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Title: Kara

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Starkis Family #1 (Can be read as standalone)


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Kara Starkis is no stranger to stupid mistakes. At twenty-one she walked away from her fiancée days before their wedding and has regretted it every day since. A weekend of fun in the sun with Dustin leaves her with more questions than answers. But she needs to know… can he ever trust her again?

Dustin Matthews tried to forget Kara. He’s even tried hating her. But seeing her again reminds him how much he loved her. He never planned to let her back in his life, but now that he has, he’s not sure if he can move on without her.

But when Kara drops a bombshell that could change everything, can Dustin figure out how to forgive or will he choose to forget her?

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When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I’ve never looked back!
I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.

It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’

I don’t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.

When I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay with that.


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This is a short story and is not part of The Submissive Series.

Includes a bonus excerpt of Cat Waters new novel, OBSCURED, releasing October 12, 2015!

Emma Olson is out of options after being wrongly terminated from her nursing position. As a last ditch effort before starting over as a grocery store bagger, she interviews with William Richardson, a well known computer geek, said to go through nurses like tissue paper.

William needs a live in nurse for his terminally ill Grandmother. He doesn’t think spitfire Emma Olson is the one for the job, but unfortunately, she’s the only one applying.

When Emma moves in, the combination of her sass and his sarcasm will either keep them apart or show them they might be fighting for the same thing.

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COLEMAN-RAYNER. Los Angeles, CA, USA. 28th October 2012. North Carolina author Tara Sue Me pictured in Los Angeles ahead of the release of her new book The Submissive. The American romance writer is said to be part of the inspiration for the best selling novel, 50 Shades of Grey by E.L. James. CREDIT LINE MUST READ: Glen McCurtayne/Coleman-Rayner Tel US (001) 310-474-4343 - office  Tel US (001) 323 5457584 - cell
Tara Sue Me wrote her first novel at the age of twelve. It would be twenty years before she picked up her pen to write the second.

After completing several clean romances, she decided to try her hand at something spicier and started The Submissive. What began as a writing exercise quickly took on a life of its own and The Dominant and The Training soon followed. An avid reader of all types of fiction, she soon discovered she enjoyed writing a variety as well. 

Tara lives in the Southeastern United States with her husband, two children, two dogs, and a cat.

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She stood there for a few seconds staring at the door pondering the name. There was no reason not to; she was early anyway. Why would anyone name their son such a thing? Richard Richardson? After all, it isn’t as if he was a female and married into such an unfortunate name. His parents knew exactly what they were doing when they stuck him with that moniker.  The really bad part? He was a third, which meant his father, William Richard Richardson, Jr., had not only lived with that name, but actually bestowed it upon his son.
Rich people were funny.
She tilted her head and wondered if anyone ever called either of them Willie Dick?
Her resulting laugh startled an older gentleman who was walking down the hallway, and he looked toward her, making sure to give her a wide berth as he passed. She discreetly peeked from the corner of her eye as he did so and noted how he looked back at her over his shoulder. For a second, she imagined she could hear his thoughts.
Wonder if that’s her? The one from the newspaper? Looks a bit like her. Hair’s a little off, though.
She dipped her head, not wanting anyone to discover that she was, in fact, the girl from the newspaper. Her head remained down until the man hurried into an office a few doors away from where she was standing.  His actions took less than a minute, but that was all she needed to sober up, lose the laughter, and remember where she was.
She happened to be outside a prospective employer’s office door — a prospective employer who also happened to be her very last chance at obtaining gainful employment as a nurse.  If she messed this meeting up, tomorrow she’d be filing for unemployment in an undoubtedly dingy office somewhere downtown and looking for employment as a checkout girl at the local Stop and Shop. Not that there was anything wrong with either option, but she hadn’t worked two jobs while putting herself through nursing school to wind up doing either.  Plus, no matter what his parents were thinking when they named him, job experience with William Richard Richardson, III was nothing to sneeze at and could be exactly what she needed to revive her career.
She straightened her shoulders and opened the door.
The office she found inside surprised her. William owned and ran a international IT outsourcing business, and as such, she expected his office to be sleek and modern. Instead, she was met by a more traditional office space filled with dark, rich wood. She walked across a thick red rug to stand before the administrative assistant.
“Yes, ma’am?” the perky assistant asked with a flash of perfectly white, perfectly straight teeth, and Emma wondered if William burned his way through administrative assistants the same way she’d heard he does nurses.
“Emma Olson to see Mr. Richardson.”
The smile disappeared once she gave her name. A neatly manicured fingernail worked its way down an appointment calendar visible on the sleek computer monitor.
“Here you are.  I’ll let Mr. Richardson know you’re here,” she said with a wave of her hand toward a plush leather couch.
Emma took a seat.  She knew by the feel of leather under her hands and the way the couch gave slightly as she sat down that William wasn’t one to cut corners on expense.  Besides, she recognized the painting gracing the far wall as a Degas, and not a print. It could have been hanging in an art gallery.  Probably should have been.  It’d be more at home there than it was in a computer geek’s office.
Her eyes roamed around the rest of the room. What appeared to be a silk rug covered the floor, and she was almost certain she recognized the vase in one corner of the room. Yet her eyes were drawn to the rest of the artwork: Horace Day and Edouard Manet.  Someone had impressive taste in art. She wondered if it was William or his decorator.
“Miss Olson?”
She snapped her eyes to Miss Pretend Perky.
“You can go on in.”
Emma stood and took a moment to smooth the lines of her skirt, thankful her hands weren’t noticeably shaking. She ignored Miss Pretend Perky, walked past the desk, and knocked on the closed door leading to the inner office where William waited.
“Come in,” a stern masculine voice said from the other side of the door.  The voice didn’t match up with how she’d supposed a computer geek would sound.  Computer geeks should have high squeaky voices and faces covered with zits.  And if you thought about it, Emma decided, a man named William Richard Richardson, III should most definitely have a squeaky voice and a plethora of zits.
She opened the door.
William sat at his desk furiously typing away on his laptop.
“I’ll be right with you,” he said, without bothering to look up. “Have a seat.”
She supposed he meant on one of the leather couches that matched the one she’d just been seated on while outside with Perky.  She wanted to tell him it was rude to treat her in such a manner. That certainly his mother had taught him better than to completely ignore anyone who had an appointment with him. That even though she was a prospective employee, she was still a person, damn it, and still deserved some respect.
Instead of saying anything, however, she sat down, crossed her legs, took a deep breath, and cursed the fates that had her sitting and waiting for Mr. I’m-So-Busy-With-Really-Important-Things-I-Can’t-Be-Bothered-With-The-Likes-Of-You-Right-Now to look up and acknowledge her existence.
For a few minutes, she stared at the top of his head.  It was a very nice head if you liked thick, brownish hair with a whisper of curl right at the crown.  She decided she didn’t. Blond was a much nicer choice. Long blond. And messy.  William’s was too perfect, too styled.
No, she decided, she didn’t like his hair at all.
After she finished critiquing his hair, she moved on to his fingers. You could tell a lot about someone from those. The fingers in question were currently typing furiously about something, probably some horribly complex computer programming thing. She could tell just by looking at William’s hands that the man had never experienced a bit of manual labor; his fingers were long and delicate looking, appearing for all the world as if they should be doing something artsy. She wondered if he painted.
He stopped typing, ran a hand through his hair, and sighed.
Ah, the life of the fabulously wealthy. Rough stuff. A curse, really, she thought.
“Miss Olson?”
She startled, not prepared to be dragged from her inner snarking about his thoughts, and looked up. And gasped.
William Richard Richardson, III did not have an acne problem.
And his eyes? His eyes were a pale blue made all the more distinctive by the brown of his hair. Computer genius, successful businessman, and deliciously good-looking? Sometimes life was so unfair.
Still, he was also known as a hardass who went through nurses like they were lined up outside his door.
She thought about standing and walking over to shake his hand, but since he stayed seated, she did the same.  “Mr. Richardson.”
He took the stack of papers on top of his desk and flipped through them. “You have an impressive resume. Your experience and education are top-notch.” He waited, as if wanting her to respond, and when she didn’t, he continued. “Except for that unfortunate incident at the hospital.”
If she hadn’t been so shocked that he’d addressed it so early in the interview, she might have responded with a dismissive wave of her hand and a breezy, “Oh that.”  As it was, she simply nodded.
“Why don’t you tell me about it?” he asked, when the silence continued.
She shook her head. “I can’t. I’ve been told by my attorney, the hospital’s attorneys, and opposing counsel not to speak to anyone while the case is ongoing.”
“Hmmm.” His eyes drifted back to her resume.  “What interests you most in the position you applied for?”
The live-in part, she thought. Thanks to the lawsuit and her termination from the hospital, she no longer had money for rent. And her lease was up in a few days and she’d be homeless.
The salary he offered would help pay off her school loans and allow her to set aside some money for a rainy day.
There was also the fact that a recommendation from him would open up doors all over the city. After working for him, she could work anywhere.
Instead of telling him any of those things, though, she went for something more standard and less desperate sounding. “I’m looking to expand my horizons after the hospital. I enjoy spending time with my patients and feel that one-on-one home healthcare will allow me the opportunity to care for my patient, your grandmother, with a more holistic, whole body approach.”
He snorted.
She felt her face flush. “What?”
He leaned back in his chair with an easy confidence. “That was a lovely speech, Ms. Olson. Complete horse shit, but a lovely speech all the same. It tells me, one, that you’ve never met my grandmother. If you had, you’d never use her and ‘holistic’ in the same sentence. And two, that you’re full of bullshit. Now,” he shifted forward, keeping his eyes on her, “tell me what interests you most.”
He thought he had her cornered, she knew. He thought he could command her with that gruff, no-nonsense voice, and she’d just roll over and play dead. Of course he’d be used to that. However, if that’s what he thought of her…
“Mr. Richardson,” she said, standing and walking to his desk. “Let’s lay all our cards out, shall we? I need an income, a place to live, and work that appeals to me. I could apply for unemployment or work at a grocery store ringing up produce and meat, but I’m a nurse. I love to care for those who are unwell.” She placed her hands on his desk and leaned closer to him. “You, on other hand, need a nurse for your grandmother. Your current record for keeping a nurse is ten calendar days. Word has it one lasted that long only because she was an illegal alien and feared deportation. No, you don’t have to hire me, but the truth is, I’m your last hope.”
“And I’m yours?”
“Something like that.” She smirked. “Do we have ourselves a deal?”
He frowned. “I don’t know about a deal, but we’ll see if you can last a weekend. You come to the house this Friday, and we’ll assess things on Sunday.”
He opened the top drawer to his desk and took out a manila envelope. “Everything you need to know is here. Let me know if you have any questions and I’ll see you on Friday at six o’clock.”
She took the envelope, tucked it under her arm, and stuck out her hand. “See you at six.”
His hand, though soft as she expected, held a strength she hadn’t anticipated. As she walked to the door, his voice stopped her.
“Just so you know, Rosa didn’t last ten days because she feared deportation.”
She slowly turned. “Just so you know, I didn’t do anything wrong at the hospital, and I’m going to win my lawsuit.”




