Bristol is trying to move on from a cheating ex. The last thing she wants are roses, gifts, and suggestive notes popping up at her apartment and at work.
When Bristol meets Mason—a charming and sweet guy who wants a chance with her—she’s convinced that he is the mystery guy trying to capture her heart. The thought fizzles when what appeared to be harmless turns into something much more terrifying, and Bristol realizes that Mason isn’t capable of such things—not in his position.
Bristol’s secret admirer is determined to have her for himself, no matter what. Will she have the courage to fight?
Shane Morgan is a bestselling author of contemporary romance, suspense, and urban fantasy. She lives in the beautiful town of Narragansett, Rhode Island with her amazing husband, who doesn’t mind being surrounded by books or inspiring the male characters in her stories. Aside from writing, Shane enjoys blogging, reading, listening to music and watching movies.
Angela Del Carlo has been living half a life, ever since he walked out on her, shattering her entire existence and leaving her to cope with picking up the fragments. Nothing seems to matter much anymore, and her life is a drab existence of work, run, repeat. She’s forgotten how to laugh, how to love, and even how to live. Most days she’s little more than a ghost.
Nick Manning’s life has been one lived without compromise, without rules, and without regrets. Except for his one weakness, his one regret – Angela. What he did to her still tugs at his conscience, still fills him with remorse, and continues to haunt his dreams. But he stays away, knowing that he can never be the man she needs or give her what she deserves.
But when fate intervenes and Angela’s and Nick’s paths cross again, she’s determined not to surrender her soul to the devil ever again, while he’s desperate to have his angel back in his arms – even if it means changing the rules to get it done.
About Janet Nissenson
Janet is a lifelong resident of the San Francisco Bay Area, and currently resides on the northern California coast with her husband Steve and Golden Retriever Max. She worked for more than two decades in the financial services industry before turning her focus to producing running events. She is a former long-distance runner, current avid yoga practitioner, is addicted to Pinterest, likes to travel and read. She has been writing for more than three decades but Serendipity is her first official published work. She plans five more books in the Inevitable series, with each one a standalone with new lead characters, so no cliffhangers or waiting months to see what happens next!
I have absolutely loved this series so far and Shattered has once again blown me away. We have met Angela previously in this series and she has been a character I have been really intrigued by. Something in her life has obviously “shattered” her and caused her to live life as a shell of a person. Rather than living, she is just simply existing and this book gives you her story. We have met her as the miserable friend of both Julia and her twin sister Lauren and her constant state of being on autopilot and not having fun has featured heavily in their lives.
As the run up to this novel, we see her changing in the novella All You Need is Love when she meets a new man in her life. I love how the glimpses we have seen of her in the other books in the series have been retold from her point of view! It has tied the characters together brilliantly.
So we know that Angela is broken but until we have her side of the story, we don’t realise just how broken she is and how this has happened. It is evident that someone broke her heart, well more than broke it. They shattered it. And when she finally begins to pull herself round and tries living life again, the heartbreak rears its ugly head again when Nick reappears in her life.
The dual perspective of the book really gives you a chance to get to know the characters and much as I really wanted to hate Nick, I could see he is also dealing with his own kind of demons that he needs to exorcise.
One great telling point for me was the way that the book is split into three parts, one dealing with the past, the present and Nick’s perspective of the future. You get to see how this relation ship originally developed and then splintered followed by Angela’s years of heartache and then Nick’s attempts to make things right.
I won’t go into details of how why or when but needled to say this is a slightly more dark tale of romance (if you can call it that, especially to begin with) and a fantastic journey of two souls who both have their individual issues to deal with. The characters are both equally well developed and I really loved the fact that although there are many walls between them, you can feel the connection they have every time they are together. Despite what the characters may say, the prose around their dialogue and their individual perspectives frustrate you but also endear you to their path to being together.
I have loved every book in this series and this is no exception. Five Shattered stars from me and I am waiting in anticipation for Lauren’s story. This is another thread to the series that definitely needs closure for me!
Book Title: Determined (Book One in the Determined Series) Author: Elizabeth Brown Genre: Erotic Romance Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Samantha Sharp always knew her direction in life. Do well in school, attend a top university, graduate with honors. Having secured a plum gallery job right after graduation, she was well on her way to accomplishing her goals. That is, until a chance meeting with a handsome stranger made her question her life’s entire course.
