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A Twisted Little Christams by Annalise Delaney
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Facing a lonely Christmas Eve, Devin O’Hannigan accepts a stranger’s invitation to a private holiday party—hoping to score. But when the merriment takes a bizarre twist, he retreats by himself to call it a night… Until his attention is captured by a teary-eyed Santa in a very short skirt.
Holly’s quest to find herself again ends in a disastrous Christmas date, leaving her discouraged and alone in a town far from home. But when her date returns, angry and violent, she’s rescued by a gorgeous stranger—the kind of guy she once would have pursued. But that was before.
Seeking cheer but preferring anonymity, they embark on an innocent game playing the roles of old friends catching up. Without encumbrances, honest conversations uncover hidden desires. Sparks fly, directing them to an outcome they hadn’t expected and shouldn’t pursue. But will it thrust them into each other’s arms or leave them longing for what could have been?
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He polished off his first bourbon and sipped on the second, deciding he should hang it up and head home once he finished it. There was really no point sitting here feeling sorry for himself.
The restaurant door opened, and a girl came through, causing him a double take. It was the bouncy girl from the kink party, the one in the super-short Santa dress. Only she wasn’t so bouncy now—wiping away tears.
Devin was immediately annoyed. He’d never liked watching a girl cry—least of all, a pretty one. Worse, something had upset her on Christmas Eve, and that pissed him off even more.
Noticing the other guests, she struggled to pull her skirt lower, although there was little chance it would help—he’d seen the back of that dress at the party, and it showed off some amazing assets.
Staying mostly hidden behind the column, he observed as she approached the bartender.
“Is anyone attending the front desk?” she asked, her voice quivering.
Shaking her head, the bartender explained that the night manager had taken an extended dinner break due to Christmas Eve, but he’d be back in an hour or so. “I’m pretty much in charge until he comes back,” she added. “Can I help you with something?”
“My key card,” she said. “I left my purse in my…in my date’s car. And things didn’t work out so well between us.” She paused. “I just need to get into my room upstairs.”
“Oh,” the girl replied from behind the counter, her voice empathetic. “I’m so sorry. I don’t have any way into the rooms. If you can wait for Adam to get back, he can handle it, I’m sure.”
The pretty strawberry-blonde girl shook her head as more tears appeared. She looked around and leaned in closer, making Devin strain to hear what she said next. “I don’t have my phone, my ID, money, or anything,” she explained. “I’m only here overnight, and I don’t even have a coat to cover up in while I wait.”
Nodding, the little bartender reached behind the counter and pulled out a jacket. “It’s not very long, but it might help some.”
Taking the jacket, Strawberry thanked her and draped it around herself, avoiding eye contact with the older ladies who openly shared some disapproving glances.
“Here,” the bartender suggested, “let me clean off that table in the back, and you can wait there. It’s kind of private.” She came out from behind the bar and headed to the table, wiping it clean and gaining Strawberry’s immediate gratitude.
Devin tried to remember who’d he’d seen her with at the party. His first glance at her had been when he’d arrived. She was on her way up the steps and into the house, and he had, quite honestly, been focused on her ass and not her companion.
But then he recalled a big guy taking a drink out of her hand and downing it himself shortly after they’d arrived. Not something he would have probably given a second thought to if it hadn’t been for the two drink max rule. That guy had consumed his own two drinks and hers.
Something about the girl drew him to her, and he fought with himself to just let it go. He probably shouldn’t press his luck with any more women tonight, least of all one who was already in tears. But when he had the chance to finish his drink and bail, he paused, setting the tumbler down nearly untouched.
Wrestling with himself over leaving or not, he saw the bartender pour another drink, smiling when he recognized what it was. A cranberry and cinnamon whisky sour. And she used the good whisky, too. He followed her as she walked it back to the pretty girl in the booth and stood talking to her.
When the restaurant door opened next, a big guy walked in, carrying a purse.
It would have made the perfect opening to a bad joke, and Devin normally would have laughed, but this guy had a pissed-as-fuck sneer and made a beeline straight for Strawberry.
The bartender turned around when she noticed the expression on Strawberry’s face, quickly making one of her own as the guy closed the distance across the room. Devin slid off his barstool on instinct as he watched the little bartender step away from the table. Without so much as a word, dickhead grabbed Strawberry by the arm, eliciting a shriek from her and sending Devin sprinting.
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Getting Amy by Tasha S. Heart
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Clay has made his fair share of bad choices. Some, in which landed him in jail for a short time. One thing was certain, Clay was going to get Amy to fall for him. He was determined to have Amy for his own.