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Date of Publication: September 21, 2015





Welcome to The Indigo lounge, the scandalously sexy sky-high playground where anything can happen…

Flirty, dirty and utterly delicious, HIGH is the perfect next read for lovers of the internationally renowned EL James’ Fifty Shades and Sylvia Day’s Crossfire series.

Zachary Savage is a man accustomed to getting whatever and whoever he wants. He’s buried his demons and risen from the ashes to become the playboy owner of the internationally renowned Indigo Lounge, a fleet of ultra-exclusive sky-high pleasure palaces.
He has everything he wants, until he sets eyes on Bethany Green. One look is all it takes ~ she has to be his.

Bethany Green has endured the worst year of her life; bad luck and heartbreak at every turn. Karma swings wildly in her favour when a money-can’t-buy golden ticket lands in her lap – an invitation to experience the scandalously sexy Indigo Lounge for herself.

Green by name and green by nature, is she brave enough to accept the hottest ticket in town?

One glimpse of Zachary Savage is enough to convince her that she isn’t cosmopolitan enough to play in his glamorous, sinfully sexy world.

But they’re already in the air, and reality is a long way behind them. The only way is up.

The Indigo Lounge. Step aboard and check your inhibitions at the door.

HIGHER is the sizzling conclusion to Zach & Bethany’s love story which began in book one, HIGH.

When Bethany finds herself back on board the Indigo Lounge, this time for work purposes, she knows her life is about to once again slide into free fall.

Zachary Savage has branded himself onto her senses, and despite her attempts to protect her heart she’s pulled right back into his sizzlingly intense orbit of sex, more sex and dark secrets.

But even out of this world sex won’t save Beth’s heart when Zach is finally ready to reveal the truth…

HIGHER. The only way is up, and this time they’re going all the way.

HIGHER is the perfect read for lovers of the internationally renowned EL James’ Fifty Shades & Sylvia Day’s Crossfire series.


Sinfully sexy venture capitalist, Noah King – a man with a haunted past and dark cravings – is a short fuse away from being consumed by his needs. When his desires propel him to the Indigo Lounge, there’s only one course of action – unleash his innermost hunger or lose his mind.

Leia Michaels has spent the last five years trying to find her way out of a shattered labyrinth of pain and tragedy. In a daring move, she takes a chance on a sizzling adventure aboard the Indigo Lounge.

Within seconds of meeting on the luxury, decadent adults-only jet, they realize they’re better off apart…but their chemistry defies logic and their needs have gone far too long unanswered.

Seven Nights. Seven Highs. He will strip away her inhibitions and show her that edgy existence between pleasure and pain. Will she survive his dark secrets and risk revealing her own, or will her world spiral out of control?

Seven Nights, Seven Highs…the story continues!

Noah King thought he’d left his past behind in New York. He should have known better. The past isn’t not done with him yet.
Leia Michaels thought she was finally free. Free of the shadows of her past. Free to contemplate a future with Noah. She should have known better. The past isn’t done with her either.

Perfect for lovers of Sylvia Day’s Crossfire series, SOAR is the conclusion to the scorching duet in the bestselling Indigo Lounge series. Step back aboard and check your inhibitions at the door.

