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Title: Another Chance On Love
Author: CL Rowell
Genre: Mainstream Women's Fiction/New Adult Fiction
Release Date: June 1, 2018
A story about first love, lost love and new love.
When his high school sweetheart dies before they can truly enjoy being married, Brandon isn't sure he wants to let anyone that close again. He’s sure her memory, and their child, is all he’ll want or need. So when he starts feeling sparks of attraction for his daughter’s godmother, he isn't sure how to react. Stung once by life’s fickle whims, he doesn’t want to risk his heart again - especially when he has an innocent child to consider, too. But fate - and a hard headed little girl - have other plans…and they think Brittney and Brandon are a perfect fit.
Can Brandon find room in his wounded heart for Brittney?
Can he be persuaded to take another chance on love?
“Unbelievably heart-wrenching, laugh out loud chuckles, intense and gripping nail-biting on the edge of your seat impossible to put down perfection at its finest!” ~ Goodreads Review (Treasa)
“... a story with heart, passion and chemistry.” ~ Goodreads Review (Laila V.)
I am a southern girl, born and raised in crawfish country. I love to write romance - and read science fiction and fantasy, horror, romance and erotic romance. I'm a bit of a poet, but mostly when I'm feeling emotional. My friends tend to come to me when they need poems. I've been all over the continental US. My fave state? Oregon, because it has it all - beaches, ocean, mountains, caves, valleys, desert. I've been to Canada. I've driven an 18 wheeler...I'm 5'1", lol. I wanted to be a race car driver, but my first love is reading/telling stories. Why? Because between the covers of a book, you can go anywhere, be anything, and do whatever you like...all in the span of a few hours.
Title: Keep From Falling
Series: Misfits Book 1
Author: Amy Vanessa Miller
Genre: Contemporary New Adult
Release Date: April 13, 2018
At the beginning of her senior year, Bree Porter had everything figured out. She knew who she was, what she wanted, and where she was going.
The only thing she didn't know was how to tell the world that her childhood bestie, Skylar Hale, was also her secret girlfriend.
But only months before Bree and Skylar are set to start their lives together away from the narrowed minds of Markson Grove, Bree meets Evan Daniels and everything changes.
One glance. That’s all it takes for Bree to begin questioning everything she thought she knew about herself.
Skylar Hale has been running from her past for years. She won’t speak about it to Bree— she won’t acknowledge it at all— because it’s dark and scary and connected to a name that makes her tremble to her core.
Now the perfect life she created with Bree is on the verge of collapse, leaving her haunted by a past she’s desperate to forget and back to a world she never thought she’d see again.
*This book contains violence, coarse language, sexually explicit scenes, drug abuse, and illegal situations. Intended for mature reading audiences only.*
She loves to push the boundaries with her writing and has always been a fan of angsty stories.
She is happily married to a loving and supportive man whom she’d be lost without; they have one son, two cats, and a dog together.
When she isn’t being mom and wife, or working at her day job, Amy can be found either curled up on the couch with a good book, writing imaginary characters for others to fall in love with, or binge watching TV shows on Netflix.
Patriots: Book One
by Will Kane Thompson
Release Date: October 18th 2017
Whether they admit it or not, or even realize it, their whole lives have been altered by the events of September 11th, 2001, when they were just kids.
They came to this paradise of a college campus to find freedom, themselves, their future, sex, love, fun, God, intellectual discovery, their creative core … but instead find their world being torn apart again by political divisiveness, extremism, rage.
And now one of them will turn back to the terror of their youth in the hope of finding answers.
The rest will be victims.
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“Tristan and Kyle opened the door they weren’t supposed to with its signs about ‘ALARM WILL SOUND’ and ‘EMERGENCY ONLY,’ only they always opened it and alarms never sounded, as they stepped out onto the roof of their dorm and walked across the silver, rubber-like tar, holding hands even, to their spot. Even then they knew it, even the first time they came up here together, even Tristan when he came up here by himself in the years before meeting Kyle, or with another boy, they knew somewhere in the recesses of their minds, in places they didn’t like their thoughts to go—to the future and away from this place, to old age and looking back on youth—they knew that this view over campus was where their minds would go in nostalgia to a time when life seemed ‘perfect,’ when the world of opportunity lay before them, but when right here, right now, rightfully deserved the complete domination and absorption of their thoughts because it was, relative to so much else, truly perfect.”
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Queen of Corona
I bet you thought I was going to fold. That I wouldn’t be able to resist that fine china-white powder resting right there in the sanctuary of my pocketbook.
But it stays tucked away the entire night, I swear. I ride my bike to the river to get some air. I sit down on the concrete bank and look out at the wilderness just across the water. At the narrow beaches spotted with bushes, fluo-green against the fading sky of late summer.
Here the riverside is wild, untempered. The bars along the water light up, the music gets louder. I go to the bar. As I’m standing in the endless line I can feel someone’s eyes on me. I count to five in my mind and I look up. Oh man, I think, here we go again. And I let myself fall into it one more time because I need anything to get myself out of this emotional hole I dug for myself.