When Amy moved in with her mother, Clay was hooked instantly but never made a move. Years of hiding his true desires for her, his secret was finally out when he found out Amy was seeing his friend Seth.
This hot-headed bad boy wasn't playing any games and was determined to take what he wanted. If it took beating the living hell out of her boyfriend, Clay was willing to do what needed to be done. Despite the continuous rejection and submission from Amy, Clay couldn't stay away from her.
Clay must fight for what he really wants.
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The Solitary Apocalypse by Jeff Haws
The Solitary Apocalypse by Jeff Haws
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Genre: suspense/dystopian/thriller
Release date: October 21st, 2017
Genre: suspense/dystopian/thriller
Release date: October 21st, 2017
Synopsis
Surrounded by people, Michael is alone.Along with the rest of a North Georgia town that survived a deadly worldwide plague, Michael's forced to wear a steel ring around his waist wherever he goes. He's seen cohabitation banned. Marriages dissolved. Families torn apart.
But he's a good soldier, supporting the leader's draconian policies -- until he learns an explosive secret about her that threatens to destroy the delicate balance they've achieved between safety and order.
Now, Michael must enlist help to confront the awful truth about the town of Alessandra, and the fate of what may be the last human colony on Earth.
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Within two months of the virus taking hold, whole cities started going dark; within four months, federal and local governments had lost control of what populace was left. By the six-month mark from the first mentions of the plague in the media, that same media was mostly blacked out around the world; in Alessandra, they were either alone or forgotten by the rest of civilization.
It was at this point that Dr. Richard Giles told her he completed his research, and determined that the virus was spread via physical touch. He said he thought other doctors were missing this because they were probably too overwhelmed to study touch in a comprehensive manner. He also said his study determined there was reason to believe the virus could lay dormant for some period of time, so people could be asymptomatic but still contagious. Audrey hailed this as a major breakthrough but, by this time, they had no way to communicate with anyone else. Still, the information had the potential to save Alessandra. She determined that keeping people from touching each other might keep the town safe. With cities and towns throughout the world being decimated and abandoned, anything was worth a shot.
She found, though, that this was an impossible policy to enforce. How do you tell people they can’t touch the ones they love? Even if you tell them, what do you do to prevent it from happening? She knew almost immediately it would require a series of changes that would be received harshly by the citizens, and could crush whatever mandate to leadership she had. But she also knew it was absolutely necessary, and she could be a hero if she could sell them on that idea.
“I know this isn’t what you all want to hear,” she said from a podium in the town square one chilly January evening, as the plague’s progress brought it closer and closer to their isolated town. “But I’m tasked with maintaining order in this town and protecting its citizens from threats, and sometimes that means telling you difficult truths. The fact is we’re still here right now, and that’s more than most of the world can say as I stand before you today. Remaining here is going to be trying on even the strongest of us. It’s going to take collective sacrifice. It’s going to take cooperation and brotherhood. Determination and grit. You’re going to have to want a life more than you want this particular life, for the time being. You’re going to have to accept changes you never thought you’d have to accept, and be part of something greater than yourself, greater than your family, greater than everything you already know. That’s the price to be part of a rebirth. I want you all to follow me there.
“What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger. My friends, I believe that’s true, today more than ever. I stand before you today to bear witness that we can do this. We can live. We can fight another day, and come out the other side of this nightmare stronger, more together than ever before. Will you follow me? Will you be a part of this?”
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Jeff Haws is a long-time journalist who has turned his writing eye to fiction. This is his second published novel and fourth published book. His first novel, “Killing the Immortals,” was published in 2016, along with the novellas “Tomorrow’s News Today” and “The Slingshot.” Over the past 20 years, his writing has appeared in the Washington Post, Atlanta Journal-Constitution, Miami Herald, Arizona Republic, New Orleans Times-Picayune, and many other publications. He lives with his wife in Atlanta, Georgia.Author links
Tackling Lauren by J.J. Marstead
Tackling Lauren by J.J. Marstead
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The Love/Hate Series #1
Genre: contemporary
Release date: September 15th, 2017
Genre: contemporary
Release date: September 15th, 2017
Synopsis
LaurenMy brother’s best friend, Beckett… God, just the sound of his name sends shivers down my spine. He’s hot and he knows it.
And I want him.
But when a mistake I made comes back to bite me in the ass, will it cost me a chance at happiness? Or will Beckett finally be able to see me as more than just his best friend’s little sister?