Billionaire David Keith was sexy, successful, and on the wish list of every woman in San Francisco. Sam knew it was dangerous to hope she was different than all the women David normally dated, but for the first time, success wasn’t the only thing on Samantha’s mind. Would this distraction be her undoing?
When I returned to the bedroom, David was upright in bed, dressed in his own matching white terry cloth robe, checking his phone. He put the phone on the nightstand and turned toward me.
“Is one of your companies in the robe business?” I joked, climbing into the huge bed.
“My companies? You’ve been doing your homework, Ms. Sharp.”
“Just a little internet research”
“I see.” Was he egging me on?
“I wanted to make sure you weren’t a psychopath,” I explained, sweetly.
“And what else did you find out, Ms. Sharp?” he looked at me with lightness in his eyes. I think he was amused.
“Just that you run a very successful venture capital company, and that you have a reputation as quite the ladies’ man …” I trailed off, indicating that perhaps he could address the rumors. He looked at me hard, flirting with his eyes.
“Well, I do in fact own a very successful venture capital company. And as far as the women, I enjoy them, present company especially.”
“Hmmmmm,” I replied slowly, furrowing my brow. I gave him a confident stare. “Are you always this slick?”
He looked hurt. Or, wait, was he mocking me? I couldn’t tell. Did I offend him? I decided to clarify.
“I mean, you know, with all the ladies you bring back here. You somehow knew that my dress was going to end up on the floor of your bedroom tonight, and look,” I gestured to the pool of sequins, “there it is. You clearly have your routine down, not that I’m complaining …” I trailed off.
His eyes darkened, and his smile faded into a thin line. I stiffened. Crap, was that too far? I didn’t mean to insult him.
He looked away and took a deep breath.
Shit, he is mad. I fucked this up. Way to go, Sharp.You just had the best fucking sex of your life with a hot man-god, and now you’ve blown it. A pit opened in my stomach. I took a deep breath and braced myself.
He turned back to me.
“You seem to have me all figured out, don’t you Ms. Sharp?” His tone was cool and neutral. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking.
“Don’t I?” I tried to project confidence, but I was trembling inside. I wasn’t sure I wanted to hear what was next, but I knew I needed to know. Even if it confirmed what I’d been trying to ignore. If I was going out, at least I was going out guns blazing.
“Well, no, Ms. Sharp.” He stood up and slipped on his boxers before he continued. “Do I go on dates with a lot of women? Yes. In my line of work, I have a variety of social engagements that I must attend as part of my job, and a date is often foisted upon me. Being single and straight in this city also means I am often at the receiving end of every mother and grandmother with a single daughter. Samantha, I am a polite man, and unattached, so I have very few good reasons to refuse a date. So, yes, I do go on a lot of dates. But those dates are different than what is going on here. This,” he gestured to the space between us, “in case you haven’t noticed, Samantha, is electric.”
My heart flew, and I tried desperately to keep a grin from taking over my whole face. He continued.
“Just so we are clear, I do also have sex with some of my dates, kill me, I’m a man. I have needs.” He shrugged his shoulders and sat back on the bed. “But I never bring them here.”
Contemporary Romance writer and self-professed Charlie Hunnam junkie, Elizabeth Brown used to make fun of her mom for reading romance novels.
Now she’s eating her words.
S.L. Schiefer’s Dark Erotica, Warrant, is not your typical love story.
Devon Harper knows two things for certain:
1. She lives to dance.
2. She is a prostitute.
At 18 years old, Devon’s mother went missing and she was suddenly forced into a brutal prostitution ring. In a life plagued with a series of let downs, the only thing constant has been dance. But when an unlikely ally, Enzo, enters her screwed-up life, she wonders if there is hope for her yet. Will striving for a degree in dance help Devon escape the throes of prostitution? Or will it cause her to lose more than ever before?
*Caution: The story of Devon Harper is not a pretty one. It contains disturbing situations, graphic violence, sex, strong language, drug use and all types of abuse.
