Feb 21
Sober Addiction by A.S. Brown Blog Tour
Hollywood
Socialite and heiress to the Fairfield Casino empire, Eliza Fairfield
has lived her entire life in the spotlight. However, the glamorous
life filled with money and fame isn’t as enchanting as it appears.
When her drug addiction lands her in rehab for the fourth time, Eliza
is ready to get in and get out. By this point, rehab is just a
pit-stop. She plans on them as often as she plans on her next high.
What
she didn’t plan on was her encounter with Lucas “Cas”
Henderson. As Eliza and Cas begin to form a relationship despite all
of the odds stacked against them, Eliza starts feeling things that
she never thought were possible. She begins to hope for a future she
figured was just a dream.
As
they leave the safe, secured walls of their rehab facility, their
relationship is put to the test. Who would have thought rehab would
have been the easy part? Fighting their demons and the hell of
addiction was something they thought they could accomplish together.
But, when life intervenes and they are forced to leave rehab
separately, they have no choice but to face the complications of real
life alone as well as fight for a relationship they both desperately
want. Can these two rise above their destructive pasts to become what
they are meant to be or are the odds just too much to overcome?
A.S.
Brown is new to the writing world with Sober Addiction being her
debut novel. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with
family, reading and dreaming up new ideas to write about. She lives
in small town Pennsylvania with her husband, two children and two
geriatric dogs.
Feb 21
Wild Aces by Marni Mann Review
4 Smooches!
Synopsis
Trapper Montgomery
His darkness drew me in.
A mystery with a past I wanted to solve.
He was cold, like ice, but set me on fire.
A heat I hadn’t felt in ages.
But when I saw his face, I burned…
In mourning
Again.
Brea Bradley
She melted from my voice–shuddered from my touch.
But trembled from the memories
That my face brought back.
She wanted more…
Maybe even him.
I wasn’t the hand she counted on.
But I was what she was dealt…
A Wild Ace with no way to win.
Review
Trapper is a cold, mysterious, broody poker player, who mostly keeps to himself and his dark secrets so as to avoid his past hurting him anymore that is has done. But when he meets Brea at a masquerade party the sparks between them fly! But when they see each other it’s not only Trapper is hiding a hard past; Brea is mourning a love. A love she is reminded of when she is with Trapper. Can she overcome her lost love? And can Trapper let go of the past to allow himself a future?
“It was strangely hot to be gazing into this superhero’s eyes and extremely confusing at the same time. Despite how much of his face was covered, I could feel his sensuality radiating through the latex.”
This was such an intriguing and mysterious story. The whole way through we know some things and then there are other things we only get a hint of and you are wondering the whole way through what is happening? What is it? Like the mysterious compound and what happened to both Brea’s lost love and Trapper? And that’s what I loved most about this book; the constant surprises and the fact you had to keep reading to find out the full story!
“If I didn’t get my mind off those screams—and the memories of my own—they’d haunt me for the rest of the night.”
Trapper is seriously full of mystery; we know he plays poker and we know he has had a very dark past and a very secretive present. But not much else. As we go through the story we get to know that he may be silent and broody but that he also cares deeply for those he let in. Brea has also had a very sad past but she remains caring, funny and loving despite her sadness and she is a character I loved throughout this story.
“I felt like I finally knew who he was, what drove him, what pleased him, what hurt him, and what hadn’t weakened him.”
Such a fascinating plot line; full of unexpected twists and turns and great supporting characters in the form of Brea’s best friend and husband. I really didn’t have a clue what the compound was until the very end and it was both beautiful and heartbreaking. Which is exactly what this story was throughout; beautiful and heartbreaking at the same time.
~Bethany
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Feb 20
A Reason To Kill by C.P. Smith Review
4.5 Smooches
Synopsis
Max Hunter has a problem. Well, two, actually. One he fished out of the river, and the other? . . . A killer.
Mia Roberts has a problem that stands six foot five and swings an axe like a God. On assignment to study the grizzlies of the Alaskan frontier, she stumbles across a body and then stumbles into the arms of a lumberjack she can’t resist.
Throw in Max’s mother into the mix and a handful of crazy friends and family and you have a recipe for adventure.