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Zara Cox has been writing since she was thirteen years old, but it wasn’t until eight years ago that she decided to share her love of writing sexy, gritty stories with anyone besides her close family (the over 18s anyway!). Her best-selling Indigo Lounge Series is Zara’s first step in her erotic romance-writing journey. In 2015 she hopes to bring her readers even more sizzling-hot stories featuring panty-melting alpha heroes and the women who rock their world. She’s also working on an entirely new super-hot series, so watch this space and keep in touch! She loves to hear from her readers.

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Chapter One

The first thing Bethany Green saw when she opened her mailbox on Friday evening was the indigo-colored envelope. Against the rest of the junkmail and bills, it stood out like an exotic jewel in the dust.

Even as she cautioned herself against excitement, her heart skipped several beats. Fingers trembling, she reached for the rectangular envelope and felt it, real and heavy in her hand.

“Omigod, it came. It actually came.” Realizing she was talking to herself, albeit in the empty foyer of her apartment building, she quickly stuffed the mail in her oversized handbag and hurried to the elevator.

She’d barely stabbed the button for the fourth floor when she pulled the envelope out again. The words written on the front in raised gold embossed lettering were simple—Your Invitation. She turned it over. No return address. No surprise there. Because, seriously, only a crazy person would turn down this invitation.

Ten minutes later, Bethany, despite being fortified with half a glass of Rioja, still hadn’t gathered the courage to open it. The harsh buzz of her cellphone made her jump. Unable to tear her gaze from the envelope, which now rested on her coffee table, she fumbled on the sofa for a few seconds before her fingers closed over her phone.

“We still on for tapas in an hour, right?” Keely Benson, her best friend, snapped in her no-nonsense Brooklyn twang.

Keely was pure New Yorker, not an up-stater like Bethany. Many times during their long friendship, Bethany had thanked God for having Keely in her life. She’d been there for her when Bethany had been hit with the worst news of her life.

“Umm…yeah…I guess,” Bethany replied, her attention still absorbed by the envelope.

“You…guess? How many times over the last week have I told you how important tonight is to me? Fuck, Bethany, if you chicken out on me, I’ll never forgive you. You know Clark will never go all the way if I come on too strong. I need you to pull me back. Once I get him to my place, I’ll be fine, but I can’t have him wimping out on me at dinner, and for that to happen, I need you there!”

“Jesus, Keel, I’ve never understood your insane addiction to nerds.”

Her friend gave a rich laugh that started off as a schoolgirl giggle and ended in a dominatrix’s growl. Bethany had seen grown men drool like little boys when Keely laughed.

“You don’t need to understand, baby girl. All you need to do is to turn up and help a friend out.”

“I…okay, sure, I’ll be there.”

Keely huffed with impatience. “Ok, tell me what’s going on. You haven’t had another run-in with She-male, have you?”

Bethany smirked at the nickname they’d coined for her balls-shriveling boss. “No, she’s out of town till Tuesday.”

“Then what the hell’s the problem?”

“It came,” Bethany blurted out, incapable of keeping the news to herself any longer.

“It? What it?”

“An invitation. To The Indigo Lounge.”

Silence. For as long as Bethany had known her, Keely had never been at a loss for words. For her to be silent now made Beth’s heart hammer. Her friend knew, just as she did, the gravity of the moment.

“You’re. Shitting. Me!” she finally whispered.

“I am not.” A sound bubbled up from Bethany’s throat—half incredulous, half terrified. Because she still couldn’t believe what her eyes were telling her.

“Have you opened it? What does it say? When do you leave? How long for? Are you allowed to bring a guest? Fuck it, girl, spill!”

“I…haven’t opened it yet. And, seriously, Keely, I don’t think I want to.”

“You don’t think you want to open it or you don’t think you want to accept the invitation?”

“Umm…both? I mean there’s no way I can get away on such short notice. Besides, I have too much work to do at the moment. June is our busiest month because it’s right before everyone disappears for the summer…it’s just not practical—”

“Bethany!” Keely’s steely voice cut across hers.


“How much wine do you have at your place?”

Bethany finally managed to blink and focus on something other than the indigo envelope. Glancing over at the alcove set into the short hallway leading to her kitchen, she counted. “Three reds, one white, one rosé. Why?”

“I’ll be over in twenty minutes. I’ll bring take out.”

“What about Clark?”

Keely sighed. “As much as it kills me to deny myself some super-hot nerd cock, Clark can wait. This is way too important to let you do what I know you’re thinking about doing.”


“Twenty minutes.” She hung up.

Bethany forced herself to breathe. Willed her hands to stop shaking. Taking another sip of wine, she picked up the invitation.

The Indigo Lounge—owned by thirty-one-year-old billionaire Zachary Savage, the fifth-richest man in America.

The piece she’d read about Savage in Time Magazine last year had expounded on his Midas-touch business savvy and hinted at his rags-to-riches background, but she’d known the report was largely rehashed from other articles. The very private Zach Savage had revealed almost nothing about his past to his interviewer.

The picture used in the piece had been an old one from his college years, but it didn’t detract from the fact that at twenty-five, Zachary Savage had been magnetic and gorgeous, with eyes that captured and held a woman’s attention and made her want to get to know the man behind the enigmatic, sexy smile.

Nowadays, all anyone knew about Zachary Savage was that he lived somewhere on the West Coast, probably San Francisco, owned several homes around the world, and had fingers in multiple entrepreneurial pies, the most renowned being The Indigo Lounge.

Operating from ten super-jumbo private jets, the lounges offered prime, private adult entertainment. Rumors said they were flying sex palaces, but the specifics were an extremely well-kept secret that only the cream of A-listers were familiar with.

The events organizing company she worked for had made overtures for his business last year and been met with a flat refusal. Bethany, as part of the bidding team, had been tasked beforehand with finding out everything she could about Zachary Savage.

Coming up near-empty had more than pissed off her bosses and made her position at Neon Events, Inc. precarious. She’d had to work her ass off after that debacle to redeem herself in the eyes of her immediate supervisor, Sheena Malcolm.

The sound of her buzzer interrupted her thoughts. Springing to her feet, she buzzed Keely in and waited by her front door.

Her blonde, green-eyed friend exited the elevator with her usual brisk, sexy stride, carrying a takeout bag from their favorite Chinese place in one hand and two Louis Vuitton weekenders in another.

Bethany frowned as Keely walked past her into the apartment. “What are the bags for?”

Keely dumped the luggage on the floor next to the nearest sofa and headed for the kitchen. “One is empty and is for you to use once I convince you you’re going on this trip. The other is for if I’ve lost all my powers of persuasion and I don’t succeed. In which case, you and I are taking off for the Hamptons for the weekend. The weather forecast says mid to high nineties. If I won’t be sweating it out on my sheets with Clark, I might as well go sweat on a beach and top up my tan while we discuss the serious issue of how you live your life.” She grabbed two plates and came back into the living room where she’d left the food on the small dining table tucked into a corner, and started dishing out Kung Pao chicken and noodles.

Bethany stemmed the fierce reaction to the word beach and tried to hide her fear-induced shudder. Keely saw it anyway.

Sympathy softened her gaze. “Crap. Scratch the beach idea. In fact scratch the whole contingency plan. You won’t be needing it.”