I got another last minute call today. I have to say, I’m really apprehensive with how the last one went. I’m being reassured by Boss that everything will be fine. But he said that last time too. So I’m not too inclined to listen to him.
And when Boss follows me into the room again, my fear skyrockets. I drop everything I have inside the door and cross my arms over my chest. My favorite defense mechanism.
“What’s on the list of requirements this time?” I know I sound snippy. I don’t even care at this point.
“Well, I’m here to teach you a lesson tonight.” His eyes go cold. I’ve only ever seen that happen a few times. Shit is about to hit the fan.
I know better than to speak unless spoken to him when he like this. It took trial and error for me to figure this out.
“I need you to strip and sit in this chair.” He’s pulling the chair that usually sits in the corner directly in front of the bed. So, doing as I’m told, I start taking off all my clothes and throwing them into a pile off to the side. I’m surprised when he leaves the room, and comes back in with Kameryn. I’m even more surprised to see that she has tears pricking her eyes.
“Kameryn here has been playing both sides. And she didn’t think she would get caught.” He roughly grabs her arm, pushing her toward the bed. “Strip.”
“I-I’m … I’m so sorry. It won’t happen again.” Her sniveling pleas are like nails on a chalkboard as she strips.
“You’re damn right it isn’t going to happen again.” He turns his cold gaze to me.
S.L. was born and raised in a small town in Ohio. She is the biggest Ohio State fan EVER! She’s married with two beautiful boys and a furbaby. A country girl at heart, and has no problem sitting outside by a fire or grabbing guns and target shooting. She works as a hairstylist and assistant manager at SportClips. In her down time, you’ll generally find her relaxing with her Kindle, or trying to entertain the minions.
What’s an alpha to do when he’s found his fated mate, but she reacts to the news by kicking him in the balls?
Gretchen Halbmond became a diehard Daddy’s girl the day her mother ran out on them both. She doesn’t believe in love and isn’t looking for it, but when her ailing father is attacked and left bloody by wolves on the wrong side of the law, she goes out in search of what she does believe in: Justice.
Sheriff Talon Garde has way too much on his plate. Humans have breached shifters’ carefully guarded privacy and are about to go public. If he can’t stop them, what happened to Gretchen’s father is going to be the least of everyone’s worries.
More importantly, despite Talon’s rep as a bad ass alpha whose growl strikes fear in the hearts of criminals, Gretchen’s scent makes him go all squishy inside. She’s THE ONE, he’s sure of it. There’s just that small matter of convincing Gretchen it’s pointless to fight fate…and surviving the way she fights it.
Standalone novel with NO cliffhanger.
NOTE: While this is book 2 of the Huntsville Pack series, all the books are completely standalone. The series does revisit favorite characters, but the plots don’t carry over from book to book, they are resolved at the end of each story.
She gasped when she finally pieced together what she was seeing. Bones. Dozens of them, stripped clean and carefully hung in the brush with rough twine. “Umm, Talon?” She pointed to what looked like a human leg bone.
“Yeah.” He turned back to look at her. Following the direction of her gaze, he leaned down and yanked one of the bones free.
“That’s not good is it?” she asked.
“Nope,” came Talon’s short reply. “But it doesn’t change our plan.” He tossed the bone away and motioned for her to follow him. “Come on. Don’t get sidetracked.”
“He decorates his house with dead things,” she hissed at him. “You don’t think that’s a problem?”
Talon just shrugged. “These bones are so old, they don’t even smell. It’s not an immediate threat.” He turned back to look at her once again. “Or do you want to wait in the car? Is that it? You’re scared?”
Gretchen drew herself up to her full height, which didn’t accomplish much given that Talon was a good head taller than her. Still, she had her pride and he’d just insulted it. She would stand as tall as she could. “I’m not scared. I’m horrified, but not terrified. I’m not going to hide in the car either.”
Talon tapped a finger by his eye. “Then focus, Halbmond. This isn’t the time to get lost in the small details. It’s just the two of us against whatever’s going on here. We can’t afford to get distracted.” He walked on, his stride long and full of purpose. Clearly, he didn’t plan on waiting for her any more.