Beckett
My life couldn’t be any better. My dreams are coming true, with everything I could ever want at my fingertips. I get to play football and have my choice of any woman I desire. But my life gets turned upside down when my best friend Eric’s baby sister Lauren comes to stay with us for a month.
How will I be able to control myself around the eighteen-year-old if she can’t keep her hands to herself?
God, help me.
Give me strength that I’ll need to survive the month. I’m going to need it.
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Now this is the perfect wake up call. A pair of lips wrapped around my cock, sucking nice and tight, the slurping sound of suction drifting around the room. God, I love my life. Endless amounts of pussy just fall right into my lap. Hell, I’m not going to fucking complain. Of course, it doesn’t hurt that I’m the best quarterback the league has, and I’m on a team that has won three Super Bowls. I fist the girl's hair in my hands and groan, holding it tight, and start fucking her delicious mouth.“Fuck,” I mutter, breathing roughly. She continues bobbing up and down my cock, her tongue working me over, before taking me fully into her mouth once more. I close my eyes and enjoy. What was her name again? Melinda? Rita? Hell, I can’t remember. Instead, the nickname I use for each girl I have a drunk night of passion with spills from my lips.
“Babe, I’m so damn close to losing it.” She looks up at me and grins. The blonde bombshell staring at me has my eyes go wide with panic. What in the actual fuck?
“Lauren?” I hiss at my best friend’s baby sister. “What the hell? What are you doing in here, in my room?” What the fuck is she thinking?
She bites her lip and blushes. “Umm...” I put my hand up and she shuts her mouth. I’m so fucking dead. Did I screw her last night, too? I try to think back, but my head starts pounding. Shit!
“What are you doing in here, Lauren? Please, tell me...we didn’t, umm...you know.” I sigh. My ass is so dead. Eric is going to murder me if he finds out what’s happening inside this room right now; his baby sister stroking my cock and sucking me like a fucking pro. I lean my head back and groan in frustration.
“Beckett... I…” she mumbles, not even able to finish her sentence. Jesus Christ, how old is she? Like, eighteen now, if I recall. Eric mentioned having her birthday party here at the house. Is that supposed to be tonight?
I shake my head, looking down at her. At her hand still wrapped around my cock. I grit my teeth when she applies more pressure.
“Let my dick go, Lauren. You wouldn’t know the first thing to do with it,” I semi-lie, because hell, she was just sucking me off like she knew damn well what she was doing. How the fuck does she know how to give a blow job? The idea of her being with other guys makes my insides twist. She looks up at me and her lip trembles. Oh, fuck no, don’t start crying. Jesus Christ, it’s too early for this shit.
“No, we didn’t sleep with each other. I just came in here to wake you up, saw a chance, and took it,” she whispers softly.
I shake my head. “What the hell you mean you ‘saw a chance and took it?’” I raise a brow at her. I knew she had a crush on me when she was younger but hell, girls and crushes change almost every week. I didn’t pay attention to it then, but apparently, I should have. If I had, she sure as shit wouldn’t be in my room right now, sucking my cock. I grab my hair and blow out a breath. This isn’t going to end well if Eric comes walking in.
She bites her lip nervously, looking everywhere but at me. “I’ve always had a crush on you...and I wanted you to be my first,” she mumbles.
My eyebrows reach my hairline while I stare at my best friend’s little sister. “Wait...what?” I stutter. Did I just hear her clearly? She wants me to fuck her, and not only that, take her virginity? I don’t think so. That is a line even I won’t cross, no matter how tempted I am right now.
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J.J. Marstead lives in a quiet little town in Quebec, Canada.She's originally from a small Island in Canada called ‘Prince Edward Island’.
She loves to read and now she has taking up writing as a new adventure.
J.J. is married and they have a beautiful daughter. She’s a stay at home mom, so she has plenty of time to think of naughty things to write. She'll have you breathing rough and wanting more.
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Eliesmore And The Green Stone by Angela J. Ford
Eliesmore and the Green Stone by Angela J. Ford
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The Four Worlds Series #3
Genre: fantasy
Release date: September 9th, 2017
Synopsis
Run, run as fast as you can. Never stop...Changers have arisen, wreaking havoc as they harvest the world, searching for the Green Stone. The South World sinks in despair, holding its breath, waiting for the One. Eliesmore is a Blended One, growing up on the edge of the forest of the creatures of the wood. Young, headstrong, and inspired by magical rituals, he spends his time between his overprotective mother and sneaking out to dance with the wild things. His courage is tested when Eliesmore discovers that he is the One who is meant to save the Four Worlds from the Changers. Unwilling to accept his fate, he turns his back on the prophecy and the futile quest to dissolve the Green Stone. But Eliesmore will soon learn he cannot escape his destiny. Beset by creatures of the deep and hunted by servants of the Changers, Eliesmore finds his task will test the loyalty of his companions and help him answer the ultimate question: Can he trust the immortals – or are they the reason the Changers have come to power?
