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Title: Fears And Scars
(Damaged Hearts, #2)
Author: Emily Krat
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 25th
One lie can destroy everything. What will a pile of them do?
A chance encounter changed everything for Ryan and Liz. Five months later, they have an all-consuming love, a deep emotional bond, an explosive sexual chemistry, and a newfound trust. They’re engaged and on the way to their happily ever after.
The only problem is a secret from Elizabeth’s past that Ryan has been hiding.
The truth will come out. Will it set Ryan and Liz free or break them apart and destroy their dreams?
Life challenges every relationship. Ryan and Liz will learn that secrets aren’t their only problem.
“We’re strong. We’ll survive this. We can survive anything.” – Ryan.
Warning: This book contains mature themes and thus is intended for adult readers only. (18+)
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Once we’re in the car, I ask the driver to turn the heater up to blast the chill out and then press the magic button that sets privacy partition up.
“What are you up to?” Liz asks as I pull her into my lap.
God, I missed her—her voice, her smell, her lips … her everything. “I can’t believe I have you in my arms again.”
She brushes her palms along my cheeks. “I was in your arms two days ago.”
“Yeah, ages ago. As soon as we step inside the hotel, I’m going to rip anything and everything from your body,” I murmur, nipping her ear. My cock aches in my jeans.
My hands skim down her back to her firm ass. There’s a mountain of clothes between us, and I’m desperate to get them off.
“Right in the lobby?” she whispers seductively.
“Right in our bedroom, smartass. Then I’ll lay you down on our bed and lick your sweet pussy the way you like.” I pause to lick her wrist and smile when her face flushes. “I can’t wait to be buried inside you.”
“Ryan,” she says, leaning away from me. “I can’t wait for us to … do those things, but we aren’t going home. I have a surprise for you.”
“Yeah.” I watch as she flips over the ‘Mr.-Best-Fiancé-Ever’ sign and read the words “Let’s set a date” written in black marker.
My hands stills, and my heart trips heavily against my ribs.
“When you proposed, I thought it was crazy. Things happened so fast, we barely knew each other, and I was cautious. But I knew.”
I suddenly have a hard time swallowing. “You knew?” I parrot.
“When you find the right person, you know right away.” Her eyes caress me. “I was also scared that if I let myself plan a life with you, something bad would happen. After I lost my parents, I lost faith. You helped me find it again. You breathed life into my lungs. You came into my life and have been consuming my body, my mind, my heart ever since. Ryan, you are a gorgeous, kind, intelligent, ambitious, tender, loyal, protective, caring man.” Her voice shakes as she goes on. “I believe we have been given a gift—a rare love. I want to be yours in every way. I want to bear your name, to share your highs and lows, to always be by your side. Let’s move in together and set a wedding date.”
A kind of warmth I never knew existed before swims through my veins, but guilt also simmers beneath my skin. I should have told the truth about her parents sooner. My heart races as I study her, debating on the right words before moving a wayward piece of hair from her cheek. “Liz,” I start.
She must feel me building up to something or notice the tension in my shoulders. Either way, she takes my face in her hands and strokes my cheeks with her thumbs. “I’ve waited for this moment for so long. I wanted to make it memorable. And I want to make you happy, Ryan. Because you make me crazy with happiness, with love, every second of every day. I’m sorry for the reservations about setting a wedding date, I doubt nothing anymore. I only hope you haven’t changed your mind.”
“Of course not. God, Liz. It’s my biggest dream for you to be my wife.”
Her eyes sparkle with happiness, no trace of loneliness or sadness lurking there. She’s so different from when we first met.
I let it go, again. I’ll find another time. All I care about right now is making her happy.
“I’m messy, Ryan. I never put things where they belong. I—”
“You think I don’t know that by now? We’ve been alternating between the hotel and your place for five months, baby.”
“Living together full time is different. You’re a neat freak. You might get sick of me.”
“Not possible, but then again, who’s talking who into moving in?”
“Me. I want it, Ryan. I’m just scared.”
“It’s going to be perfect, Liz. You’ll see.” Leaning in, I kiss her with everything in me. “Let’s go pack your things. I want you moved in as soon as possible.”
(This excerpt has not been proofread so there might be slight changes in the forthcoming edition.)