“Actually, about the invitation…”

Keely grimaced and pointed her chopsticks at her. “You’ve talked yourself out of going, haven’t you?”

“I don’t think I can take the time off work, Keel.”

“Sure you can. Your Aunt Melanie has suffered her second heart attack in two months. All those donuts and greasy short ribs the doctors warned her about are finally taking their toll. They don’t know if poor Aunt Mel will make it this time.”

“Jesus, Keely, Aunt Mel is as healthy if not healthier than the horses she rides several times a day. I spoke to her on her birthday last week and she’s as fit as a fiddle.”

“Iron Balls Sheena doesn’t know that. She’s approved you taking all of the vacation time you’ve accrued in the last two years to visit your aunt’s death bed in Montana. And…” Keely fished her cell phone out of a pocket and waved it at Bethany, “she just texted me back to say she’s also happy for me to keep her updated so you don’t need to check in every fucking day.”

Bethany couldn’t stop her mouth gaping. “You packed a bag, ordered food for us and texted my boss asking for time off all in what…twenty minutes? Just so I’ll go on this trip?”


“And Sheena believed the excuse you made up?”

“Why wouldn’t she? She still thinks I quit Neon last year because she drove me to a nervous breakdown and not because Rubio Events poached me. Bet she’s scared spitless I might sue her ass.” Keely grinned and handed over a steaming plate. “I love it when you get that look on your face.”

“What look?”

“The one that says you don’t know whether to kiss me for coming through for you or bitch-slap me for grinding your excuses into dust.”

“Yeah, because I’ve learned to my grief that when you’re this determined, one of us ends up doing something she’ll regret. And most of the time, it’s me.”

Keely waved her away and went over to the sofa Bethany had vacated minutes earlier. She stared down at the envelope with the same awe Bethany had felt since opening her mailbox almost an hour ago. “Wow. I mean…fucking wow.”

Bethany released a shaky breath and felt a little better that she hadn’t blown the momentousness of the situation out of proportion. “I know, right?”

Keely nodded. “We still need to open it, babe. We’re not going to get the juicy details by staring at it all night.” With a deep breath, she snatched it off the table and ripped it open.

Bethany held her breath until the need for oxygen made her inhale greedily. “What does it say?”

“You’re leaving on Sunday from Newark. First stop is Shanghai…you’ll have your own personal guide, chef and a bodyguard throughout the experience…holy crap!”

“Bodyguard? Why would I need—”

Keely held up a hand. “Second stop is Bora Bora. Jesus, Bethany, I’d kill to go to Bora Bora! Third stop, the Aleutian Islands—where the fuck are they?”

When Bethany shrugged, she continued. “Fourth stop London, fifth stop is Monte Carlo.” She stared into space and sighed. “This is fucking unbelievable, Bethany. Did you think you’d hit the jackpot like this when you researched The Indigo Lounge and found out they take a wild-card guest once a year free of charge?”

“Nope. We both thought it was a joke at the time, remember? I mean, what would a multi-billion dollar organization have to gain from offering a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity like this?”

“Maybe Zachary Savage doesn’t want the world to think he’s just a super-rich dick?”

“Why should a guy who doesn’t give personal interviews and is practically a recluse care what the world thinks of him?” Bethany asked.

“Jeez, I don’t know. But let’s not stare this gift heifer in the mouth.” She pointed the edge of the envelope at Bethany. “This invitation has fallen into your lap and you. Are. Going.”

Bethany pressed her lips together to stop the torrent of objections rising inside her. On the one hand, she was thrilled—beyond thrilled. On the other, her self-confidence had taken a severe blow six months earlier when her long-term boyfriend had left her…for another man. Her shock at Chris’s double betrayal still hadn’t worn off. More and more lately, she was beginning to wonder if it would ever wear off.

“What else does it say?” she asked to distract both herself and Keely from the reasons why taking this step felt so very daunting.

Keely glanced down at the envelope. “The usual disclaimers—total, unwavering confidentiality or you lose both kidneys, no drugs on board the jets…no drugs on board the jets…no drugs on board the jets or you’ll be prosecuted…jeez, they really hammer the ‘no drugs’ things home.”

“Maybe someone had a bad experience with drugs on board?”

“Hmm…they have twenty-four hour entertainment on board, but the private suites are private. Fuck, if you come back and tell me you never left your suite, I’ll kill you.” Keely glared at her.

“I haven’t agreed I’m going yet, Keel.”

Her best friend sighed and dropped the envelope. “Listen. I know why you don’t want to go. Chris-the-A-hole did a real number on you with that I-prefer-men thing, I get that. Hell, it didn’t even happen to me and I was fucking traumatized. But you need to move on, baby girl. You’ve worn out six vibrators in the last six months and God knows how many more dildos, and those are the ones you’ve told me about—”


“You’ll break your goddamn clit if you don’t stop using battery powered gadgets on it and believe me, you need your clit for when a real man comes along. Seriously, can you tell me you don’t miss the real thing? A warm body against yours, a hard cock inside you?”

Heat suffused Bethany’s face and she sagged onto the sofa. “Okay, fine I do but—”

“No buts.”

“Yes, buts! For fuck’s sake, Keely. The last hard cock I had inside me decided it preferred anal with other men. It is any wonder I have a goddamn complex?”

Keely’s green eyes gentled in sympathy. “Of course not.”

“Those are stories we read in trashy magazines and laugh ourselves hoarse. Do you know how it feels to know I’m suddenly that girl? The one who couldn’t keep her man happy enough, so he jumped into bed with another man?” Even after all this time, just saying the words made her stomach turn over with pain, anger and disgust.

Slowly, Keely shook her head, but then she got the look in her eye. The look that said, I love you but… “No, I don’t know how it feels, honey, but neither am I going to let you hide away forever because of what that asshole did. What better way to get over it than to open yourself to new experiences? You go, you have a sizzling, no-strings-attached hook up in the lap of pure luxury, and you come back and move on with your life. Bethany, the Indigo Lounge couldn’t be more perfect for you right now.”

“It’s not that easy…”

“Yes, it is. You need to get your ex out of your system, and a flying sex palace is just the way you’re going to do it. You really should give up trying to fight me because I’m not letting you chicken out of this, B. It’s time to step back into the real world.” She picked up her dish and sat back, chopsticks poised. “Now eat up, you’ll need your strength to keep up with the to-do list I’ve drawn up for you.”


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Beneath These Scars by Meghan March

Beneath These Scars by Meghan March



Date of Publication: September 22, 2015


I’m the guy you love to hate.

In every story in my life, I seem to end up playing the villain—and I’ve got the scars to prove it.

That role works fine for me, because I’m sure as hell not anyone’s hero. I run my life and my empire with an iron fist—until she knocks my tightly controlled world off its axis.

She’s nobody’s damsel in distress, but I can’t help but want to save her anyway.

I guess we’re about to find out if there’s a hero buried … beneath these scars.

About Meghan March

Meghan March is the author of contemporary and erotic romance novels.

