQuarrie werewolf clan has overseen the Playfair family’s Ardmore Castle for three centuries. So when a Playfair granddaughter from abroad inherits the estate, clan chief Grant MacQuarrie has to train her to manage it—and he’s not happy about having her in his way. Until the prim old lady he’s expecting turns out to be a sexy young wolf…</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Colleen Playfair is excited and apprehensive about her new role at the castle, and she has big plans to change the way its run. But the stubborn Grant won’t make things easy, and she’s forced to turn to seduction to get her way…</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Grant always joked and played with his clansmen when they were through with their work for the day. Well, even while they worked. But being with Colleen here like this felt different. For a moment, he didn’t feel like he served as the manager of her estates while she was the owner and taskmaster. He felt like a man with a woman on a Sunday jaunt in the glen. Except she wasn’t just any woman. She was a she-wolf, her cute little arse jiggling ahead of him as he climbed the hill to join her.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When he reached the top, she was trying to catch her breath and swayed a little. He grabbed her arm, and he didn’t know what came over him. But suddenly he was looking down into her smiling face, as if she was smiling at him, and he wanted in the worst way to kiss her.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She didn’t pull away from him, either.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He shouldn’t kiss her, but damn, he wanted to.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Still breathing hard, her heart beating fast, she placed her hand on his chest. He expected her to push him away, but she didn’t. She just stood there looking up at him, waiting for him to do something. He breathed in her scent, all woman and…interested.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">They stood high on top of the hill overlooking the glen, the water rushing by, the sheep grazing on the green grass across the burn, and white clouds passing overhead against the blue sky.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He still had hold of her arm, but then he released her, cupped her face with both hands, and kissed her.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When his lips met hers, he knew he shouldn’t do this. He intended to make it sweet and unassuming, to quench some damnable need that he had to satisfy. He didn’t presume it would go anywhere, and he almost imagined it would be lame and unappealing—-after having built up the expectation that kissing that sweet mouth of hers would make his world spin and topple over. He hadn’t thought she’d crave the intimacy as much as he did. Yet when she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back, she exhibited an eagerness that turned his world on end.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She was more than willing.</span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><br></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Buy Links:</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Amazon - </span><a href="http://amzn.to/1hxh0mp" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">http://amzn.to/1hxh0mp</span></a><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Barnes and Noble - </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1il2cxw" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">http://bit.ly/1il2cxw</span></a><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></span></p><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;">iTunes - </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1n64Qsf" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline;">http://bit.ly/1n64Qsf</span></a><span style="vertical-align: baseline;"> </span></span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Bio</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">USA Today bestselling author Terry Spear has written over two dozen paranormal romance novels and medieval Highland historical romances. In 2008 HEART OF THE WOLF was named a Publishers Weekly Best Book of the Year. A retired officer of the U.S. Army Reserves, Terry also creates award-winning teddy bears that have found homes all over the world. She lives in Crawford, Texas.</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div></span><img src="webkit-fake-url://CB9F37E8-3A0A-4425-A75D-5C2E3B7FAD6E/imagejpeg"></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="font-weight: bold; vertical-align: baseline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Social Networking Links</span></p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span><p dir="ltr" style="margin-top: 0pt; margin-bottom: 0pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="vertical-align: baseline;">Website: </span><a href="http://www.terryspear.com/" target="_blank" style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="text-decoration: underline; 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Genre: Adult, Erotica, Romantic Comedy</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Publish Date: August 1, 2014</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b> </b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Goodreads:</b></span><span class="s3"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22672013-sizzle?ac=1"><span class="s4">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22672013-sizzle?ac=1</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Buy Links:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">.com: </span><span class="s6"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M7JJYIG%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s7">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M7JJYIG</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">UK: </span><span class="s6"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00M7JJYIG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0%20\t%20_blank"><span class="s7">http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00M7JJYIG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">CA: </span><span class="s6"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00M7JJYIG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0%20\t%20_blank"><span class="s7">http://www.amazon.ca/gp/product/B00M7JJYIG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">DE: </span><span class="s6"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.de/gp/product/B00M7JJYIG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0%20\t%20_blank"><span class="s7">http://www.amazon.de/gp/product/B00M7JJYIG?*Version*=1&*entries*=0</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5">AU: </span><span class="s6"> </span><a href="https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00M7JJYIG%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s7">https://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B00M7JJYIG</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Blurb:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Molly Ramsey lives a nice, normal life. Her cat, her dog, and her two best friends are more than enough for her, thank you very much. Working for her brother’s best friend helps pay the bills, even though she often wants to strangle the sizzling-hot egomaniac with his own outrageously expensive tie! </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">William “Devil” Delancy built his vast empire through sheer determination and corporate takeover. The millionaire always gets what he wants.from women to companies and all points in between. And when he is done with them, he discards them without another thought. So when his sainted, dying grandmother voices her concern about his lack of a wife, he does what he knows best: he takes what he wants! And it just so happens that the woman nearest and dearest to him is his own assistant – the beautiful Molly. </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What happens when the Devil asks you to pay your dues? Molly Ramsey is just about to find out! Join this racy, rollicking romantic comedy and see just how far the Devil can push the unsinkable Molly before she sets both their worlds on fire? Romantica, erotica, humor, comedy and much more in this 110,000+ word standalone.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://201254D7-CC92-40B1-ACEA-4E0EEA417D45/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Excerpts:</b></span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sizzle by Sarah O’Rourke</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Safe Excerpt; all rights reserved</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fifteen minutes later, the whole sordid mess had been spilled between them and both her friends stared at Molly with a mixture of horror, amusement and curiosity. “Well, say something!” Molly yelled when neither of them said a word. “You’re supposed to be my sounding board, ladies!”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You’re engaged,” Sami managed to choke.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“To the Devil,” Viv sputtered.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">“It could be worse, right?” Molly questioned, looking from one woman to the other and back again. “I mean, he’s not </span><span class="s9" style="font-style: italic;">so</span><span class="s3"> awful, is he?”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">“He’s the </span><span class="s9" style="font-style: italic;">Devil</span><span class="s3">,” Vivian breathed, her brown eyes huge on her pixie face.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“That’s not helpful, Viv,” Molly huffed, holding her bottle tucked tightly between her breasts as she sat cross-legged on the middle of her couch. “His nickname is Devil. He’s not really Satan incarnate.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I’m gonna need a hit off that vodka bottle before we go any further,” Sami warned, holding out her hand and wriggling her fingers.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You’ll have to wrest it from my cold dead hands,” Molly replied, tightening her grip on the mostly gone liquor as she shook her head, red hair flying wildly.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You hold her down and I’ll pry it out of her hand,” Vivian said under her breath, only half joking as she eyed Molly.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Snorting, Sami ran a hand through her naturally wavy locks. “Well, let’s look on the bright side. At least he’s got the whole eye candy thing going on for him. You may have to look into the face of evil every morning across the breakfast table, but the view will be pretty.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What am I going to do?” Molly groaned, leaning her head back against the cushion as the throbbing in her head increased.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Shaking off her shock, Viv straightened in her chair. “Well, first off, don’t panic. Devil can’t actually </span><span class="s9" style="font-style: italic;">make</span><span class="s3"> you marry him.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“No, but he can coerce the hell out of her,” Sami argued, frowning at Vivian. “I mean, you heard her, Viv. He’s holding his dying grandmother over her head, for crying out loud.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://9B8AF665-25A4-4F6E-9595-BA95D4E3A2CC/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><br></span><span class="s8" style="font-weight: bold;">Sizzle by Sarah O’Rourke</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8" style="font-weight: bold;">Sexy excerpt; all rights reserved</span><a name="_GoBack"></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Devil!” Molly squealed, gripping his neck as he hauled her into his arms and turned toward the stairs. “What are you doing?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“If you think that I’m going to make love to you for the first time on the living room sofa, you have drastically underestimated me,” he replied, taking the steps two at a time.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Molly gripped his shoulders as he carried her like she weighed nothing more than a bag of flour. Swallowing hard as her heartbeat sped up, she suddenly realized that this was really happening between them. Dozens of doubts flooded her mind, but every single one of them fled as he walked into his spacious bedroom and placed her in the center of his huge bed.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Licking her lips as she watched him kick off his shoes and push his slacks down over his lean hips, she caught her breath. His body was ripped perfection. Toned well muscled arms, hard lickable six pack, firm thighs… and the longest, thickest cock she’d ever seen in her life. Letting her eyes drift over him again, she blinked as she noticed a small tattoo just above his hip. “You’ve got a tat?” she asked, sitting up on the bed so that she could caress the small Celtic cross that he had on his skin. “Straight laced, serious Devil Delancy did something daring?” she teased, peeking up at him through her lowered lashes.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Chuckling, he brushed his fingers against her jaw as her fingertips traced the cross on his hip. “One very drunken night in college a very long time ago.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“It’s pretty,” she praised, leaning into his hand as she noticed his bobbing cock close to her lips.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Following her gaze, his lips curved wickedly. “I really hope you’re talking about the tat and not my dick, sweetheart.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Hmmmm,” she hummed, pressing a finger to her lips as she considered both.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You are truly hell on a man’s confidence, Molly Ramsey,” he growled, gazing down at her as she smiled up at him.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">“As far as I know, confidence has never been an attribute you lacked,” Molly replied with a giggle, lifting one hand to caress him again. “But if you </span><span class="s9" style="font-style: italic;">really</span><span class="s3"> need to have your ego stroked, I’ll do my best to comply,” she promised softly. His low groan of approval emboldened her and she slowly brought him to her mouth, brushing her lips lightly against the flushed head of his cock. Inhaling deeply, she gazed at his sizeable arousal and shivered as she thought about him filling her. Darting her tongue out to sweep against his tip, she heard his harsh indrawn breath.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://6D920BBB-6E0C-4BFC-8999-0468953C8643/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Author Bio:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s10">Sarah O’Rourke is actually two besties who live three states apart and write at all hours of the day and night! </span><span class="s5"> </span><span class="s10">Born and raised in the Southern United States, they are overly attached to their one-click accounts, can’t make it through the day without copious doses of caffeine, and spend way too much time on the phone with each other. </span><span class="s5"> </span><span class="s10">Between them, they have four children and eighteen years of marriage...one to a super soldier and the other to egomaniac engineer. </span><span class="s5"> </span><span class="s10">They hate empty chocolate wrappers and writer’s block, love to talk to readers...and by the way, they write about strong, kick-ass women and hot alpha heroes!</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Social Media:</b></span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Facebook: </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/sarah.orourke.507"><span class="s11">https://www.facebook.com/sarah.orourke.507</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Twitter: </span><a href="https://twitter.com/SarahORourke99"><span class="s11">https://twitter.com/SarahORourke99</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Goodreads:</span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8366889.Sarah_O_Rourke"><span class="s11">https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/8366889.Sarah_O_Rourke</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Website: </span><span class="s11"><a href="http://www.sarahorourke.info/">http://www.sarahorourke.info/</a></span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://1C914954-7F73-458E-8B5F-751F692E0DF0/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s10">Direct link: </span><span class="s13"> </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1tKfE43%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s14">http://bit.ly/1tKfE43</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-51107069318153727412014-08-04T16:49:00.001-04:002014-08-04T16:49:28.707-04:00Release day & Giveaway "Wicked Innocence"<p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img class="" src="https://fbcdn-sphotos-g-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-xap1/v/t1.0-9/10422375_10152369209119213_6244030424856161171_n.jpg?oh=8a3481f16a8b956ac01703c75cb662f0&oe=544D2B18&__gda__=1414331469_b7f8c507252a63fe831d74cbf1678573" alt="" width="608" height="173" style="display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"></span></p><p><strong style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Wicked Innocence</strong></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">by <strong><i><a href="http://indiesage.com/reviews/authors/missy-johnson/">Missy Johnson</a></i></strong><br><strong>Publication Date:</strong> August 4, 2014 <br><strong>Genres:</strong> <a href="http://indiesage.com/reviews/genres/contemporary/">Contemporary</a>, <a href="http://indiesage.com/reviews/genres/new-adult/">New Adult</a>, <a href="http://indiesage.com/reviews/genres/romance/">Romance</a> </span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong>Purchase: </strong><a href="http://amzn.to/1shSH4g">Amazon</a><br></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img class="" src="http://indiesage.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/05/wickedEbook1-e1401836144873.jpg" alt="Tour: Wicked Innocence by Missy Johnson" style="text-align: start; display: block; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"></span></p><p style="text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: start; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Add to <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22098498-wicked-innocence">Goodreads</a>.</div><p></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong>Synopsis: </strong>Don’t let my petite and innocent appearance fool you, because I’m one person you don’t want to cross. I’m Micah, the youngest member of Resurrection…If only they knew how young. My fake ID says I’m twenty-one.</span></p><p class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I will be…in four years.</span></p><p class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What can I say? I blossomed early. Home sucked, so I left, determined to do something with my life.</span></p><p class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Landing the gig as lead vocalist in the band was a dream come true. I’ve worked hard to make something of myself and nothing is going to ruin that for me.</span></p><p class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Then He showed up.</span></p><p class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He’s hot as hell and so into me. But he’s also twenty-five.</span></p><p class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I don’t want to lie to him, but if the truth comes out I’ll lose everything, including him.</span></p><h2 style="text-align: start;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">About Missy Johnson</span></h2><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Missy lives in a small town in Central Victoria with her husband, and her confused pets (a dog who think she’s a cat, a cat who thinks he’s a dog…you get the picture).</span></p><p><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When she’s not writing, she can usually be found looking for something to read.</span></p><p class="" style="text-align: start;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://indiesage.com/tour-and-cover-reveal-wicked-innocence-by-missy-johnson/www.missycjohnson.com" target="_blank">Website</a> • <a href="http://www.twitter.com/https://twitter.com/missycjohnson" target="_blank">Twitter</a> • <a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Missy-Johnson/618217221528253" target="_blank">Facebook</a> • <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6984258.Missy_Johnson" target="_blank">Goodreads</a></span></font></p><p class="" style="text-align: start;"><font color="#000000"><br></font></p><p class="" style="text-align: start;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://CDB14460-B694-4F3F-811C-F905C2F60D96/imagepng"></p><p style="text-align: start;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a id="rc-5440a35498" class="" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/5440a35498/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><br></span></font></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><p class="" style="text-align: start;"><a href="http://indiesage.com/" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><img class="" src="http://indiesage.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/04/Picture7-e1398496213269.png" alt="IndieSage PR" width="492" height="194"></font></a></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Wicked</span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Innocence</span></p><p class="s7" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">©Missy Johnson, 2014</span></p><p class="s7" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;">Coming August 4, 2014</span><a name="_GoBack"></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">He reached into his pocket and pulled out his </span><span class="s8">ipod</span><span class="s8">. “Put on some music if you like.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I took it, letting my fingers glide over his. His eyes darted toward me briefly and my heart jumped. I quickly looked down, busying myself with his music collection. I ran through artists until I came across Severed. Smiling, I clicked play.