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*Valentine’s Weekend Sale* The Story of Us Trilogy

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The Story of Us Trilogy
Sydney Jamesson

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TouchStone for play • TouchStone for giving • TouchStone for ever 

COVER REVEAL ~ Summer’s End by Dianna Hardy

Once Times Thrice is a series about loving big, living big and trusting big.
Contemporary romantic fiction, with just a touch of magic.

Title: Summer’s End
Author: Dianna Hardy
Genre: Contemporary Romance with a Touch of Magic
Release Date: Autumn, 2015
Book 1: The Spell of Summer



Pippa knew her life had all but ended seven months ago, when she answered the phone call no one ever wants to receive: her husband had been in a fatal car accident.
Left physically and mentally disabled, David now sits in a care home while she struggles to keep herself together as she brings up their three kids. And on top of the grief, there’s the guilt… she should be there for him, too.
One Christmas alone, one Valentine’s, one spring, and now summer’s nearly over… Can she face it all again?
Jimmy’s known Pippa since before they were teens. Best friends with her younger brother and two years her junior, she’s never had eyes for him, and when she fell in love with David, Jimmy finally accepted she would never be his. In fact, he swore off relationships altogether – why would he want the trouble of commitment when he has the thrill of the surf, the easiness of one night stands, and a business to run? Plus, he has his own cross to bear no one else needs to be burdened with.
But his torch for Pippa never went out.
And maybe someone, somewhere, knows it, for words scribbled down and said out loud in a moment of desperation, might just be working their magic, about to shine a light on everything they could have … if they’re prepared to take a leap of faith…

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This is the second book in Dianna’s heartfelt romance series about loving big, living big, and trusting big. Book one, The Spell of Summer, can be read as a standalone.

Other Books in the Series

The Spell of Summer
Once Twice Thrice Book One

Dianna Hardy is the international bestselling author of The Witching Pen series and the Eye Of The Storm series. She combines a titillating mix of contemporary and paranormal romance into her writing, as well as urban and dark fantasy, to bring you stories that are action-packed, fast- paced and not short of heat, with the focus on both character development and the plot. She writes full-length novels and short fiction.
She currently lives in Surrey (United Kingdom) with her partner and their daughter, where she writes full-time.

RELEASE BLITZ ~ The Sicarii series (Hired Gun Serials 1-4) by AJ Bennett and Julia Crane

The Sicarii Series
The Sicarii series
Hired Gun Serials 1-4
by AJ Bennett and Julia Crane

RELEASE BLITZ February 13, 2015
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Tall, dark, and sexy as hell, Thorne Hollow knows the power he holds over the opposite sex and how to use it. Cast out by the gods thousands of years ago, he roams the earth wor king as an assassin for The Sicarii, a secret society who protects humans from all of the things that go bump in the night. One night stands are his way of life … until he meets a mysterious woman whose intriguing power compels him to uncover more about her and the strange magic she wields.

Completed Hired Gun Serial.

A.J. Bennett lives in Nashville, TN with her husband and bulldog. She’s addicted to coffee, popcorn and books.
Becoming an author has been a lifelong dream, and she’s extremely excited about her debut novel Now or Never.



Julia Crane is the author of the Keegan’s Chronicles, IFICS. She has a bachelors degree in criminal justice.
Julia has believed in magical creatures since the day her grandmother first told her an Irish tale. Growing up her mother greatly encouraged reading and using your imagination.



RELEASE DAY BLITZ ~ COMPLETION (The Kane Trilogy) by Stylo Fantome

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Happy Release Day to Stylo Fantome and her new novella – Completion.
Completion is the final novella in The Kane Trilogy where we finally see The Devil gets his dues.
For those who have not read this series, this is a MUST READ! Fun, sexy and unforgettable!

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The Devil gets his dues

What happens when Satan in the flesh meets Lillith in real life?

Some name calling, a lot of fighting, and even more loving.

For two years, Jameson Kane and Tatum O’Shea have made their relationship work. It might not work for anyone else on the planet, but it’s perfect for them. Their own personal fairy tale.

But can Jameson give Tatum a true “happily ever after”? He’s not sure.

Where would the devil go to buy a throne, anyway?

WARNING: contains little plot, a lot of sex, and was written for the author’s own personal enjoyment.
Also graphic sexual situations and sadomasochistic themes.




The Brazilian made sexy eyes at Ang for a while, but it was obvious that Jameson was her ultimate goal. As they all took their sides of the tennis court, Tate glared as the other woman flirted and touched Jameson. Leaned against him. Breathed on him.

“What are we doing here?” Ang asked in a low voice.

“That chicks wants to fuck Jameson. He’s trying to pawn her off on you. Be sexy,” Tate advised him.

“Bitch, I was born sexy.”

Tate had to agree. Ang was wearing a pair of old fashioned looking Ray Bans, and his hair was cropped extremely short on the sides, but long and wild on top. There was a touch of James Dean about him; something 1950’s. His bad boy smile was firmly in place, and though Isadora was focusing on Jameson, she threw a couple flirty glances Ang’s way.

“Well, sexy it up some more, get her attention. I don’t want to spend the rest of the day trying to talk Jameson out of an orgy,” Tate hissed.

“We could end up in an orgy!?”

“Angier, don’t make me serve the ball into the back of your head.”

Tate was rusty – tennis had never really been her sport. She could knock the ball back and forth, but she wasn’t great. Ang couldn’t play for shit, it was comical watching him lope up and down the court. They both laughed a lot, collapsing into giggle fits enough times to earn a snap from Jameson.