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There was a creak, and the door opened. Unbothered, Eliesmore looked up, expecting to see Optimistic. Instead, his eyes met Glashar’s. She was clothed in golden light, and hints of mint and lavender drifted around her as she shut the door. She had bathed or at least cleaned herself from the journey. Her golden hair had a bounce to it, and her eyes were brighter than he’d ever seen them. “Eliesmore.” She shut the door, leaning against it for a moment to ensure no one was listening in. “I have come to tell you about your wound.” Eliesmore smoothed his fingers over the map, arching an eyebrow as she approached him. “What do you mean?” Glashar covered her mouth with her hand, her long fingers touching her nose as she considered. He felt like he could see thoughts move through her mind, shifting through what she knew versus what she wanted him to know. “I used all my powers to heal you, yet I fear the Rakhai may retain some control over you.” Even as she spoke, Eliesmore knew what they could do. They would call to him, draw him out, and try to force him to give up the Green Stone. Before, this knowledge would have frightened him, forcing him to react out of fear. It may have been the strength of the fortress or his companions that reassured him. “I will be aware.” Glashar nodded, opening her mouth once again. A thought perched on the edge of her lips; she had knowledge that she did not want to escape. Her face turned a shade darker. “Be careful.” She turned to leave, although Eliesmore could tell she had more to say. It burst out of her when she reached the door. She glanced over her shoulder, her sharp chin almost jutting into her thin shoulders. “Beware the Green People. They are up to something.” Eliesmore froze. “What?” “I am an Idrain; the Green People are Iaens. I know my kind. We are treacherous. We care only for ourselves and our wishes. Once they are granted, we leave the mortals to their own folly. The Green People set in motion the events of the world long again; now they have come to fruition. There will come a time when you should stop trusting the Iaens.” She opened the door, her eyes repeating the warning as she disappeared. Eliesmore sat still, eyes glazing over as he stared after her. What should he do? Who should he talk to? Frustrated, he stood and began to pace back and forth, wondering what he had gotten himself into and questioning whom he should trust.
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Brought up as a bookworm and musician, Angela J. Ford began writing The Four Worlds Series—a fantasy series—at the age of twelve. The storyline of those books was largely based off of the imaginative games she played with her sisters. Angela originally finished the series when she was sixteen. After college, Angela began to rewrite The Four Worlds Series, bringing it from a child’s daydream to an adventure young and old can enjoy. Since it is inspired by fairy tales, high magic, and epic fantasy, Angela knows you’ll enjoy your adventures within the Four Worlds. If you happen to be in Nashville, you’ll most likely find her at a local coffee shop, enjoying a white chocolate mocha and furiously working on her next book. Make sure you say hello!
Eliesmore And The Green Stone by Angela J. Ford
Eliesmore and the Green Stone by Angela J. Ford
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The Four Worlds Series #3
Genre: fantasy
Release date: September 9th, 2017
Synopsis
Run, run as fast as you can. Never stop...Changers have arisen, wreaking havoc as they harvest the world, searching for the Green Stone. The South World sinks in despair, holding its breath, waiting for the One. Eliesmore is a Blended One, growing up on the edge of the forest of the creatures of the wood. Young, headstrong, and inspired by magical rituals, he spends his time between his overprotective mother and sneaking out to dance with the wild things. His courage is tested when Eliesmore discovers that he is the One who is meant to save the Four Worlds from the Changers. Unwilling to accept his fate, he turns his back on the prophecy and the futile quest to dissolve the Green Stone. But Eliesmore will soon learn he cannot escape his destiny. Beset by creatures of the deep and hunted by servants of the Changers, Eliesmore finds his task will test the loyalty of his companions and help him answer the ultimate question: Can he trust the immortals – or are they the reason the Changers have come to power?
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He heard soft footfalls, and a Green lady emerged. She was six and a half feet tall, at least a foot taller than him, and wore a pale green dress that folded around her body like water with each step she took. Her waist-length hair fell in soft waves and had a gold—or was it a brown—tint to it. Her ears were the size of mortal ears instead of the exceptionally large and pointed ears most Green People had. She was as beautiful as carved crystal and stared at Eliesmore out of light blue eyes with a hint of something darker hidden in them.