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You have your own music in here,” I said with a giggle.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He shrugged. “If I don’t appreciate it, then why should I expect anyone else to?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I guess. I just think it’s cute. Like an actor going to see themselves at the cinema.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">“You don’t think </span><span class="s8">Nic</span><span class="s8"> Cage or Brad Pitt go to the movies?” he asked in mock horror.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I don’t know. I met Brad Pitt once in Starbucks.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He chuckled. “I can just imagine how that went down.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, narrowing my eyes.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Well, you were kind of freaked out when you realized who I was. Meeting someone actually famous? You’d lose the plot,” he laughed.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">“Well, in my defense, I didn’t have posters of Brad Pitt all over my walls—” I shut my mouth, but it </span><span class="s8">was</span><span class="s8"> too late. No, no, no…</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You had posters of me on your walls?” he repeated, amused. “Micah, that is adorable.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Shut up,” I mumbled, coving my face with my hands. He chuckled loudly next to me, clearly not ready to let this go. “No! No laughing. Just shut up and drive.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://4A716404-4366-41CD-80D0-4F0D03D90314/imagepng"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://3B7B1DE7-D923-44F6-AB58-0006A7155B28/imagepng"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://A33C3BC3-A398-450A-AEBA-49A95F6F42D9/imagepng"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://873A308E-1D1D-4621-8B79-CBEC8A4E85C4/imagepng"></span></p>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-17796123478140560032014-08-04T16:02:00.001-04:002014-08-04T16:02:22.548-04:00Tour & giveaway "Good Karma"<div><img src="webkit-fake-url://FFE71BB8-8429-4CFB-9F99-9715C5FF5772/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://1BCFB91D-9804-419D-A696-E2EB4DD65702/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Title: Good Karma</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s3">Series: </span><span class="s3">Strong Karma #1</span></b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Author: Donya Lynne</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s3">Genre: </span><span class="s3">Adult, Contemporary Romance</span></b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s3">Release Date: </span><span class="s3">August 1, 2014</span></b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b> </b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Goodreads:</b></span><span class="s3"> </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22744284-good-karma?ac=1"><span class="s4">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22744284-good-karma?ac=1</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Buy Links:</b></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Amazon: </span><a href="http://goo.gl/S8VDPN"><span class="s4">http://goo.gl/S8VDPN</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Smashwords: </span><a href="http://goo.gl/AyftTR"><span class="s4">http://goo.gl/AyftTR</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div><div><div class="gmail_default"><font><b style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">BLURB: </b></font></div><div class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Bashful Karma Mason has been too concerned with college—and now work—to embrace her sexuality. Bullied as a child, she hides behind an unremarkable wardrobe and relegates herself to the shadows. But when her best friend convinces her to attend a charity benefit in Chicago wearing a stunning red dress that catches the eye of every man in the room, she discovers a surprising side to her personality. One that adores the spotlight but has no idea how to handle the attention. <br></span></div><div class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br>Mark Strong, a wealthy Chicago businessman, is brimming with confidence. He’s in total control. Nothing—and no one—escapes his notice. However, Mark carries a heavy, painful burden. After finding his fiancée with another man six years ago, he’s erected a fortress around his heart, unwilling to let himself fall in love again. But when enchanting Karma snares his gaze from across the room, he has no idea she will shatter his carefully ordered life. <br><br>What starts out as a casual flirtation takes a series of surprising turns as Mark and Karma embark on a sensual journey destined by fate. Mark is driven to know Karma, understand her…educate her, and Karma is his willing student, eager to experience the pleasure he promises. But when the student becomes the teacher, Mark has to make a choice between taking another chance on love or a future alone.</span></div></div><div class="gmail_default"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div class="gmail_default"><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Teasers</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://3F950E73-296B-435B-9E28-FDC1DDFC61FE/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://4217D104-8FAC-48FC-9091-B1D0262472CC/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Model: Marco Dapper</span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/OfficialMarcoDapper?ref=br_tf"><span class="s4">https://www.facebook.com/OfficialMarcoDapper?ref=br_tf</span></a><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Excerpts:</span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt #1</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Talking to you over the past couple of weeks, I’ve learned quite a bit about you.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She nodded, remembering their encounter in the parking garage and everything else they had discussed. “Yes.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“We don’t need to go into all of that, but my concern is that…well…it’s been a while since you’ve been with a man. I, uh…” He glanced down and pursed his lips as if choosing his words carefully. “I don’t want to hurt you.” He met her gaze again. “Do you understand?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It took her a few seconds to catch his drift, but then she drew in her breath. “Ooohh…uumm…” And there went her blush response again.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He cleared his throat and glanced back inside the box, his face red. This was only the second time she had seen him blush, and goose bumps prickled her skin at the reminder that Mark was only human and could be affected by what was happening between them as much as she could. And she certainly received the message he was sending without him having to spell it out. Some men took pride and bragged about the size of their manly parts, but Mark seemed more self-conscious—or maybe self-aware was a better term—as if he knew that size could be a detriment. Too big and, as he’d warned her, it could hurt.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She didn’t want it to hurt with Mark.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Should I be scared?” She had felt him with the sole of her foot and the palm of her hand, but only through his clothes. She had never actually seen how big he was, so she didn’t exactly know his full length and girth.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">He grinned. “No, but we should be careful. And you should prepare.” He lifted a brown leather case from t</span><span class="s3">he C</span><span class="s6">ā</span><span class="s3">rv</span><span class="s6">ā</span><span class="s3">ka box and set it on the table. It looked like an oversized jewelry box, like the kind that holds expensive necklaces. “Have you ever heard of dildo training?”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“No.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">He smoothed his palm over the top of the case. “Well, it’s when a woman uses progr</span><span class="s3">essively larger dildos to prepare for intercourse. That way, when she finally has sex, it doesn’t hurt. Do you understand?”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Uh-huh.” With that explanation, she had a pretty good idea what was inside the case.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He reverently opened it as if he were unveiling a sacred artifact. Inside, nestled in a black, satin-lined pillow, were four glass dildos in graduating sizes. The first was simple and slender, with a small tapered protrusion on one end, a slight bulge about two-thirds down, and with a round handle on the other end. The next was a thicker version of the first, with two bulges and a heart-shaped handle. The third, which was rose colored, was thicker still, with a large egg-shaped tip, a shaft with rounded nodules along the exterior, and two large knobs at the end to use as a handle. The fourth, a deeper shade of rose than the third, was shaped like a penis, slightly curved, with a bulbous head, a thick shaft, and ridges swirled candy cane style at the other end.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“That’s about how big I am,” he said, pointing to the fourth. He smiled sheepishly.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She could see his concern. Brian the wonder stud had been nowhere near that big, and it had still hurt like hell.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He closed the box and placed his hand over hers. “You’ll start with the smallest and work your way up. I’ll help you.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Exactly what kind of help would he be?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The question must have shown in her expression, because he smiled and held out his hand. She took it and stood.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His arm immediately encircled her waist and pulled her close as his lips brushed over hers.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Heat instantly bloomed between her legs.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He caressed her hips with both hands as he kissed his way down to her neck.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She didn’t know what point he was trying to make, but he could make it all night if he wanted to. He was damn near melting her.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After several more seconds of his persuasive lips on her skin, his tongue peeked out and licked a fiery trail up to her ear. “Are you wet?” he whispered.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She could feel the slippery sensation in her panties. “Y-Yes.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">“</span><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic;">That’s</span><span class="s3"> how I plan on helping you.” He pressed his lips against the tender place just under her ear. “When you’re aroused, it’s easier to slide the dildos inside you. The same way it makes it easier for a man to slide inside you.” He paused, and his cheek rose as if he were grinning. “I plan on making you very wet.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://1210D259-82E9-4D71-BF97-D6AF68C368DC/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://BAFC00A3-681F-422F-8E44-66610F4DF9B7/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="text-decoration: underline; font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt #2</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He frowned and tilted his head curiously to the side. “Haven’t you ever had a vaginal orgasm? Haven’t you ever given yourself one?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Vaginal orgasm? Was this a third type of orgasm? She had to be the most pathetic, inexperienced, naïve woman on the planet.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He sat down and scooted closer. “A vaginal orgasm is another name for a G-spot orgasm,” he said. “See, there are two types of female orgasm.” He spoke matter-of-factly, as a teacher would to his students. “Clitoral and vaginal, or as some call it, a G-spot orgasm.” He lifted his hands as if they were scales and he was presenting each to her. “Obviously, both feel good, but a vaginal, or G-spot, orgasm is much more intense. Deeper.” He lifted one of his hands higher than the other as if to show that one held the vaginal orgasm. Then he dropped both hands into his lap as he sat forward. “Let me put it this way: A vaginal orgasm is to a clitoral orgasm the way a fresh-from-the-oven, chocolate chunk brownie drizzled in warm caramel and vanilla bean cream is to a piece of Dove milk chocolate. Both are good, but one makes you moan while the other just makes you smile.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Chocolate chunk brownie versus a square of Dove milk chocolate? There was an analogy she understood. Yes, she would definitely enjoy the brownie the way he described it much more than the milk chocolate, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t devour a whole bowl of Dove squares if given the chance.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Have you ever had a chocolate chunk brownie drizzled in warm caramel and vanilla bean sauce, Karma?” Mark took her hand.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She thought about it for a moment, still flushed and feeling deer-in-the-headlights. “I don’t know.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You don’t know?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She hadn’t even known what a G-spot was. How would she know if the thing had given her a chocolate chunk brownie?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“How would I be able to tell?” She self-consciously dropped her gaze.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When she glanced back up, his wicked grin stirred the warmth between her legs back to life. “Trust me. You’d know if you had.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His thumb caressed the backs of her knuckles.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She took a deep breath. “Obviously, my love life has been pretty pathetic. I think you know that because of what I’ve told you.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tender strokes of his fingers lent silent encouragement. “I wouldn’t say pathetic. You’ve just had poor lovers. They didn’t know how to make love to you. I’m going to change that.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">“You’ve got your work cut o</span><a name="_GoBack"></a><span class="s3">ut for you.” She felt so small.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Do I look intimidated?” His gaze locked to hers like a promise.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://AFA52D11-4DDA-4EC9-8A3D-0B78F5BBF7F6/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b>Author Bio:</b></span><span class="s3"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://40F7D9CE-15B1-4397-B3BC-BA6294CBB5B9/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">Donya Lynne is the author of the award winning All the King's Men Series. Making her home in a wooded suburb north of Indianapolis with her husband, Donya has lived in Indiana most of her life and knew at a young age that she was destined to be a writer. She started writing poetry in grade school and won her first short story contest in fourth grade. In junior high, she began writing romantic stories for her friends, and by her sophomore year, they had dubbed her</span><span class="s9"> </span><span class="s10" style="font-style: italic;">Most Likely to Become a Romance Novelist</span><span class="s8">. In 2012, she made that dream come true by publishing her first two novels and two novellas. 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-webkit-text-size-adjust: 100%; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: UICTFontTextStyleBody; font-size: 17px; border: 1px solid rgb(153, 153, 153); background-color: rgb(235, 235, 235);"><tbody><tr><td class="mcnImageCardBottomImageContent" align="center" valign="top" style="padding: 18px 18px 0px;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img alt="" src="https://gallery.mailchimp.com/7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d/images/f2ac0dd0-bbea-45c7-be6b-0779d0a60916.jpg" width="250" class="mcnImage" style="border: 0px; outline: none; vertical-align: bottom; max-width: 250px;"></span></font></td></tr><tr><td class="mcnTextContent" valign="top" width="528" style="padding: 9px 18px;"><font face="Helvetica Neue Light, HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong>Summary</strong><br><br>Life isn't great for Guinevere. After all she's lost and all she's suffered, can she be the Mum that Dillan deserves, can she ever find normal again? Does she even want normal anymore, that's if it exists?<br> <br>A story full of love, heartbreak, angst and two broken people who need to be whole again.<br> <br>Stuck between what feels wrong but should be right and what is definitely wrong but feels so right, Gwen has to deal with her new life and being a single mother to her baby, Dillan. Whilst trying to move on and fill the gaping hole that Caleb left behind, she struggles with the knowledge of what happened to Nathan.<br>She doesn't know how to deal with it, knowing it could be her that saves him, but not wanting to betray Caleb, who still holds the largest piece of her heart.<br>Her mind is a mess and, just as life starts looking better, dark secrets and a past she shouldn't be a part of threaten to rip her bliss into shreds.<br> <br>Who will she choose? And, more importantly, can they survive what is thrown their way?<br> <br>This is the final part to the Broken Series.<br> <br>Mature readers only (17 +)<br></span></font></td></tr></tbody></table></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong><br></strong></span></div>Connected Quotes: </strong><br> <br>
"I'm sure you know what I mean. Are we friends or... do you want more?"<br>I hear his sharp intake of air. "Gwen... I..." His feet almost silently pad towards me, stopping when I feel his heat against my back. Hands slide up my biceps, causing me to shiver as my skin breaks out in goose bumps. "Do you?"<br> <br> <br>“I just needed to forget for a while, which is funny because you're the cause of all of this angst. You're the reason for my guilt, yet you're the one person that makes me forget the world. How insane is that?"
<br> <br><strong>Buy Links:</strong><br> <br>Amazon- US ~ <a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage1.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=47f390154f&e=779402be56" style="word-wrap: break-word;">http://amzn.to/1jZMj1n</a><br>Amazon – UK ~ <a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=6e8c003909&e=779402be56" style="word-wrap: break-word;">http://amzn.to/1tggFN4</a><br>B&N ~ <a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=23e8eb30da&e=779402be56" style="word-wrap: break-word;">http://bit.ly/1mZVY7m</a><br>Smashwords ~ <a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=1567550492&e=779402be56" style="word-wrap: break-word;">http://bit.ly/1qQO5R0</a><br> <br> </span><h1 style="margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">About the author….</span></h1><div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="width: 137px; height: auto !important;"><img align="none" height="161" src="http://gallery.mailchimp.com/7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d/images/9a984e1b-481d-471c-83f1-6cc3b3a8431b.png" width="137" style="border: 0px; outline: none; width: 137px; margin: 0px; height: auto !important;"></span>I am 23 and I’ve been writing since I could hold a pen in my hand! I love to write, it’s my passion, and I never stop. In fact I love to write so much I have started over one hundred and fifty different books before finally completing my first ever novel 'A Little Bit of Crazy' which I published in May 2013 on Amazon for Kindle. I was grateful when I received feedback as it helps me be a better writer.<br><br>When I'm not writing, I love spending time with my family and when I get some spare time (not easy with young children!) it’s either reading or listening to music. You won’t find me without a book or my Kindle in my hand. I read whilst I’m cooking, cleaning, talking, walking… you could say reading is my other passion!<br><br><a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=9147e9e16d&e=779402be56" target="_blank" title="" style="word-wrap: break-word;">Goodreads</a> |<a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage1.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=4fa5204050&e=779402be56" target="_blank" title="" style="word-wrap: break-word;"> Facebook </a>| <a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=d1a03711f9&e=779402be56" title="" style="word-wrap: break-word;">Twitter</a> | <a href="http://bookgossip.us8.list-manage.com/track/click?u=7cbbcb1c34f542a2ada4e629d&id=975a83ea25&e=779402be56" target="_blank" title="" style="word-wrap: break-word;">Website</a></span></div><div><br></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><strong>Giveaway:</strong><br> <br><a id="rc-2fd141117" class="rafl" href="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/2fd141117/" rel="nofollow">a Rafflecopter giveaway</a><br><script src="//widget.rafflecopter.com/load.js"></script><br><br><strong>Q&A with A.E. Murphy</strong><br> <br> <br><strong>Q: Do you have any strange writing habits (like standing on your head or writing in the shower)? </strong><br> <br>A: I once wrote across my partner’s chest. I was taking notes when he snatched my notebook and threw it across the room, all I had was a pen. It was either his chest or his face. I needed to get down what was in my head before I forgot. Other than that I’m pretty normal.<br> <br><strong>Q: What song would be the theme to your life? </strong><br> <br>A: Oooh, I genuinely have no idea, but it would have to be really cool and dramatic so that when I walk into a room everybody sees me do it in slow motion. I’d remove my sun glasses and flip my hair over my shoulder before giving a chin dip to a passing stranger.