Isadora played the game beautifully and elegantly, like Tate knew she would, and of course Jameson was good at it. If there was something Jameson wasn’t good at it, he simply didn’t do it, so Tate had figured he’d do well at tennis. Together with the Brazilian bombshell, they dominated the game. Tate couldn’t quite figure out why they didn’t switch, place a bad player with a good player, to at least even the odds.

But it quickly became apparent that Isadora didn’t want to even the odds. She cooed in Jameson’s ear, wiggled her ass in his face. Tate spent half the game making puking faces at him, which just earned her wolf grins and him feeding into the flirtation.

“I don’t think she’s interested in my sexy,” Ang informed Tate, looking over his glasses as Isadora bent straight at the waist, keeping her knees locked while she tied her shoelaces. Jameson stood directly behind her, waving his racket at them.

Tate gave him the finger.

“Yeah, we’re not here to play tennis. She invited us here so she could become fuck buddies,” Tate grumbled.

“Wouldn’t be all bad. She’s kinda hot,” Ang pointed out. Tate snorted.

“I didn’t come all the way to Hong Kong to have an orgy with Jameson’s ex girlfiend.”

“Does this kind of thing happen a lot?”

“Yes. We went to the Met gala last fall, and god, what a nightmare. There was this model, some young blonde thing that Jameson had slept with like a million years ago. Followed him around all night. I don’t want to go through that again,” Tate told him.

“What are you going to do about it?” Ang asked.

“Whore you out.”

Before he could argue, Tate jogged up to the net, scooping up the ball as she went.

“Oh, thank you, Tatum,” Isadora gushed in her syrupy accent, running up to the net as well.

“No problem. Say, Ang has never been to Hong Kong before, you should totally show him around after this,” Tate blurted out, not even trying to be subtle.

“Really? I was hoping to catch up with Kane a little more. So little chance to talk during the game. I would be very glad to keep him company while you show Angier the sites,” Isadora offered.

Hmmm, I’m not the only one lacks subtlety.

“See, I kind of had plans with Jameson,” Tate lied. There weren’t any set plans, but she figured she didn’t need them. He was her boyfriend. If she said he was busy, then he was goddamn busy.

“Yes, of course! The party!” Isadora exclaimed. Tate blinked in surprise.


“The party! Kane told me all about it, thank you so much for inviting me!”

“Are we gonna play, or fucking chit chat all day?” Jameson yelled from the back line. Tate stepped to the side.

“Your lovely partner was just telling me all about our party!” Tate shouted back, shielding her eyes with her hand. His own eyes were hidden by the bill of his hat, but the set of his jaw was ominous. He wasn’t happy.

“My partner should learn to keep her mouth shut. Let’s finish this game,” he called back.

“Oh, I’ll finish this game, alright,” Tate grumbled, stomping away.

“Something up?” Ang asked, walking up close to her. Tate leaned into him, pressing her face against his chest and letting out a mock scream.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tate breathed, turning her head to the side and resting all her weight against him. “First dinner with my parents. Then fucked up tennis. Now a party? Jameson hates parties, he hates physical activity that isn’t sex, and he hates my parents.”

“Maybe he’s trying to turn over a new leaf,” Ang suggested, but she could feel him trying not to laugh.

When you’re done dry humping, some of us would like to keep playing!

Tate glared as Jameson’s voice carried across the court. Oh, so he could let some hoochie Brazilian rub her ass all over his crotch, but Tate couldn’t hug Ang!? Oh, it was on. It was soooooo on.

“Ang, could you do me a favor?” Tate started, running her hands up and down his sides.


“Just go with anything I do.”


Tate ignored him and peeled her top off. She wasn’t being scandalous, she was wearing a sports bra – there were plenty of women running around the courts wearing the same thing. No, that wasn’t enough to get the reaction she wanted. But turning around and pressing her back to Ang’s front and doing a toe touch stretch, she was pretty positive that would inspire a response.

“Does he look mad?” Tate asked, not even trying to hide her smile as she pretended to stretch from one leg to the other.

“Murderous. Are we trying to piss him off?” Ang questioned.

“Just having some fun, messing with him. He made me sweat with all his flirting, now it’s his turn,” Tate laughed.

“Then let’s make it count.”

Ang smacked her on the ass, hard enough to cause her to fall forward and place her hands flat on the ground.

“I’m not fucking around, Tate. You have two seconds to knock it the fuck off!” Jameson yelled.

“Ooohhh, feels like a challenge to me! Game!?” she yelled back, slowly standing up and stretching her arms above her head.

“Don’t push me – you won’t win.”

Pffft, I always win.”

Tate spun around, facing Ang as she stretched her arms back, forcing her chest out. Ang didn’t even hide the fact that he was staring at her tits.

“I’m not really sure what kind of game you’re playing, but I gotta be honest, I like it,” he joked. Tate snorted and lowered her arms, coiling them around his neck. He rested his hands on her hips.

“Does he look mad?” she asked. Ang glanced behind her.

“Hard to tell. He always looks mad,” he pointed out, walking backwards and forcing her to follow.

“If he’s standing still, he’s not mad,” Tate explained.

“Oh, then he’s definitely mad.”

“Is he moving?”

“He’s right behind you.”

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** Warning: This review has no plot, no sex (mores the pity!) and totally gratuitous profanity.It involves completely OTT fangirling of the author with gushing love of the creepy stalker variety. Please have your sick bag ready and be aware of the exits **

Stylo Fantome. Yeah I want you to remember that name. Let’s say it again, Stylo Fantome.
She is without doubt one of THE discoveries of 2014. Her debut book Degradation was outstanding and she just kept going from strength to strength with Separation and Reparation, turning us inside out with the most dysfunctional train wreck of a relationship that’s so wrong it’s painfully right. This extra little novella called Completion is absofuckinglutelyfabulous. It doesn’t even feel like a novella it’s so packed full with development and emotion and it does exactly what the title says, completes the story and completes Jameson & Tate. You won’t want to give them up, won’t want this to be the end, even as fabulous as it is, because these characters will steal your soul. Satan will own you and who the fuck cares??? “Take me now Jameson” will be shouted from Heaven to Hell and everywhere in-between! Or is that just me? Whatever……….