Eliesmore did not know what to do. He stood up, thinking he should bow in the presence of a great Iaen, but his legs would not move again. He swallowed hard, his heart flip-flopping under her gaze. Feeling even more uncomfortable, he sputtered, “Who are you?”
“Eliesmore, you have come,” she welcomed him. Her eyes were eager, almost as if she were about to devour him.
“You know my name?” Eliesmore wrinkled his brow in surprise.
“Yes.” She offered no explanation. “I am Ellagine, three-fourths Green Person, one-fourth Tider.” At Eliesmore’s vague expression she added, “I’m the great-great granddaughter of Legone the Swift.”
“Oh.” Eliesmore suspected she wanted him to be impressed with her reference to a hero of old. However, the relationship was too far removed to be of much value. “I am Eliesmore, half Cron, half Tider. Why have you called me here?”
“It is time you know.” Ellagine motioned for him to sit as she knelt beside the stream that lay between them.
“Know what exactly?” Eliesmore sat down again. “I know about the White Steeds and Black Steeds. What more is there?”
“There is much for you to learn about who you are." Ellagine gave him a kind smile, and her eyes were patient.
Eliesmore opened his mouth to argue with her. As beautiful and wild as she was, she seemed to know entirely too much about him. Hints of a smile touched her lips as she shook her head, and, given over to her beauty, he decided to listen.
“Eliesmore, I have much to tell you. I am not sure what tales your mother shared, although surely you are familiar with the legendary deeds of the Five Warriors?”
Eliesmore nodded, thinking he'd been quick to judge her. He should listen to her words; after all, she was a descendant of a hero of old. Legendary blood ran through her. “Of course, I could repeat those tales back to you of how they destroyed the Ruler and his transformed creatures.”
“Yes,” Ellagine’s voice dropped, and she leaned forward. “They thought they killed the Ruler. However, they only destroyed his physical form and wounded his spirit. The Ruler is a Changer, and he is still very much alive.”
Eliesmore recoiled as if someone had struck him. The word, Changer, had no meaning for him. All the same, he was hit with a cold fear. “What is a Changer?”
Author bio
Brought up as a bookworm and musician, Angela J. Ford began writing The Four Worlds Series—a fantasy series—at the age of twelve. The storyline of those books was largely based off of the imaginative games she played with her sisters.
Angela originally finished the series when she was sixteen. After college, Angela began to rewrite The Four Worlds Series, bringing it from a child’s daydream to an adventure young and old can enjoy. Since it is inspired by fairy tales, high magic, and epic fantasy, Angela knows you’ll enjoy your adventures within the Four Worlds.
If you happen to be in Nashville, you’ll most likely find her at a local coffee shop, enjoying a white chocolate mocha and furiously working on her next book. Make sure you say hello!
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The Mercenary by Petra Landon
The Mercenary by Petra Landon
The War Chronicles #1
Genre: sci-fi/fantasy romance
Release date: August 25th, 2017
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Synopsis
She’s a prisoner of the Imperial Forces. He’s a nomad with a private mercenary army. Can the unlikely alliance of a Budheya rebel and a Hadari’Kor Captain bring an Empire to its knees! In a distant corner of the galaxy, Quadrant Five burns in the flames of a deadly war for territory and domination of space. The Budheya people are one of the worst affected. Once the most advanced civilization in Quadrant Five, they now struggle under the cruel yoke of Ketaari occupation. Saakshi Imprisoned by the Ketaari Imperial Forces for supporting the resistance on her world, a young Budheya girl is sent to a distant space station to complete the remainder of her prison term as a server girl in an alehouse. For a girl who has known only hardship in her short life, things could be worse. Until an old foe walks into the alehouse. Zoran Zoran is Hadari’Kor – fiercely independent nomads who fight for hire. Their formidable reputation as well-honed and ruthless warriors makes others wary of tangling with them, even as other worlds are forced to choose sides in the bloody conflict consuming their slice of space. Drawn to a weary-eyed server girl, Zoran is forced to confront age-old traditions and question his role in the war consuming worlds and subjugating civilizations. The Prisoner & The Mercenary Alone, friendless and far from home, desperation forces Saakshi to make the riskiest gamble of her young life and take a chance on a formidable stranger with the power to protect her from the mighty Ketaari Empire. The fallout from this improbable pact reverberates across space. As passion ignites amidst the flames of war, Zoran fights with everything in his formidable arsenal to keep Saakshi safe from the long arm of the powerful Ketaari Empire. Will a mercenary’s quest alter the course of war and the balance of power in Quadrant Five! Author's Note: The Mercenary is a standalone story from the Space Opera series, The War Chronicles. Set in a distant corner of the galaxy, romance, swashbuckling adventure & action abound in this tale of one mercenary’s quest to gift his love a new life and the power to choose her own fate.