<br> <br><strong>Q: If you were a superhero, what would your name be and what super power would you have? </strong><br> <br>A: My super power would be to absorb books. Definitely. Then whatever books I absorbed, I’d be able to bring the characters to life and I’d absorb the powers of my choice from said books too. That would be amazing. I’d call myself, Paige Turner and my superhero name would be, Liber Libri. This means book in Latin. Everything sounds better in Latin. I’m totally copyrighting this idea right now! (Inspiration comes from the weirdest places).<br> <br><strong>Q: If you were a book heroine, who would you be? </strong><br> <br>A: Paige Turner aka Liber Libri, I haven’t written this yet but when I do, I so want to be her.<br> <br> <br><strong>Q: Tell us about Nathan.</strong><br> <br>A: Nathan is a complex man who was raised by his grandfather. Due to a bad upbringing and negligent parents, he’s got a few quirks that set him apart from most men. I think he’s just desperate to love and be loved. Desperate to accept and be accepted. Desperate to find normal and be normal. I think this is pretty much what everybody wants, but with Nathan, because he’s not had any of that, it’s harder for him to find and harder for him to deal with when he does find it. Therefore no matter how frustrating he can get, just remember he’s dealing. Or trying to at least.</span>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-17208600200109979972014-08-04T15:42:00.001-04:002014-08-04T15:42:44.767-04:00Tour "Skin Deep"<img src="webkit-fake-url://C0A05DE9-B1FE-4D19-8EB1-3E6EDB21C722/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://1684DD17-3FE3-49D4-A1A3-0C1B575C6EDE/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Title: Skin Deep</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Series: Saving Liam #2</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Author: DP Denman</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Genre: Adult, M/M Romance</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s3">Release Date: </span><span class="s3">July 18, 2014</span></b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"><b><br></b></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4"><b>Goodreads:</b> </span><span class="s5"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22597209-skin-deep?ac=1">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22597209-skin-deep?ac=1</a></span></span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s7" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Buy Links:</b></span></p><table style="border-collapse: collapse; border-color: black; margin-left: 0px;"><tbody><tr style="vertical-align: top;"><td class="s8" style="word-wrap: break-word; height: 15px; vertical-align: middle; border-style: none;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 559px;"><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">ARe </span><span class="s9"> </span><a href="https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-skindeep-1573052-145.html%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s10">https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-skindeep-1573052-145.html</span></a></span></p></div></td></tr><tr style="vertical-align: top;"><td class="s8" style="word-wrap: break-word; height: 15px; vertical-align: middle; border-style: none;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 559px;"><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">Smashwords:</span><span class="s9"> </span><a href="http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/458340%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s10">http://www.smashwords.com/books/view/458340</span></a></span></p></div></td></tr><tr style="vertical-align: top;"><td class="s8" style="word-wrap: break-word; height: 15px; vertical-align: middle; border-style: none;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 559px;"><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">iBooks </span><span class="s9"> </span><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/skin-deep/id900227219?mt=11%20\t%20_blank"><span class="s10">https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/skin-deep/id900227219?mt=11</span></a></span></p></div></td></tr><tr style="vertical-align: top;"><td class="s8" style="word-wrap: break-word; height: 15px; vertical-align: middle; border-style: none;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 559px;"><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">Amazon: </span><span class="s9"> </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWI2SP4%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s10">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00LWI2SP4</span></a></span></p></div></td></tr><tr style="vertical-align: top;"><td class="s8" style="word-wrap: break-word; height: 15px; vertical-align: middle; border-style: none;"><div style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; max-width: 559px;"><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="font-size: 17px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9">Kobo </span><span class="s9"> </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/skin-deep-66%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s10">http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/skin-deep-66</span></a></span></p></div></td></tr></tbody></table><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s11" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s7"><b>Synopsis:</b></span><span class="s7"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sometimes the problem is the answer.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Liam Newman escaped his abusive past to start a new life with the man who saved him. Unfortunately, the old life refuses to stay buried. When a fan of his porn star persona appears, he’s forced to reinvent himself in a surprising new career. Will it give him the rebirth he craves or lead him deeper into the life he’s trying to leave behind?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s11" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s7" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Excerpt:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Someone was watching him. The sensation crawled across Liam’s shoulders like a spider, making him twitch. He didn’t bother turning around. Every time it happened, he always found the same eyes and glaring back hadn’t done any good so far. He hung his overcoat in his narrow locker in the employee lounge and pretended not to notice.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He didn’t know what to make of the restaurant’s newest server but Eric got on his nerves. The guy was average in build, height, and looks but there was something troubling in the way he stared. The expression that came close to a leer was altogether annoying. He'd seen that look before in other equally annoying men and tried not to think about it, pushing the irritation and the memory away. He had a job to do and he wasn’t going to let Eric get to him.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Liam checked his hair in the small mirror tacked to the inside of the locker door as the other employees trickled out of the room to start their shifts. He pushed the locker closed to join them and spun the combination lock determined to pretend Eric was nothing but a piece of furniture. He didn’t intend to stick around for a conversation.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Your name’s Liam, right?” Eric asked from the opposite side of the room as the last co-worker disappeared into the hall.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Apparently, he was too late. “Yes.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Should I call you that or do you prefer ‘Angel’?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The name slapped his heart into a gallop and he jerked his gaze to Eric. No one had called him Angel for over six months. He hadn’t missed it.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He swallowed, his voice an almost breathless quiver that didn’t sound convincing even to him.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Sure you do.” Eric smiled and opened his locker. “You’re that hot kid on the porn site. I’ve been a fan for a long time. It’s nice to finally meet you.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His palms were slick with sweat as he tried to pretend he really didn’t have any idea what Eric was talking about, stuffing them in the pockets of his pants to hide the trembling.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“That’s not me.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I have to admit, you look smaller on the screen but I guess they wanted it that way.” Eric ignored the denial.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What do you want?” He glared at him fed up with the conversation.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Nothing at the moment, though I wouldn’t mind hooking up later if you have the time.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I’m seeing someone.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“So?” Eric shrugged and hung up his coat. “I’m not talking about a date, just a hook up. Nobody has to know. Consider me a dress rehearsal for the next video. You’re still doing those, right? I’d hate to think you gave that up to work here.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I’m not interested.” He ignored the comment.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He wasn’t going to get into a discussion about his non-existent porn career with a guy who only liked him for his ass. He knew the type. They never listened.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What?” Eric glanced his direction. “You don’t do it for free?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I don’t know what you’re talking about and even if I did I’m not interested.” He said again with enough conviction to sound believable.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Eric raked him with a lustful stare that made him shiver.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Yes, you do. I’d know those pretty eyes anywhere…and that fuckable mouth. It’s you so why don’t you drop the act, Angel.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Don’t call me that.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Fine…Liam.” Eric pushed his locker closed and stepped closer to stuff a piece of paper between two of the buttons on Liam’s dress shirt before striding toward the door. “That’s my number. Call me.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He pulled the paper right back out, crumpled it in his fist, and dropped it in the trash, anger and terror whipping through him hard enough to make him shudder. He dragged in a couple of breaths trying to calm the fearful thundering of his heart.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">He wasn’t that person anymore. He’d left that nightmare behind in an empty apartment across town. It was supposed to be over and he wasn’t sure which was more terrifying: that Eric was going to keep propositioning him or that he’d tell the rest of the staff his secret. He didn’t think he could take working with people who’d seen what he’d done or what all those men had done to him.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">It took him three tries to get his locker back open, his hands trembling too much to be precise with the dial. He fumbled his cell phone out of the pocket of his coat and called Justin. He wasn’t going to tell him the whole sordid story over the phone, not when he had to be out on the restaurant floor in two minutes but he could at least hear his voice.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s12"></span> </span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b><span class="s13">Author pic</span><span class="s13">:</span></b></span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://26B136D5-FA9A-4592-803D-FC141F48172A/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s13" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Author Bio:</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">DP Denman writes character-driven gay romance about survivors. Her stories are real and intense but always resolve in the type of ending that makes readers want to start the book all over again. She is from the Pacific Northwest and bases all of her stories in Vancouver, British Columbia, a city that is dear to her heart.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In her spare time, she is a dedicated LGBTQ rights activist fighting for those who have been marginalized and abused. 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text-align: start; widows: auto; margin: 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; padding: 0px;"><span style="overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; margin: 0px; border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px); width: 533.33px; height: 194.67px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img alt="" src="https://lh6.googleusercontent.com/PGtrkMUspEw0WPDSh9yEt4Qj_wPSMHoYujmkjkxisKC5t4ZZbc0mk9bkcZl9VujuJJoI8109SV_yEGKl11A-95WA5QOH02ll0Q3TqJeV3Ia__40a2CXptfAKM8xL4OGkcw=s768" title="" style="width: 533.33px; height: 194.67px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px);"></span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; margin: 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; padding: 0px;"><span style="overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; margin: 0px; border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px); width: 530.67px; height: 800px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img alt="" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/UxMOzQ_9DRPdH2TiazparbWOwMcEHzjbX06M04JuX4t2iDuNxCbl9GVoGS8SjrBZXB34-UUrt7Fj6TKhU6nDNHWn11PRgm5SIkUTPn0aBdpxKhZdhYFTqIzp0UXTsOpGJA=s768" title="" style="width: 530.67px; height: 800px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px);"></span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">SYNOPSIS</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What if the enticing man who has just seized your every sense enlightens you to realms beyond our dimension? Can that spark of love withstand a war to protect mankind? Kairos: An Enmortals Series Novel by K. J. Coakley is the spellbinding novel that reveals that the deepest love need not be confined to the trappings of one world.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The first in a series of paranormal romances, Kairos swirls in mankind, magic, and mythology as it chronicles the first blush of yearning between Sulwen Macgregor, a shy and sheltered college senior, and Logan Thatcher, a mesmerizing former playboy with arresting good looks, an offbeat sense of humor, and an ironclad moral code. When the two meet, Sulwen has no inkling that she soon will embark on an odyssey that not only exposes Logan as other than mortal, but uncovers astonishing aspects of her own being as well.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As Logan saves Sulwen from fast-approaching peril, the two must discover if their love is truly without bounds and strong enough to fend off adversaries far more craven than they ever could fathom. 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-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> EXCERPT</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I stand up and take his hand. He leads us into a remote corner on the dance floor. The DJ has been switching it up between techno and remixed pop, but I don’t mind. It has a good beat, and I can feel my muscles warming up as I start to work my body with the rhythm. I raise my arms and place them around his neck and scoot closer to him. My body is rubbing against his with blatant carnality. I can play this game too, as long as I don’t have to speak. My body is drawn to his, so it’s no effort to let my wanton moves carry me away with the song.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Logan. The name’s Logan Thatcher. No more disadvantages. We’re on a level playing field, and I must say I’m enjoying the game immensely.”</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I turn my back to him and swing my arms back over his head and secure my fingers behind his neck. He hisses between his teeth as my ass bumps his groin. I purposely do it again and nudge his slightly erect penis with the cleft of my ass. A current tingles through my body at the contact.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I close my eyes and sink into an erotic dance. My body slithers over his like a snake up a tree. I can’t stand any distance between us. I want to touch him, feel his hard muscles beneath his velvety skin, and bask in his growing erection as I brazenly press myself against him. His breathing has picked up, and he begins to run his hands up the sides of my thighs and under the hem of my dress. He goes no farther but teases my senses with feather-light touches, and then he runs a hand up the back of my thigh and squeezes my ass…hard. I gasp in surprise, but the move only heightens my desire.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You’re playing with fire, brave one. I may not be an animal, but I’m still a man, and you are provoking a hunger so strong it’s all I can do to keep from driving myself deep within you,” he growls in my ear. His warm breath on my skin sends an electric jolt down my neck and across my belly. My womb clenches as moisture gathers between my legs. His hand is now massaging my bottom, while his other one climbs up my stomach and skims across my breasts, brushing up against my hard nipples, and pulling a strangled gasp from my lips.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Logan. What are you doing to me?” I say breathlessly. I’m shocked by my voice. It sounds so husky and leaden with lust. He places both hands on my hips and pulls me into his fully erect cock. He’s thick, hard, and ready for what I would willingly give.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Blunt teeth graze my neck where it meets my shoulder and work their way back up, nibbling on my sensitive flesh. Masculine hands press into my hips, working down my belly to the apex of my thighs. I inhale sharply at the contact and tremble in his arms. A throaty chuckle next to my ear melts any defenses I have left.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His warm breath is doing amazing things to the delicate shell of my ear. Hot and moist, his tongue slowly licks up the skin behind my ear and then slowly works back down. A hard shudder works through me as the burn building between my legs mounts to a frustrating peak. I need release, and I want it now.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His right hand trails a path under my skirt and up around my behind. At the first contact, I nearly jump from his arms, but he has me held securely against his rock-hard body. My back is to him, his arm like a vice around my waist, while the other works its way into my panties.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My eyes are closed to everything around me. The darkness alludes to a false sense of privacy. I can’t hear anything but his breathing. I can’t feel anything but the rocking motion of my hips as my body strains for contact with his. I feel a sharp tug, and my panties fall...</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; margin: 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; padding: 0px;"><span style="overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; margin: 0px; border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px); width: 533.33px; height: 356px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/AZfODsbhUaSYZiWwdKTQ0sLJsZ5SwFY2ytIZP1blOitEwTwWBdLuZ6qfPA6ObR9SmgYOIHgRYzr7IKlQaZSVdgid1xRFCg9l416bzhKHY4qnBKa54UXY8yow23i8G5YT2w=s768" title="" style="width: 533.33px; height: 356px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px);"></span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Kairos Playlist</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Nine Inch Nails: Closer</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Avenged Sevenfold: Afterlife</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Avenged Sevenfold: Fiction</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Florence + The Machine: No Light, No Light</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Florence + The Machine: Seven Devils</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Volbeat: Counting</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Alanis Morissette: Uninvited</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A Perfect Circle: Imagine</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Apocalyptica: Nothing Else Matters</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fossil Collective: Let It Go</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Devour The Day: Good Man</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Avicii: Wake Me Up</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Shinedown: Call Me</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Stone Sour: Made Of Scars</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; margin: 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; padding: 0px;"><span style="overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; margin: 0px; border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px); width: 533.33px; height: 266.67px; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img alt="" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/jHQF9NqbFyTbpBVEu1XqJec6Ixjzeb-Rrh_T4QWy5a12lfCAtr1fu7WDmist-vqHm5NOqLBOv_osFlttN6IXD1Qj7kni7XQZ3JLAn0gZTy7VOtio4RLHtXZhkYmQM7asew=s768" title="" style="width: 533.33px; height: 266.67px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px);"></span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Casting</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sulwen: Emma Roberts</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Logan: Chris Hemsworth</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; text-align: start; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">AUTHOR</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; height: 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px; padding: 0px;"><span style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; padding: 0px 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px 11pt 0px 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="overflow: hidden; display: inline-block; margin: 0px; border: 0px solid rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px); width: 209.33px; height: 266.67px;"><img alt="" src="https://lh5.googleusercontent.com/yU0f2GiR0ufCYPkeJi1N5_21pS1F-lrn5tECBOIESQpxne5dOHasg0sOc8f7WPeQhV5tEGsQshM8xCLVcqJzUJuVWwJ4M1eX8VhEJ__E-BEf5rGQ4URSzLIbeqcvTklc2w=s768" title="" style="width: 209.33px; height: 266.67px; margin-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; -webkit-transform: rotate(0rad) translateZ(0px);"></span>Author K. J. Coakley lives a life where she plays many roles…as most women do when they are a wife, mother, and caretaker of two rowdy dogs. But when she’s not working her nine to five gig, or spending time with her family, she can be found glued to her laptop where she loves to create worlds with sexy alpha males and brazen heroines. She is also an avid fan of heavy metal and rock music, and regularly attends music festivals.