Degradation –

I haven’t in a long, long time read a book that I so loved and hated simultaneously, as fascinated as I was horrified. A train wreck of a relationship, as beautiful as it is broken, brutally raw, poignant, passionate, tragic and destructive. If the Devil had a fucked up contemporary fairy tale it would be this and the ride has only just begun…
Separation –

Who knew the Devil had a soul? With Separation the fairy tale is fucked six ways till Sunday, sideways with a cherry on top. Forget every single feeling and emotion you had in the first because Stylo Fantome twists it, lubes it, fucks it and spits you out the other side knowing you had a fucking amazing bookgasm and were rendered completely speechless and incoherent in the process, satiated and dazed……..

The absolute sheer beauty of it is that while on the emotional journey of this one the author can change every single thing we thought we knew or felt from the previous one. That’s a special kind of talent. I am now totally convinced she will stop my heart with Reparation….

Reparation –

Stop my Heart? Try shredded it, kicked it to the kerb and stomped all over it. Fuck Me!!!!!

The conclusion to this rollercoaster ride had me screaming in my head, “No, she wouldn’t, she wouldn’t fucking take it there, No, oh Hell Fucking No?” so many times I was almost catatonic. Lights were on but nobody was home, speechless and incoherent again but for totally different reasons. For an author in her debut year to have the ability to give you the feels, the good, the bad and the ugly with three books that, while connected, have completely different paces and emotions is quite the feat.

Completion –

Completion made me feel like I was wrapped in a warm blanket, stuffed full of comfort food and surrounded by family and friends – yes I know, real mushy shit but it did! The humour and affection shone through every word and every interaction, Jameson, Tate, Sanders and Ang, all of them creating a warmth, creating their own family, the best kind – choice not blood – and while dysfunction surrounds them they make it their own, take the train wreck and work with the pieces. Stylo yet again writes a book connected to the others, just as addictive to read but fresh, different in style & pace and oh so satisfying and beautiful. This book is full of it (much like Tate!), bullshit and banter, sarcasm and wit, sex, friends and so much more. Sanders is just divine as always, Ang the Porn God is, well, Ang and then there’s Tate and Satan…………….

Two years down the line there is now a stability within Jameson and Tate’s relationship that changes the dynamic slightly in a good way. Of course Tate owns his soul and yes Satan has one (who knew!) the banter between them was just delicious, “ Shut the fuck up “ all the way through made me smile manically no matter where I was, it’s so them! In Reparation I loved how Stylo showed that, while it may not work for others, what they share works for them and in Completion this is underlined and put in bold! I wish I had the words for this pair, how much their journey is just the most amazing, well written, draw you in, spin you around, torture you and then spit you the fuck out, but I don’t – I’m not a writer, I can only say BUY it, one click that bitch. Hide yourself with a stiff drink and come meet Jameson and Tate, let Ms Fantome take you away for a few hours of sheer unadulterated bliss, the odd orgasm or two and make you remember why you read, why imagination is such a powerful and fabulous tool.

Bravo Stylo Fantome, automatic one click for me

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Gods, I FLOVE this story…. I adored Satan (who’d have thought it eh?!) by the time I’d finished Reparation but he’d stolen my soul by the end of Completion!!!

The three books in the trilogy were fabulous but this little gem was fanfuckintastic!!!! It really was a Completion of the story of Jameson & Tate.

Two years down the line we get to see how things are going with this pair. Happy and content together but still as kinky, hot, sexy and dirty mouthed as ever – who knew “shut the fuck up” was gonna be such a damned turn-on – it was a fun ride finding out what was in store for them.
Though they have both settled into their life together their banter and arguments are still full on and entertaining. This pairs relationship will never ever be stereotypically ‘normal’.

As for the rest of this little ‘family’ ~ Sanders is striking out on his own and forging a life for himself. Ang is finally the Porn King that he dreamed of being and we catch up with Nick who now has what he wanted but couldn’t have with Tate.

A couple of loose ends were tied up – one of them in particular had me cheering I must admit. There were some laugh out loud moments and Ang and Tate got up to some of their usual ‘lets piss off Satan’ antics.

The only thing that saddened me about Completion was that it was the end of a bloody awesome journey. Stylo has had me caught, bound and enthralled since Degradation and I never wanted the ride to end!!!!

An absolute joy to read, I grinned my way through it and my heart was bursting by the end! Yeah, I’m well aware that that’s a kinda cheesy thing to say – sue me, it’s true!!!!

If you haven’t read any of The Kane Trilogy yet, where have you been and WTH have you been doing?? Go grab your copies NOW and get stuck in….. This series is without doubt high on my list of recommended reads and one of my all time favourites!!!

I can’t wait to see what characters and story Stylo sucks me in with next…. but the one things I know for sure, it’s gonna be interesting!!!!









Stylo Fantome
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a necessity!), I have been writing since …, forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I remind people of Lucille Ball – I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I laugh a lot, I’m clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.

I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year, there’s your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair – both a curse and a blessing – and most of the time I talk so fast, even I can’t understand me.

Yeah. I think that about sums me up.