Meghan March has been known to wear camo face paint and tromp around in woods wearing mud-covered boots, all while sporting a perfect manicure. She’s also impulsive, easily entertained, and absolutely unapologetic about the fact that she loves to read and write smut. Her past lives include slinging auto parts, selling lingerie, making custom jewelry, and practicing corporate law. Writing books about dirty talking alpha males and the strong, sassy women who bring them to their knees is by far the most fabulous job she’s ever had. She loves hearing from her readers at

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Destined Heart by Ann Stewart & Stephanie Nash ~ Blog Tour

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Book Title: Destined Heart (The Hart Series,#3)
Author: Ann Stewart and Stephanie Nash
Genre: Romance
Release Date: August 25, .2015
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The third and final installment to the Hart trilogy…

Through lies, deceit, and heartache, Elyssa Hart and Alexander James have come out on the other side together and ready to start a new life.

With a baby on the way, both Elyssa and Alex struggle to figure out where to begin.

When a course of events test their strength, resolve, and fate, Elyssa and Alex must figure out a way to keep their family together.


“Mr. James?” Shit, I didn’t hear a damn thing she said.

“Yes?” I rest my steepled fingers against my lips, looking all around her demure office instead of at the therapist’s inquisitive eyes.

She sits there in her red velvet kings chair, sipping on her hot drink, already judging me as she repeats herself.“What do you want from these sessions?”

I huff, “What do your patients normally say?” I don’t let her respond; instead I jump on my high horse and continue. “Wait, let me guess…they want to love themselves, find love, build self-confidence, make difficult decisions, stop their intimacy issues.” The therapist’s brows perk at my brash words. I lean forward, making sure she understands exactly what I think about these sessions.

“I know who I am. I’ve worked hard to build myself up from the shit of a childhood I had. I’m intelligent. I’ve had tons of women and have finally found the love of my life. I’m the Vice President of a Fortune 500 company and if Elyssa hasn’t already told you, we definitely don’t have intimacy issues. So you tell me, what could I possibly get from these sessions?” I lean back, attempting to relax when all I want to do is leave here and bury myself so deep inside Elyssa that she’ll apologize and realize the hell she put me through. I know, I know, not rational seeing as she technically didn’t do anything wrong. I’m the one that stormed out of there without further explanation. But, I’m not going to justify my anger. It was rational at the time. At least it was in my head.

She thought therapy was the solution to our problems. I thought, as we progress as a couple, she’d realize there’s nothing wrong with the way we love each other. It’s not us…it’s them. All of our problems stem from the fucked up world around us.

But unfortunately that’s just not my luck.

“Well, you mentioned your childhood. Let’s start there.” I’m pretty sure she just ignored my entire rant and honed in with her therapist-devil-winged ears on what peaked her interest.

Might as well get this over with. The sooner I get home, the sooner I can forget this day ever happened. “What do you want to know?”

Almost instantly, she asks, “What were you parents like?”

Remembering how true my next statement is, I smile. “My mother was an honest-to-God angel. She stuck around with my asshole of a father to take care of me. Died on me. Left me with my grandmother. What else is there to tell?”

Writing something in her notebook, she looks up before asking me about my father. “Why don’t you tell me more about your dad?”

“Honestly, there’s not much to tell. He was a drunk. He beat and abused my mother in more ways than I care to discuss. He introduced me to experiences that no child should know at such a young age.” I shrug my shoulders. “He’s dead to me. Has been for a long time.”

“He only abused your mother?” More writing…more judging.

“What do you want me to say? I have daddy issues? Yes, he was abusive. If you ask him, he’d tell you that he made me the man I am today. He’s been looking for that pat on the back for quite some time. I haven’t had it in me to give it. I’m sure you can understand why.”

“Are you always this callous or just when talking about your dad?”

I don’t even flinch. She’s right. “What can I say…he brings out the best in me.”

“I’m going to assume you’re being sarcastic?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. Did the mocking tone not give it away?”

Obviously used to dealing with assholes like me, she maintains the same line of questioning. “So tell me…what actually brings out the best in you?”

“Elyssa.” Undoubtedly.

Without skipping a beat, “What is it about her that makes you better?”

That’s easy. “I want to give her the world. She makes me want more. I love that with a simple smile, she wipes away every horrible moment of my life. Creating a family with her wasn’t something I ever thought I’d want, but since she’s been in my life, everything’s changed. The memories we’re building,” I pause and smile. Even after everything we’ve gone through, I wouldn’t change a thing. “She’s the antidote to my life.”


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Stephanie Nash - Copy Ann Stewart currently lives in Las Vegas with her beautiful family. Ann has a Bachelors degree in Business Management and is currently pursuing a Masters degree. A year ago she took a leap of faith and decided to pursue her dreams of becoming an author. When she’s not at work, school, or spending time with her family…she’s usually completely absorbed in a book!

Ann Stewart - CopyStephanie Nash is originally from Post Falls, Idaho and is thankful for the peaceful surroundings which gave her stability and sense of direction. Currently residing in North Las Vegas, Stephanie has gotten to experience a life outside of the beautiful Northwest and was given the opportunity to live a life far beyond her expectations. After spending five years as an undergraduate, ending up at UNLV, she decided to take a chance at love and passion and quickly became immersed with her true passions: Writing, Reading and her loving boyfriend of ten years…and now her wonderful twins.

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Cover reveal ~ SHE party 2 by Annabel Fanning

   SHE Part 2

By Annabel Fanning

Releasing October 1, 2015 – available for preorder now



A 150,000 words epic love story. 
LOVE and SEX at once, is a powerful combination. LOVE and SEX in Paris, is better. 
Dive in to Annabel Fanning’s stunning follow up to the bestselling She Part 1. In this sequel Annabel continues to effortlessly marry several genres. From laugh-out-loud comedy to steaming erotica to heart pounding romance, She Part 2 has it all. 
Picking up where Part 1 left off, Gemima and Logan escape Paris for the weekend to indulge in all manner of pleasurable things on the French Riviera. Relaxation, sightseeing and sex — it’s a perfect combination! 

Once back in Paris, life hands out a few surprises, from troublesome ex-boyfriends, to changes at work, to a heartwarming best friends confession. But the lead up to Logan’s birthday brings one event that Gemima must conquer (and try her best not to say anything inappropriate which, you know, is hard for her!) She must meet Logan’s parents, and his bastard of a brother… 
Taking place over thirteen electric days, She Part 2 continues to explore love, sex and a relationship unlike any other you’ve ever read. This smart-talking duo will leave you saying, “Oh mon dieu!” 
“We’ve been vulnerable right from the very start. Completely open, completely honest. No red tape, no bullshit, no drama. Just real.” 
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LOVE and SEX at once, is a powerful combination. 
Escape into Annabel Fanning’s feel-good bestselling erotic debut. She Part 1 is a contemporary and humorous look into the lives of two people who are on the precipice of true love. The novel uniquely crosses several genres, mixing first-grade erotica seamlessly with women’s lit and breathtaking romance. 