</span></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; padding: 0px 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px 11pt 0px 0px; height: 11pt;"></p><p style="orphans: auto; widows: auto; padding: 0px 0px 11pt; direction: ltr; margin: 0px 11pt 0px 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Coakley received an Associate degree in Business Administration from Walters State Community College, and a Bachelor of Business Management degree from East Tennessee State University. 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margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release: July 29, 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Genre: Adult, </span><span class="s3">Contemporary Romance</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Goodreads Link:</span><span class="s4"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22144628-the-bondage-club?ac=1">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22144628-the-bondage-club?ac=1</a></span><span class="s3"></span></span></p></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://2C21E0B9-8FCE-408A-A1E2-966D99DF576A/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Blurb:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A man looking for a new beginning</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Hunter Donovan is a writer who dreamed of penning the great American novel but settled for a job running the family business, Donovan Books. Trapped publishing other people’s stories, Hunter buries his frustrations in vodka and an endless parade of one-night stands. </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">A woman with a secret</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Cary Anderson is the perky, petite, and staunchly determined editor who is well versed in erotica fiction. But Cary has a kinky side that she is struggling to keep hidden from the world.</span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fed up with dwindling sales, Hunter hopes to breathe new life into his publishing house by breaking into the risqué world of erotica. He hires Cary to rescue his company and she is keen to show her new boss everything she knows. But what starts out as a lesson in sexual fiction turns into an unexpected roller coaster ride of disastrous romantic encounters. And just when Cary helps stir Hunter’s creative voice, he uncovers the truth about her wicked ways. </span></p><p class="s6" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px; margin-left: 24px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Some ties that bind can cut right to the heart in…The Bondage Club. </span></p></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://416E0A64-661F-4BEF-A098-5A01E25639C8/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5"> </span><span class="s3">The veil of evening was reaching across his office window when Hunter’s cell phone on the side of his desk rang. Checking the caller ID, he frowned when he saw that the number was blocked.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “This is Hunter Donovan,” he barked into the phone.<br> “Do you always answer the phone in such a cheerful manner?” a seductive female voice reprimanded.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “That depends on who this is.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Cary told me of your little meeting today, and your interest in my next book. You don’t waste any time do you?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter’s heart skipped a beat. “Well, well, Ms. Slut. Nice to hear your voice again. I hope your time at the Book Expo was worthwhile.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “You were the highlight of my trip, Mr. Donovan.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter smiled as he sat back in his creaky desk chair. “I’m so glad. I was beginning to think you didn’t like me.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Have you ever met a woman who didn’t like you?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> The question made Hunter chuckle. “Which answer will get me your next book, Ms. Slut?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3"> A high-pitched tinkling laugh came through the speaker of his iPhone, making Hunter’s stomach flutter ever so lightly. “I like a man who doesn’t waste time with sweet talk. Check your email. I just sent you the manuscript. It’s called </span><span class="s8" style="font-style: italic;">The Bondage Club</span><span class="s3">, and if you’re interested, e-mail me a contract, and I will look it over.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Can I ask what it’s about? I mean, with a title like that I can guess, but….” His voice faded as his curiosity rose. </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “There are many different kinds of bondage, Mr. Donovan, that don’t involve ropes, chains, or even handcuffs.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter gaped at his cell phone. “I don’t get it.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Love can be a form of bondage,” she explained. “We can get tied to someone just as easily as we can be tied up by someone. The book is about bondage in all of its forms.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Then I look forward to reading it.” He paused as he thought of an idea. “But why not come to my office? We can discuss the details of the contract over lunch,” he pursued with a hint of insistence in his voice.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I don’t think so. Lunch with you would be dangerous.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter coyly smiled. “For which one of us, Ms. Slut?” </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I’m not your type, Mr. Donovan.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter’s body rippled with the hint of a challenge. “You never know; if Donovan Books handles your novel, we may grow on each other.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I hope not. Getting involved with the man who publishes my book would complicate matters. I’m also a very demanding author. I might get on your nerves after a time.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I have a lot of demanding authors. You would fit right in.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Do you usually try and date your authors, or will I be the first?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> He fingered a corner of the manuscript open on the desk before him as his imagination began to wander. “You would be the first. I never date clients.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I heard a nasty little rumor to the contrary, about your brother and Monique Delome. They were engaged and then she up and married some Texas oil man. Lucky girl.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Lucky to be rid of my brother,” Hunter returned, pushing the manuscript in front of him to the side.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Oh, do I detect a note of sibling rivalry, Mr. Donovan?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> He leaned back in his chair and turned his eyes to his arched window. “Rivalry, nah. More like deep-seated hatred. And if I’m going to bare my soul to you, you should start calling me, Hunter.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Let me guess, Hunter.” Her voice was throaty and delicious, spurring on his desire. “He stole your Legos when you were six and you have never forgiven him.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> Hunter ran his hand over his face, feeling the conversation was getting a little too personal. “Never mind my brother. Let’s talk about you.” </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I make it a practice never to talk about myself. The less people know about me, the better.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “I don’t agree, Ms. Sl….” Hunter crinkled his brow. “What else can I call you? Ms. Slut is too—”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Call me Smuttie, if you like.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Smuttie…don’t you have a real name?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> “Smuttie is all you need to know.” The sound of voices in the background broke in. “Let me know what you think of my manuscript, Hunter. I’ll be waiting to hear from you.” Then the line went dead.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://1D8238BA-DE5B-45DC-AB9B-125DA7661CDD/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 13px;"><span class="s5" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Bio:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s9" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Alexandrea Weis is an advanced practice registered nurse who was born and raised in New Orleans. Having been brought up in the motion picture industry, she learned to tell stories from a different perspective and began writing at the age of eight. Infusing the rich tapestry of her hometown into her award-winning novels, she believes that creating vivid characters makes a story memorable. A permitted/certified wildlife rehabber with the Louisiana Wildlife and Fisheries, Weis rescues orphaned and injured wildlife. 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Man was I thankful for my non-painted on shorts at that very moment. And so was my conscious pussy.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I bit my lip—hard—suppressing the moan. I internalized it by pressing my center closer to him, as his finger moved in and out of me deeper and faster.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">“So wet. So wet and tight</span><span class="s5" style="font-style: italic;">.”</span><span class="s3"> He murmured praises into my neck as he recklessly worked his finger in and out of me. I had never been touched as possessively and with such expertise as I had with him. In my mind, he had to be a professional fingerer. That had to be a profession, right?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Knocking at the door broke through my consciousness and caused my body to tense.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Wait your fuckin’ turn,” he turned his head, yelling toward the door.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“We need to go,” I said hesitantly as he continued working his finger, adding his thumb to the mix as he rubbed my clit. My hands pressed into the top of the counter as I pushed myself further into the wall. I could feel it deep within me—signs of what was to come, forming and beginning to crackle throughout my body. Like an electrical current seeking full charge. Sparks here and there uniting, wanting to become one combustible unit.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“We aren’t leaving this bathroom until you get off. Either by my finger or my dick. The choice is yours.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Seriously?” I withered even more beneath him. “Who talks like that?” I had never been so turned on in all my life. It wasn’t just the way he was touching me, but that damn mouth of his could get me off by words alone.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Men who know what they’re doing.” He looked up and gave me a sexy smirk.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://671CCCE8-E5F0-41B3-AEA3-57A8D6DC1EE8/imagepng"></div><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://C1BCBF04-D7EC-48E3-AF4A-8EE86249F2E2/imagepng"></div><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; 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background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Embedded:</span><span class="s3"> <iframe width="560" height="315" src="//</span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5SlGucE0dpc"><span class="s6">www.youtube.com/embed/5SlGucE0dpc</span></a><span class="s3">" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen></iframe></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Direct Link:</span><span class="s3"> </span><a href="http://www.youtube.com/embed/5SlGucE0dpc"><span class="s6">www.youtube.com/embed/5SlGucE0dpc</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div></div><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://96645245-B68C-4012-84CB-EC81D4944DD2/imagejpeg"></div><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Bio:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s9" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Being born an "Army Brat", Erika Ashby has been residing in Oklahoma the last 10 years finally putting an end to the nomad tendencies she had grown accustomed to. She's a happily married woman who has 5 kids between her and her husband. She has an insane passion for music and embraces her Inner Groupie any chance she has. It wasn't until the age of 29 that she realized she also had a hidden passion for reading; before then she claimed to have hated it. Six months after unlocking that deep desire she never knew she held, she turned the key to another chapter of her life which has become the desire to write. And the rest is still history in the making.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Social Media Links:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Facebook: </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/AuthorEAshby%20/t%20_blank"><span class="s7">https://www.facebook.com/AuthorEAshby</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Twitter: @erikaashby</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Twitter Link: </span><a href="https://twitter.com/ErikaAshby"><span class="s8">https://twitter.com/ErikaAshby</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Goodreads:</span><a href="http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6625020.Erika_Ashby"><span class="s8">http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6625020.Erika_Ashby</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3">Website: </span><span class="s6"><a href="http://www.authorerikaashby.com/">www.authorerikaashby.com</a></span></span></p><div style="font-family: 'comic sans ms', sans-serif; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto;"><br></div></div></div></div></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-19375054803182757922014-07-28T15:03:00.001-04:002014-07-28T15:03:07.894-04:00Release day & Giveaway "The Tycoon's Convenient Bride and...Baby"<div><img src="webkit-fake-url://D644143C-E74B-490F-A51A-FB73C635287E/imagejpeg"></div><div><div class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><p class="s3" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Title:</span><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;"> </span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;">The Tycoon’s Convenient Bride…and Baby</span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Author:</span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8">Shoshanna Evers </span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Genre:</span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8">Adult Contemporary Romance 18 +</span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s9" style="font-weight: bold;">Sexual Heat:</span><span class="s9" style="font-weight: bold;"> </span><span class="s8">Steamy</span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Publish Date:</span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8">July 28, 2014</span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Publisher: </span><a href="http://www.entangledpublishing.com/"><span class="s10">Entangled Publishing</span></a><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></p><p class="s7" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;">Event organized by</span><span class="s12">: </span><a href="http://literatiauthorservices.com/"><span class="s13">Literati Author Services, Inc.</span></a></span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://5708D2F4-8297-41B2-96D1-D3ABF8461ADA/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><br></p><p class="s16" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s15" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">~ Book Synopsis ~</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s17" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">After her brother and his wife go missing and are presumed dead, Lauren Peters plans to raise their infant daughter. Her brother's will, however, stipulates that baby Callie can only be raised by a married couple. Lauren’s as single as they come.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s17" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mack Hansen can’t stand idly by while his business partner’s baby is thrown into a foster home. As he sees it, there’s only one solution "he and Lauren will marry for the sake of the baby“and he’ll keep his attraction to her at bay.</span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s17" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Lauren knows that Mack is all about business, including their marriage of convenience. But her unexpected feelings for him have her turned upside down. With passion sizzling between them, can Mack keep Lauren from stealing his heart…and becoming his wife for real?</span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22552328-the-tycoon-s-convenient-bride-and-baby"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000">Add to Goodreads</font></span></a></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s16" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Purchase Links</span></p><p class="s16" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tycoons-Convenient-Bride-Entangled-Indulgence-ebook/dp/B00LKS1C1W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1406208997&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Tycoon%27s+Convenient+Bride...and+Baby"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.amazon.ca/Tycoons-Convenient-Bride-Entangled-Indulgence-ebook/dp/B00LKS1C1W/ref=sr_1_fkmr0_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1406209580&sr=1-1-fkmr0&keywords=The+Tycoon%E2%80%99s+Convenient+Bride%E2%80%A6and+Baby"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon CA</span></a><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.amazon.co.uk/Tycoons-Convenient-Bride-Entangled-Indulgence-ebook/dp/B00LKS1C1W/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1406209636&sr=8-1&keywords=The+Tycoon%27s+Convenient+Bride+and+baby"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon UK</span></a><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/the-tycoons-convenient-bride-and-baby-shoshanna-evers/1119920148?ean=9781622667840"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes and Noble </span></a><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;">| </span><a href="https://itunes.apple.com/nz/book/tycoons-convenient-bride.../id896492924?mt=11"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">iTunes</span></a><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/the-tycoon-s-convenient-bride-and-baby"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">Kobo</span></a><span class="s11" style="font-weight: bold;"> |</span><a href="http://books.google.com/books?id=dGz2AwAAQBAJ&printsec=frontcover&dq=The+Tycoon's+convenient+bride&hl=en&sa=X&ei=uw7RU5DgNpLmsAS5-IDQDw&ved=0CCoQ6AEwAg"><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold;">Goog</span></a><a name="_Hlt267814668"></a><span class="s18" style="font-weight: bold; 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font-style: italic;">New York Times and USA Today Bestselling</span><span class="s20"> author Shoshanna Evers has written dozens of sexy stories, including </span><span class="s21" style="font-style: italic;">The Man Who Holds the Whip</span><span class="s20"> (part of the bestselling MAKE ME anthology),</span><span class="s21" style="font-style: italic;">Overheated</span><span class="s20">, </span><span class="s21" style="font-style: italic;">The Enslaved Trilogy</span><span class="s20">, and </span><span class="s21" style="font-style: italic;">The Pulse Trilogy</span><span class="s20"> (from Simon & Schuster Pocket Star).</span></span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span class="s20" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Her work has been featured in many anthologies such as Cowboy Heat and Smokin' Hot Firemen, the Penguin/Berkley Heat anthology Agony/Ecstasy, and numerous erotic romance novellas including Bedhead and Ginger Snap from Ellora’s Cave Publishing.</span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span class="s20" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Her two bestselling non-fiction writing anthologies include How To Write Hot Sex: Tips from Multi-Published Erotic Romance Authors, and Successful Self-Publishing: How We Do It (And How You Can Too).</span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s20">Shoshanna is also the cofounder of </span><a href="http://www.selfpubbookcovers.com/"><span class="s23">SelfPubBookCovers.com</span></a><span class="s20">, the largest selection of instantly customizable, one-of-a-kind, premade book covers in the world.</span></span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span class="s20" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Shoshanna Evers has been listed on Amazon as one of the "Most Popular Authors in Romance," as well as on the Contemporary Romance, and Erotica "Most Popular Authors" lists.</span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span class="s20" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Reviewers have called Shoshanna’s writing “sensuous, delightful, and sizzling” with stories where “the plot is fresh and the pacing excellent, the emotions...real and poignant.”