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Title: Cut Short
Author: Julia Wolf
Genre: Romantic Comedy
Release Date: March 22, 2018
"This book was a breath of fresh air for me- nothing too heavy and a great love story!" -Roasted Romance
"...you can't help but fall in love with Joe, he is like a warm sweater and hot chocolate in front of a fireplace on a cold wintry day. You just want to melt along side Rachel as she falls in love with him."-Suzanne, reviewer
"This book consumed me. I was sneaking chapters in at work. Getting excited when friends canceled plans for the night and stayed up WAY past my bedtime to finish it. Everything, legit everything about this book pulled me in. Honestly from the start."-Trashy Biblio Blog
Rachel Sachs finally has her life together— almost. She owns a salon in the town she's always loved, dances the Running Man like nobody's business, has regular wine nights with her girls, and does really good hair.
After a trail of failed Tinder hook-ups, she's finally ready for something real...
Until she sees Joe Silver— the object of her high school obsession and the breaker of her young heart. That might be a little too real.
Fourteen years ago, Rachel ghosted when Joe made it clear she'd never have him. But now? He's not letting her get away. And soon they're right back to where they started, only instead of the all night instant messaging they did in high school, they're blowing up each other's phones with texts.
Rachel wants nothing more than to savor the slow, delicious burn of falling for Joe Silver again, but can she trust that what they're building is the real she's looking for? Or will history repeat itself and leave her with another broken heart?
"Julia lives in Maryland with her patient husband and three crazy beautiful kids. When she's not writing, momming, or watching Real Housewives, she's reading a book. Julia's a lover of all things romance. From sweet, to funny, to steamy, to so dirty you'll blushing for days, she reads (and writes!) it all."
Crossing the Line
by Ellen Wolfson Valladares
Genre: YA Magical Realism
Release Date: March 6th 2018
Laura, who died thirty years ago, enlists the help of a tenacious high school reporter named Rebecca, who is very much alive. Rebecca, although skeptical and conflicted by her supposed encounters with a spirit, determines to learn the truth about Laura’s tragic death. As the clues unravel and their worlds collide, Rebecca finds herself at a dangerous crossroads.
Laura, now pulled back into everything she left behind when she died – her old high school and memories of her life and death—has been in training for this exact moment. And nothing means more to her than succeeding at her assignment.
It is her one chance to make sure that what happened her does not happen to anyone else, and especially not to her new friend, Rebecca.
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Q: Tell me about your path to becoming a writer/published author.
A: I always knew I wanted to be a writer. From a young age, I loved to write for fun and dreamed about writing a book one day. In college, I studied journalism and began a career that involved writing news, features, public relations, and advertising copy. I had put the creative writing I loved as a child on the back burner. But in the late 1990s, the desire to write a book came back and I started working on an idea I had. It took a while, but my first book came out in 2008. That was a children’s novel, called Jonathan’s Journey to Mount Miapu, and I ended up self-publishing it.
It took a few years before I came up with another idea that inspired me enough to start the writing process again. I don’t know if people realize how much goes into writing a book. The second time around, I realized I still had a lot to learn about fiction writing. I was writing a young adult novel this time and I wanted to develop great characters, a well-thought-out plot, and compelling scenes. So you write and rewrite and rewrite again. I got feedback and rewrote again.
It still had been a dream of mine to find a publisher, so I chose that route this time. I was about to give up and self-publish again when WiDo Publishing expressed interest in my manuscript. The day they offered me a contract was really a dream come true.
Q: What was the inspiration behind Crossing the Line?
A: Well, it was kind of twofold. Ironically, it started in the headlines. I say ironically because it involved tragedies occurring to young adults and of course, just recently, our community experienced the most unimaginable tragedy. It does not compare, but at that time probably eight years ago, there were some incidents in which kids did some unspeakable things to other kids and I thought if they had just taken a moment to stop and try to understand what was going on with the other person, they wouldn’t have made the rash choices they made.
Then one day, I remember I was sitting on an airplane, the idea popped into my head that a spirit who had died would come back to make sure that what happened to her didn’t happen again. I knew it would be a converging of the past and present, two stories intersecting, begging the question, could history be prevented from repeating itself?