Gretchen hastened to catch up to him, not wanting to be left alone with Axel’s gruesome lawn ornaments. They crept around to the back of the house, same as they’d done earlier that night with the human monster hunter. This is getting to be a theme, Gretchen thought. One I would prefer to avoid. She could not wait until this was all over and she could get back into a kitchen.
“I’m going to bake a shitload of cookies and cakes when this is over,” she muttered under her breath. By her estimate, she needed to bake a few dozen cookies, a couple of layer cakes and mix some big batches of ice cream to feel normal again.
Talon heard her and gave her a puzzled look. “What are you going on about?”
“Nothing.” Her cheeks grew hot.
“We’re not planning a menu here, okay?”
“I know. It’s just…baking is my coping mechanism.” She bit her lip, worrying it back and forth.
“Bake me some brownies then, but later, okay? Until we’re done here, can we please stay on task?” he asked, his tone aggrieved. Then, his expression softening, he put a thumb on her lower lip and tugged it free from her teeth. Cupping her cheek in his hand, he ran his thumb over her mouth. “Relax, Halbmond. I got this. It’s going to be okay, all right?”
She just nodded, too embarrassed to say anything. Not to mention, the way he’d touched her had been so tender and full of kindness it had rocked her a bit. It set off the same fireworks in her system that their kisses had. Her wolf had perked up, too, very happy with attention from the alpha male she liked so much.
NY Times and USA Today Bestselling author Michelle Fox lives in the Midwest with her husband, kids, the occasional exchange student and two, sweetly disobedient dogs. She loves fantasy and romance, which makes writing paranormal romance a natural fit. Occasionally, she goes through a maverick phase and writes contemporary romance. In her spare time, she’s been known to shake her bon-bon at Zumba, make spectacular cheesecakes, hoard vintage costume jewelry and eat way too much ice cream (Ben and Jerry’s Karamel Sutra for the win!).
Book Title: Iron Butterfly Author: Lisa Wainland Genre: Contemporary Woman’s Fiction Release Date: May 12, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
In an instant, Cassie must put aside all her day-to-day worries: her looks, a job she likes (well deals with), what to wear. At twenty-nine, she receives sudden, life-changing news. She realizes that her everyday life with her fiancé, Jake, was pretty amazing. Who cares about a sarcastic boss or a promotion when losing everything has become a terrifying reality?
Cassie’s shocking news infiltrates the lives of everyone she loves, particularly Jake and her estranged sister, Sandy. Jake wants to be strong for Cassie, but this unexpected turn brings back painful memories—and a terrible secret he’s shared with no one. Sandy, who ran away to pursue stardom, is called home to face those she left behind. The golden child of the family, Sandy fell from her pedestal long ago. Will she be able to face her own failures?
As Cassie struggles against an uncertain future, Jake and Sandy battle with the demons of the past. All three will learn valuable lessons about love, forgiveness and appreciating the days we’re given.
“Mrs. Cassie Morrow,” I said with a flourish, excited at my new title-to-be. “That has a nice ring to it.”
“That’s why I asked you to marry me, you know, just because Cassie Morrow sounded so nice. Think of where we’d be if your name was Kim or Monique…or Morticia.”
“I think we’d have a lot more problems if my name was Morticia.”
“Or if your name was To,” he continued. “What in the world would we do if your name was To?” he said playfully.
“To Morrow. Tomorrow. Very funny,” I said, laughing. “I don’t know if I like where this conversation is going. It started out nice, but somehow I think the sentiment is diminishing.”
“Diminishing? Never. Would you care to join me on the couch?” He extended his hand and bent down on one knee.
“I would love to.”
We curled together on our oversized tan sofa. Our bodies fit like matching jigsaw puzzle pieces, the most natural connection. The gentle rise and fall of his breathing and the beating of his heart lulled me into contentment. He wrapped his strong arms around me and pulled me closer…
“I love you, Jake. I love you forever.”
He bent down and kissed my lips. “I love you, too, Cassie. I love you, too.”
That is how I think of Jake. I think of him as my perfect complement. The person with whom silence is most comfortable; the person who completes me in every way.