</span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span class="s20" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Shoshanna used to work as a syndicated advice columnist and a registered nurse, but now she’s a full-time romance writer and a home-schooling mom. She lives with her family and three big dogs in Northern Idaho, and loves to connect with readers on Twitter @ShoshannaEvers, and Facebook at Shoshanna.Evers.</span></p><p class="s22" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 12px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s24">Sign up to be notified when the book comes out! </span><a href="http://shoshannaevers.com/newsletter"><span class="s24">ShoshannaEvers.com/newsletter</span></a><span class="s24"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s3" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s25" style="font-weight: bold;">Connect with the Author:</span><span class="s20"> </span><a href="http://shoshannaevers.com/"><span class="s23">Website</span></a><span class="s20"> | </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/shoshanna.evers"><span class="s23">Facebook</span></a><span class="s20"> | </span><a href="https://twitter.com/ShoshannaEvers"><span class="s23">Twitter</span></a><span class="s20"> | </span><a href="http://shoshannaevers.tumblr.com/"><span class="s23">Tumblr</span></a><span class="s20"> |</span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/ShoshannaEvers"><span class="s23">Goodreads</span></a><span class="s20"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s14" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a name="OLE_LINK11"></a><a name="OLE_LINK12"></a></span></p><p class="s3" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s26" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Giveaway</span></p><p class="s3" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s17" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The grand prize is a $25 Amazon or B&N giftcard (One (1) USA or International winner). 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"Better Left Forgotten"<img src="webkit-fake-url://732E98F9-2EF2-45DD-97F7-9700C673CEE0/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Better left forgotten</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">How far would you go to protect the ones you love?</span><span class="s5"><br><br></span><span class="s4">Some things are better left forgotten, but for Caitlyn Michelson forgetting is not something that she can do. After the brutal death of her sister, she packs up her four year old daughter Carrie and moves across the country, all in an attempt to get away from her sister’s killer, Robin Quinton.</span><span class="s5"><br><br></span><span class="s4">After blackmailing Robin she believes that she will finally be free to live her life. However Caitlyn was naive to think her threats would work against the man who brutally murdered her sister. It’s only when she meets gorgeous bad boy biker Cage Carter that she finally begins to feel like she is living again.</span><span class="s5"><br><br></span><span class="s4">Will lady luck finally be on her side? Or will everything she has be torn away from her?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://388C6765-8A1F-4376-8D43-818788B6F0FF/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">Purchase </span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">Links</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">Amazon UK</span><span class="s4"> ~ </span><span class="s4">http://www.amazon.co.uk/gp/product/B00M6F2QE0?*Version*=1&*entries*=0</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">Amazon US ~ </span><span class="s4">http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00M6F2QE0</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">Kobo ~</span><span class="s4">http://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/better-left-forgotten</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">Nook ~</span><span class="s4"> </span><span class="s4">http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/better-left-forgotten-lisa-helen-gray/1120015226?ean=2940149659548</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">Goodreads~ </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22053969-better-left-forgotten"><span class="s7">https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22053969-better-left-forgotten</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s4">Author page ~ </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lisa-Helen-Gray-Author/222884537906957"><span class="s7">https://www.facebook.com/pages/Lisa-Helen-Gray-Author/222884537906957</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://FFAB67DD-A7EA-488B-9189-D662ECA95A6F/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">Ex</span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">c</span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">er</span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">p</span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;">t</span><span class="s6" style="font-weight: bold;"></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s9" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Enough is enough,” I chant in my head as I walk across the lawn towards the sound.</span></p><p class="s9" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8"> As I’m walking along, I notice </span><span class="s8">the extension cable that leads to just the plug I’m after. I head over</span><span class="s8">,</span><span class="s8"> ignoring th</span><span class="s8">e stares from the men around me.</span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8">The women just give me curious looks as I storm past them, thinking of expletive words to shout at them. Sending</span><span class="s8">a glare their way</span><span class="s8">, I keep my head held high not giving a shit what they’re all thinking as I make my way </span><span class="s8">towards the stereo. I unplug the plug as a round of ‘</span><span class="s10" style="font-style: italic;">what the fuck’, ‘who turned the music off,’ </span><span class="s10" style="font-style: italic;">and </span><span class="s10" style="font-style: italic;">‘what the fuck </span><span class="s10" style="font-style: italic;">is </span><span class="s10" style="font-style: italic;">she doing,’</span><span class="s8"> comes from everyone around me.</span><span class="s8">It doesn’t halt me from what I’m about to do.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8"> I’m just about to snip the little bugger when a male husky voice comes from behind me</span><span class="s8">. E</span><span class="s8">very single hair on the back of my neck stand</span><span class="s8">s</span><span class="s8"> on edge.</span><span class="s8"> Every nerve ending in my body is hyper aware and the hair on the back of my neck stands on edge as my skin breaks out in goosebumps.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8"> ‘‘I wouldn’t do that </span><span class="s8">if I were you kitten,’’ he warns.</span></span></p><p class="s9" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">Snapping my head around, I freeze when I lay my eyes upon the most incredibly ripped man I’ve ever seen in my life.</span><span class="s8"> Seriously</span><span class="s8">,</span><span class="s8"> holy shit, giv</span><span class="s8">e me a bucket of cold water now because I need cooling down. My skin feels like its on fire as I take in the perfection before me.</span><span class="s8"> His dark hair is short but</span><span class="s8"> still long enough to run my fingers</span><span class="s8"> through it. It’s</span><span class="s8">scruffy and wild, giving him this rough edge look to his physique; I like it. His skin</span><span class="s8"> looks</span><span class="s8">as </span><span class="s8">soft as a baby’s </span><span class="s8">bottom, giving me the urge to reach out and stroke it to see if it’s as soft as it looks.</span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8">“His skin is</span><span class="s8"> flawless</span><span class="s8">”</span><span class="s8"> as my sister would say</span><span class="s8"> </span><span class="s8">if she were here. His eyes are a deep</span><span class="s8">,</span><span class="s8"> dark brown </span><span class="s8">colour with long black eyelashes, captivating</span><span class="s8"> me</span><span class="s8"> with his intense stare. Time has stopped all around me as my feet stay rooted to the spot while I keep looking over at his magnificent features</span><span class="s8">. He has a five o’clock shadow on his strong jaw</span><span class="s8">,</span><span class="s8">which </span><span class="s8">helps go with the bad boy look he has going on</span><span class="s8">. What has me gawking though is</span><span class="s8">that </span><span class="s8">he’s shirtless</span><span class="s8">, </span><span class="s8">only wearing a pair of low </span><span class="s8">hung </span><span class="s8">baggy</span><span class="s8"> black</span><span class="s8"> shorts. His hard </span><span class="s8">chest is glistening with sweat and I watch, fascinated, when </span><span class="s8">I see a trickle of sweat drip down his chest</span><span class="s8">, o</span><span class="s8">ver</span><span class="s8"> the ridged muscle of his</span><span class="s8"> stomach, making me want to taste it</span><span class="s8"> with my tongue</span><span class="s8">.</span></span></p><p class="s9" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s8" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Holy fuck! Did I really just picture that?</span></p><p class="s9" style="text-indent: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">It’s not like I can help it either; th</span><span class="s8">e bloke is packing some serious muscle. I swear I can feel drool foaming from my mouth.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8"> ‘‘Like som</span><span class="s8">ething you see kitten?’’ he drawls, looking at me</span><span class="s8"> amused.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">I snap out </span><span class="s8">of </span><span class="s8">my lustful daze</span><span class="s8">, trying to ignore</span><span class="s8"> my flaming red face.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8"> ‘‘How about you put down the scissors,’’ he demands</span><span class="s8">,</span><span class="s8"> making me shiver from the demanding tone in his voice.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://4B6E5EAD-95C3-404F-8AEF-4384C4923839/imagejpeg"></p></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-27977622391311146712014-07-28T14:49:00.001-04:002014-07-28T14:49:14.759-04:00Tour & Giveaway "Mine to Steal"<img src="webkit-fake-url://A061B2E8-FAC1-4E89-AD66-86584AB540F0/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://E2A05766-5E9B-4B8F-81DA-37E041110A7E/imagepng"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Title: Mine to Steal</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Series: Mine to Love #2</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author: T.K. Rapp</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release Date: June 12, 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Find on </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21473085-mine-to-steal?from_search=true"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Goodreads</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Synopsis:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In life and business, Trey Miller has always been the good guy. Nothing wrong with that, since it’s gotten him everywhere he has needed to be. His startup company is a success and growing so much that he is gaining the attention of larger corporations.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">By all accounts, Trey has it all, but the one place he fails is love.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">He thought he might have had something with </span><span class="s2">Emogen</span><span class="s2"> Kane, but she was taken before he even had a chance. Now, he hides behind work, unwilling to take any risks in the love department.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Trey finds himself vying for a huge account against Faith Young, he knows he’s going to have to play it tough to win. Faith is smart, attractive and rumor has it, she lands every account she goes after.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Faith is thrown into his path at every turn, Trey starts to feel that it is more than a coincidence. Knowing that Faith has a boyfriend douses the flame that he was starting to feel, until he realizes that the guy might not at all be what he seems.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Trey let go once, but he’s determined to win it all this time. Does he have it in him to roll up his sleeves and get dirty? And if he does, will he finally end up with the girl?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Buy Links:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mine-Steal-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00KXL1690/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1405710722&sr=8-1&keywords=mine+to+steal"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/mine-to-steal?store=allproducts&keyword=mine+to+steal"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=mine+to+steal"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Kobo</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://AC7B3DD3-AA88-48B5-B5C3-B4B633BE42F3/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Excerpts:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://09BD3F12-CBF2-46C6-90FF-B61E15C10B1B/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt 1</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">The brunette is in her own world, oblivious to the hungry eyes watching her. My legs are glued to the spot I was so eager to escape moments before because I’m captivated by this woman. The blonde sticks her bottom lip out in a pout and attempts to tug me toward her once again, but I pull her back to me. I </span><span class="s2">do my best to convince my dance partner I’m into her, but my attention has been stolen. There are so many people around us, I can’t tell if I’m dancing with her, or the woman next to her.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There’s an idea.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We continue swaying to the music, all the while, getting closer to my intended target. I still have not seen her face, but her body and the sheer unencumbered way she moves leaves me with one goal - get this one.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My dance partner has taken to moving all over the place, and leaving me for someone equally as drunk as she is. She doesn’t notice I’ve turned my back to her as I fixate on the one I want. My eyes never stray from the sexy woman who is now within my reach. Her friends are dancing together, and she is in her own world, dancing alone, or so it seems.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">In my current state, the dimly lit dance floor seems almost black, and I do something I was never able to do with </span><span class="s2">Em</span><span class="s2">. </span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;">Take what I want.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My hands extend to touch her, but before they connect, she spins around to face me, and I find myself wishing I could make out her features through the flashing lights and alcohol goggles. She reaches up and places her hands on my shoulders as if she’s been waiting for this moment all night, but it’s almost like she’s seeing through me.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My hands fall onto her hips and grasp firmly while we move in sync to the music. The lights make it hard to see anything distinguishing about her other than the curves of her body. I wish I could tell what color her eyes are, or if they’re even open. Her lips turn up as I lean down to ask her name. Our mouths are inches apart, and I can’t help the way my body reacts to hers. I can finally see her eyes that are glassy and wide as she stares into mine, the music fading away.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As my eyes adjust to the sight in front of me, her lips part, as if she wants to say something, but she remains speechless. We continue dancing, both of us waiting for the other to look away, but neither of us do. Her arms glide from my shoulders to my neck, and I want to know what her lips taste like. I’m vaguely aware of the people around us as the music and lights come back into my consciousness. She tugs my head toward her and rises up on her toes, our lips mashing together in a fiery kiss.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://0557E28E-76FC-4FB6-A821-99644A0000BF/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt 2</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We make visual contact with each other and neither of us says a word.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I’ve never played paintball before, but these few short minutes are the most fun I’ve had in a while. I watch Faith as she, with pinpoint precision, peeks from behind the tree and hits a target that is running past. </span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;">Poor bastard never saw her</span><span class="s2">. I give her a thumbs up and peek out from behind my spot and shoot two rounds, hitting a guy who was about to shoot one of my teammates.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I nod to Faith and mouth, “How many?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She shrugs and lifts her head up, I assume she’s doing a mental tally and when she shows me a count of eight, I smile. Sixteen of us came in, and we’ve shot two of our opponents. She starts laughing and points, waving me over. I peek around the wall and when I see the coast is clear, I sling my gun over my shoulder and make run for it. She shoots three times, and I hear another guy groan somewhere behind me, but I don’t bother to check where the noise came from.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I dive at the last moment and trip over a branch that sticks out of the ground and tumble toward Faith. Before I land, possibly hurting her, I try to push away throwing myself onto my back to avoid a collision. Somehow she ends up on top of me and covers my mouth with her hand. She raises a finger up to silence me and points somewhere past me.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I’m not sure what her plan is, but I’ll let her stay where she is for as long as she wants. Faith turns to check </span><span class="s2">both sides</span><span class="s2"> and whispers, “Make that five more left.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What now?” I ask before she drops her face to my neck.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">She muffles a whisper, “Someone’s behind us. Be. </span><span class="s2">Still.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://AE9362AF-7A30-47E9-9EA6-16219DE65717/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Playlist:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><</span><span class="s2">iframe</span><span class="s2"> src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify:user:1294278841:playlist:28sYhz3CCQmgn2jQ9Xp7AL" width="300" height="380" </span><span class="s2">frameborder</span><span class="s2">="0"</span><span class="s2">allowtransparency</span><span class="s2">="true"></</span><span class="s2">iframe</span><span class="s2">></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Character Casting:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://B5ADAB89-4D94-4851-87DF-3D08A1999F93/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Favorite Quotes:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You can’t marry that guy, Faith.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“And why not?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The words in my mouth are going to get me in trouble, but I have nothing else to lose at this point.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You don’t love him.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What?” She sounds like the wind has been knocked out of her lungs and tears form a pool in her eyes. “You have no idea what I feel for him.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She takes a sip of her drink and smiles. “Does she love you or hate you?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I think it probably depends on the day.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"></span><span class="s2">“I was looking forward to shooting you,” she smiles and bats her eyes, feigning innocence.</span> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Me, too,” I say with a straight face.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“The idea of you always made me excited, but the reality of you in my life and in my heart is better than anything I could imagine.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I see a future, and I want it with her.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">"You deserve more than an open relationship, Faith. You deserve someone who's going to treat you like a queen. </span><span class="s2">Someone who wants to spend as much time with you as possible and has no desire to be with anyone else, no matter how far apart you are."</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Faith Young, you drive me insane. You push every button, pick fights, make me laugh, and impress me with your talent. Somewhere along the way, I fell for you."</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"></span><span class="s2">“Women have to be the most confusing beings on the planet.”</span> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Hell no, I saw it in her eyes. She wants a ride on the Jett.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Other books by T.K. Rapp</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mine to Lose (Mine to Love #1) – Released Jan 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://8BB912A5-A2AE-4E05-912B-F93646C91C2C/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What happens when the fairy tale ends before it even begins?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Three years, two graduations, an engagement and a move to another, </span><span class="s2">Emogen</span><span class="s2"> and Ryan are more in love than ever. He’s the one man she never expected to have and the only man she’s determined to keep. He’s her forever, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for him.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Almost, that is.