It’s interesting and fascinating how a story and its characters develop out of a simple thought, and how the subtle messages we hope to convey get wedged between the cracks of an entertaining tale. That’s the beauty of fiction. You hope to entertain and if you’re lucky, you inspire along the way.
Q: You tell the story in alternating points of view. One of the main characters, the spirit Laura, is from the 1980s and the other is more of a current-day teenager. Was one easier to write than the other? Why?
A: Oh yeah. So I decided Laura would be from the class of 1983 because that is the year I graduated high school. In fact, as I was finishing the book, which talks about Laura’s school having their 30-year reunion, I actually attended my high school’s 30th reunion. That was great because I saw some great photos and relived memories that inspired more ideas for Laura’s story. So yes, Laura was easier to write because I lived that life. Rebecca, on the other hand, was a little more challenging. Even though I had two kids in high school at the time, they are boys. Still, my sons and their friends were a great source of inspiration. I think what I’ve learned and I hope comes through in the book is that so much is different between the generations, namely technology and access to information, and yet, so much of the teenage angst is the same. Everyone still just wants to be accepted and seen.
Q: What’s next for you?
A: In the immediate future, I plan on doing some book events and I am hoping to put together a writing workshop. I have a couple ideas brewing for future books and projects so we will see what takes flight. Right now, I’m really looking forward to finally sharing Crossing the Line with others. It’s been a long time coming.
Q: Do you have advice for aspiring novelists?
A: Practice, practice, practice. Learn your craft and hone it. There is so much out there in books and blogs that is helpful. Join writer’s associations or groups and get honest feedback on your work. Most importantly, just do it. Put your fears aside and write from your heart. Everyone has a story to tell.
About the Author:
Ellen Wolfson Valladares is an award-winning writer/author, workshop facilitator, community volunteer, and mother. Her first book, a children’s novel entitled Jonathan's Journey to Mount Miapu, received a Mom’s Choice Gold Award and the 2009 Coalition of Visionary Resources Visionary Awards Book of the Year award. A native Floridian, she lives in Weston, Fla., with her husband, two children, two dogs, and a cat.
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Taming The Alien Prince: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance (Intergalactic Lurve Book #2) by Rie Warren ~ Release Tour & Giveaway
Title: Taming The Alien Prince: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance
Series: Intergalactic Lurve Book 2
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Sci-Fi Alien Royalty Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018
Area 51 . . . the new hook-up spot for aliens and humans. Who knew?
One might describe Zaneeviex as cocky, with good reason. He’s been doubly blessed, and his extra endowments haven’t gone to waste on his own planet. But the Zenithian Prince is ready to mate for life. Where does he locate his perfect breeder? Area 51, natch.
Astrid’s no stranger to Believers—crazy folk who dedicate their lives to making contact. As a NASA astrobiologist, she’s studied the possibility of extraterrestrial life forms, though really, she just wants to make contact with a man who melts her panties right off.
Imagine her surprise when she discovers A. Aliens are real, and B. Zane, a Zenithian Prince, doesn’t just melt her panties, he absolutely incinerates her body into a pile of do-me-goo.
Two dicks—and two hearts—really are better than one. Until the ongoing peril facing humans on Zenithia threatens to tear Zane and Astrid apart.
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“You were jealous, Prairie.” X’s voice rumbled deliciously from the widest chest I’d ever seen.
“What?” I huffed. “Not.”
Smug sexy alien stud.
A grin tipped up one corner of his mouth.
Without another word, he began to undress, and I was once again treated to the insane sight of his incredibly muscled body. He stopped with the lacings of his pants coming undone, revealing the root of his impressively thick cock.
He ducked his head, licking across my lips before delving inside. I trembled with awareness of him, my hands roaming to the ropey sinews of his shoulders. Before I even knew it, he’d completely disrobed me, leaving me in only the humungo necklace and nipples so tight I thought I’d come if he so much as touched them.
He set my hands on the lacings of his leathers, watching with a hungry smile as my fingers pulled them open one by one.
My heart pounded harder. My pussy got wetter and wetter. The peaks of my breasts rubbed against the heated glossy skin of his chest.
Tugging the pants down, down, down, my breath caught in my throat at the feast of flesh presented in front of me.