The story unfolds over sixteen thrilling and erotically-charged days, during which the reader is thrust into the heart of Paris, the novels backdrop, and into the daily lives of the construction world’s elite. 
Logan Leary is a reformed bad-boy who moved to the city of love fifteen years ago to start his life over. Now he owns one of Paris’s most successful companies and leads as seemingly charmed life. There’s just one thing missing: Gemima Samuels. 
Gemima Samuels moved to Paris with her down-on-his-luck boyfriend eight years ago. She coasted through life (in that annoying way we sometimes do) until her boyfriend cheated on her and life dealt her a wake up call. Choosing to start afresh, Gemima ends her relationship and quits her job before being hired by the most prestigious interior design firm in the city. 
A supposedly inconsequential lunch date turns out to be the start of something phenomenal that will change both of their lives forever. 
“Everything about Logan is new to me. Everything. He is the difference between watching television in black and white, verses watching it in colour: he adds dynamic and depth and stimulation when my life used to be so dull.” 
Logan has loved Gemima for years.  

Gemima doesn’t know.  

After her deadpan relationship implodes, Logan seizes his chance to rock her world. 

Set in picturesque Paris, SHE is an erotic tale about falling madly in love. Combining sex, passion, and romance, these two high-flying professionals will leave you saying, “Oh, la la!” 
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Black Cradle by Max E Stone Book Tour

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Black Cradle: Origins: A Warren Bennett Johnson Novel

by Max E. Stone

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Black Cradle - CoverFrom a massive yacht’s bow, the ocean’s deep waters call…
Jennifer Warren answers with a thrust of her bruised legs, one by one, over the metal bars to freedom.
The thick hand in her hair yanks her back to hell…

Despite the glowing reputation of the businessman who constantly visits the department, provides his fortune to fundraisers and charities, and displays a loving concern for the well-being of his wife and children, Newport Rhode Island Detective Stephen Bennett trusts his gut
And the word of the man’s new neighbors…
The man is a killer…

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The blast of cold water wretched the boy awake to his hands bound behind his back. Black and blue eyes stared hard at a carpeted floor, waiting for the man; the last thing—the last face—he remembered during a visit to his grandmother’s grave before everything had gone black.

How long ago?




He kept trying to work it out through the fog of his mind.

No luck.

He looked up and scanned the rundown, soiled shack of a room and wished for the comforting arms of his grandmother.

But they were nowhere to be found.

Abruptly, booted footfalls bursted through the quiet.

The man was.

Tears filled the swollen slits of the boy’s eyes.

“Quit crying like a pussy,” the man demanded, hefting a gun from his jacket pocket and raising it to the boy’s temple, and fired a single bullet. “Die like a man.”


Teenaged Robert Ellis was a loner by nature.

The fifteen-year-old had a habit of cutting class and running away.

Even in the months he’d spent with Newport Police Department thus far, Detective Stephen Bennett knew it. He’d first gotten to know the kid when Robert, having hot-wired his father’s car, took a joyride with some friends. En route to the beach, the teenager hit the breaks too late and ran straight into the back of navy blue truck.


Car doors flew open and Robert’s friends hightailed it, leaving the young man to deal with the consequences—Bennett talking with his parents and arranging for him to work to pay off the damages to both cars—alone.

At least, Robert thought so until Bennett surprised him with the other half of the money needed to complete the debt. Since then, the two had been inseparable.

This morning though, a concerned call from Robert’s English teacher, an older Cambridge graduate who saw more potential in Robert than he did himself, came in on Bennett’s cell.

“I’m sorry to bother you like this, Detective, but you’re on Robert’s list of contacts,” the teacher, Mr. Donald Ipswich, said, panic lacing his British accent. “He may cut class, but never misses mine. Do you know where he could be?”

It took only a moment for Bennett to figure it out.

Prior to his adoption, Robert was the product of a selfish father and a self-center and dead mother. And, from what he’d found on her, the woman’s excessive drug habits and spoiled lifestyle had gotten her that way.
Robert’s late grandmother was the sole biological family member who had truly cared for him.

“I know where he is,” Bennett reassured before thanking the teacher for his call, hanging up, and sprinting out of the department building.

Kicking the engine to life and leaving the lot for the road, he placed a quick call to Robert.

No answer.

He glanced at his watch.
The caretaker of the gravesite was due to arrive by now.
He had to have seen him. Driving onward, Bennett called Robert again.

He still didn’t answer. That wasn’t like him.

Miles later, he turned a corner, drove a ways down the street, and parked his rig on the

graveyard’s blue gravel path.
He got out and slammed the door in search of a tombstone bearing the name Eunice…Eunice…

Try as he might, he couldn’t remember her last name. Hustled through the grass and tombstones, he found the small house on the grounds. Once there, Bennett pounded on the front door.
It groaned open. Gun ready, he eased inside; the floor creaking under his weight. 
Among the noise, a loud squish resonated.
He looked down. Blood.
Bennett followed the trail across the room.

There, he found Robert; the young man slumped over.

“Damn it,” Bennett called, placing his gun back in his holster, and running toward the body. “Bobby.”

He turned the teenaged boy to his back and spotted the blood-caked hole in his head. Unnecessarily, the detective touched two fingers to the side of the young man’s neck, feeling for a pulse he knew he wouldn’t find.


Tears blurred his eyes. He hated this part of the job. With a heavy breath, he straightened and slid the phone from his pocket, set to call the murder in. The .45 aimed at the back of his head stopped him cold. Slowly, Bennett’s hands went up in surrender.

“Turn…around,” a deep, shaken voice commanded. “Now!”

He obeyed, turning and coming face to face with a heavy, rugged man; sweat pouring down his face and through his gray and brown beard, stress evident in the shaking hand holding the weapon.

“Easy,” Bennett ordered, composed despite the firearm now in his face. “Put the gun down.”

“I really didn’t want to do it, ya know,” the gunman choked out. “He was a good kid…but he wouldn’t…wouldn’t listen. I’m his dad. He should…he should have listened to me.”

“You’re his dad.”

“Kids should listen to their parents,” the gunman muttered in a rehearsed drone. “I told him…I told him to come with me. He wanted to go back to those people. He called them his family…I’m his family!”

Quick as a flash, the assailant bent his arm and held the gun to his own head.

“No!” Bennett cried.

But it was too late.

He watched, horrified, as Robert’s father pulled the trigger.

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A writer and lover of books since the age of nine, Max first set pen to page as a hobby, constructing stories that were anything but fit for children. entertaining classmates while simultaneously concerning surrounding adults with blood-ridden tales of gory mysteries and heavy suspense that “just came to mind”, max, with the help of family and the encouraging words of an inspiring fifth grade teacher, continued to develop this gift. 
Little was it known at the time, but said gift would become a lifeline. 
From horrific trauma  in max’s teen years, writing played an instrumental part in the difficult recovery and the  Warrens, Bennetts, and Johnsons, three interconnected families all with issues, mysteries, and secrets that threaten their livelihood and lives,were born. Their stories, August to life and The bleeding, were published in 2012 and 2013 respectively. 
One minute there, the third installment, was released march 20, 2015 while the fourth is Black cradle.
Though relatively new to the publishing game, Max relishes the journey and learns something new each day. 