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Ryan announces that he’s accepted a job offer that requires yet another move. Angry he didn’t discuss his decision with her first, </span><span class="s2">Emogen</span><span class="s2"> refuses to pack up and follow. She has a career, too, and she’s not ready to give it up.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although determined to make the long distance thing work, their lives and careers begin to take a toll on the relationship, leaving them to wonder if they’re doing the right thing.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sometimes love isn’t enough.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When you lose the one thing you are certain of, will you fight to get it back? Or will you let it go?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mine-Lose-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00HRMDDYY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405712143&sr=8-1&keywords=Mine+to+Lose"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mine-to-lose-tk-rapp/1118027245?ean=2940148182405&itm=1&usri=mine+to+lose"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_______________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Being There – Released July 2013</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://7CEDE856-DC34-47F2-B057-CB7E170BAE37/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Cass Howard was young, she never dreamed she would have the perfect job, living in New York, with an amazing man by her side.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">That’s a good thing…because none of that ever happened.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Drew Alexander was the one person who knew Cass better than almost anyone, and the friendship that developed in high school carried them to college. Despite the distance, their bond grew stronger, revealing to each of them what they meant to each other. A series of fleeting moments and a string of failed relationships helped them realize that what they really wanted, what they needed, was each other.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">But that was five years </span><span class="s2">ago,</span><span class="s2"> and sometimes things just don’t work out.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Now twenty-five, Cass finds herself living in Houston, working at a small publishing house as an editor.</span><span class="s2"> By most accounts, she appears </span><span class="s2">happy,</span><span class="s2"> however she has managed to avoid a true relationship, opting to channel all of her energy on work, despite protests from her best friend.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The only thing that can drag her away is the annual girls’ weekend, which comes at the best possible time, because Cass has just learned life-altering news. With the most recent blow to her life looming overhead, will the getaway with her closest friends change her outlook on life? Or will her inability to put the past behind her stifle any chance she has of moving on? Will she ever be able to open up and let those who love her be there for her?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Being-There-T-K-Rapp-ebook/dp/B00DR735T6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405712227&sr=8-1&keywords=Being+There+Rapp"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/being-there-tk-rapp/1116156997?ean=9781490559728&itm=1&usri=being+there+rapp"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Interview:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">What inspired you to begin writing? Have you always wanted to be a writer</span><span class="s2">?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was a reader as a kid, but by the time I got to high school, I hated it - because I had to do it all the time. I started reading again a few years ago and fell in love with Slammed by Colleen Hoover. Something about that story just got me. So that's what got me inspired.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was always journaling and my mind was always working. Funny you ask this, because I was just telling my mom that I remember daydreaming fantastical romances, how they played out, the makeup and breakup of it all. I never wrote them down. It wasn't until about 9 years ago, I started writing short stories and poems, but nothing came of them. In fact, I still have the file, but since it was password protected, I can't access them. LOL! I guess that's a sign they were no good. :-p</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Who is your favorite character you’ve ever written, and why?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">OH DAMN!! Okay, let me think!</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The obvious answer for me is Cass, because she is my first. So much of her personality and inner struggles with who she is, I've been there.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Then there's Jett - okay, clearly I'm not a dude, but I can be obnoxious and annoying like that. When I was growing up, I loved to make others uncomfortable by talking about sex and saying inappropriate things. I LOVE writing Jett, because he's fun! People want Jett's story, and I want to write it. I KNOW it. But I'm so worried about not doing him justice.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If you HAD to choose between your male characters, which would you choose?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I love all of them! </span><span class="s2">(Except Brad!)</span><span class="s2"> But if I HAD to pick, I'm going to say Drew. He's strong, says what he wants and wears his heart on his sleeve. There was something about him that was imperfectly perfect. He just makes me smile.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What’s on the horizon for T.K. Rapp?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">LOTS!! </span><span class="s2">LoL</span><span class="s2">! I have 4 other stories in my head, but I can't walk and chew gum at the same time. So for now, I'm working on an untitled YA story inspired by my girls. They want so badly to read my books, so this one is for the older - high school - versions of them. I'm really excited about this one! I also have 3 signings coming up this year, so maybe I'll get to meet some people!</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Rapid questions –</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite musician?</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s2">The </span><span class="s2">Avett</span><span class="s2"> Brothers or Mumford & Sons.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite movie?</span><span class="s2"> SHIT! Um! </span><span class="s2">Off the top of my head "Dazed & Confused."</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite book?</span><span class="s2"> Toss up! "Slammed" or "In the Band"</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite quote?</span><span class="s2"> "Laugh at what you did today, it's all been done before." Tripping Daisy! (I love them!!)</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite color?</span><span class="s2"> Teal</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://85A0F7F8-C67A-460F-B813-06D28B6D010A/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Info:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">T.K. Rapp is a Texas girl born and raised. She earned a B.A. in Journalism from Texas </span><span class="s2">A&M</span><span class="s2"> and it was there that she met the love of her life. He had a contract with the U.S. Navy that would take them across both coasts, and ultimately land them back home in Texas.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Upon finally settling in Texas, T.K. worked as a graphic designer and photographer for the family business that her mom started years earlier. She was able to infuse her creativity and passion, into something she enjoyed, but something was still missing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her to write, so write, she did. And, somewhere on an external hard drive, are several stories she started and never finished.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now at home, raising her two daughters, T.K. has more time to do the things she loves, which includes photography and writing. When she’s not doing one of those, she can be found with her family, which keeps her busy. She enjoys watching her kids in their various sporting activities (i.e. doing the soccer mom thing), having Sunday breakfast at her parent’s house, singing out loud and out of key or dancing like a fool. She loves raunchy humor, gossip blogs and a good book.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorTKRapp"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Facebook</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.twitter.com/TKAM78"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Twitter</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://tkrapp.weebly.com/"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Website</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7159694.T_K_Rapp?from_search=true"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Goodreads</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Giveaway:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><a id="rc-9d7b15be26" class="</span><span class="s2">rafl</span><span class="s2">"</span><span class="s2">href</span><span class="s2">="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/9d7b15be26/"</span><span class="s2">rel</span><span class="s2">="</span><span class="s2">nofollow</span><span class="s2">">a </span><span class="s2">Rafflecopter</span><span class="s2"> giveaway</a></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><</span><span class="s2">script</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s2">src</span><span class="s2">="//widget.rafflecopter.com/load.js"></script></span></span></p></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://06BED941-4624-4336-989F-2CA0654A67C9/imagejpeg"></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-26631118982299782842014-07-28T14:47:00.001-04:002014-07-28T14:47:07.025-04:00Tour & Giveaway "Mine to Steal"<img src="webkit-fake-url://A061B2E8-FAC1-4E89-AD66-86584AB540F0/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://E2A05766-5E9B-4B8F-81DA-37E041110A7E/imagepng"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Title: Mine to Steal</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Series: Mine to Love #2</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author: T.K. Rapp</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release Date: June 12, 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Find on </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21473085-mine-to-steal?from_search=true"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Goodreads</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Synopsis:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">In life and business, Trey Miller has always been the good guy. Nothing wrong with that, since it’s gotten him everywhere he has needed to be. His startup company is a success and growing so much that he is gaining the attention of larger corporations.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">By all accounts, Trey has it all, but the one place he fails is love.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">He thought he might have had something with </span><span class="s2">Emogen</span><span class="s2"> Kane, but she was taken before he even had a chance. Now, he hides behind work, unwilling to take any risks in the love department.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Trey finds himself vying for a huge account against Faith Young, he knows he’s going to have to play it tough to win. Faith is smart, attractive and rumor has it, she lands every account she goes after.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Faith is thrown into his path at every turn, Trey starts to feel that it is more than a coincidence. Knowing that Faith has a boyfriend douses the flame that he was starting to feel, until he realizes that the guy might not at all be what he seems.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Trey let go once, but he’s determined to win it all this time. Does he have it in him to roll up his sleeves and get dirty? And if he does, will he finally end up with the girl?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Buy Links:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mine-Steal-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00KXL1690/ref=sr_1_1_bnp_1_kin?ie=UTF8&qid=1405710722&sr=8-1&keywords=mine+to+steal"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/mine-to-steal?store=allproducts&keyword=mine+to+steal"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://store.kobobooks.com/en-us/Search?Query=mine+to+steal"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Kobo</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://AC7B3DD3-AA88-48B5-B5C3-B4B633BE42F3/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Excerpts:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://09BD3F12-CBF2-46C6-90FF-B61E15C10B1B/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt 1</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">The brunette is in her own world, oblivious to the hungry eyes watching her. My legs are glued to the spot I was so eager to escape moments before because I’m captivated by this woman. The blonde sticks her bottom lip out in a pout and attempts to tug me toward her once again, but I pull her back to me. I </span><span class="s2">do my best to convince my dance partner I’m into her, but my attention has been stolen. There are so many people around us, I can’t tell if I’m dancing with her, or the woman next to her.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">There’s an idea.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We continue swaying to the music, all the while, getting closer to my intended target. I still have not seen her face, but her body and the sheer unencumbered way she moves leaves me with one goal - get this one.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My dance partner has taken to moving all over the place, and leaving me for someone equally as drunk as she is. She doesn’t notice I’ve turned my back to her as I fixate on the one I want. My eyes never stray from the sexy woman who is now within my reach. Her friends are dancing together, and she is in her own world, dancing alone, or so it seems.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">In my current state, the dimly lit dance floor seems almost black, and I do something I was never able to do with </span><span class="s2">Em</span><span class="s2">. </span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;">Take what I want.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My hands extend to touch her, but before they connect, she spins around to face me, and I find myself wishing I could make out her features through the flashing lights and alcohol goggles. She reaches up and places her hands on my shoulders as if she’s been waiting for this moment all night, but it’s almost like she’s seeing through me.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">My hands fall onto her hips and grasp firmly while we move in sync to the music. The lights make it hard to see anything distinguishing about her other than the curves of her body. I wish I could tell what color her eyes are, or if they’re even open. Her lips turn up as I lean down to ask her name. Our mouths are inches apart, and I can’t help the way my body reacts to hers. I can finally see her eyes that are glassy and wide as she stares into mine, the music fading away.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">As my eyes adjust to the sight in front of me, her lips part, as if she wants to say something, but she remains speechless. We continue dancing, both of us waiting for the other to look away, but neither of us do. Her arms glide from my shoulders to my neck, and I want to know what her lips taste like. I’m vaguely aware of the people around us as the music and lights come back into my consciousness. She tugs my head toward her and rises up on her toes, our lips mashing together in a fiery kiss.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://0557E28E-76FC-4FB6-A821-99644A0000BF/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt 2</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">We make visual contact with each other and neither of us says a word.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I’ve never played paintball before, but these few short minutes are the most fun I’ve had in a while. I watch Faith as she, with pinpoint precision, peeks from behind the tree and hits a target that is running past. </span><span class="s6" style="font-style: italic;">Poor bastard never saw her</span><span class="s2">. I give her a thumbs up and peek out from behind my spot and shoot two rounds, hitting a guy who was about to shoot one of my teammates.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I nod to Faith and mouth, “How many?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She shrugs and lifts her head up, I assume she’s doing a mental tally and when she shows me a count of eight, I smile. Sixteen of us came in, and we’ve shot two of our opponents. She starts laughing and points, waving me over. I peek around the wall and when I see the coast is clear, I sling my gun over my shoulder and make run for it. She shoots three times, and I hear another guy groan somewhere behind me, but I don’t bother to check where the noise came from.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I dive at the last moment and trip over a branch that sticks out of the ground and tumble toward Faith. Before I land, possibly hurting her, I try to push away throwing myself onto my back to avoid a collision. Somehow she ends up on top of me and covers my mouth with her hand. She raises a finger up to silence me and points somewhere past me.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I’m not sure what her plan is, but I’ll let her stay where she is for as long as she wants. Faith turns to check </span><span class="s2">both sides</span><span class="s2"> and whispers, “Make that five more left.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What now?” I ask before she drops her face to my neck.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">She muffles a whisper, “Someone’s behind us. Be. </span><span class="s2">Still.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://AE9362AF-7A30-47E9-9EA6-16219DE65717/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Playlist:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><</span><span class="s2">iframe</span><span class="s2"> src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify:user:1294278841:playlist:28sYhz3CCQmgn2jQ9Xp7AL" width="300" height="380" </span><span class="s2">frameborder</span><span class="s2">="0"</span><span class="s2">allowtransparency</span><span class="s2">="true"></</span><span class="s2">iframe</span><span class="s2">></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Character Casting:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://B5ADAB89-4D94-4851-87DF-3D08A1999F93/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Favorite Quotes:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You can’t marry that guy, Faith.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“And why not?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The words in my mouth are going to get me in trouble, but I have nothing else to lose at this point.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“You don’t love him.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“What?” She sounds like the wind has been knocked out of her lungs and tears form a pool in her eyes. “You have no idea what I feel for him.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">She takes a sip of her drink and smiles. “Does she love you or hate you?”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I think it probably depends on the day.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"></span><span class="s2">“I was looking forward to shooting you,” she smiles and bats her eyes, feigning innocence.</span> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Me, too,” I say with a straight face.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“The idea of you always made me excited, but the reality of you in my life and in my heart is better than anything I could imagine.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“I see a future, and I want it with her.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">"You deserve more than an open relationship, Faith. You deserve someone who's going to treat you like a queen. </span><span class="s2">Someone who wants to spend as much time with you as possible and has no desire to be with anyone else, no matter how far apart you are."</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">"Faith Young, you drive me insane. You push every button, pick fights, make me laugh, and impress me with your talent. Somewhere along the way, I fell for you."</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"></span><span class="s2">“Women have to be the most confusing beings on the planet.”</span> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Hell no, I saw it in her eyes. She wants a ride on the Jett.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Other books by T.K. Rapp</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Mine to Lose (Mine to Love #1) – Released Jan 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://8BB912A5-A2AE-4E05-912B-F93646C91C2C/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What happens when the fairy tale ends before it even begins?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Three years, two graduations, an engagement and a move to another, </span><span class="s2">Emogen</span><span class="s2"> and Ryan are more in love than ever. He’s the one man she never expected to have and the only man she’s determined to keep. He’s her forever, and there’s nothing she wouldn’t do for him.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Almost, that is.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Ryan announces that he’s accepted a job offer that requires yet another move. Angry he didn’t discuss his decision with her first, </span><span class="s2">Emogen</span><span class="s2"> refuses to pack up and follow. She has a career, too, and she’s not ready to give it up.