Synopsis

Northern was supposed to be a fresh start—a place where people didn’t know who I was or how I had spent years in and out of mental institutes. People didn’t know about my parents death or the island no one heard of. But when Peter sits next to me in lit class, I can’t stop the memories, and I don’t want to. He looks too much like the boy from the island, and despite my best intentions, coaxes my secrets from me.

He’s gorgeous, irresistible, a little mad, and completely lost—we are a pair of broken cogs in a world neither of us truly fits into. He is somehow gentle and fierce, heartbreaking in his devotion and savage in his defense.

When Belle, his best friend, shows up, pale and lovely and sick, Peter pulls away from me, a startling withdrawal. It’s a relationship that scares and confuses me. She is at times warm and friendly, and other times is violent and unpredictable.

Peter says that he wants me, but refuses to let himself get close. And there are secrets, surrounding both of us, that border on nightmares. As the memories close in, as Belle gets sicker and more violent, I’m torn between what is true and what I believe, and what this magical boy knows about my mysterious past.

About the Author:

Nazarea Andrews is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. She loves chocolate and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, and overgrown dog.

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Two short months before graduating high school, Kendall Jones’ world is ripped apart at the seams. A stranger rescues her from a near brutal attack, but is unable to save her parents from death. Eight years later, Kendall moves to New York, hoping to put her past behind her, and once again finds herself in need of rescue.

Tristan Price saves the life of a young woman, who then haunts his dreams for eight long years. When she literally falls at his feet, Tristan decides that he will protect her, no matter what the cost. When her past comes back to threaten her, his plan to keep her close could cost his heart.

Can Tristan save Kendall a second time, and at what cost? Can the price of love overshadow the darkness of her past?

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Cassy is a work at home mom where she spends her days surrounded by children running her in-home daycare. She loves to cook, read and spend her nights and weekends being a Les Mills group fitness instructor. She has been a lover of all things romance from a very early age. She hopes and dreams that everyone can receive their happy ever after. A good ol country girl at heart, she was born and raised in Arkansas and now resides in Charlottesville, Virginia with her husband and three young children.

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EXCERPT:

I didn’t recognize the name on the street sign. Nothing about the rural road looked familiar or

friendly. Tall, imposing trees and overgrown weeds choked the front of the dilapidated home.

Windows were boarded up. There was a gaping hole where the front door had been. I shivered,

wanting to be far away from here…wherever here was.

Walking felt harder than it should be, and I stumbled off the chilly asphalt, wincing as

sharp gravel dug into my feet.

My bare feet?

I stopped and looked down. Chipped pink nail polish peeked through the dirt…and blood.

Mud caked the legs of my pants, leaving the hems stiff. It made sense, seeing as how I wasn’t

wearing any shoes, but the blood…I didn’t understand why there was blood staining the knees of

my jeans.

My vision clouded and dulled, as if a gray film had been dropped over my eyes. As I

stared at the weathered asphalt under my feet, large and smooth rocks replaced the tiny stones.

Something dark and oily seeped over the rocks, slipping through the cracks.

Sucking in a sharp gasp, I blinked and the image was gone.

Hands trembling, I raised them. They were also covered with dirt and scratches. My nails

were broken, bloodied. A silver ring wrapped, encased in soil, around my thumb. Air froze in my

chest as my gaze crawled over my arms. The sleeves of my sweater were torn, revealing pale

flesh covered in bruises and gashes. My legs started to shake as I swayed forward. I tried to

remember how this had happened, but my head was empty—a black void where nothing existed.

A car drove by, coasting to a stop a few feet in front of me. Somewhere in the trenches of

my subconscious, I recognized the flashing red and blue lights as a source of safety. Elegantly

scrawled along the black-and-gray side of the cruiser were the words ADAMS COUNTY SHERIFF’S

DEPARTMENT.

Adams County? A flash of familiarity came and went.

The driver’s door opened, and a deputy stepped out. He said something into the radio on

his shoulder before he looked at me.

“Miss?” He started around the cruiser, taking tentative steps. He looked young for a

deputy. Barely out of high school and able to carry a gun seemed wrong somehow. Was I in high

school? I didn’t know. “We’ve received some calls into dispatch concerning you,” he said

gently. “Are you okay?”

I tried to respond, but only a hoarse squeak came out. Clearing my throat, I winced as the

motion scratched and pulled. “I…I don’t know.”

“Okay.” The deputy held up his hands as he approached me, as if I were a skittish deer

about to bolt. “My name is Deputy Rhode. I’m here to help you. Do you know what you’re doing

out here?”