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★★ COVER REVEAL & PRE-ORDER★★ Luminoso by S J Molloy

Genre: Erotic Romantic Suspense
Release Date: October 27th, 2015
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Luminoso Book #4 of The Luminara Series.
This is the ultimate love story. This is the most tragic love story.
Heart and soul.
His light.
Our light.
Lexi’s tormentor and ghost of her past is back—with a vengeance. Michael Parks won’t stop until he lures the pretty little lamb to his merciless slaughter. He’s looking for justice and will show her no mercy in his twisted, brutal plan for revenge.
She can run and play house, but she can’t hide forever. Her fate is sealed, and Michael will ensure she suffers a tragic and horrific death.
Lexi will pay dearly for her sins.
When Lucca discovers Lexi’s stepbrother has skipped Australian parole and is in Scotland, taunting her and leaving signs, he impulsively takes Lexi and her mum Grace back to Tuscany.
Lucca vows to protect them both, taking extreme measures to ensure their safety while trying hard to provide a stable and positive life for them both.
They break. He breaks.
Between running his successful empire, Osurac Industries, and keeping everyone back home in Scotland safe until Michael has been apprehended, Lucca needs to love his dolcezza like never before—because she’s never needed him more than she does right now.
Recently discovering Lexi’s pregnant only makes Lucca more possessive and attentive, especially as Lexi doesn’t have the easiest pregnancy. He’ll go far and beyond to care for her, worship her, and make her happy. But life won’t be simple. Another unravelling twist in the plot will define their future. Forever.
Life in Lucca’s Tuscan farmhouse will be challenging, testing Lexi, Lucca, and Grace while Michael hides from the police and special forces.
Uncertainty. Paranoia. Unwanted stress.
Not only will their lives be threatened, but their private life will be compromised as the ruthless press digs into Lexi and Grace’s past. After a shocking scandal is leaked, creating a worldwide frenzy, Lucca and Lexi are exposed and under intense scrutiny.
Lucca will do whatever it takes to respect his girl’s privacy and safeguard her heart. Lucca thinks he knows what’s best for Lexi, but a new revelation ignites a fire inside her he can’t control.
Tragedy and a broken heart gives Lexi new strength and a brand-new backbone. She must take the reins. Knowing what she needs to do, and demanding his support, she pushes him to his limits.
In an explosive and heart-stopping turn of events, you will be shocked beyond belief.
Can Lucca keep Lexi safe?
Will she fight and face her demons, or surrender to the darkness once more?
Only Lucca’s lust, love, and light will give her strength, but is it enough?
You think you’ve read it all … you haven’t.


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SJ Molloy, British Author of ‘The Luminara Series’ was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. As a young child, her family moved and raised her in Lanarkshire, Scotland where she currently resides with her husband, two daughters and her energetic, hyperactive loving gun dog who is utterly spoiled.
When she is not writing or reading, spending time with family and friends or exercising and walking her dog, SJ loves all things practical and creative. Dancing, music, cooking, travelling, good food and wine and painting are her favourite past times along with laughter, lots and lots of laughter.

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Mama Cass – Dream A Little Dream Of Me
Andrea Bocelli – Because We Believe
Michael Buble – Close Your Eyes
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Lara Fabien – Caruso
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Jess Glynn – Hold My Hand
The Weeknd – Where You Belong
Rhianna – Skin
Hooverphonic – Mad About You
Beyonce – Drunken Love
Lifehouse – Hanging By A Moment
Keith Urban – Making Memories
Lifehouse – You And Me
Ed Sheeran – Thinking Out Loud
Captain and Tennille – Do That To Me One More Time
Lionel Ritchie – Truly
Ella James – At Last
Nat King Cole – Unforgettable
Nat King Cole – Smile
Nat King Cole – When I fall In Love
Coldplay – A Sky Full Of Stars
Alicia Keys – If I Aint Got You
Alicia Keys – That’s When I knew
Civil Wars – Barton Hollow
John Legends – All Of Me
Jessie J – Flashlight
The Proclaimers – I would Walk 500 Miles
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A promise is a promise.
He always says the most positive things when I need to hear them. Lucca slides down the bed, kisses our tiny baby bump, and then places his cheek flat on my stomach while his fingers tenderly stroke my navel. My hands roam in his hair while my fingers twirl and entwine through his shaggy curls.
“Your mamma thinks she is the only one scared of being a parent. Well my little one, if Papa is honest, then so am I. I have never done this before either, and your mamma and I have a lot of learning to do together, so you need to be patient with us. I am sure your papa will get lots of things wrong. But Il mio piccolino, you need to know we both love you very much and we might make mistakes sometimes, but we love you unconditionally.”
He speaks very naturally to our small baby as if it’s already born; his hot breath whishing across my stomach causing sweet ripples deep inside me. It’s so lovable, honest, and cute that my heart almost jolts with a fast deep thud.
“To the moon and back,” I whisper with a smile repeating the words that my grandpa always says to me.
“To the moon and back,” he repeats.
“We both love you and cannot wait to meet you, but we are both scared Il mio piccolino. You need to be a good bambino for papa and let Mamma rest because she is feeling sick just now and I need to make sure Mamma feels better.” He places a lasting kiss on my tummy before sliding up the bed, leaning over me and taking my face in his hands.
Could I love this man anymore?
His words have touched me in a way that melts my heart and steals my breath. I never thought in a million years that Lucca would be nervous about being a parent. He has always appeared confident, assured, and he’s great with his nieces and nephews. Family is very important to him because he has such a big family of his own and I assumed because he’s been around kids that he knows what he’s doing. It’s refreshing to know he also questions his parenting skills to some extent. It eases some of my uncertainties to know it’s not just me who has doubts.
“You’re so sweet, Romeo. I love you. That was a really nice thing to say. I never thought you were even remotely nervous about being a daddy. I always thought because you wanted kids so badly that you would know what you’re doing and just take it in your stride,” I say stroking his shoulder and arm before kissing his shoulder.
“Si, I do want kids badly with you and I am looking forward to our next chapter together, but I also have my own worries and doubts about being a papa. I think most men do and do not like to admit it. My worries will be slightly different to yours because you are still feeling sick and you have emotional and hormonal things to consider, but I worry just the same. Please know you are doing a wonderful job of looking after our child and I know you question that, but trust me, you are doing just great.” He lies down on his side and wraps his arm around me, attentively stroking my hair.
“Thank you. I um … I just worry that my anxiety might cause the baby distress. I do think my worries would outnumber yours, Lucca, but it is kind of you to try and make me feel better. It’s different for a mother, it’s not just the pregnancy, it is everything that comes with pregnancy and afterwards, and this is me we are talking about,” I say blithely wrinkling my nose then chew the inside of my cheek. I really want to say, “this is me – a nervous broken mess of a woman.”


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** Release day ** Dodging Temptation by Avery Flynn

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Dodging Temptation (Retreat #1)


You can’t hide from love … or revenge.

Dodge Loving wants revenge … and he’s about to get it. On the cusp of closing a multi-billion-dollar luxury resort deal, Dodge can’t afford for anything go wrong. But then a fiery redhead shows up, the paparazzi hot on her trail, and throws his world into chaos. He has to get rid of her. Immediately.

Harper Conner just wants to be left alone, but after slapping her cheating senator ex-husband during a televised press conference, she’s a hot commodity. The ultra-exclusive resort in Wyoming seems like the ideal place to hide—and work—so there’s no way she’s letting the Type-A jerk who runs the place fire her.

Despite the animosity sparking between them, Dodge and Harper can’t keep their hands to themselves. This thing between them can’t happen. It won’t. But his mother has other ideas … and she’s willing to do whatever it takes to make sure Harper and Dodge fall in love.