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Although determined to make the long distance thing work, their lives and careers begin to take a toll on the relationship, leaving them to wonder if they’re doing the right thing.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Sometimes love isn’t enough.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When you lose the one thing you are certain of, will you fight to get it back? Or will you let it go?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Mine-Lose-Love-Book-ebook/dp/B00HRMDDYY/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405712143&sr=8-1&keywords=Mine+to+Lose"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/mine-to-lose-tk-rapp/1118027245?ean=2940148182405&itm=1&usri=mine+to+lose"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">_______________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Being There – Released July 2013</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://7CEDE856-DC34-47F2-B057-CB7E170BAE37/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Cass Howard was young, she never dreamed she would have the perfect job, living in New York, with an amazing man by her side.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">That’s a good thing…because none of that ever happened.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Drew Alexander was the one person who knew Cass better than almost anyone, and the friendship that developed in high school carried them to college. Despite the distance, their bond grew stronger, revealing to each of them what they meant to each other. A series of fleeting moments and a string of failed relationships helped them realize that what they really wanted, what they needed, was each other.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">But that was five years </span><span class="s2">ago,</span><span class="s2"> and sometimes things just don’t work out.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Now twenty-five, Cass finds herself living in Houston, working at a small publishing house as an editor.</span><span class="s2"> By most accounts, she appears </span><span class="s2">happy,</span><span class="s2"> however she has managed to avoid a true relationship, opting to channel all of her energy on work, despite protests from her best friend.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The only thing that can drag her away is the annual girls’ weekend, which comes at the best possible time, because Cass has just learned life-altering news. With the most recent blow to her life looming overhead, will the getaway with her closest friends change her outlook on life? Or will her inability to put the past behind her stifle any chance she has of moving on? Will she ever be able to open up and let those who love her be there for her?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Being-There-T-K-Rapp-ebook/dp/B00DR735T6/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1405712227&sr=8-1&keywords=Being+There+Rapp"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Amazon</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/being-there-tk-rapp/1116156997?ean=9781490559728&itm=1&usri=being+there+rapp"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Barnes & Noble</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Interview:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">What inspired you to begin writing? Have you always wanted to be a writer</span><span class="s2">?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was a reader as a kid, but by the time I got to high school, I hated it - because I had to do it all the time. I started reading again a few years ago and fell in love with Slammed by Colleen Hoover. Something about that story just got me. So that's what got me inspired.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I was always journaling and my mind was always working. Funny you ask this, because I was just telling my mom that I remember daydreaming fantastical romances, how they played out, the makeup and breakup of it all. I never wrote them down. It wasn't until about 9 years ago, I started writing short stories and poems, but nothing came of them. In fact, I still have the file, but since it was password protected, I can't access them. LOL! I guess that's a sign they were no good. :-p</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Who is your favorite character you’ve ever written, and why?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">OH DAMN!! Okay, let me think!</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The obvious answer for me is Cass, because she is my first. So much of her personality and inner struggles with who she is, I've been there.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Then there's Jett - okay, clearly I'm not a dude, but I can be obnoxious and annoying like that. When I was growing up, I loved to make others uncomfortable by talking about sex and saying inappropriate things. I LOVE writing Jett, because he's fun! People want Jett's story, and I want to write it. I KNOW it. But I'm so worried about not doing him justice.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">If you HAD to choose between your male characters, which would you choose?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I love all of them! </span><span class="s2">(Except Brad!)</span><span class="s2"> But if I HAD to pick, I'm going to say Drew. He's strong, says what he wants and wears his heart on his sleeve. There was something about him that was imperfectly perfect. He just makes me smile.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">What’s on the horizon for T.K. Rapp?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">LOTS!! </span><span class="s2">LoL</span><span class="s2">! I have 4 other stories in my head, but I can't walk and chew gum at the same time. So for now, I'm working on an untitled YA story inspired by my girls. They want so badly to read my books, so this one is for the older - high school - versions of them. I'm really excited about this one! I also have 3 signings coming up this year, so maybe I'll get to meet some people!</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Rapid questions –</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite musician?</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s2">The </span><span class="s2">Avett</span><span class="s2"> Brothers or Mumford & Sons.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite movie?</span><span class="s2"> SHIT! Um! </span><span class="s2">Off the top of my head "Dazed & Confused."</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite book?</span><span class="s2"> Toss up! "Slammed" or "In the Band"</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite quote?</span><span class="s2"> "Laugh at what you did today, it's all been done before." Tripping Daisy! (I love them!!)</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Favorite color?</span><span class="s2"> Teal</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://85A0F7F8-C67A-460F-B813-06D28B6D010A/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Info:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">T.K. Rapp is a Texas girl born and raised. She earned a B.A. in Journalism from Texas </span><span class="s2">A&M</span><span class="s2"> and it was there that she met the love of her life. He had a contract with the U.S. Navy that would take them across both coasts, and ultimately land them back home in Texas.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Upon finally settling in Texas, T.K. worked as a graphic designer and photographer for the family business that her mom started years earlier. She was able to infuse her creativity and passion, into something she enjoyed, but something was still missing. There was a voice in the back of her head that told her to write, so write, she did. And, somewhere on an external hard drive, are several stories she started and never finished.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Now at home, raising her two daughters, T.K. has more time to do the things she loves, which includes photography and writing. When she’s not doing one of those, she can be found with her family, which keeps her busy. She enjoys watching her kids in their various sporting activities (i.e. doing the soccer mom thing), having Sunday breakfast at her parent’s house, singing out loud and out of key or dancing like a fool. She loves raunchy humor, gossip blogs and a good book.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/authorTKRapp"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Facebook</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://www.twitter.com/TKAM78"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Twitter</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="http://tkrapp.weebly.com/"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Website</span></a><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;"> | </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7159694.T_K_Rapp?from_search=true"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Goodreads</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Giveaway:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><a id="rc-9d7b15be26" class="</span><span class="s2">rafl</span><span class="s2">"</span><span class="s2">href</span><span class="s2">="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/9d7b15be26/"</span><span class="s2">rel</span><span class="s2">="</span><span class="s2">nofollow</span><span class="s2">">a </span><span class="s2">Rafflecopter</span><span class="s2"> giveaway</a></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><</span><span class="s2">script</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s2">src</span><span class="s2">="//widget.rafflecopter.com/load.js"></script></span></span></p></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://06BED941-4624-4336-989F-2CA0654A67C9/imagejpeg"></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-2766943191681365282014-07-26T10:01:00.001-04:002014-07-26T10:01:00.875-04:00Tour & Giveaway "Song Chaser"<div><img src="webkit-fake-url://F6BE7E88-F557-4AFB-88A1-931186F8A850/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Title: Song Chaser</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Series: Chasers #2</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author: Kandi Steiner</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release Date: July 1, 2014</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Find on </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/20881641-song-chaser"><span class="s4" style="font-weight: bold;">Goodreads</span></a></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://35A65A72-E95D-42C7-927E-A2DAAC71CBDB/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Synopsis:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">For more than a year, Tanner West has tried to shake his feelings for his long time best friend, Paisley Bronson. She was the perfect girl to fit the lyrics in all his favorite songs – the girl he had always wanted. When she fell in love with another man before Tanner had the chance to tell her how he felt, he was left with no resolve to find love again. Burying himself in school and easy girls has become his new lifestyle, but when </span><span class="s2">Kellee</span><span class="s2">Brooks shows up at his favorite bar, he begins to think there may be anothe</span><span class="s2">r verse to his song, after all.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Kellee</span><span class="s2"> Brooks moved to New York City for one thing: escape. Growing up in a small town where her entire life was planned out for her, she’s desperate to break free and find herself without following the same path as her mom. </span><span class="s2">Kellee</span><span class="s2"> thought working at the local dive bar would mean more money for school, but when she meets the smoldering, scarred honey eyes of Tanner West, she finds there’s much more hiding in the smoky</span><span class="s2"> building than just a few tips.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">With Paisley still haunting Tanner and </span><span class="s2">Kellee</span><span class="s2"> vowing to save anyone the trouble of loving her, will the pain and fear keep them apart – or will they find a way </span><span class="s2">to rewrite their song together?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Break free with this heartbreaking story of letting go and letting love in.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Buy links:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://amzn.to/1z4C4Nx"><span class="s6">Amazon</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/Tz7PgC"><span class="s6">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1z4C400"><span class="s6">Kobo</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://433E6FF0-60D3-4234-A27B-7907B87740B5/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">Excerpts:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt 1 –</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Benny shakes his head and slams his fist down on the bar, “Sal! Can I get another whiskey for my friend here? Put it on my tab. And if you’ve got any happy pills back there, slide those in, too.” He nudges me in the ribs and I laugh, pushing him off me. Sal was already working on my drink, but at least it won’t be on my tab now.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Alright, alright, I get it. I’ll</span><span class="s2"> put on my fucking happy face.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“’Atta boy,” he laughs. “And don’t think you’re getting out of singing tonight. You haven’t </span><span class="s2">sang</span><span class="s2"> in over a year and we’re breaking</span><span class="s2"> that streak tonight.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I nod to Sal as he sets down my fresh</span><span class="s2"> glass, “Keep dreaming, Benny.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Aw, Tanner, please! I miss that dreamy voice of yours,” Charlie says, her voice low and seductive. She traces her finger along my bicep and I shake her off. She’s beautiful, in an easy target kind of way, but I’m not in th</span><span class="s2">e mood to put up with her shit.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Well you’ll have to keep on missing it. I’ll drink all the whiskey you feed me, but I’m not singing.” I haven’t sang since I left Orlando that day, after calling Corbin and telling him the truth about Paisley – the real truth. I told him that she was crazy about him, that we were just friends, and tha</span><span class="s2">t he’d be insane to let her go.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">And as much as I knew it would make her hap</span><span class="s2">py, it still fucking killed me.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">What I had told him before that was that Paisley had kissed me –</span><span class="s2">that</span><span class="s2"> she loved me and not him and he was just another se</span><span class="s2">t of tags to hang on her chain.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Yeah, I know it was shitty, b</span><span class="s2">ut I was desperate to keep her.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I didn’t know what else to do.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">But, after I saw how hurt Paisley was when I told her that’s what I had said and after she walked out on me – I knew I had to make things right. I called him that morning he was supposed to get on a plane to go back to his base and laid out the truth. I even told him I was a fucking idiot who was trying to save the woman I loved for myself even if it wasn’t what she wanted. Corbin, surprisingly, understood – but </span><span class="s2">in the end he got Paisley back.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">And I got a broken heart.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Why won’t you sing?” I hear a smooth, almost angelic voice coo behind me. I turn in my barstool and literally choke on my drink. Sal has moved down to the other end of the bar and standing in his place is a fucking angel. No shit, this girl is glowing. Her long, sandy blonde hair is falling all around her and her soft eyes are like two illuminated wells pulling me in deep. I can’t see what color they are, which kind of intrigues me, but what</span><span class="s2"> I notice most is her freckles.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Damn, I have never seen freckles </span><span class="s2">that sexy before.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Are you okay?” she asks, tucking her hair half behind her ear.</span><span class="s2">Probably because I choked on my drink and still</span><span class="s2"> haven’t found one word to say.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I set my whiskey on the bar and turn to completely face her, “I’d be better if I knew your name.” I turn my game on and break out the half smile, the one that usually lands a gi</span><span class="s2">rl in my bed within a few hours.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“I’ll tell you my name if you sing,” her brow arches as she grabs the white towel hanging off her shoulder and begins drying a glass. She’s dressed modestly in a pair of jeans and a bright yellow tank top, but her skin looks freshly tanned and a sliver of skin just above her hip bones makes me want to trace it with my fingers and </span><span class="s2">send goose bumps down her body.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“How about you tell me your name, and if you’re lucky, I’ll sing to you later when you’re in my bed?” I know it’s a cocky line. Hell, for once I feel a little stupid saying it, but in all honesty I’m a guy, and this girl looks like the perfect distraction from Paisley. Still, I can tell this girl is different, and I somehow feel embarrassed that the</span><span class="s2"> words tumbled out of my mouth.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">As I thought, she rolls her eyes and swings the towel back over her shoulder before leaning across the bar. “Trust me, honey. If you got me in bed, you wouldn’t be </span><span class="s2">able to speak, let alone sing.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">The corners of my mouth turn up as she pushes back from the bar. Her eyes are challenging mine, and damn if I don’t like a challenge.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">____________________</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://A5B0BF27-0D30-4CFA-A555-886BEC70A637/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://4D59D6A9-2FF1-42C9-969B-4FE2C8BB37DA/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Excerpt 2 –</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">My heart feels like it’s about to beat right out of my chest. Tanner is looking at me like he’s not good enough to touch me and like he can’t keep his fucking hands off me all at the same time. I inhale deep, my breath shaky as I try to find the words to say. I want to talk about it more – about what she is to him, about when she’s coming and what I’m going to have to deal with – but right now all I can think about is how his hands feel on my waist, and how I wish he would touch every in</span><span class="s2">ch of my body with those hands.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Kiss me,” I breathe.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Tanner doesn’t waste another second. His lips find mine, soft and gentle at first, but then a fire consumes us both and I’m biting his neck as he lifts me from my chair. He kisses down my collarbone and then back up to my ear, sending chills cascading down my arms and legs. I moan softly, running my fingers through his hair and tugging a little as I pull his lips back to mine. He slides his tongue between my lips and takes my mouth, deepening the kis</span><span class="s2">s as his hands explore my body.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“How long until di</span><span class="s2">nner?” he pants between kisses.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Maybe twenty minute</span><span class="s2">s.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“That’ll do,” he rep</span><span class="s2">lies, carrying me to the couch.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tanner’s hands are hungry as he positions himself on top of me, pulling the straps of my tank top down to kiss my shoulders. He nips and sucks softly, trailing a line from my shoulders, to my neck, across my collar bone, and back again. Slowly, he kisses a little lower, sucking at the swell just above the hem of my top. I inhale sharply, my fingers gripping his hair.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“You taste so sweet,” he mumbles against my skin, lighting it on fire. He lifts my shirt and slowly kisses down my stomach, stopping just above the hem of my shorts. He blazes a trail of fire with his tongue from one hip to the other, working the buttons and zipper until he has my shorts loose enough to pull down my shaking legs and throw across the room. He smiles up at me, his sexy half grin silently killing me, and then he completely takes my breath away – because he pulls</span><span class="s2"> my panties off with his teeth.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">With.</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s2">His.</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s7" style="font-style: italic;">Teeth</span><span class="s2">.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Suddenly, my heart is beating in my throat. I’m not a virgin, but I’m definitely </span><span class="s2">no where</span><span class="s2"> near as experienced as Tanner, no matter how cocky my façade may be. My legs are shaking uncontrollably and I feel it start to move up to my hands. Tanner stops kissing my thighs and looks up at</span><span class="s2"> me, concern laden on his face.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Are you okay?” he asks, moving to position </span><span class="s2">himself</span><span class="s2"> on top of me again. He brushes the hair from my face and pulls my shaking hand to his lips, kissing my fingers softly as he waits for me to rep</span><span class="s2">ly.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I nod, though not confidently. “I hate admitting this to you,</span><span class="s2"> but I’m not that experienced.”