Rated B for Bossy, F for funny, T for Thor, God of Thunder, R for language, explicit sexual content and EDIBLE UNDIES. For mature audiences only. 18 and above.
Review
“Why me? Why are you so hell bent on this?” “Because my lungs locked up when I laid eyes on you, and I didn’t breathe again until I kissed you. You don’t steal air from a drowning men. If you leave, I won’t be able to breathe,”
So let’s start this review off by saying that I was nervous going into this story because while I liked the first book in this series I didn’t love it. I felt it too similar to a well known author and just needed a tad bit of work in general. So knowing that let me tell you that this book was a vast improvement for me. Not to say the first book is bad because it is far from bad just that this one was so much better. The location, story and characters all felt fresh and new and I quickly fell for this small Alaskan town and the people who reside there.
“Wet Max plus Naked Max equaled Turned On Mia.”
Mia is clumsy (very very clumsy) and while clearly beautiful she is quirky beyond belief (care bear tshirts for real.) She has come to Trails End with her job to work with the local bears and make sure they are safe. But not only has she caught the eye of the of so sexy Max Hunter but somehow got herself pinned as the prime suspect in a slew of murders that seem to be happening around her.
“You’re like a big fuzzy bear. I love Grizzlies.” “Jesus, you’re a cute drunk.”
There was so much to love here in this book, first there is Max. He is alpha-licious. Just imagine a perfect alpha male and you got Max, so lets move on to the others. Mia, oh Mia. She was a bit of a mess, always falling off cliffs and such but while it could have easily come off as cheesy and too much the author seemed to know how to pull back just enough to make her feel real. I loved her quirkiness and her out there attire. Then there was Max’s mother Maxine and her partner in crime (and co-passion party host) Martha. Why let the cops solve a crime when they could easily do it themselves. Maxine is my hero and I hope to be like her when I grow up. I could go on and on about each of the locals telling you how much I loved them but I won’t. This book was sexy (oh so sexy), funny, and with a great mystery plot to boot. The main difference for me between the first book an d this one was that while the mystery was the highlight of book 1 for me in this story it almost took a backseat to the amazing cast of characters and a love story I could not get enough of.
“Mia, the reality of you, of how I feel now that I’ve found you . . . Christ, it far outweighs any dream.”
I can honestly say that C.P. Smith seems to really be working on her craft because I for one can see a great improvement and cannot wait to start book three. Also I want to note that while the author suggest reading the first book before starting this one I personally believe this could easily and enjoyably be read as a standalone.
~miranda
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Feb 20
A Reason To Breathe by C.P. Smith Review
4 Smooches
Synopsis
Love at first sight was never so dangerous.
Jack Gunnison has a problem. Well, two, actually. One is 5’5″, and the other? . . . A killer.
Jennifer Stewart needs a change after losing her husband and sending her daughter off to College. Jenn moves to the high country of Colorado to start her life over and follow her dreams. Unfortunately, she gets more than she bargained for when she attracts the eye of a killer.
Together, Jack and Jenn must figure out his identity before he strikes again.
Review
So, I had mixed feelings about this debut book after finishing it. Parts of it I LOVED and parts of it I saw areas that could be strengthened. My biggest concern was that it felt like I had read it before. Not the specific plot but the dialogue and the way the book read felt similar to another author. Not a copy but definitely felt heavily influenced. Now saying that I love me a romantic suspense and this one had some great twist and turns as well as a man that was impossible not to fall for.
‘Jack might be a good guy, but he was very, very dangerous to my heart.’
Jack Gunnison (great name right) is the local sheriff and the HAIC (Head Alpha In Charge.) I loved him. He knows what (and who) he wants and isn’t afraid to jump in feet first. Why let something like only knowing someone for three days stop you from claiming them right. Now this chick here loves her a Love At First Sight book. So if you don’t than this isn’t for you but I do. I love the fantasy of it and when I read I want a little fantasy. Jenn is new in town, recently widowed and her daughter off to college she moves to town for a fresh start. Four months later and with a killer targeting those around she is thrust into the sights of the too hot for his own good sheriff.