Our skin still gleamed from the earlier oil treatment, and I stood quivering in front of him.
“Now we fuck.” His voice came out like sexual thunder, sending a bolt of dirty desire zinging desperately through me.
My belly clenched, but when he picked me up and tossed me onto the bed, I held up my hands.
“Holy horse cock, alien boy!” I stared at the lewd length kicking up from his groin, veins pulsing all over, the big domed head pushing out one drop of liquid after another. “Seriously though, is that thing really for real? Or is it just another hologram?”
“You touched my cock earlier. Did it feel real?” He wrapped a massive fist around the base jutting from his body and stroked all the long way up to the tip.
Involuntarily, my thighs spread, and I felt myself dripping all over the bedding.
His eyes—gleaming nearly fluorescent green—latched onto the sight of my pussy, and his lips curled off his teeth, nostrils flaring.
I writhed at the primal sight of him as he crawled up between my legs, pushing them wider and wider apart with his sheer size.
As soon as his cockhead touched my labia, sizzling heat rippled through my body, but my hands rose again to push at his chest.
“Uh unh. On second thought you can’t fuck me with that thing. No way will it fit.”
“Then tonight I will stretch you.”
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About the Author:
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.
A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around.
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Title: Kinetic Energy
Series: Forbidden Love Series
Author: Hayley Faiman
Genre: Taboo Forbidden Teacher/Student Romance
Release Date: March 26, 2018
energy that a body possesses by virtue of being in motion.
Possession. Ines was meant to be mine. I’ve known since the moment I laid eyes on her.
Virtue. She makes me long for more. I want everything with her. Except, I know what we’re doing is wrong.
The lies I tell could break her—and yet, what exists between us has already been set into motion.
I can’t stop it. My body. My heart. My god-forsaken soul—I’m hers.
***This is a standalone. It is a may-December, older man/younger woman... Taboo/forbidden Student-Teacher romance.
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Hanna - “Oh my goodness. Ines and Thomas’ story is absolutely AMAZING.”
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Crystal - “Hayley makes the wrong of this taboo read so right!”
I was born and raised in California. My husband and I met when I was just 16. We were married a few years later, moving to Oregon while he was in the US Coast Guard. Texas is now where we call home, where our boots rest, and where we're raising our two little boys and a chocolate lab named Optimus Prime.
Title: Lies and Illusions
Series: Heaven's Rejects MC #4
Author: Avelyn Paige
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: March 30, 2018
Growing up as MC royalty, my path was set, but it was never my destiny. Liberated by my father’s death, I left the Heaven’s Rejects Clubhouse to make my own way in life. But fate had other ideas. My brother's club was the only option, once a target had been painted on my back, because of one of my patients. I never expected that going home would result in my entire world being flipped upside down, at the hands of the man meant to protect me. With him as a bodyguard, my heart never stood a chance. Could I sacrifice my soul to go back to the life I left behind?
Falling in love with a prim and proper princess wasn’t anywhere on my agenda, but from the moment I saw her, it was game over. Hiding behind a screen name, I carried on an online relationship with her for months, under the guise of club business. But I wanted more than just an online fling. Now that she’s here, needing protection from the club, I have a choice to make. She wants nothing to do with the MC life, much less have a relationship with anyone associated with it. But I’m determined to show her how much she means to me. Am I really willing to give up my brothers and the club all for her?
The game is just now beginning, but in reality I might only have one life left.
***Adult Language Warning***
Avelyn Paige is an international bestselling author. She resides in a sleepy little town in Indiana with her husband and three crazy pets. While she may be a Hoosier by birth, she is a Boilermaker by choice. Boiler Up!
Avelyn spends her days working as a cancer research scientist and her nights sipping moonshine while writing and book reviewing. She loves everything paranormal, Cajun culture, and wants to try tornado chasing as a hobby when she finally grows up. She just has to get over that pesky fear of thunderstorms first.
Title: Distorted Love
Duet: Dark Intentions #1
Author: T.L. Smith
Genre: Romance Suspense
Hated him from the age of eighteen.
He disappeared at the age of nineteen.
We started off as enemies, then fast became lovers.
But our story isn’t a happily ever after.