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An avid reader all her life, only recently has Petra allowed her own imagination to run riot. She loves to travel, loves the outdoors and reads everything she can get her hands on, time permitting. Her taste in books is very eclectic – she tends to like stories with vivid and quirky characters that have elements of fantasy, adventure, romance and mystery interspersed together. A good book for her is one that makes the reader think long after it has been finished and set aside. And one that draws the reader back to it, again and again. Stories have swirled in her head for years. Sometimes, when the ending of a promising book disappoints her, she imagines a different and more satisfying outcome for herself. To share the characters and tales that have lived in her imagination for so long is a labor of love and a lifelong dream come true for her.
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Krystal Clear by Claire Lalique
Krystal Clear by Claire Lalique
Series: Shattered #2
Genre: romantic suspense
Synopsis
They thought their lives were settled. They were wrong. After rescuing Krystal from the Rattler Kings MC, Samuel promised to love and protect her forever. She trusted him to keep her safe. Then, the Favoloras Cartel roared into town, declaring blood debt. They had to run. How can you keep someone safe when there’s danger at every turn?Sneak peek
I would like to believe that Samuel “Blue” Donahue and I are one of the great and forever loves that I read about when I was growing up: Anthony and Cleopatra, Jamie and Claire, Roark and Eve. Certainly our first encounter was fate. He was a police officer, I was a victim. He rescued me from the Rattler Kings Motorcycle Gang. I rescued him from a life without true love. Now, we were together, planning our life, surrounded by family and friends. Our unborn child was going to be encircled by the unconditional love that we had found within each other. Maeve, Blue’s sister, was downstairs in her own apartment scurrying about, trying to decide what to wear to impress the oh so dark, oh so handsome, Derick Black, ATF Agent Extraordinaire. She had been enamoured of him from the beginning. She had been a friend, so I was reciprocating by doing some matchmaking. When she first met me, Maeve had refused to treat me as if I was damaged, using her nonstop talking and snarky comments to push me from my fear fogged brain that kept me trapped in silence when I first came to the house on Bardstown Road. Now that house was my home. Now, we were together, planning our life, surrounded by family and friends. Our unborn child was going to be encircled by the unconditional love that we had found within ourselves. Maeve, Blue’s sister, was downstairs in her own apartment scurrying about, trying to decide what to wear to impress the oh so dark, oh so handsome, Derick Black, ATF Agent Extraordinaire. She had been enamoured of him from the beginning. She had been a true friend, so I was reciprocating by doing some matchmaking. When she first met me, Maeve had refused to treat me as if I was damaged, using her nonstop talking and snarky comments to push me from my fear fogged brain that kept me trapped in silence when I first came to the house on Bardstown Road. Now that house was my home. Tonight, we were having Derick over for dinner. Maeve had commented more than once that she would like to get to know him better, as she had waggled her eyebrows suggestively. Maeve had quickly insinuated herself as my friend, with her huge heart and concern about people. She was a nurse, finishing her graduate degree as a nurse practitioner in midwifery. All her patients loved her, and so did I, Part of my fear that was so difficult to remove from my subconscious thoughts, was the memory of my best friend’s murder. I could remember as if it was yesterday, the glint of the blade against Donna’s neck, the spatters of bright red blood on the walls, then Jag’s voice whispering in my ear, “Don’t tell anyone what you seen or your momma’s dead.” I still had horrific nightmares where I would wake up, screaming, with Blue’s arms wrapped so tightly around me I couldn’t move. I would always miss Donna. Our childhood friendship had kept us together for so long that we could finish each other’s sentences; we could practically read each other’s minds. As my life changed so drastically, I missed being able to talk to her. However, I knew she would have loved Maeve as much as I did and I was comforted by that knowledge. I was excited about Derick coming over tonight. He had been a good friend and mentor to Blue and he was always gallant to Maeve and me in a dark brooding alpha man kind of way. Maeve had been flitting about all day, helping me clean the apartment, and talking about how much she liked Derick. She kept hinting that he might be “quirky” in bed, but she refused to elaborate. Now she was downstairs trying to decide what to wear. It was obvious to Blue and me that Maeve and Derick were interested in each other, so we had decided to push that along a bit by getting them together. Now she was downstairs again, changing her clothes again so she