“You with me baby? ‘Cause there’s no turning back after this, no way. Once I slip into that sweet heat of yours, you’re mine, do you hear me? You. Are. Fucking. Mine.”
Now, Jenn had some faults, she is supposed to be older (40ish) but would talk and act like someone of a younger crowd. At times this wore on me but I mostly brushed it off because to be honest there are older women out there who are just younger at heart. Jack and Jenn definitely had chemistry and while I enjoyed them as a couple I was way more into the who done it aspect of the book myself.
Overall, this was a good start to a series and I am looking forward to see how this author develops and grows.
** I want to note that at the time of posting this review I have continued this series and each book in it seems to get better and better.
~miranda
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Feb 18
Finley by Ella Frank Cover Reveal
Title: Finley
Author: Ella Frank
Genre: M/M Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 22nd, 2016
Cover Design by Jay Aheer at Simply Defined Art
Blurb
It’s time to come home, Finn.
It’s been seven years since Daniel Finley left his hometown in Florida for the hustle and bustle of Chicago’s city life.
Since then, he’s worked hard for his position at the prestigious law firm Leighton & Associates, even when it’s caused distance and isolation from his family and friends. But that’s all about to change.
On his thirtieth birthday, he receives the one thing he never dared hope for. Something that was promised to him years earlier—a note. One simple sentence from the man he’s never been able to forget.
Six words will forever change the course of their lives.
Brantley Hayes has it all. Or so he thinks. When he first made the decision to take a job down in Florida, his family thought he was crazy. But, after years of living in the quiet beach town, he finally feels a sense of community. He’s surrounded himself with friends who are like family, has a job he loves, and owns a spectacular beachfront property that is his sanctuary.
Yet he still feels unfulfilled, as if a piece of the puzzle is missing, and he knows exactly which piece it is. On an impulse, he follows through with a promise he made years earlier. A promise to call home the one he sent away.
Nothing is as simple as it seems.
After years of separation, the former lovers are reunited, but Brantley wasn’t expecting to encounter the high walls now guarding Daniel’s heart.
Daniel may not be the same person he was when he left, but he knows that the first step to healing is the note in his hand.
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About the Author
Ella Frank is the author of the #1 Bestselling Temptation series, including Try, Take, and Trust and is the co-author of the fan-favorite erotic serial, A Desperate Man. Her Exquisite series has been praised as “scorching hot!” and “enticingly sexy!”
A life-long fan of the romance genre, Ella writes contemporary and erotic fiction and lives with her husband in Portland, OR. You can reach her on the web at www.ellafrank.com and on Facebook at www.facebook.com/ella.frank.author
Some of her favorite authors include Tiffany Reisz, Kresley Cole, Riley Hart, J.R. Ward, Erika Wilde, Gena Showalter, and Carly Philips.
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Feb 18
Reasonable Doubt by Whitney G. Book Blitz with Giveaway
Reasonable Doubt
by Whitney G.
Publication Date: March 31, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance
Free: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks
My cock has an appetite.
A huge and very particular appetite: Blonde, curvy, and preferably not a fucking liar…(Although, that’s a story for another day.)
As a high profile lawyer, I don’t have time to waste on relationships, so I fulfill my needs by anonymously chatting and sleeping with women I meet online.
My rules are simple: One dinner. One night. No repeats.
This is only casual sex. Nothing more. Nothing less.
At least it was , until “Alyssa”…
She was supposed to be a 27 year old lawyer, a book hoarder, and completely unattractive. She was supposed to be someone I shared law advice with late at night, someone I could trust with details of my weekly escapades.
But then she came into my firm for an interview–a college-intern interview, and everything fucking changed…
Reasonable Doubt Volume #1
Prologue
Andrew
New York City is nothing more than a shit-filled wasteland, a dump where failures are forced to drop all their broken dreams and leave them far behind. The flashing lights that shined brightly years ago have lost their luster, and that fresh feeling that once permeated the air—that hopefulness, is long gone.
Every person I once considered a friend is now an enemy, and the word “trust” has been ripped from my vocabulary. My name and reputation are tarnished thanks to the press, and after reading the headline that The New York Times ran this morning, I’ve decided that tonight will be the last night I ever spend here.