We dreamed of a future. I breathed in deeply, trying to stop the tears that had already started to fall. In an instant, I could imagine our wedding. Smiling at each other at the altar. Being pronounced man and wife. Hearing echoes of applause and congratulations ring in my ears. Then, there we were in the hospital, but for something good: the birth of our baby. I held our child in my arms as Jake sat beside me, beaming. I saw us in our front yard, playing catch with our two kids, laughing. The tears fell rapidly down my cheeks. We were gathered around the kitchen table, feasting on a big breakfast of pancakes. I inhaled deeply again. Jake and I were older, at his dream house—the house by the brook—sitting on the porch, holding hands. I trembled with despair and anger.
It was supposed to turn out like that.
It was supposed to work out.
How did I end up here?
“Iron Butterfly by Lisa Wainland is a story that feels so realistic you can imagine these characters could be anyone you know. Wainland’s perceptive descriptions lend a richness to the lives of each character…She breathes life into them in such a way that I felt like I was watching a movie instead of reading a book.” —Brenda Casto, Readers’ Favorite
“…compelling…Wainland provides an inspirational story…”—Kirkus Reviews
Lisa Wainland has been a radio professional for more than two decades. She’s a successful voiceover artist who works with some of the biggest names in radio and television. Her debut chick-lit novel, Rock Radio, is an Amazon Bestseller and a Readers’ Favorite Award Winner.
Book Title: Unsurprisingly Complicated Author: Claudia Burgoa Genre: Contemporary Romance Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
The lies between my parents and I came to light and now I’m working on a new life for myself. Along the way, I have my trusty superhero, Mason, to lean on when I have a hard time standing or when my crazy ex-boyfriend continues to feel he has a claim on me.
Porter has trouble understanding that there hasn’t been an ‘us’ for more than three years plus all the issues he had brought upon himself. My father was right, drugs do kill. My other concern is the growing feelings I am having regarding Mason. There’s something between us I want to explore but I keep getting mixed signals. Here, I thought that after telling my parents about my lies and having their full support, things wouldn’t be as complicated as they are.
My parents divorced before I even made my entrance into this world. My father has been obsessed with that love for years while my mother searches for love in all the wrong places. I don’t want a place to call home or a girl I can claim as mine. Except… Ainsley Janine –better known as ‘Nine’—has some special power that makes me question my preferences. The more I try to stay away from her, the more she pulls me closer.
Exploring the possibilities of having something steady in my life isn’t a problem; it’s the long term that worries me. In addition to that, the scumbag she dated years ago keeps popping up everywhere we go. If I could use my license to kill, maybe I can stop worrying about one thing and concentrate on what to do with the green eyed girl who keeps me awake most nights.
Born on the mystical day of October 30th in the not so mystical lands of Mexico City, Claudia grew up with a childhood that resembled a caffeine-injected soap opera. Seventeen years ago she ventured to the lands of her techie husband—a.k.a. the U.S.—with their offspring to start a new adventure.
She now lives in Colorado working as a CFO for a small IT company, managing her household filled with three confused dogs, said nerd husband, two daughters wrought with fandoms and a son who thinks he’s the boss of the house. To survive she works continually to find purpose for the voices flitting through her head, plus she consumes high quantities of chocolate to keep the last threads of sanity intact.
Weary from a messy break up two weeks before her wedding Coldra Ashe decided to start over in her hometown of Richmond, Virginia. Returning home for the first time in many years she soon discovers secrets from her mother, Lauren Ashe’s past. Her mother’s lies quickly wreak havoc on Coldra’s life and her mother’s secrets will test her tenacity.
CHAPTER ONE: The First Sign
Our wedding is only five months away. I sat across my dining room table. Jamal kept playing with his cell phone. His text messages kept pinging. In the past few months he was always busy when it came time to discuss wedding plans.
“So here is the final proof for the wedding invitation.” I pushed it across the table.
Jamal let out a big sigh. “Is everything alright babe? We’re just getting started. That is unless you want to cancel.” I let out a chuckle. Jamal continued to stare at the invitation.
Jamal sighed again.
“You look tired maybe we can pick this up tomorrow”, I said.
“Col, we need to talk.”
I pushed him out the door. “We can talk tomorrow.”
I sat down on my couch and began to cry. Maybe I was the fool by refusing to believe what was obvious. I knew it was over. Tomorrow I’d meet him for lunch and I would ask him point blank.