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RELEASE DAY BLITZ – Cupid by Jade Eby & Kenya Wright


Title: Cupid
Authors: Jade Eby & Kenya Wright
Genre: Dark Erotic Romance
 Release Date: February 13, 2015




The papers call him Cupid, the masked man who’s murdered five. His specialty is broken love, and he shows no signs of stopping what he does best: killing.
Diana Carson is determined to find out who Cupid really is, and millionaire Asher Campbell is giving her the financial backing for the investigation. 
Plus, he has his own reasons in controlling Cupid’s identity.
Together, they embark on a journey to find Cupid, but can they do it before they destroy each other? 

And is the hunt really worth the kill?


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Jade Eby

Once upon a time there was a little girl who fell in love with books then she grew up to write her own.

Jade has participated in National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) seven times and enjoys copious amounts of coffee. When she’s not writing, she enjoys trashy reality T.V. and reading everything she can get her hands on.

Mommy to two dogs and two naughty kitties, she feels like she might be on her way to having a zoo. You can find her on almost every social networking site that aids in her procrastination.

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Kenya Wright


Writer. Lover. Foodie. Mother. Book Addict.
Masturbator. Comedian. Super Hero. Blogger.

Professional Adventurer.

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SALE BLITZ – Valentine’s Weekend Sale Spectacular


Valentine’s Weekend Sale Spectacular
18 books on sale for only 99c each



Love’s Second Chance by L.P. Dover
Never Let Me Go Box Set by Jessica Gibson


On the Dotted Line by Kim Carmichael
Twisted Lies by Sedona Venez


Wanderlust by Lacey Weatherford
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Temporary Bliss by B.J. Harvey
Sands Through the Hourglass by T.M. Schaefer


Chasing Jenna by Micki Fredricks
No Brainer by A.J. Lape


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Talented by Sophie Davis


Free to Try by C.W. Nightly
Whispers by H.K. Savage


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The Battle for Arcanon Major by Alexandra May


Fragile Facade by Sophie Davis
Unforgettable by Sophie Davis


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Unexpected Fate by Harper Sloan

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Unexpected Fate by Harper Sloan


“Axel Reid, don’t you dare!”  my mom exclaims. Then she yelps when my daddy charges through the front door.

“Don’t I dare what, Princess?  No way that boy is going near my girl.  Look at him!  He looks like he can’t wait to creep on my daughter!”

“Well, there is no need to scare him to death!” she mocks.

My cheeks heat instantly when I see Dane start backing away from the porch.  My hopes of being able to actually go to my senior prom are starting to go up in flames.


Just like that.

Not that I should be surprised about it.  Mom did her best to calm Daddy down, but we should have known better.  He took one look at me and stormed over, only to return ten minutes later looking like he does now.

So embarrassing.

“You need to stop this nonsense right now, you big lug, or you’ll be sleeping on the couch,” Mom fumes.

“Like hell I will, woman!” Daddy roars at my mom.

I watch her face get sharp.  He stops long enough to sling one of—that’s right, ONE of—the rifles he’s carrying over his shoulder, where it lands next to the other one he already has over his other shoulder.

Only my mom would be brave enough to deal with him when he’s in “Protect Dani from everything with a penis” mode.  He looks absolutely ridiculous.  He has two hunting rifles now hanging by their leather straps over each shoulder.  He has two handguns strapped to each thick thigh, two on each side of his belt, and various knives along the way.  His shirt, which he thinks is hilarious to wear when I attempt to go out on a date, says I kill things…and eat them.  I know it’s a hunting shirt—for animals, not teenage boys—but Dane doesn’t.

Mom moves in front of him, standing in the front doorway and blocking his path, where Dane is still slowly retreating.  She’s been dealing with this way before they even had me.  He’s…protective.  I guess that’s the nicest way to put it.  Well, she calls him protective.  However, I call it possessive, overbearing, controlling, demanding, and jerky.

“This is her senior prom, Ax.  You wouldn’t let her go last year.” She pauses when he grunts. “And I’m sorry, but you won’t be stopping her this year.  She has a right to experience this.  And Dane is a nice boy.  Right, Dane?” she yells over her shoulder.

“Uhh…” he stammers, causing my daddy to grunt some more.

“The boy doesn’t even know how to talk, Izzy.  I bet he will be nothing but handsy and think with his little pecker.  Nope.  No way.  Not near my baby girl.”

Oh.  My.  God.  I wish I could just fall into a hole right now.  I try to see over my parents to find out if Dane heard that, but with Daddy basically being a giant, that’s not happening.

“You did not just say that!” I yell at his back.

Daddy turns around, his movements awkward with how many weapons he has strapped to his body.  His green eyes, so like my own, slant and harden.  He looks down at my dress for the thousandth time since I came downstairs and doesn’t even bother hiding his displeasure that it’s showing too much of my body.  Even if it is about as tasteful as it gets.

My strapless, red dress has a sweetheart neckline, and everything he calls my “girly bits” is covered.   There isn’t really any cleavage.  Well, okay, there is some, but surely with my lack of being busty, you couldn’t even call what is showing “cleavage.”  His first problem was with how much of my legs was showing.  Then I made the mistake of turning around without my wrap on.  That’s when he saw that the dress was completely backless to my bra line.  Well, what it would be if I had been wearing one.  Which is clearly when he lost his mind.

“You look just like your mother did that night twenty years ago when we finally came back to each other.  Right down to those strappy shoe things. And I guarantee you, Danielle Reid, any teenage boy who doesn’t bat for the other team will be thinking thoughts I’ll cut his dick off for.  No.  You aren’t going with that boy, and that’s final.”

I harden my eyes, and his narrow even further.