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About The Author
Always an avid reader who consumes whole books in a single day, Emily Krat is ecstatic to now be on the other side of the page. For her writing stories and developing ideas for novels is a true passion and a dream come true.
Emily is a chocolate junkie, “Grey’s Anatomy” fan, and admirer of good music. She loves summer rains, warm blankets on cold winter nights, as well as traveling, sleeping in late, watching TV shows, cooking, and baking. When she’s not writing or rewriting, she loves spending time with family and friends
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Title: Maverick (Roughnecks Trilogy, #1)
Author: Chelsea Camaron
Release Date: April 6, 2015
Invisible – Unseen
He was the high school crush who never knew I existed. I am still the girl hiding against the wall.
Life for Kenzy Davis is far from easy right now. After ending a long term relationship, she is back in her hometown, starting over.
Maverick Collins works hard and plays even harder. An invisible illness shakes his world at its core as his father fights for his life. Everything he ever took for granted stares him in the face, including the shy girl from his past.
Watching someone you love battle an illness is never easy. When the ICU nurse caring for his dad is the one girl from his past he saw around but overlooked, does Maverick find comfort in her embrace? Does Kenzy find a new calm in the chaos of her life? Or do their feelings remain invisible yet again?
Lost in thought, trying to remember my dad’s damn list, I am not paying attention to anything around me while stopping at the bags of salad. I don’t look up as I push my cart in front of me so I can lean down to grab the right one. I feel the cart bump something and hear a slight whimper.
Looking up, I smile at the woman in front of me as she turns around to face me. Whoa, I didn’t expect the anger she has going on over an accidental bump.
“Slick, watch out, why don’t ya? I’m sure this little ploy of yours works on every other chick, but not me, okay? So think about that next time.”
“Slick, huh? Well, my friends call me Tapper, but whatever. I’m sorry. It really was an accident, not some ploy.” I say, lifting up the bag of mixed greens so she can see I was getting something.
“Apology accepted. Moving on. Have a good day, Mr. Tapper.” She smiles and it hits me who she is.
She pushes at her cart, and I hear her mutter, “Appropriate name, Tapper. Humph.”
“Kenzy,” I call out to her back as she strolls away from me.
Her gorgeous, dark hair swings around her as she turns back to face me, Confusion etches her features, and I realize she doesn’t recognize me.
“Maverick,” I say, introducing myself.
“Oh my, you’re … um … dirty,” she says, covering her mouth in embarrassment of her unfiltered response.
“Baby, you have no idea,” I reply with a smile and a wink. “You look good, Kenzy. It’s been a long damn time.”
“Y-yeah.” Composing herself, she smiles finally. “I just moved back.”
“Good, I’ll see ya around, then.”
“Sure thing.” She turns back to her cart and heads off to finish her shopping, her ass swaying with each step.
I can’t help wanting to take my hand to that ass and make it a nice shade of pink. Kenzy has certainly grown into a beautiful woman from her awkward teenage years. She had an innocent yet definitely rough beauty in her youth, one that you had to see past the outer appearance to the heart of the girl. Now she is carrying herself in a refined but shy way. I don’t think she realizes how gorgeous she is.
About the Author
Chelsea Camaron was born and raised in Coastal North Carolina. She currently resides in Southern Louisiana with her husband and two children but her heart is always Carolina day dreaming.
Chelsea always wanted to be a writer, but like most of us, let fear of the unknown grab a hold of her dream; she realized that if she was going to tell her daughter to go for her dreams, that it was time to follow her own advice.
Chelsea grew up turning wrenches alongside her father, and from that grew her love for old muscle cars and Harley Davidson motorcycles, which just so happened to inspired her ‘Daddy’s Girls’ series. Her love for reading has sparked a new love for writing and she currently has a few more projects in the works.
When she is not spending her days writing you can find her playing with her kids, attending car shows, going on motorcycle rides on the back of her husband’s Harley, snuggling down with her new favorite book or watching any movie that Vin Diesel might happen to be in.
She hates being serious and is still a big kid at heart. She is a small town country girl enjoying life and, Chelsea hopes that her readers remember not to take life too seriously and to embrace your inner five year old, because five year olds know how to enjoy the simple things in life and how to always have fun.