could impress him. The doorbell rang so Blue went to get it while I finished getting ready. I still struggled at times talking to strangers or people I didn't like, but with close friends I only had problems if I got overwhelmed by my feelings, so I was relaxed and comfortable that Maeve and Derick were joining us for dinner. They knew me very well and if I acted unusual or different than normal, they understood the reasons and didn't question me. Blue clattered downstairs just as Maeve opened her apartment door, so they both greeted Derick at the same time. I heard the three of them coming back up the stairs so I gave one last brush of my hair and walked into the living room. Derick looked at Blue and me with a concerned expression. “Krystal, Sam,” he said, “I need to talk to you.” His serious tone made me nervous, so I immediately went to Blue and curled against his side. He would always be my savior and protector in my eyes and, I think, in his. He immediately wrapped his arms around me and I felt safe once again. Derick suggested we go into the living room to talk, but I insisted we go into the kitchen so I could finish getting the table set and dinner ready. I announced, “Blue’s made his famous Parmesan Lime Grilled Corn and his White Chili. He used his mom’s recipe for the chili so it’s gotta be good. Maeve and I made a salad.” A dinner party was something I had never done so I smiled nervously at Blue and started pulling silverware out of drawers and the chunky pottery bowls that we had bought a few days ago at the ByBee Pottery Outlet just for this party. “Sam, Krystal,” He said, interrupting me, “There's been some chatter from our informants that some men in the Favoloras Cartel from Mexico have come into town. Word has it they are gunning for the people that shut down their pipeline for drugs and guns into this area.” I stilled, almost not breathing and looked at Blue. He took two steps and had me pressed hard against his body. He put his lips against my ear and whispered, “It doesn't matter. You and the baby belong to me. I will always protect both of you. Every breath in your body is mine to take care of forever. You will always be safe with me.” My face was against his chest and I heard his steady slow heartbeat. I smelled his spicy cologne with a faint hint of his own musk underneath. My body knew these signals intimately and I relaxed almost unconsciously. “Unfortunately,” Derick said, “I have some more news. Krystal, I got a call from Captain Frank about twenty minutes ago. I told him not to call you because I wanted to be with you when I told you. The police had a call to the Riverside Trailer Homes this afternoon. A cavalcade of cars went through the park today with guns. They shot up everyone's trailers from the entrance to the road where your mom lived. A few people were injured, and one person was pronounced dead at the scene.” The bowl in my hand crashed to the ground as I sagged, unable to support myself on nerveless legs. I remembered what Jag had said about coming after my mom. But he was in jail. How would this cartel know about my mom? We weren't particularly close anymore, but I loved her. It could not be her that was dead. Maybe someone I knew. Maybe Mom’s new boyfriend . . . my mind kept going in useless circles. Blue scooped me into his arms and held me tightly against him amid the broken pieces of blue speckled pottery. “Shhhh” he murmured in my ear, “It’s all going to be okay.” Derick said, “I'm sorry, Krystal. I’m sorry to have to tell you that your mom died this afternoon. Also, from the description of the cars and people it looked like not only was it the Favoloras Cartel, but it was their leader, Aaron Favoloras, who actually shot your mom. That means he’s calling the kill as a blood debt to him personally.” I knew I should say something, but I felt once more as if my throat had a huge blockage that words couldn’t pass. How was I going to be able to deal with my mom dying? How was I going to deal with more violence and death? I slid out of Blue’s arms, and sat heavily onto the floor. I looked at the broken bowls and whispered, “I need to pick this up, I guess we can just use our regular bowls.”Pre-order for 99c!
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Claire feels like she sprang into existence, a full blown personality, just like her books. She believes she is made from her imaginary dragons that lived in her closet when she was eight, her half feral imaginary friend, Jennifer, who lived in the Girl Scout Camp woods when she was ten and finally started growing up with her Water Brothers when she was sixteen. Claire has had many living reincarnations in her life time before becoming an author. She has been a poet, a healer, midwife, nurse, artisan, mother, grandmother, wife and lover. She and her dear husband (he claims she rescued him, she says it was the other way around) live with their four rescue birds, three rescue dogs and one rescue fish in the wilds of Tennessee in a house with at least two ghosts.Krystal Clear by Claire Lalique
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They thought their lives were settled.
They were wrong.