I can’t deal with the cold sweats and nightmares that jerk me out of my sleep anymore, and as hard as I try to pretend like my heart hasn’t been obliterated, I doubt that the agonizing ache in my chest will ever go away.
To properly say goodbye, I’ve ordered the best entrées from all my favorite restaurants, watched Death of a Salesman on Broadway, and smoked a Cuban cigar on the Brooklyn Bridge. I’ve also booked the penthouse suite at the Waldorf Astoria, where I’m now leaning back on the bed and threading my fingers through a woman’s hair—groaning as she slides her mouth over my cock.
Teasingly darting her tongue around my tip, she whispers, “Do you like this?” as she looks up at me.
I don’t answer. I push her head down and exhale as she presses her lips against my balls, as she covers my cock with her hands and moves them up and down.
Over the past two hours, I’ve fucked her against the wall, forced her to bend over a chair, and pinned her legs to the mattress while I devoured her pussy.
It’s been quite fulfilling—fun, but I know this feeling will only last for so long; it never stays. In less than a week, I’ll have to find someone else.
As she takes me deeper and deeper into her mouth, I tightly tug her hair—tensing as she bobs her head up and down. Pleasure begins to course its way through me, and the muscles in my legs stiffen—forcing me to let go and warn her to pull away.
She ignores me.
She grips my knees and sucks faster, letting my cock touch the back of her throat. I give her one last chance to move away, but since her lips remain wrapped around me, she leaves me no choice but to cum in her mouth.
And then she swallows.
Every. Last. Drop.
Impressive…
Finally pulling away, she licks her lips and leans back against the floor.
“That was my first time swallowing,” she says. “I did that just for you.”
“You shouldn’t have.” I stand and zip my pants. “You should’ve saved it for someone else.”
“Right. Well, um…Do you want to order some dinner? Maybe we could eat it over HBO and go at it again afterwards?”
I raise my eyebrow, confused.
This is always the most annoying part, the part when the woman who previously agreed to “One dinner. One night. No repeats.” wants to establish some type of imaginary connection. For whatever reason, she feels like there needs to be some type of closure conversation, some bland reassurance that’ll confirm that what just happened was ‘more than sex,’ and we’ll become friends.
But it was just sex, and I’m not in need of any friends. Not now, not ever.
“No, thank you.” I walk over to the mirror on the other side of the room. “I have someplace to be.”
“At three in the morning? I mean, if you just want to skip the HBO and go for another round instead, I can…”
I tune out her irritating voice and begin to button my shirt. I’ve never spent the night with a woman I met online, and she isn’t going to be the first.
As I adjust my tie, I look down and spot a tattered pink wallet on the dresser. Picking it up, I flip it open and run my fingers across the name that’s printed onto her license: Sarah Tate.
Even though I’ve only known this woman for a week, she’s always answered to “Samantha.” She’s also told me—repeatedly, that she works as a nurse at Grace Hospital. Judging by the Wal-Mart employee card that’s hiding behind her license, I’m assuming that part isn’t true either.
I look over my shoulder, where she’s now sprawled across the bed’s silk sheets. Her creamy colored skin is unmarred and smooth; her bow shaped lips are slightly swollen and puffy.
Her green eyes meet mine and she slowly sits up, spreading her legs further apart, whispering, “You know you want to stay. Stay…”
My cock starts to harden—it’s definitely up for another round, but seeing her real name has ruined any chance of that for me. I can’t stand to be around anyone who’s lied to me, even if she does have double D tits and a mouth from heaven.
I toss the wallet into her lap. “You told me your name was Samantha.”
“Okay. And?”
“Your name is Sarah.”
“So what?” She shrugs, beckoning me with her hand. “I never give my real name to men I meet on the internet.”
“You just fuck them in five star hotel suites?”
“Why do you suddenly care about my real name?”
“I don’t.” I glance at my watch. “Are you spending the night in this room or do I need to give you cab money to get home?”
“What?”
“Was my question unclear?”
“Wow…Just, wow…” She shakes her head. “How much longer do you think you’ll be able to keep doing this?”
“Keep doing what?”