It was a story of a king and a peasant. Can you guess which I was?
I knew we weren’t meant to be.
You see, he fell in love with her first. He loved me last.
I'm not someone's second choice.
Not even for the boy who stole my heart.
I'm someone's first.
Now, I just have to remember that.
“This book has you holding yourself, rocking, and falling in love whether you want to or not!!” - Natalie, Goodreads Reviewer.
“Holy effing mind eff of the freaking year!!! T.L. Smith is a newer author to me but I have found that her twisted new adult dark romances are unique and right up my alley. There is no way to know what is going on in her stories, even when you are positive you have it figure out Smith throws in another twist and messes with your head even more.” - Up All Night With Books
“Ms Smith has once again floored me. this is part one of a duet and wow am I captivated and sitting on the edge of my seat for the second one.” - Reading with 2 book lovers.
“I really want to start this review with 10 swear words, but I gotta keep it classy right? Also, this was my first TL. Smith read, and I am officially addicted. Oh man, this book was dark and unsettling, but more importantly - original. This book is so full of angst that it will make your heart go crazy as you read it.” - The Reading Cat.
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Fairmont – Capital of the Great Land 652PB (Post-Breshi)
The toddler blew at the dandelion bloom until its seeds broke free and floated away on a breeze that gusted past the man watching her from the bushes. His breath hitched as his burdens were lifted and briefly forgotten.
It had taken ten years to locate her. A life of study, prayer, and service to Dei in a monastery had not prepared him for so many years on the run, hiding under false names while he searched for the one he feared he might never find. His grizzled, greying goatee and unkempt hair might have labeled him a beggar or a desperate criminal, but the hope in his eyes told a different story.
Oblivious to the nearby threat, the girl dropped the crumpled dandelion stem and stumbled clumsily near a pile of stones. No more than two years old, she waddled across the overgrown orphanage courtyard, her cloth diaper askew. She plucked more flowers, her red hair dancing as she hopped after the seeds. She seemed to favor the world as her playmate, ignoring the twenty other children in the courtyard. She bumped into a small boy, fell down, and hopped back up with a baby-tooth grin before trotting off.
When she fell, a glimpse of her back jolted the man to his task. It was the blemish that beckoned him here—an ugly red scar stretching from upper back to waist, announcing her identity as the prophetic treasure he had sought for so long. The weight of the manuscript in his backpack grounded his thoughts, and he glanced around the area. There were no fences, plenty of bushes for cover, and a single matron leisurely surveying the yard. The woman sat on the aging building’s back steps, watching the little ones as they ran about. She wore a dress and would be unable to chase him. How long would it take for her to alert the authorities?
As he surveyed the grounds to plan his escape, the girl waggled her hand at a passing butterfly and giggled as it flew away. Fortune favored his plans when she ran to a group of dandelions just a few feet from his hiding place. Squatting, she grabbed several stems, preparing to blow and release the seeds.
The man looked over to the matron, who had turned away to manage a quarrel between two other children. Knowing this might be his only chance, he burst forward and scooped the babe up in one arm, then raced back through the bushes behind the orphanage. He ran as fast as he could, unable to avoid jostling the child in his arms. She began to cry at the shock of her abduction, still gripping the dandelion stems in one tiny fist.
Back at the orphanage, the matron in the dress looked toward the back of the yard. The only evidence of a disturbance was a cloud of dandelion seeds that drifted upon the air, scattering in the light breeze. She turned to the many children she cared for, oblivious to the crime that had just been perpetrated under her watch.
I flew out the door into the cool night, took four steps, then stopped—the latest enlightening news about my father had sent me over the edge. Tears burst from my eyes. The last shred of hope I’d been hanging onto that Henry wasn’t all bad had been completely obliterated; he was an actual monster.
I dropped to the curb and put my head in my hands. The rain started falling, lightly dusting my shoulders at first, then becoming a downpour just to add to my misery. I became soaked head to toe, but I didn’t care. I stayed where I was, wishing the rain would melt me into a puddle that would drain into the gutter and then just disappear into the earth…
“You left something in my truck,” said a voice from out of nowhere.
At the edge of my vision was Ben, rain coming down even harder now and pouring off his cowboy hat in rivers. He was holding out a paper bag, which was now soaked. It was the muffin I hadn’t eaten.