“No.” Knots formed in my belly. I didn’t even know where here was.

His smile strained. “What’s your name?”

My name? Everyone knew their name, but as I stared at the deputy, I couldn’t answer his

question. The knots started twisting more. “I don’t…I don’t know what my name is.”

He blinked, and the smile was completely gone. “You don’t remember anything?”

I tried again, concentrating on the empty space between my ears. That was how it felt.

And I knew that wasn’t good. My eyes started to tear up.

“Miss, it’s okay. We’ll get you taken care of.” He reached out, lightly taking hold of my

arm. “We’ll get this sorted.”

Deputy Rhode led me around the back of his cruiser. I didn’t want to sit behind the

Plexiglas, because I knew that wasn’t good. Only bad people sat behind the glass in police

cruisers. I wanted to object, but before I could say anything, he settled me into the seat and

wrapped a coarse blanket around my shoulders.

Before he locked me in the bad part of the car, he knelt and smiled reassuringly.

“Everything’s going to be okay.”

But I knew he was lying, trying to make me feel better. It didn’t work. How could

everything be okay when I didn’t know my own name?

ABOUT DON’T LOOK BACK:

Samantha is a stranger in her own life. Until the night she disappeared with her best friend, Cassie, everyone said Sam had it all—popularity, wealth, and a dream boyfriend.

Sam has resurfaced, but she has no recollection of who she was or what happened to her that night. As she tries to piece together her life from before, she realizes it’s one she no longer wants any part of. The old Sam took “mean girl” to a whole new level, and it’s clear she and Cassie were more like best enemies. Sam is pretty sure that losing her memories is like winning the lottery. She’s getting a second chance at being a better daughter, sister, and friend, and she’s falling hard for Carson Ortiz, a boy who has always looked out for her—even if the old Sam treated him like trash.

But Cassie is still missing, and the facts about what happened to her that night isn’t just buried deep inside of Sam’s memory—someone else knows, someone who wants to make sure Sam stays quiet. All Sam wants is the truth, and if she can unlock her clouded memories of that fateful night, she can finally move on. But what if not remembering is the only thing keeping Sam alive?

“This engrossing thriller packs a heady atmospheric punch with plenty of theatrical scares,” Kirkus Reviews

“Armentrout has written another winner. From the first page to the last, she builds both terror and confusion to the point where readers will be hooked and on the edge of their seat. This standalone contains all of Armentrout’s usual trademarks– a strong and determined heroine, witty comments and hot guys–but she adds in an extra layer by ratcheting up the suspense to the highest degree and follows it up with an ending no one will see coming.” RT BOOK REVIEWS 4 1/2 Stars TOP PICK

About Jennifer L. Armentrout:

# 1 NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY Bestselling author Jennifer lives in Martinsburg, West Virginia. All the rumors you’ve heard about her state aren’t true. When she’s not hard at work writing. she spends her time reading, working out, watching really bad zombie movies, pretending to write, and hanging out with her husband and her Jack Russell Loki.

Her dreams of becoming an author started in algebra class, where she spent most of her time writing short stories….which explains her dismal grades in math. Jennifer writes young adult paranormal, science fiction, fantasy, and contemporary romance. She is published with Spencer Hill Press, Entangled Teen and Brazen, Disney/Hyperion and Harlequin Teen. Her book Obsidian has been optioned for a major motion picture and her Covenant Series has been optioned for TV.

She also writes adult and New Adult romance under the name J. Lynn. She is published by Entangled Brazen and HarperCollins.

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Book: Confessions of a City Girl LA

Author: Juliette Sobanet

Tour Organized by: Indie Sage, LLC

Synopsis

In their efforts to start a family, talented DC photographer Natasha Taylor and her professor husband have plunged headfirst into the stressful world of fertility treatments, scheduled sex, and IVF-induced debt. When an opportunity arises to sell a gallery left to Natasha by her late mother, Natasha hopes the sale could dig the couple out of financial ruin, give them one last shot at a baby, and save their crumbling marriage.

But when her husband walks out on her and doesn’t show up to her most important exhibit, an intense encounter with the alluring Nicholas Reyes—a once-famous photographer turned investor—leaves Natasha questioning everything she believed she wanted for her life.

Nicholas offers to buy the gallery…on one condition: Natasha must join him for a decadent weekend in Los Angeles, where he will give her the career opportunity of a lifetime and one unforgettable Hollywood night.

How harmless could one night be?

As it turns out, one night with the disarming Nicholas Reyes has the power to unravel Natasha’s tightly-wound world and awaken her in ways she never could have imagined.