“Chatting someone up for a week, fucking her, and moving on to the next. How much longer?”
“Until my dick stops working.” I put on my jacket. “Do you need cab fare or are you staying? Check out is at noon.”
“Do you know that men like you—relationship avoiders, are the type that typically fall the hardest?”
“Did they teach you that at Wal-Mart?”
“Just because someone from your past hurt you doesn’t mean that every woman after her will.” She purses her lips. “That’s probably why you are the way you are. Maybe if you tried to actually date someone you’d be a lot happier. You should take her out for dinner and actually listen, see her to her door without expecting an invitation inside, and maybe bypass the whole ‘let’s go fuck’ in the hotel suite thing at the end.”
Where are my keys? I need to go. Now.
“I can see it now…” She can’t seem to shut up. “You’re going to want more than sex one day, and the person you want it from is going to be someone you least expect. Someone who will force you to give in.”
I pull my keys from underneath her crumpled dress and sigh. “Do you need cab money?”
“I have my own car, dick-face.” She rolls her eyes. “Are you really this incapable of having a regular conversation? Would it kill you to talk to me for a few minutes after sex?”
“We have nothing more to discuss.” I put my room key on the nightstand and walk toward the door. “It was very nice meeting you, Samantha, Sarah. Whatever the hell your name is. Have a great night.”
“Screw you!”
“Three times was more than enough. No, thank you.”
“Things are going to catch up to you one day, asshole!” She yells as I step into the hallway. “Karma is one hell of a bitch!”
“I know.” I toss back. “I fucked her two weeks ago…”
About the Author
A self diagnosed candy addict, travel junkie, and hypochondriac, Whitney Gracia Williams LOVES to write about characters that make you laugh, cry, and want to (in the case of Claire Gracen) reach through your Kindle and slap them.
She is the New York Times & USA Today bestselling author of Reasonable Doubt,the Mid Life Love Series, the Jilted Bride Series, the My Last Resolution Series, Wasted Love, and Captain of My Soul.
When she’s not locked inside her room, feverishly typing away on her laptop.
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Feb 18
Dawn Of Forever by Jewel E. Ann Release Launch
Jack & Jill’s dark & uniquely funny story concludes in
Dawn of Forever by Jewel E Ann!
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Blurb
’til death do us part.
Aric James Monaghan promised Jillian Knight Portland. With a heavy heart and a light bag, she travels to the West Coast for the man she loved. In a blink her worlds collide, holding her hostage to a past filled with lies, deceit, and revenge.
Four Caskets
Two Bodies
It all started with a boy and a girl—their tragic love story is shared through the eyes of the enemy.
Every word fades dreams and shatters memories as life slips away. Jillian needs a Knight, Jessica needs a miracle, and together they need a savior.
Excerpt
Tugging off her shirt, she smiled. Gone were the compression bras; she didn’t burn them, but they were hauled off with the trash shortly after the infamous refrigerator sex. Lace, satin, and underwire took their place.
“What you’re doing right now feels more intimate than anything you’ve ever done to me with your mouth.”
“We’ll see about that.” He wet his lips, eyeing her white lace bra. Approval glimmered in his eyes.
She removed the rest of her clothes, eager to be in his arms. He took a step back as she moved toward him.
“Stop.”
She froze. Her hands searched for a place to be: hanging idle at her sides, covering her breasts, shielding her neatly-shaven pussy?
“Repeat after me.”
“What?” Her voice squeaked with disbelief.
He grinned as his ego gobbled up her confidence. “I’m beautiful.”
Ryn squinted.
“Say it.”
She sighed. “I’m beautiful.”
“I’m taking back every bit of confidence that bastard took from me.”
It would never happen like that, but someone who hadn’t been in her shoes could never understand. However, she loved the naked man standing before her for saying it.
“I’m taking back every bit of confidence that bastard took from me.”
“I’m worthy of happiness.”
That one hit harder than it should have. She’d never given happiness much thought.
“Say it.”
“I’m … I’m worthy of happiness.”
“I’m going to marry Jackson Knight and love him in spite of his multiple fucked-up personalities.”
“Jackson—”
“Say it.” His voice carried a rare pain and vulnerability.