I put my hands on my hips, and he squares his shoulders, his rifles clinking together.

I raise one brow, and he mirrors the action.



“I’ll cry.”

“No, you won’t.  You have more balls than that.”

“Want to bet?”  I attempt to muster up some tears, knowing that he won’t be able to handle them, but before I can force the first one out, my brother jumps into my line of sight and blocks our standoff.

“Yo, Dane!  You just run along now.  Dani is unfortunately feeling a little under the weather.  Ebola. Or the flu. I don’t know.  It’s really ugly and you probably don’t want to be around this.  The boils—they could pop at any moment.”

“You did not just do that,” I heatedly whisper, fuming at his nerve.

Nate turns and smirks at me. “Oh I just did.”

“I can’t believe you two!”  I spin to look at the one person who can help me.   “Mom, seriously?”

Her expression softens, and she just shakes her head.  “I’m sorry, Dani.  I tried.”

“You two,” I start, pointing between my older brother and father.  “You just can’t leave it alone?  I’ll be eighteen in a few months.  What are you jerks going to do then?”

“You’re not dating, Danielle.  Not ever.”

“Oh yeah, Daddy?  And how realistic is that crap?”

“Watch your mouth, little princess.”


“I’m so sorry, Dani.”  She walks over and wraps me in her small arms.

I could probably really cry now a lot easier than when I was trying to fake it, but I’ve never been one of those girls who weep constantly.  It would be easier to just go upstairs, take off the dress mom and I spent hours looking for, scrub off the light makeup she helped me apply, and pretend this night didn’t happen.


An hour later, I’m sitting in my bedroom, still wearing my perfect dress.  My makeup is still done and my hair is still flowing in long waves.  And I’m no less mad at the men in my life than I was earlier.  I’ve considered climbing out my window.  I’ve considered asking my best friends, Lyn and Lila, to come help me escape.  But what would be the point?  Rambo-Dad already scared away my date, the only boy left in school who had been willing to ask me even though his friends had warned him about my father.

I lie down on my bed and stare up at the ceiling.  Maybe I should go away for college.  I planned on living at home while I attended Georgia Tech, but there is no way I can deal with this stuff any longer.  If my father had things his way, I would be shipped off to become a nun.  Or he would buy an island and make it an all-girls cult.

“Uhggggg!” I yell to the empty room.

“Seriously, Dani-girl, things can’t be that bad.”

I jump up when I hear the deep, gravelly, insanely sexy voice coming from my bedroom door.  That voice.  My lord.  The things it alone does to me should be classified as illegal.

My hair slaps me in the face, a good handful landing in my open mouth, and I hastily pull it out before I turn to where he is standing.

My lord, he’s beautiful.  He’s always been.  My heart speeds up when I take in his smirking face and the mischief dancing in his brown eyes.

“Cat got your tongue?”

I shake my head.


I shake it again.

“Do you really have some flesh-eating, boil-slash-Ebola-like sickness?” he laughs.

I narrow my eyes at him, and his rich laughter booms through the room.

“I’m just kidding, Dani-girl.  Come on. Get yourself ready and let’s go rock this prom.”

My jaw drops again.  “What?”

For the first time, I notice that he’s dressed in a perfectly tailored tux.  My eyes travel down his tall form to his shining, black dress shoes.  On the way back up, my eyes hit the corsage spinning around his finger before I look back up into those gorgeous eyes.

“Let’s go, beautiful.”

“Does Daddy know you’re here?” I ask, not moving from my spot.

He sighs, steps into my room, and walks over.  His cologne, Gucci Black, wraps around me.  He’s worn the same scent for years.  I perversely sniff it every time I hit the mall with Lyn and Lila.  That scent—it’s my undoing.

He grabs one of my hands and gives my knuckles a kiss before placing the corsage around my wrist.  He gives my hand a squeeze before letting go.  Placing his strong hands on my shoulders, he presses down until I’m seated on my bed.  Kneeling before me, he takes my feet one by one and fastens the straps of my black heels before standing and grabbing my hands, again, to pull me to my feet.

The whole time, I act like a freak and just gape at him.

What in the hell is going on?

“Ready?” he asks.


“Right. You’re ready,” he laughs, grabs my hand, and pulls me through the house, down the stairs, and into the entryway of the house, where my parents are waiting.

Mom has her camera ready, forcing us to take some pictures, for all of which I’m sure I’m just standing there in a daze.  I think I smiled in them, but I was too busy trying to figure out what the hell is going on.  Daddy smiles big and triumphantly the whole time, like he’s won some battle here.

“Oh, good.  You got here,” Nate mumbles through a sandwich he’s stuffing down his throat.

I shake out of my stunned stupor and look over at him.  “You did this?”  I ask with disbelief.

“Well, duh.  Can’t have my little sister miss her prom because of some boils.  Plus, I knew this guy,” he says, pointing at our father, “wouldn’t mind him.”  He takes another bite before he looks over my shoulder.  “And I know he isn’t going to try to pet the cat.”

“Nathaniel Gregory!” Mom gasps.

“What?  Why do you think Dad acts like he does?  Just because I’m willing to say the words doesn’t mean you have to freak out.”

I look over at my mom, who has turned bright red.

Daddy laughs at her embarrassment and pulls her into his arms.  “Are you sure we didn’t drop that one a few times as a baby?”

She slaps his hard stomach and shakes her head. “You look beautiful, honey.  Have fun, okay?”

I smile at her and move my eyes to Daddy to judge his mood.

He just smiles at me. “I trust him.  He won’t let any of those pimple-faced, prepubescent boys touch a beautiful hair on your head.  Have fun, sweetheart.”