I was supposed to have my bridal shower this weekend. I guess the other woman living with my ex-fiancé made sure that didn’t happen. I arrived to find my mother, Lauren, waiting for me at the loft-style apartment right off of Twentieth Street downtown that I’d rented. After three years of scrimping and saving for my wedding, my three thousand dollars served another purpose. I should have been married to Jamal now, but his affair dictated otherwise. Seeing my mother’s face reminded me of her life lesson about rainy day funds. “Every woman should have a rainy day fund, for fair-weather people.” Her advice proved to be right. At five foot three she barely saw over her luxury SUV’s steering wheel. I was quite amused at her navigating through the building’s turnabout. She didn’t care; I was with her at the dealership the day she picked it up. It was one of the many lavish birthday gifts she received from my father over the years. We had that kind of life.
“Dressed for the spring, I see. You couldn’t wait to put your capris on. Could you?”
“As a matter of fact, I think I look exceptionally good in my capris for my age. And besides, you are living on the waterfront, so I had to look the part.”
Living right off of the river was going to be perfect, which was why I didn’t have to visit the apartment before signing the contract. I knew my city which influenced my decision to move back home. Lord knows I needed some peace and tranquility. At night I would be able to sit on my deck and watch the city lights reflect on the river’s water. In the morning the sun would shine on my deck. Unfortunately, the beauty of my hometime also reflected the darkness of the economy. There were many abandoned factory buildings up for sale.
“How was your trip?” my mother asked me right when I walked in the door.
“It was uneventful. I packed my bags and left. I hope my furniture has made it to the apartment.”
“It did. I had the movers place everything by room.”
My mother started eyeing me. I hate it when she does that.
“Uneventful. When my clients used to say it, it meant the exact opposite.”
“Mom, it’s stuffy.” I walked over to the factory-size window and attempted to open it.
“Ow…oww.” I had put my all into punching Jamal. He didn’t even have the decency to wait before he moved his other woman into our home. How did I find out? Well, the day I was supposed to get on the road, I had to pick up one last box. He was adamant about me coming to get it. This a-hole answered the door with the same executive assistant who was at his beck and call. He put the box in my car and expected a hug. Well, he got my fist instead.
“Are you okay? Let me see. Your hand is swollen. You need to see a doctor.”
“Ice will be fine, Mother. I am fine.”
“Your hand is swollen. You should see a doctor soon. Uneventful…yeah, right,” my mother said. “How about telling me how your hand became swollen? How are you supposed to hold babies with a swollen hand?”
“Babies?” Jill’s mother, my mother’s cousin, had wasted no time telling my mother that her daughter would be my boss.
Can anyone keep a secret in this family? I thought.
“What did you say?”
“I didn’t say anything, Mother.”
Her eyes widened, then became like slits, a sure sign she was perturbed. “You know your cousin can’t keep a secret. I already knew you were going to work at the daycare. I personally think it is beneath you to work in that science experiment.”
“Just because she is not in a nice neighborhood does not mean the daycare is a science experiment.”
“I want to know what happened to your hand!” she replied.
I rolled my eyes. “Mom, it is so not important. I sorta, kinda hit Jamal.”
“You hit Jamal!”
“Yes, I went to pick up my last box, and his ‘other woman’ answered the door.”
“You hit him?”
I threw up my hands, waving her off.
“Go ahead, Mom, I’m ready. Let me have it.”
Brookita R Braxton, an Air Force Veteran and a government employee, has always been intrigued by the mother/ daughter relationship dynamic. After being given up for adoption at an early age and losing her adopted mother to a terminal illness, her curiosity evolved into story lines. Brookita lives in Alexandria, Virginia. She attends church and spends time with her family and friends. This is her first novel.
Book Title: Pepped Up & Ready Author: Ali Dean Genre: Sports Romance, YA/NA, Contemporary romance Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Pepped Up and Ready (Pepper Jones #3)
(This is the third book in the Pepper Jones series. The following description contains spoilers for Pepped Up and All Pepped Up. It is highly recommended that you read the books in order.)
Pepper is finally a senior, and she’s determined to defend her national cross-country title. Although Jace is busy with the demands of college football, he’s still at Pepper’s side, supporting her goals. But is she taking her renewed enthusiasm for training too far?