“I’m going to marry Jackson Knight…” she stepped closer and rested her hands on his chest “…and I’m going to love Every. Single. One. Of his fucked-up personalities.”
“I’ve had a shit day,” he whispered, brushing his thumb along her cheek. “Until now.”
She nodded slowly, then looked up at him. “I’ve had a shit life … until now.”
“Touch me,” he said.
“Where?”
“Everywhere. Make me feel human again.”
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About the Author
Jewel is a free-spirited romance junkie with a quirky sense of humor.
With 10 years of flossing lectures under her belt, she took early retirement from her dental hygiene career to stay home with her three awesome boys and manage the family business.
After her best friend of nearly 30 years suggested a few books from the Contemporary Romance genre, Jewel was hooked. Devouring two and three books a week but still craving more, she decided to practice sustainable reading, AKA writing.
When she’s not donning her cape and saving the planet one tree at a time, she enjoys yoga with friends, good food with family, rock climbing with her kids, watching How I Met Your Mother reruns, and of course…heart-wrenching, tear-jerking, panty-scorching novels.
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Feb 18
One Day Soon by A. Meredith Walters Release Launch with Excerpt
He found me in blood and tears.
I stayed with him through darkness and fire.
We loved each other in the moment between innocence and bitter truth.
We were the kids easily ignored, who grew into adults we hardly knew.
We weren’t meant to last forever. And we didn’t.
He ran away.
I tried to move on.
Yet I never stopped thinking about the boy who had fought to keep me alive in a world that would have swallowed me whole. He was the past that I buried, but never forgot.
Until the day I found him again, years after believing I had lost him forever.
And in cold, resentful eyes, I saw the heart of the man who had been everything when I had nothing at all. So I vowed to hold onto the second chance that was stolen from the children we had been.
Sometimes fate is ugly. Life can be twisted.
And who we are can be ruined by who we once were.
For two people who had survived so much, we would have to learn how to hold on before we were forced to let go.
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“Maybe I should tell you a story. It’s been a long time since I’ve done that. You always liked when I made up dumb stuff to get you to smile.” I chuckled. “The more improbable the better, right? So let me think of something completely unrealistic.”
I sniffled, wiping my wet cheeks. I hadn’t realized I was crying.
“Once upon a time there was a sad, lonely boy who was actually a forgotten prince. No one knew that he was rich and powerful and had a family that was searching for him.” I smiled sadly, wishing, more than anything, that this particular story had been true.
“One day he met a girl who swore that she would help him get back home to the castle. They fell in love. The prince wanted her to come back to the castle with him so they could live there together. They fought dragons and defeated ogres. They ran from witches and swam through oceans. And finally they found the castle. The prince’s family welcomed him home and he married his princess. And they lived happily ever after.”
I rested my forehead on the back of his hand, hating how cold his skin was. “You always loved your fairytales,” I mused, wishing he had been able to find his.
The hand in mine stirred and I bolted upright. Yoss’s face was contorted in pain, his eyes fluttering.
I got to my feet and reached for the call button so I could alert the nurse that something was wrong.
Then he let out a breath and his eyes opened. They were clouded and confused as they darted around the room, taking everything in.
I was rooted to the spot, not moving. He frowned and then winced when he tried to sit up.
“Uh, you shouldn’t do that. Take it easy,” I instructed, my voice shaking.
Then the wild, green eyes found me. There was no immediate recognition and I felt the crushing weight of disappointment.
He doesn’t know who I am.
His eyes were cold. So cold. Dead. He groaned as he lifted his hand to his face, touching the bandaged skin.
“Let me call the nurse. Your doctor will want to see you now that you’re awake—”
“Where am I?” he asked, his voice rough and hard.
It was a voice I had heard a million times in my dreams.
A voice I never thought I’d hear again. Not in real life.
“You’re at Lupton Memorial Hospital. You were brought in last night.” I didn’t give him any more details. I wasn’t sure he was ready for all that. He had just gained consciousness after all.
“The hospital,” he repeated. He struggled to sit up and hissed in pain at the effort.
“Seriously, you should wait and let me call the nurse—”
His eyes flashed in my direction and the cloud of confusion lifted as he speared me with a look that I felt in my bones.