Excerpt

Chapter 5 Excerpt:

An hour and a half later, I am feeling more vibrant, alive, and excited about life than I have felt in years. I’ve showered alone in Nicholas’ stylish penthouse suite at the W Hotel, put on a splash of make-up—okay, perhaps more than a splash—and slipped on a slinky black cocktail dress and tall pink stilettos.

As I ride the chic elevator down to the lobby where I’m meeting Nicholas before our night out on the town, I steal a quick glance in the mirror, not recognizing the woman staring back at me.

She certainly doesn’t look like a woman who has just lived through her third failed IVF attempt, a woman who has spent hours crying alone on the bathroom floor over the loss of a child who has yet to exist, or a woman whose husband hasn’t taken her out on a real date in over two years.

No, this woman looks confident, strong, sexy…happy even.

Like a woman who knows what she wants.

I bottle up the confidence I haven’t felt in so long and carry it with me as I strut through the glitzy lobby, past a crew of photographers and wannabe stars, and down a set of red velvet stairs. Nicholas is standing beneath a dazzling crystal chandelier, tilting his head to the side and shooting me a bold, deadly grin—the kind of grin that makes a woman want to do things she’s never done before.

He slides a hand around my waist, and I know the minute he’s touched me that the damaged, lost soul who lives underneath this dolled-up exterior is a long way away. Perhaps just for tonight, I won’t even acknowledge her existence.

Nicholas leans into my ear, whispering, “I’m going to have to keep you close tonight; otherwise, you’ll be stolen away from me in seconds. You look ravishing, Natasha.” Then he steps back to take me in once more, shaking his head. “My God.”

Nicholas has surely been out with women who are younger, more glamorous, and hotter than me. Women who are much more comfortable in their skin than I am. But I stop myself from saying as much, because what he has just said to me—no matter how overtly bold it may have been—is the nicest thing a man has said to me in years.

And by the way he cannot take his eyes off me, I can tell that he actually means it. None of the budding actresses with legs for miles and four-inch heels strutting past are even getting a sideways glance from this man.

A girl could get used to this.

I suppress the nervous giggle that wants to escape and instead place a smooth hand on his arm. “Where are you taking me tonight, Casanova?”

“Dinner first, then cocktails, dancing, and a little burlesque. Sound good?”

I can hardly contain my excitement at the thought of a real night out on the town—or over the fact that Nicholas has planned all of this in advance just for me. I’m tempted to pinch myself to see if I’m dreaming, but instead I smile and say, “Perfect.”

With a hand on my back, he escorts me out of the hotel, into the warm Los Angeles evening. Two stretch limos line the driveway of the W while a group of twenty-something blondes in absurdly tight dresses smoke cigarettes and let out obnoxious high-pitched laughs. The typical Hollywood vibe of trashy meets money hasn’t changed since I was a young girl, following my own celebrity mother around town. But I am unfazed by it all tonight, simply happy to be with Nicholas, no matter where we are.

Raoul is waiting for us with the black town car, and just as I am about to slip into the backseat with Nicholas, the lamplight above catches on my wedding ring. The diamond which has been a permanent fixture on my left ring finger for the past ten years glints and sparkles, making me remember Ethan and the days when we were so in love.

It feels so far away, a distant memory that has been covered up by years of heartbreak.

Nicolas slides up behind me, placing a soft hand on my shoulder. “Everything okay?”

I glance back, finding a genuine look of concern in those gorgeous eyes of his.

This would be the moment to call it off. To tell him I can’t take the night any further. That I’m still technically married, and while I’m almost positive my husband has been seeking pleasure elsewhere, that doesn’t mean I should spend the night with another man…even if it means losing the sale of the gallery, and the financial relief that this could provide.

But with the heat of Nicholas’ chest pressing into my back, the warmth of his breath on my skin…I realize that while I know logically how wrong this is, something about tonight—something about him—feels so right. More right than anything in my life has felt in a long, long time.

I smile boldly at Nicholas. “Yes, everything’s fine.”

I slide into the car, knowing that I am taking a step in a dangerous direction.

But I also know that I won’t turn back now; I want to go wherever Nicholas is taking me.

About the Author

Juliette Sobanet earned a B.A. from Georgetown University and an M.A. from New York University in France, living and studying in both Lyon and Paris. She worked as a French professor before turning a new page in her career, penning romantic women’s fiction with a French twist. Today she lives in San Diego, where she devotes her time to writing, eating chocolate, and dreaming about her next trip to France. Visit Juliette’s website at www.juliettesobanet.com

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