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">He smiles devilishly, his eyes lighting the fire in my stomach again. “You think I don’t know that? Why d</span><span class="s2">o you think I’m going so </span><span class="s2">slow</span><span class="s2">?”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I let out of a puff</span><span class="s2"> of air, “This is slow?”</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">His grin grows wider, “Trust me – if I had it my way, your ankles would have been on my shoulders the first night I saw you.”</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Character Casting:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://68D128DF-645F-4FC4-946D-3C5AC33D1426/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://35AF77A5-F782-4A49-83D4-54E578245245/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">What people are </span><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline;">saying:</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Tanner--oh, God, just saying his name makes me all kinds of swoony. He wedged his way into my heart, and I don'</span><a name="_GoBack"></a><span class="s2">t ever want him to go.” – Cassie Gra</span><span class="s2">ham, author of Unable to Resist</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Every twist and turn is an amazing roller coaster ride.” – </span><span class="s2">As</span><span class="s2">hlei</span><span class="s2">Davison, </span><span class="s2">The</span><span class="s2"> Book Hoarders</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“</span><span class="s2">Song Chaser is a butterfly-inducing and achingly beautiful story of figuring out what is right for you and fighting to make it your</span><span class="s2">s.” – </span><span class="s2">Kellee</span><span class="s2"> Fabre, Beta Reader</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“FUN, SEXY, and oh so YUM</span><span class="s2">MY!”</span><span class="s2"> – Sara Butler, Beta Reader</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“It was beautiful. I hate to admit it (don't kill me Corbin!! I LOVE YOU BOO!) </span><span class="s2">but</span><span class="s2"> I seriously loved Song Chaser more than Tag Chaser.” – Sam </span><span class="s2">Stettner</span><span class="s2">, Sammie’s Book Club</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“…a definite must read and a page turner!” – Kristen Novo, Beta Reader</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“…you may want to turn the air down because this book definitely turns up the heat</span><span class="s2">!” – Monique Boone, Beta Reader</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“5 stars!”</span><span class="s2"> – Charmaine</span><span class="s2"> Butler, Mummy’s Naughty Corner</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“Song Chaser is a great story on how 2 people can overcome their pasts and make a song of their own. </span><span class="s2">4 smooc</span><span class="s2">hes!”</span><span class="s2"> – Sarah, Red Cheeks Reads</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“5 out of 5 stars (and another 5 for superior hotness)!”</span><span class="s2"> – Shannon, My Secret Book Spot</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“This story will have you cheesy smiling, tearing up, mad, sad – every emotion will be brought out. READ THIS SERIES!” </span><span class="s2">–</span><span class="s2">Lyndsie</span><span class="s2">, Mean Girls Luv Books</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">“You will laugh, cry and want to slap the crap out of Tanner a couple of times; I guarantee it! 5 *WINK* READ!</span><span class="s2">” – Jessi, Book Flirts by Jessi</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">“Kandi Steiner has done it again….only even better.” – Booked on Romance</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://20FFD5EC-030D-46D0-BE89-907E4CECAB6D/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Playlist:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><</span><span class="s2">iframe</span><span class="s2"> src="https://embed.spotify.com/?uri=spotify:user:1265039739:playlist:39z5BlIWd9WdALGL1UYf7X" width="300" height="380" </span><span class="s2">frameborder</span><span class="s2">="0"></</span><span class="s2">iframe</span><span class="s2">></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://C0C28DBD-E735-4B52-9AF6-B59C40DB8AA6/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Interview:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">Who inspired you t</span><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold;">o start writing?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">My mom, definitely.</span><span class="s2"> She's actually very into reading like I am and is a great writer herself. I hope to one day convince her to write a novel, too. She inspired me when I was very young and encouraged me to pursue my love of writing, no matter what. Everything I've written from awful love poems in high school (yuck!) to decent pieces in college, sh</span><span class="s2">e has always been there for me.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Why romance?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Great question! I have no idea. I always pictured myself writing non-fiction or nothing at all, but one of my final capstone courses in college was an advanced fiction course that really turned me on to the possibilities of creating a story. Why romance specifically? Well, we could blame it on my husband for showing me love so early in life, but it's probably more Disney's fault than anyone else's. I'm a girl, I love to love, what could be better than romance writing?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">How do you write your novels?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Sporadically and without any structure at all.</span><span class="s2"> Sometimes I'll be driving and I'll whip out my phone and record something to write down later. Sometimes I'll write a scene and sometimes I'll just write about my character to get to know them better. Eventually, I sit down and map everything out so that I don't forget anything (blonde moments are a habit for me) and then I slowly start piecing it all together. It makes sense to me, but if I told any of my professo</span><span class="s2">rs this they might kill me </span><span class="s2">lol</span><span class="s2">.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When did you know you wanted to write a novel?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Honestly, it hit me out of the blue. I got the idea for Tag Chaser when I was in the shower and I just couldn't shake it. I was dreaming about the characters, writing random scenes in my head, and just thinking about them constantly. I decided it was a sign to stop being so scared of failure and just write it. The way I see it, the worst thing that could happen is no one likes it - and in that case it will still be loved </span><span class="s2">by me and that's what matters.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Why should readers pick up Tag Chaser?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Tag Chaser is a unique story that I think hasn’t been told yet. Often times we fall in love with characters </span><span class="s2">who</span><span class="s2"> are so perfect, either individually or for each other. Tag Chaser is about exploring our imperfections and learning not to fight that chemistry that sometimes we just feel, whether it’s easy or not. I think anyone who reads Tag Chaser will laugh and love, and those are both two very beautiful things.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Chaser Series by Kandi Steiner:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://AC4CC28C-D049-4E54-8192-886D36F8BD7C/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="font-weight: bold; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Tag Chaser (Chasers #1) – Released October 2013</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Paisley Bronson is a 27 year old successful advertising professional, but the most exciting part of her life happens outside of work. Claiming the life of a Tag Chaser toward the end of her college career has taught her one thing: Never get too close. She has enjoyed her dating lifestyle, but when her best friend makes a bet that she won't ever be able to date a normal guy, her competitive nature takes control and</span><span class="s2"> she vows to change the game.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">When Paisley meets the incredibly handsome and practically perfect Corbin Ray, she begins to think keeping her word might be easier than she thought. But when an accidental discovery reveals that Corbin is in the Army, she knows she must run the other way and never look back. Although it kills her, she aims to move o</span><span class="s2">n and look for a new prospect.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">T</span><span class="s2">here's just one small problem.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Paisley's been assigned a new client at work, and his name is Corbin Ray.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Will Paisley and Corbin give in to the chemistry between them, or will their past and present </span><span class="s2">complications keep them apart?</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Fall in love with this fun and irresistibly naughty game of cat and mouse.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Tag-Chaser-Chasers-Kandi-Steiner-ebook/dp/B00FULWD6I/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1401811261&sr=8-1&keywords=tag+chaser"><span class="s6">Amazon</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1ghKG8a"><span class="s6">Barnes & Noble</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1d0hHDD"><span class="s6">Kobo</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://bit.ly/1paEuHa"><span class="s6">Playlist</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Info:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://83DA30CA-1CE8-4D82-A339-276AB7AAA610/imagejpeg"></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Kandi Steiner is a Creative Writing and Advertising/Public Relations graduate from the University of Central Florida living in Tampa with her husband. Kandi works full time as a social media specialist, but also works part time as a Zumba fitness in</span><span class="s2">structor and blackjack dealer.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Kandi started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a </span><span class="s2">die hard</span><span class="s2"> hopeless romantic (like most girl</span><span class="s2">s brought up on Disney movies).</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Kandi isn’t working or writing, you can find her reading books of all kinds, talking with her extremely vocal cat, and spending time with her friends and family. She enjoys beach days, movie marathons, live music, craft beer and sweet wine – not necessarily in that order.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/kandisteiner"><span class="s6">Facebook</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://www.twitter.com/kandisteiner"><span class="s6">Twitter</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="http://www.kandisteiner.com/"><span class="s6">Website</span></a><span class="s2"> | </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7319216.Kandi_Steiner"><span class="s6">Goodreads</span></a></span></font></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://4F90F1A7-477B-4B4E-98E9-C6ACFC1ABC74/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s5" style="font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Giveaway:</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><a id="rc-3ecc458" class="</span><span class="s2">rafl</span><span class="s2">"</span><span class="s2">href</span><span class="s2">="http://www.rafflecopter.com/rafl/display/3ecc458/"</span><span class="s2">rel</span><span class="s2">="</span><span class="s2">nofollow</span><span class="s2">">a </span><span class="s2">Rafflecopter</span><span class="s2"> giveaway</a></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><</span><span class="s2">script</span><span class="s2"> </span><span class="s2">src</span><span class="s2">="//widget.rafflecopter.com/load.js"></script></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://A1D7A634-E4D2-4A95-AE60-499763059D3F/imagepng"></p></div>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-40588151243150973182014-07-25T18:39:00.001-04:002014-07-25T18:39:30.025-04:00Release day "Her Dom" by A.D. Justice<p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="webkit-fake-url://D9C54774-4598-4C5E-AC6B-E1D736B8F9E9/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Her Dom</b></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>A.D. Justice</b></span></p><p class="s6" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px;"><span class="s7" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Release Date: July 25, 2014</span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Purchase Links</b></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"></span></p><blockquote type="cite"><div class="WordSection1" style="page: WordSection1;"><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amazon US: <a href="http://amzn.to/1z9FAVQ">http://amzn.to/1z9FAVQ</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amazon UK: <a href="http://amzn.to/1lB7kdN">http://amzn.to/1lB7kdN</a><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Amazon CA: <a href="http://amzn.to/Ur7lKd">http://amzn.to/Ur7lKd</a></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0.0001pt;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">B&N: <a href="http://bit.ly/1rA81tB">http://bit.ly/1rA81t</a></span></p></div></blockquote><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://C6AE021E-D4FD-4A34-8603-458F67DE9DB0/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">My name is Dominic Powers. My software engineering company, DPS, is one of the top 500 companies in the world. Conducting a search for my Personal Assistant brought an unexpected candidate straight to me.</span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8">I knew she was different as soon as she walked into my high-rise office. She exuded innocence and inexperience. Those are two things in a woman that normally don’t attract me, but I am apparently making an exception for her. She’s young and delicate – and I’m afraid she won’t make it in my world. </span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8">But the carnal man I’ve kept hidden deep inside me says I have to try. </span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8">She is my Sophia Vasco.</span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8"><br></span><span class="s8">I am Her Dom.</span></span></p><p class="s9" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s12" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><font color="#000000"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/22402806-her-dom?ac=1">Goodreads</a></font></span></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://7DE90EB9-F6AC-4DEB-9F55-98E1362F5007/imagepng"></p><p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Teasers</b></span></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0); -webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"> </span><img src="webkit-fake-url://29A46188-2C06-4128-AE69-F6E844CEAEC0/imagejpeg" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue Light', HelveticaNeue-Light, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><img src="webkit-fake-url://CB84E12A-96BF-4092-B2D8-75CCD2CD0024/imagejpeg"></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><br></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>About the Author</b></span></p><p class="s4" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; text-align: center;"></p><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8">I am happily married to a wonderful man and we celebrate our 24th wedding </span><span class="s8">anniversary</span><span class="s8">this year.</span></span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s8"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s8"><div style="text-align: start;">We have two sons in college and we are so proud of them both!</div></span><span class="s8"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></span><span class="s8"><div style="text-align: start;"><span class="s8">I work full time as a manager but write as a means to escape into another world. I </span><span class="s8">have loved books for as long as I can remember. That was a trait passed on to me by my Daddy. I remember spending many hours in book stores growing up.</span></div></span></span><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><br></span></div><div style="text-align: start;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">I hope you enjoy the stories and will go on these journeys with me!</span></div><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a name="_GoBack"><div style="text-align: start;"><br></div></a><span class="s8"><div style="text-align: start;">Thanks for reading!</div></span></span><p></p><p class="s5" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px;"><span class="s3" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Contact A.D. Justice</span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><font color="#000000"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><a href="http://adjusticebooks.com/"><span class="s12">Website</span></a><span class="s8"> | </span><a href="http://www.amazon.com/A.-D.-Justice/e/B00HNW4RPM/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1405653992&sr=8-1"><span class="s12">Amazon</span></a><span class="s8"> | </span><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7277707.A_D_Justice"><span class="s12">Goodreads</span></a><span class="s8"> | </span><a href="https://www.facebook.com/adjusticeauthor"><span class="s12">Facebook</span></a><span class="s8"> | </span><a href="https://twitter.com/adjustice1"><span class="s12">Twitter</span></a><span class="s8"></span></span></font></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><img src="x-apple-ql-id://52450BEF-76C1-4BC0-B403-B7A004B98F1F/x-apple-ql-magic/C294CD56-1544-44D0-AAAF-F4B48B4196F0.png" class="s16" style="width: 231px; height: 107px;"></span></p><p class="s4" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p>Wendy Dawnhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12240796435113699358noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5310416671193064359.post-70536578110462043562014-07-24T08:45:00.001-04:002014-07-24T08:45:12.062-04:00Tour "Carol's Image"<img src="webkit-fake-url://F2491700-ABF3-4514-807E-645542F66491/imagejpeg"><div><br></div><div><p class="s3" style="text-align: start; margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><b>Carol’s Image</b></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Detective Tom Rivers first meets beautiful Carol Fletcher, he thinks he has been visited by an angel. The gentle ER nurse attending him after an accident, captivates him and when she slips away, he searches diligently to find her. A man used to getting what he wants, Tom works to earn Carol’s trust, knowing that she is the woman for him.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Carol</span><span class="s2">,</span><span class="s2"> having grown up with her parent’s manipulations, is determined to make her own way and be</span><span class="s2">come</span><span class="s2"> her own person. She holds a secret and is cautious about giving in to the charms of any man, particularly the persuasive detective.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">But once she gives him a chance, she finds acceptance as well as love in his arms. </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">When Carol becomes the object of a stalker’s infatuation, Tom vows to keep her safe. When the stalker’s intentions turns deadly, Tom is determined to stop at nothing to bring her back to safety.</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Will Tom be able to </span><span class="s2">rescue her before it is too late? </span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Will Carol finally see the beautiful image that everyone else see?</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"> </span></p></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://AD2E6CE0-9AA3-4B83-95EF-171FEBF0AF59/imagepng"></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://DDCA53D1-7742-4474-BE31-8EA7030B36BE/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://5748A407-652B-4C96-B1E5-6B2BAB973AF1/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><img src="webkit-fake-url://7F82DAA4-03E9-4668-920E-4EF5A3942791/imagejpeg"></div><div><br></div><div><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Author Information</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span class="s2" style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);">Maryann Jordan</span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">I am an avid reader of romance novels, often joking that I cut my teeth on the old bodice rippers. I have been reading and reviewing for years. </span><span class="s2">In 2013, I started the book blog, Lost in Romance Books and promoted indie authors, as well as beta read, basic editing and proofing books. </span><span class="s2"> In 2014, I finally gave in to the characters in my head, screaming for their story to be told. From these musings, my first novel, Emma’s Home, The Fairfield Series Book 1 was born. </span><span class="s2"><br></span><span class="s2">I am a high school counselor having worked in education for thirty years. I live in Virginia, having also lived in four states and two foreign countries. I have been married to a wonderfully patient man for thirty two years and am the mother to two adult daughters. When writing, my dog or one of my four cats can generally be found in the same room if not on my lap.</span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2"><br></span></span></p><p class="s2" style="margin-top: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px;"><span style="-webkit-text-size-adjust: auto; background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span class="s2">Please take time to leave a review of this book (on </span><span class="s2">Goodreads</span><span class="s2">, Amazon</span><a name="_GoBack"></a><span class="s2">). 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