Recognition.
His eyes widened and his mouth parted in disbelief.
I wanted to say something—anything—but my tongue felt frozen behind my teeth.
Yoss shook his head and closed his eyes. He let out a noise that sounded a lot like a sob and my heart knew the sound of pain when it heard it.
When he opened his eyes again, they were wet. Long, dark lashes spikey with tears that refused to fall.
A hundred memories arched between us. A thousand words spoken softly in the dark.
A dozen promises never kept.
His lips curved upwards into the shadow of a smile that I remembered and loved so much.
“Imi,” he whispered.
I nodded, still otherwise paralyzed.
“Imi,” he said again, a tear traveled the length of his cheek and dripped off his chin.
“It’s me, Yoss,” I said finally, forcing myself to speak.
Our eyes met. They held.
They clung and they devastated.
Fifteen years had passed but none of that mattered.
In that instant we were kids again. Remembering a time when, to each other, we were everything.
The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary and Paranormal romance including The Find You in the Dark and Bad Rep series as well as the upcoming stand alone romance, Reclaiming the Sand, and a dark new adult series for Gallery Books.
A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.
A. Meredith is represented by Michelle Johnson with the Inklings Literary Agency.
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Feb 18
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Excerpt
Suddenly, my body goes rigid. I can’t move at all, but I can feel a surge through my entire system. I can see it, taste it, smell it. My heart forces blood through my veins, warming my insides. As the blood flows, the muscles in my legs, arms, and chest flex.
“Sten? Are you all right?”
I try to focus on her face, but my vision is blurred.
“Hold on, Sten. You just need to ride it out.”
“What…” I can’t utter another word. My throat seizes up, and for a second, I am unable to take a breath.
Riley’s palm touches my face as she presses a sensor to my temple. My arm jerks, and I grasp her hand. I press it to my chest.
“Relax. Focus on your breath.”
“I can’t!”
She takes my free hand in hers and holds it to her body, right over her heart.
“Focus on me, then,” she says. “Feel my heartbeat.”
My fingers twitch. I can feel the steady beat in each fingertip. Closing my eyes, I count the beats. One hundred. Two hundred. Three hundred.
Minutes pass. I keep counting. Eventually, my body begins to adjust and my muscles relax. I become aware of not just her heartbeat, but of how close my hand is to her breast. My dick strains in my shorts.
I reach out with my legs, wrapping them around her waist and bringing her body toward my crotch. Releasing her hand, I reach up and grab the back of her head and use the other hand to push the collar of the lab coat out of the way. The blue of her blouse contrasts with her skin. It’s beautiful, enticing.
With one finger, I trace the edge of her collar, brushing over her skin. I can feel her heart beat under my fingertip, and I want to taste the spot where I’ve touched her. I look back to her eyes. She’s staring at my lips.
I bring us together, pressing my mouth to hers gently at first but then with more vigor. I can taste mint on her breath as my tongue slides over hers. I thread my fingers through her hair and tighten my thighs around her waist, holding her close to me. I trail my finger farther down her collar and spread my hand to cup her breast.
She pulls back, breaking the kiss.
“Sten, you’ll have to stop that now.”
“I don’t want to.”
“I know.” She touches the side of my face, running her hand over my rough cheek.
“I want you. I need you.” I don’t understand why I’m explaining myself. It’s clear to me from her scent that she wants this too, but she keeps pushing me away. She denies me as she denies herself.
Why?
A soldier, a doctor, and a stark white laboratory full of lies.
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Blurb
I awaken in a laboratory.
I don’t know who I am.
I’m inexplicably drawn to the doctor who cares for me. She tells me I’ve been altered, that I’m stronger and faster, that I’ll be a key component in a war between corporations. She says I volunteered for this. She says I volunteered to be transformed, but I have no way of knowing if what she says is true.
Something isn’t right. My memories have been taken, wiped clean, but dreams begin to slip into my conscious mind. I can’t let anyone know when that happens, or they’ll remove my memories again. Somewhere inside of me, I know I need to remember something important.
I’m fighting a war I don’t understand, and the one woman I rely on can’t be trusted.
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