After rescuing Krystal from the Rattler Kings MC, Samuel promised to love and protect her forever. She trusted him to keep her safe.
Then, the Favoloras Cartel roared into town, declaring blood debt.
They had to run.
How can you keep someone safe when there’s danger at every turn?
After rescuing Krystal from the Rattler Kings MC, Samuel promised to love and protect her forever. She trusted him to keep her safe.
Then, the Favoloras Cartel roared into town, declaring blood debt.
They had to run.
How can you keep someone safe when there’s danger at every turn?
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Unlikely In Love by Susan Mac Nicol
Short story trilogy
Genre: contemporary romance
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Three delightful short stories about how love begins in the most unexpected ways.Meet Elliot and Dan in ‘Benchpressed’
City planner Elliot meets personal trainer Dan and between them, they whip the gym into shape… “I happen to think you have a very nice belly,” Dan murmured. “It makes a change from the usual devotion to keeping a six pack.” His tone went dreamy. “I like a man with a bit of meat on him.” Oh, fuck me. That sounded a bit awkward, even to me. My body flushed with heat and I cleared my throat.
Meet Davey and Gus in ‘Dear Davey’
Agony Aunt columnist Davey has an unfortunate habit of causing mayhem for fellow worker Gus. He also has no filter. Remind you of someone? “Oh, and I’m sorry I set fire to your waste bin yesterday,” I muttered. “Who else would it have been?” he said. “Do I need to take out company hazard pay when I go out with you?” I huffed, flicking my hair back from my forehead. “Puhleaze. It’d be worth every penny, I promise.” Behind me, Gus’s cologne invaded my nostrils and I closed my eyes, inhaling his scent.
Meet Cooper and Robbie in ‘Banana Appeal’
An errant gecko brings Graphic artist Cooper meets neighbour Robbie together. There may also be a banana involved. I took a step forward, brandishing the banana toward him as if entreating him to eat it. Robbie took a step back, a wary look crossing his face. I wondered whether he’d expected me to ask him to fellate it. Because that would have been a complete waste when my dick was willing to be wrapped between those full lips. The banana didn’t stand a fucking chance if I got in there first.
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Susan Mac Nicol is a self-confessed bookaholic, an avid watcher of videos of sexy pole dancing men, geek, nerd and in love with her Smartphone. This little treasure is called ‘the boyfriend’ by her long-suffering husband, who says if it vibrated, there’d be no need for him. Susan hasn’t had the heart to tell him there’s an app for that… In an ideal world, Susan Mac Nicol would be Queen of England and banish all the bad people to the Never Never Lands of Wherever -Who Cares. As that’s never going to happen, she contents herself with writing her HEA stories and pretending, that just for a little while, good things happen to good people. Sue is a PAN member of Romance Writers of America and is a member of the Romantic Novelists Association in the UK. She’s also Editorial Manager at http://www.divinemagazine.biz, an online LGBTQ e-zine, and she’s a Charity Board trustee at http://wwwbeingmecampaign.com in London. She’s passionate about research for her books and has stayed in a circus, taken lessons from a blind person on how it feels to be blind, and travelled to a lighthouse with maintenance crew to see first-hand what it’s like inside. She’s also writing a screen play with a Hollywood actor named Nicholas Downs, with a view to taking her latest release, Sight Unseen, to the big screen.
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Shattered Krystal by Claire Lalique
Shattered Krystal by Claire Lalique
Series: Shattered #1
Genre: romantic suspense
Synopsis
Life can change on a dime. When Krystal McKenzie was kidnapped by the Rattler King MC she was broken, physically and mentally. She didn’t think she would ever recover and wasn't sure she even wanted to. Enter rookie police officer Samuel Donahue, her knight in shining armour. After rescuing her, he was not going to allow her to be anything but healthy, confident. Whole. After all – she was the love of his life. He knew it the minute he laid eyes on her. He wasn’t taking no for an answer.Purchase it
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Claire feels like she sprang into existence, a full blown personality, just like her books. She believes she is made from her imaginary dragons that lived in her closet when she was eight, her half feral imaginary friend, Jennifer, who lived in the Girl Scout Camp woods when she was ten and finally started growing up with her Water Brothers when she was sixteen. Claire has has many living reincarnations in her life time before becoming an author. She has been a poet, a healer, midwife, nurse, artisan, mother, grandmother, wife and lover. She and her dear husband (he claims she rescued him, she says it was the other way around) live with their four rescue birds, three rescue dogs and one rescue fish in the wilds of Tennessee in a house with at least two ghosts.
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