I walk over and give them both a hug, standing up on my toes as far as a can to whisper my gratitude in his ear.  He’s annoying, overprotective, and possessive of his girls, but I love him and I know he comes from a good place.

“Uh, excuse me?  Do I not get any little-sister love here?  I’m the one running this show, you know?”

“You’re such a dork, Nate,” I laugh and give him a hug before turning back to my date.

He’s standing by the door, talking in low tones to my daddy.  I can’t hear him, but he’s still smiling, so I’m guessing there isn’t any talk about dismemberment going on.  He looks over, his smile deepening and the lines around his eyes crinkling.  Something moves behind his eyes that darkens them slightly, but he looks back over at Daddy, finishing up their conversation.

“Ready, Dani-girl?” he asks a few minutes later, making my heart speed up again.

Holy.  Crap.

“Yeah. I’m ready.”  Or at least as ready as I’ll ever be.


That night, while dancing to Brett Young’s “Kiss by Kiss,” I knew I would never be the same.  I could feel the jealous waves coming off every female in the room as he held me in his arms.  Of course, I had a man and not a boy as my date.  Five years older than I am and very obviously not a teenager.

Being held in his arms was a dream come true.  His scent invaded my lungs with every inhale.  His eyes twinkled as his smile held me hostage.  I knew I would never love a man as much as I love him.

Yeah.  That was the night I confirmed what I had always known.  What I had always felt.

Cohen Cage owned my heart and I never wanted it back.

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Meet Cohen & Danielle in the newest stand alone

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Unexpected Fate

(Stand alone)

Have you ever felt like you were living your life for a future that was predetermined? Like there was some bigger picture you just prayed you would someday see clearly? That picture has been crystal clear to me since I was old enough to recognize it for just what it was.

Or I should say recognize him for who he was.

I’ve loved Cohen Cage since I was a small child. He’s been my everything for the last twenty-two years. I’ve loved him through every girlfriend he’s ever brought home. Through his college years and then mine. I’ve loved him through two deployments. And ever since the day I told him how I felt, he’s acted like I’m a stranger.

My name is Danielle Reid, and it’s time for me to get my man.

Our future is an unexpected fate, and no matter what our parents, siblings, and friends say…it’s going to be worth every second of the fight to make it happen.

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About the Author:

harper sloan

Harper lives in small town Georgia just a short drive from her hometown of Peachtree City. She (and her 3 daughters) enjoy ruling the house they dubbed ‘Estrogen Ocean’, much to her husband’s chagrin. Harper has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books; you can almost ALWAYS find her with her eReader attached. She enjoys bad reality TV and cheesy romantic flicks. Her favorite kind of hero–the super alpha kind!

Harper started using writing as a way to unwind when the house went to sleep at night; and with a house full of crazy it was the perfect way to just relax. It didn’t take long before a head full of very demanding alphas would stop at nothing to have their story told.

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   where the road takes me book tour

Meet Blake & Chloe in Where the Road Takes Me
in this new coming of age novel by
Jay McLean


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Chloe has one plan for the future, and one plan only: the road. She’s made a promise to herself: don’t let anyone in, and don’t let anyone love her. She’s learned the hard way what happens if she breaks her rules. So she’s focused on being invisible and waiting until she can set out on the road—her dream of freedom, at least for a little while.
Blake Hunter is a basketball star who has it all—everything about him looks perfect to those on the other side of his protective walls. He can’t let anyone see the shattered pieces behind the flawless facade or else all his hopes and dreams will disappear.
One dark night throws Chloe and Blake together, changing everything for Blake. For Chloe, nothing changes: she has the road, and she’s focused on it. But when the so-called perfect boy starts to notice the invisible girl, they discover that sometimes with love, no one knows where the road may lead.

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Excerpt #1

Chloe lifted her gaze and locked it with mine. She shook her head again and groaned, “Fine.” Then she took off her shirt.
My jaw dropped.
My hands had touched her bare skin, the curve of her hips, and her tiny waist, but I’d seen her body only once, when she was in a bikini, and that had been for only a minute. But that was nothing compared to seeing her like this. Up close. So close her sports bra–covered breasts were just under my nose.
“Blake?” she whispered.
I struggled to take my eyes off her chest, but I finally made it to her face. She had her hair tied up in a messy knot on top of her head, like she often did. But a few strands were stuck on her neck and on her face . . . and a little sheen of sweat covered her arms and her stomach, her chest, her breasts . . .
“Blake,” she repeated, and I trailed my eyes back to hers again.
She pouted before she said, “Give me the ball?”
I shook my head and hid the ball behind my back.
She pouted again. “Please?” she whispered. Then a hint of a smile broke through.
“Are you trying to seduce me into giving you my ball?”


Teaser Quote

“Because over the years of building walls and living my life one day at a time, I’d learned to accept my fate and never hope for more than what I had. I’d never questioned the way I thought about my life. But Blake—he made me question it. He made me want to change it. To change my outlook. And to change myself. But I couldn’t. And I wouldn’t. Because one day, sooner rather than later, I’d be gone. And I’d leave them all behind.”