As Jace and Pepper focus on their athletic ambitions, they discover that Jace’s social status has followed him to college, despite his attempt to keep a low profile. With her boyfriend as an idol on campus, Pepper discovers that she might just be a target to those who find Jace threatening.
Are Jace and Pepper strong enough to withstand the pressure from those who want something from them? It won’t be easy fighting for her title and her boyfriend, but nothing easy is worth winning… or keeping.
It’s just me and Jace in the room now, and he tugs the bottom of my tee shirt until I’m close to him. There’s no denying how I feel any more. The fear is weighing down on me, making it hard to breath.
“Pep,” Jace’s voice is pained, and I know he can read the emotions on my face. “It’s going to be okay, you know? Of course it will be different, but we’ll be fine.”
“Yeah, I know.” The confidence in my voice is false, and we both know it. “I just hate change,” I finally admit after a moment of silence. And upon that admission, a stupid tear escapes and trickles down the side of my face. I quickly wipe it with the back of my hand and look away. “Argh!” I feel like stomping my foot in frustration, hating myself for acting like such an emotional girl.
This is Jace Wilder, and you don’t ease into anything with him. We won’t ease into this transition. It will come on full force, like everything does with Jace. And when it hits us we won’t be the same. Maybe it will be a good change, and maybe it won’t.
Ali Dean lives in Colorado with her husband, twin todders, and golden retriever. In addition to reading and writing, she loves the outdoors- everything from marathon training and biking to snowboarding and skiing.
Book Title: Steeling My Haart Author: Lizzy Roberts Genre: Contemporary Romance Release Date: March 13, 2015 Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Eight years ago a tornado devastated the community of Glen Springs. That same night my heart was torn to shreds when he left. Now, all I have to live for is work. I’m successful and have a good life, just like he wished. So, why am I so unhappy?
A tragedy is bringing me home and I’m now finding my well ordered and successful life hurled into a whirlwind of uncertainty. The biggest threat of all comes in the shape of Charlie Haart, the number one reason I have stayed away from Glen Springs for so long.
Emma had begun to finally relax. She leaned her pale face up towards him and slowly began to kiss him, much to his surprise. He could feel the gratitude and emotion flooding through her kiss to his lips. She began to deepen the kiss and slowly moved her cool and clammy hands up and under his shirt, gently tracing up his defined stomach ending at his muscled chest. It felt amazing.
Groaning heavily, he pulled himself away with everything he had, “Em, please don’t start anything you don’t want to finish, sweetheart. I want you so much. I want to do this more that you’ll ever know, and it’s killing me, but I’m not doing this here, not tonight. Not our first time together. I wanted it to be perfect for you and this isn’t. This… this is just not the time and place, sweethe…” and before he finished she was on him, straddling across his thighs kissing him more fervently than ever before. He could feel her heat through their layers of clothing, heating a spot on his thighs through the warmth she was emitting. She was obviously turned on by the passionate kiss. His pants started to pull tight over his now uncomfortable groin. He almost came undone when she began delving her tongue deep into his mouth, giving him full access to hers. He greedily took everything she had to give with his mouth and offering her as much in return.
She pulled away, breathing heavily as she looked right into his eyes. He felt everything else melt away as he knew she saw right into his soul. His heart skipped several beats as he returned her gaze. Heat radiated from between her legs and felt like it was searing his thighs through the layers of cotton between her and his bare skin. The immense effort it took to restrain himself caused him incredible discomfort as his nails dug hard into his fisted palms and the skin of his knuckles stretched taut over his bones. Pleading and gazing at him with such passion and need in her eyes, she whispered, “I totally disagree, Blaze. You have just saved my life, and I want this now more that I have ever wanted anything else.”
30 – something Mum of two from the North of England (Yorkshire to be precise AKA Gods own Country) who regularly seeks refuge in fictional characters minds. Prefers the hot and hunky men with a romantic side but not averse to a dominant man, nor ones with a dark side too! She decided, after much persuasion from both her friends and especially her husband to pursue her dream of one day publishing her own book! So after much deliberation (and nagging from him indoors), her first book Steeling my Haart due for release March 2015!