At first, I’m confused. Because the face that is looking back at me is a face I know so well. A face so familiar and unfamiliar. A face I’d seen dozens of times, but not a face I’d ever called a friend. I stared at him as I tried to place him. He smiles back at me amused. The cogs in my mind begin to click. An actor. I know his face from the movies. That series on Netflix about the homicide detective addicted to porn.
I’m not drunk enough to get up the balls to sidle up to him all sassy and shit. But I don’t need to because he comes up to me. He looks me up and down and nods like he’s approving a shipment of the latest iPhone.
“Mind if I sit down?” he says in that Hollywood voice.
“Yes. I mean no. Why not.”
He says he’s here filming an episode where he’s chasing some jewel thief around Eastern Europe. He can’t believe I’ve never heard of his show. He doesn’t waste any time pouring me doubles out of the bottle the waitress brings over. He asks me if I want to dance and I follow him out to the dance floor. He’s a terrible dancer. He’s basically grinding against my pelvis and slobbering on me. Then he’s trying to get into my panties under my dress like we’re not out in the open and all these people aren’t looking at us. At some point, he grabs my hand and leads me towards the car he’s got waiting for him. I’m not good with cars, so I can’t say what kind of car it is, just that it’s shiny and black. The driver drops us off at one of the big hotels where he’s got a suite. He opens the door like he’s a sheik opening the palace gates. As if a hotel room that looks like millions of other hotel rooms around the world is going to make me go woozy with passion.
Pretty soon he gets back to his sloppy kissing. He’s got my dress off and he says he wants to fuck me like Charles Bukowski and I don’t know who he’s talking about.
I’m probably only fucking him because he’s famous, not because I really like him. What’s there to like in an arrogant middle-aged man with a paunch and a lazy eye? And what’s in it for him, fucking a girl young enough to be his daughter.
“Can I take a picture of you?”
I shrug and he takes it as a yes. He asks me to stop covering my breasts and to spread my legs. I feel horribly shy but it’s exciting at the same time to think this famous dude is going to be looking at my pictures later and reminiscing about our time together. But what if he posts them online? I should have said no. Julita tells me I’ve got a real problem saying no. I’m too much of a yes girl. A goddang people pleaser and where’s that been getting me? Not very far, eh? says the reasonable voice in my head. The other voice, the one that just wants me to take it easy and go with the flow, tells me that it’s fine. It’s just two consenting adults having a good time. Isn’t it?
We end up trusting celebrities almost implicitly, as if their fame is guarantee that they’re harmless. We trust them to tell us what’s fashionable and what’s not, how to eat and how to vote. And sometimes we let them fuck us just because they’re famous. And sometimes we let them get away with the worst.
He goes to take a shower and I walk around the room and look at the stuff lying around his room. There’s his passport on the table. I open it up and look at the picture, which looks nothing like him, he must’ve aged a lot in the past few years. I look at the birthdate and do the math. It turns out he’s 52, not 45 like he told me last night. I pick up my stuff and go straight out the door. I feel sick, not the throwing up kind, just the sick dismay of disappointment. Sick at how they think it’s okay to treat you like an empty shell of a person and then got the nerve to lie to you. I think this might be my breaking point. At last, you say.
I’m sobbing into my sleeve as I walk through the lobby and my mascara’s running all over the fucking place, so I sit down for a minute. In a flash, hotel security is coming my way and they’re asking me to leave and if I didn’t feel like a whore before then I definitely do now.
Esterhazy is a journalist, writer and translator. A native New Yorker, she holds degrees in Comparative Literature from New York University and American Studies from the University of Warsaw. Queen of Corona is her debut novel.
Author: Kailee Reese Samuels
Genre: Contemporary Fiction/New Adult
Release Date: January 9, 2018
How do you know?
When you will meet the one.
The one to change your life.
The one to make you whole.
What do you do?
When they slip right through your fingers.
The one to change your world.
The one to make you forget everything bad...
And remember everything good.
How do you continue on?
Do you run back as fast as you can?
Do you cross your fingers and make a wish?
Do you fall to your knees and say a prayer?
Or do you just walk away?
From the mother of the Juliet world, Kailee Reese Samuels brings you an all new book––the completely standalone A&E.
Embracing diversity. Coffee addict. Mango lover. Blueberry fetishist. Sweet peach tea crazy. Red wine devout. Whiskey deviant. Tattooed & pierced. Loves shoes. Collects rosaries. Fanatical organizer/cleaner/list-maker. Never sleeps. Hermit and recluse.
KAILEE REESE SAMUELS has been spinning tales since she can remember. Her books are contemporary fiction with a no-holds-barred attitude. She adores listening to her character’s ramble and putting them into situations that push the boundaries.
Creativity is the way to change.
We are a group of authors,