Excerpt #2 – Chapter One

There was that familiar ache that I loved so much—a burn in my chest that spread to the rest of my body. There was just one other feeling I loved more. Well—two, if you included the high of sex.
A constant state of numbness was my euphoria.
You couldn’t tell. No one could.
My feet thudded against the pavement. Sweat dripped from my hairline, down my neck, and onto my bare back. I shut my eyes, urging the numbness to kick in. I wanted to feel it everywhere. Not just in my body but everywhere. Maybe I should quit basketball and take up smoking weed as a hobby. I laughed to myself—Dad would love that. Another reason to kick my ass.
I rounded the corner with my eyes still shut. I knew that path in the park better than I knew my own home. Which is why I was running at two in the morning on a Saturday night. Sunday morning?
I was five steps past the corner—the numbness had just started to seep in—when I bumped into something. My eyes sprang open, and I found myself staring at someone on the ground.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I huffed, trying to level my breathing. I rested my hands on my knees, waiting for the thumping in my heart to calm itself. My skin stung and my muscles throbbed from the impact of our bodies. I was six foot three, and my frame matched the constant training and rigorous workouts it endured. Her—I couldn’t tell what she looked like—but I knew this much: if the collision had hurt me, it must’ve almost killed her.
She slowly came to a sitting position, resting her ass on her heels. Her head was bent, and her loose blonde hair formed a curtain around her face. She lifted her hands, palms up, and examined them. Blood.
“Shit! I’m so sorry.” A wave of panic whooshed through me.
Squatting in front of her, I took her hands to study the damage. She yanked them away and sniffed, straightening her legs out in front of her. Her short-ass skirt left nothing to the imagination.
“Dammit,” she whispered, her head still down.
My gaze moved from the hem of her skirt to her knees. Blood.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry,” I said for the third time.
It was dark, the only light coming from the moon and a lamppost fifteen yards away. I wanted to see her face, but I sure as hell wasn’t going to ask her to look at me. “Are you okay?”
Before she could answer, a rustling from the bushes interrupted us.
A guy stepped out, close to my age. He looked rough, rougher than the kids I hung out with—and I use that term loosely. He wiped the back of his hand across his mouth, then eyed it. Blood.
His eyes narrowed. Looking down at the girl in front of me, he seethed, “You fucking whore!”
Slowly, she stood up.
I swear I could actually hear the clicking of the pieces as it all fell into place in my mind.
Him—with his fat lip, torn shirt, and undone fly.
Her—now fully standing. The top of her tank was ripped, exposing one bra-covered breast.
I watched as her lips pursed and her eyes narrowed to slits, but then fire flamed in them as she yelled, “Fuck you!”
He took a step toward her with his hand raised.
Before I knew it, I was between them, gripping his forearm, my other arm behind me, wrapped around her waist. I could feel her shallow breaths against my back.
“Who the fuck are you?” he demanded, trying to pull away from my hold.
“Blake. Who the fuck are you?”
He laughed once, a snarl on his lips and a challenge in his eyes.
“What are you, her bodyguard?”
I lifted my chin and squared my shoulders. I towered over him, eying him down. I knew I could take him. Easily. “I don’t know, dickface. Does she need one?”
He tried again to withdraw his arm. I grasped it tighter. Then a cynical laugh escaped him. “Good luck. She’s a fucking tease— dresses like a whore but won’t even suck dick.” He looked around my shoulder at her. “You cock-teasing slut!”
Something in me snapped.
Blood rushed to my ears, and the numbness I’d hoped for was well and truly gone. My arm—the one previously wrapped around her—moved fast. My fingers had formed a fist and would have made contact with his face— Would have—if not for the tiny blonde girl standing in front of me. Between my intended target and me. With her entire body weight, she pulled my arm downwards, her eyes widening. “Don’t,” she said. “It’s not worth it.” Her voice was quiet, but her expression screamed for me to let it go. I was so surprised by her actions that I dropped Dickface’s raised arm.
Glaring at the guy behind her, I tried for an even tone as I warned, “You got three seconds to get out of here before I beat your ass.”
Her warm hands were now pressed against my chest, their pressure causing me to inhale sharply. My eyes fell to hers. They were pleading.
I heard “fuck this” and then heavy footsteps thumping against the pavement, the sound growing gradually more distant. My eyes, though, they never left hers.
After what felt like forever, she looked away.
I blinked for what seemed like the first time.
She suddenly noticed that her hands were still on my chest.
“Shit. I’m sorry,” she said, pulling them away and hiding them behind her back.
I swallowed. It was thick and embarrassingly loud, louder than the beating of my heart in my eardrums. “Are you okay?” I asked her. Bending slightly, I finally relaxed enough to catch my breath.
“Yeah, are you?”
Straightening, I studied her warily. She was a mess. Scraped knees. Disheveled hair. Shoe missing. I looked away when I caught sight of her purple bra, openly exposed from her torn top.
She cleared her throat.
I returned my gaze to her once she’d crossed her arms over her chest, hiding herself. She bit the corner of her lip, but everything else was still. There was no movement, not until she slowly raised her hand and wiped her cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered.
My eyebrows bunched. It’d been a while since I’d heard such genuine sincerity. “It’s no problem. Really.”
She tried to smile and then adjusted her top while taking off her remaining shoe. Then she just stood there, barefoot and shivering.
One arm at her side, holding her one and only heel, the other covering her breast. “Well, thanks for saving me.” She laughed softly, jerking her head toward the path behind us. “I better get going.”
I nodded, chewing on my thumb. Then some sense kicked in, and I stepped in front of her, blocking her from walking away.
“You shouldn’t be walking anywhere alone, especially—” I cut myself off. “Dressed like that” was definitely the wrong thing to say. Instead, I opted for “especially this late at night.”
Her smile was tight. “I’ll be fine,” she assured me, looking around at the darkness surrounding us.
She shivered again.
I pulled out my shirt, which I’d tucked into my shorts’ waistband, and handed it to her. “It’s probably wet—from my sweat— and it might smell a little funky, but you’ll be warmer.”
Her face relaxed, and her lips curled up. “Thank you, Blake.”
“You’re welcome, umm . . . ?”
She paused, searching my face. “Abby.”
“Abby.” I nodded in confirmation. “At least let me walk you wherever you need to go.”
She seemed to hesitate before nodding slowly. “I need to find my purse and my phone.” She studied me for a moment. “I don’t suppose you’re hiding a phone anywhere on you I can use for light?”