“I didn’t want it to go to waste,” he added, eyeing me with concern, then glancing at the café window where I could feel many sets of eyes on my back.
I dropped my gaze back to the gutter. My body didn’t want to move, and I still held out hope that the rain might just wash me away. Ben said something, and then he hauled me up and turned me to face him. He lifted my chin, and I had no choice but to meet his eyes. The rain plastered my hair to my face, mixing with the tears that were spilling out of me with blinding force.
He gave me a weak smile. “I tried to leave. Got in my truck and was ten minutes out of town, but then I realized…” He paused, fumbling for the right words. “I could really use some help at my ranch. Now, the job doesn’t pay much, but you’ll have your own room and all the food you can eat.
He waited patiently for an answer, but I was so grateful that all my words caught in my throat. He tossed the paper bag with the muffin into the garbage. After a quick glance at the internet café and the white-haired waiter watching from the doorway, his hand firmly latched onto mine. I had the sense I wasn’t being given a choice, I was going wherever this cowboy wanted me to.
“I’m taking you home now,” he said over the downpour.
Home. Home was in Luke’s arms….
The rain was falling in sheets. Since I wasn’t about to turn into a puddle and dissolve, I let the cowboy lead the way.
My Lullaby of You
We sat on his bed, tucked up against the headboard, Logan sitting with one knee bent and an outstretched leg, and me curled into a ball against his chest, practically cuddled on his lap.
When my tears were spent, I let out a shaky breath of air.
“Audrey, I can’t—” Logan’s voice caught on something. His head rested on top of mine. When he continued, his voice dropped an octave, thickened with emotion. “I can’t imagine what you went through down there. I’m so very sorry. I should never have bonded with you.”
I savored the warm thud of his heartbeat on my cheek for several seconds before what he’d said sunk in. The leakage from my eyes along with a bad case of the feels must have dulled my reactions.
I jerked to a sitting position to stare at him in disbelief—and anger. My face was crusted with the salt of dried tears. There was no doubt I was a hot mess and a half. But that was nothing compared to the mess he’d just spewed.
He reached for me again, but I put a hand up to ward off his movements and curled my upper lip.
Where to even start?
“What I went through? Are you insane?” His gaze jumped around my face as if he couldn’t decide on a safe place to land. “Logan, I actually felt an echo of what you went through. I even experienced some of it in a dream or a weird out of body experience where I was you. What I went through was nothing.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but I slashed a hand through the air to stop him. “Nothing compared to what had been done to you. You were torn to shreds. Literally, in some spots.”
His face paled. I shouldn’t have gone there and instantly regretted bringing it up—but I couldn’t handle his concern for me when he had been tortured. We’d get to the “should never have bonded with you” comment next.
“You experienced some of . . . of what I went through?” he asked.
Shoot, I gave him another reason to beat himself up. Rookie mistake. “Never mind about that. And what’s this business about regretting bonding with me? Frankly, that’s kind of—hey!”
He grabbed my upper arms and held me still as I tried to push away even farther. His blue eyes flashed, and his face was hard as stone. “If bonding with you caused you to feel even a second of what I endured in that place, then yes, it’s something I deeply regret and would do anything to take back.”
Buried under the caveman response was something sweet, but I wasn’t feeling it.
“Argh. You . . .” I pointed a finger at his face. “You just . . .”
As I sputtered to find the right words, the corners of Logan’s lips just barely tipped up. I stopped talking when I spotted his involuntary reaction. Of course I’d find a guy who thought it was cute when I got mad. Actually, that was probably pretty lucky considering I did tend to have a short fuse.
I pressed my lips together and narrowed my eyelids before performing another visual sweep of his body.
Yep, he looked to be relatively healthy.
I launched myself at him and grabbed the sides of his face, and then I planted my lips right over his. Just like the first time I’d surprised him with a kiss, he was momentarily stunned.
I gently but firmly bit down on his full bottom lip in a silent demand for him to get with the program. Then I pulled back a fraction, just far enough that my lips grazed his when I spoke. “Less talking, more kissing.”
I’d gone to Hell and back for this guy. I wanted to collect my reward . . . with interest.
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