I looked down at my running shorts and sneakers. “No. But it’s in my car . . .” I pointed in the direction of the parking lot. “We can grab it and come back.”
She cursed under her breath. “It’s okay. I don’t think we’ll be able to find our way back here. Not when it’s this dark. I’ll come back in the morning or something.”
I smiled. Knowing that park as well as I did had its perks. “I know where we are. It’s fine.”
Grimacing, she asked, “Are you sure? You’re not . . . on your way somewhere?”
My laughter echoed through the still air. “Yes, Abby, I’m sure. Where would I be going dressed like this?”

She smiled then. Amusement danced in her eyes. “I don’t know.” She shrugged. “To kill someone?”
“What?” I asked, surprised at her sharp wit. I turned and began moving toward the lot.
When she caught up to me, she continued. “Think about it.
How many times do you hear on the news about dead bodies being found in parks? You know who always finds them? Joggers.”
I turned to her, tilting my head slightly, trying to work out whether she was serious or not. She tried to hide her smile before adding, “It seems a little suspicious to me—you joggers always being first on the scene and all. My theory is that you’re all a bunch of murderers, and you get away with it, using the jogger clause.
Makes me wonder if you have some underground club where you compare notes and brag about pulling off these murders.”
I threw back my head and laughed. “That’s one amazing theory.”
“Well,” she said, nudging my side with her elbow, “at least when you murder me, you’ll know that I was onto you, buddy.”
“Yet, here you are—walking with me in pitch-black darkness, at two in the morning, to a more-than-likely abandoned parking lot, under the impression I’m going to get you back to your necessities. You’re not even slightly afraid of what might happen to you?” All joking aside, she had to be a little worried. Surely.
The air around us turned thick. “No, Blake. I know I’m safe with you.”
She said my name as if it had a different meaning.
We walked the rest of the way to my car in silence.

About the Author:

jay mclean

Jay McLean is the author of the More Series, including More Than This, More Than Her, More Than Him and More Than Forever. She also has two standalones coming soon titled Where The Road Takes Me, and Combative.
Jay is an avid reader, writer, and most of all, procrastinator. When she’s not doing any of those things, she can be found running after her two little boys, or devouring some tacky reality TV show.
She writes what she loves to read, which are books that can make her laugh, make her smile, make her hurt, and make her feel.

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PROMO TOUR ~ What the Heart Needs by Kelli McCracken

What the Heart Wants
by Kelli McCracken
Soulmate Series
Bound by destiny, can their love survive those that would tear them apart? 
Dylan McBride thought he had it all when Heaven Lewis agreed to marry him. Yet the secrets surrounding them continue to build. Dylan’s father won’t accept his relationship with Heaven, but Dylan refuses to let his dad come between them. Even if it means giving up his life as a rock star.
His refusal brings a turn of events that may cost him Heaven’s life. The only person he can count on for help is Layne. While his best friend agrees to help, Dylan can tell Layne is keeping secrets of his own.
Among the chaos, Heaven is adjusting to her newfound abilities when she discovers they’re evolving. As if psychic powers aren’t enough to deal with, someone is making threats on her life. Threats that will unravel family secrets and put friendships to the test. All for What the Heart Needs.
“You’re lucky,” he said, his voice hitting that low, guttural tone that made her knees weak. “If we didn’t have people showing up in a couple hours, you and I wouldn’t leave this bedroom, today.” Leaning up on her toes, she brushed her lips against his, saying. “I’d say that makes me unlucky.” ~Heaven and Dylan, What the Heart Needs~




As a curator of characters, you’ll normally find Kelli McCracken sitting at her desk, working hard on her next novel. When she’s not arguing with those persistent people inside her head, you can find her hanging out on Facebook, chatting with readers about books and upcoming writing projects.

“It seems like all I ever do is write…and listen to Layne. He’s always whispering something naughty in my ear, like being dipped in chocolate. Now I’m craving a Kit-Kat. Welcome to my zany life, where sanity is optional, romance is required, and liquor is most definitely quicker. Jack Daniels keeps me sane, my characters, not so much.”

Kelli lives with her husband, four children, and her German Shepherd fur baby in the Ohio Valley region in the United States. If you’d like to learn more about Kelli, please visit her on the web at http://www.kellimccracken.com




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BOOK TOUR – Broken Lives by Brenda Kennedy




TITLE : Broken Lives
AUTHOR : Brenda Kennedy
GENRE : Soft Romance
RELEASE DATE : February 1, 2015
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Emma Greyson thought she had it all, until she was faced with Alec Collins’ ugly past.
While Alec tries to leave the past in the past and move on to the future, his wife, Molly, has other plans for her husband. After Emma is stalked and taunted by Molly, Alec makes a decision that could change everything. Will he stay with Emma? Will he leave and be with his wife and the mother of his daughter? Does Alec make the right choice? Only time will tell.



First and foremost I am a wife, mother and grandmother. I am also a nurse and a new author.  
I moved to sunny Florida in 2006 and never looked back. I love fresh squeezed lemonade, crushed ice, teacups, wineglasses, non-franchise restaurants, ice cream cones, boating, picnics, cookouts, throwing parties, lace, white wine, mojitos, strawberry margaritas, white linen tablecloths, fresh flowers and Pinterest.
I also love to read and write and to spend time with my family. My books thus far, have been inspired by the things I love and the people who influence me, every single day to be a better person.
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