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Avery Flynn has three slightly-wild children, loves a hockey-addicted husband and is desperately hoping someone invents the coffee IV drip.
She fell in love with romance while reading Johanna Lindsey’s Mallory books. It wasn’t long before Avery had read through all the romance offerings at her local library. Needing a romance fix, she turned to Harlequin’s four books a month home delivery service to ease the withdrawal symptoms. That worked for a short time, but it wasn’t long before the local book stores’ staffs knew her by name.
Avery was a reader before she was a writer and hopes to always be both. She loves to write about smartass alpha heroes who are as good with a quip as they are with their *ahem* other God-given talents. Her heroines are feisty, fierce and fantastic. Brainy and brave, these ladies know how to stand on their own two feet and knock the bad guys off theirs.


If Harper Conner couldn’t hide from the world in a library in the middle of nowhere in Wyoming and figure out how to become a new and improved version of herself, then she needed to hand in her ninja card—and she wasn’t about to do that any time soon, at least not until the ink dried on her newly signed divorce papers.

So she’d work, plot, and plan in the library. Cataloging and authenticating the more than two hundred books in The Retreat’s cowboy library could take a ton of time, but she’d only been hired for two weeks. It wasn’t as long an escape as she wanted, but it still allowed plenty of time for the world to forget what a naive idiot she’d been, so when she went back to Washington they’d see her as the tougher, ballsier version she’d become. Not that everyone would accept the new her, which she knew from the near daily reminders from her mother, who never met a blatant spousal infidelity she could ignore.

But alone with the musty scent of old books and the light filtering in from the floor-to-ceiling windows at The Retreat’s library, Harper could escape and plan her transformation. Books had always been her safe haven, and the job offer from May Loving couldn’t have come at a better time. She settled into her chair, several tall stacks of books hiding her from view, and she eased open a small leather-bound journal. The writing was faded and cramped with a few girlish curlicues that gave away the writer’s gender, if not her devilish nature.
Belle Starr had earned her nickname The Bandit Queen. She’d rustled cattle, stolen horses, and bootlegged whiskey on the western frontier, thumbing her nose at authority for years before dying in an ambush, killed by her own doublebarreled shotgun.

“Ain’t life a bitch?” she muttered to herself.

“You have no idea,” a male voice said from the other side of the stacks.

Harper’s surprised yelp bounced off the high ceiling, and her heart slammed against her ribcage as she jumped up from her chair. A man stood just inside the library’s door. Tall—at least six-foot-four—he had warm brown skin, thick muscles, a movie star face and moss green eyes that sent a jolt of electricity beaming straight down to the center of her cherry red panties. He’d scared the bejesus out of her, but that didn’t account for the awareness keeping her feet nailed to the ground. Sweaty, in running clothes, and more than a little bit pissed off, he had an aura of power and danger that twisted girls up and left them begging for more. Harper inhaled a shaky breath. She might need to sit down.

“I’m Dodge Loving.” He stalked forward, all business. “Are you Harper Conner?”

That name sounded vaguely familiar. Because it’s your name, Harp. Pull it together. “Yes.”

He hesitated, seemingly searching for words on the wide hardwood planks that made up the floor, before raising his head and straightening his spine. “You’re fired.”

“What!” Her knees gave out, and she plopped down into the chair. Thank God she had plenty of padding on her ass, or the force of her crash landing might have broken her tailbone.
“You’re on the first flight out tomorrow. We’ll arrange for a car to take you there right away.” He peeked over her book wall. “How quickly can you be packed?”








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Title:  Every Love
Author: LK Collins
Book Tour: September 14 – 25
Genre: Erotic Suspense
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Post – Living in the after, the events that took place over a year ago are etched in my brain. Haunting me in the worst ways imaginable.

Traumatic – Physical and psychological scars have me so wounded that I can’t get through a day without my mind swirling with constant fucked up images.

Stress – Anxiety. Panic. Rage. I’m not myself and the pain I fight through each day has made me make some really bad decisions.

Disorder – Out of control. Not fucking normal. Nowhere even close.

I say fuck Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder.

The life I left behind is gone and everything I’d hoped to return to has been stolen away, all while I was being beaten, starved, and tortured. But being Nate Wilcox, I pick my ass up, ‘cause I’m a fucking survivor. Even if my methods are totally fucked up, it’s all I can do to keep the pain at bay.

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Chapter 1


Oh fuck! The bathroom is covered in blood. It’s smeared down the wall and pooled around my mom’s head, where she’s lifelessly lying flat on her face. Fear freezes me. What in the world happened? The shower curtain is ripped down, her bloody hand print is smeared along the side of the tub where she struggled to get herself up.

            “Ma,” I yell, finally willing myself to move to her side. I touch her back to wake her and suddenly I’m back in Afghanistan. I push away the images assaulting me that I have worked so hard to suppress. But still, before my eyes is a wounded soldier, shot, bloody, and hanging on to life. God dammit, stop! This is my mom, not that place. I’m scared to move her and know better than to even try. My worst fear in this world is something happening to her. Moving my trembling hands to shake her a little more, I’m about to lose it. I don’t want to hurt her, but I also want to wake her any way possible. My heart is thudding against the walls of my chest as I grab her wrist to see if she has a pulse. I sit in silence, fighting to hear her heart. How did this happen? Did someone hurt her? Where is all this blood coming from? My mind races, all the while I’m listening. I’m not sure if what I feel is her heart or mine, but I go with my gut and hop up the best that I can, my prosthetic making it hard to move around.

             Quickly I swipe the phone off of her nightstand and grab a towel as I drop back to my knees, dialing 911. Tears stream down my face looking at her this way. The blood is coming from a gash on her head, and I try to click into numb soldier mode as I press the towel onto the wound to stem the bleeding. Someone had to have done this to her. There’s simply too much blood for her to have slipped and fallen on her own. I feel the panic overtaking me, worming through the numbness.

            “911, what’s your emergency?”

            “It’s—” I choke, staring at her weak body.

            “Hello? Sir, what’s your emergency?”

            “My…My mom…I…I don’t know what….” My voice is shaky and I’m struggling through each word. “She’s…she’s unconscious and—”

            “Is she breathing, sir?”

            Fuck, there’s a lot of blood. My mind flashes back to the battlefield, my chest tightens, I’m frozen.

“Sir, I need to know if she’s breathing?”


            “I’m routing an ambulance to you. Are you at 211 Riverdale?”

            “Uh huh.”

            “Sir, now please tell me, is your mom breathing?”

            “She’s facedown, so… I don’t know.”

            “Is her airway clear?”

            Leaning over her, I look at my mom’s face and gently brush her hair out of the way. I can see that nothing is blocking her mouth or nose. Her eyes are closed and her poor glasses are smashed to hell, barely over her eyes.

            “There’s…” Fuck!

            “Sir? Her airway?”

            “It’s clear.”

            “Good, does she have a pulse?”

            “I think so.”

            I hear the dispatcher in the background speak to someone, then she comes back on the line. “The ambulance should be there in less than a minute, just leave her ‘til the medics arrive. Are you okay to get off the phone and open your front door?”

            “Yeah,” I say and hang up.

            I take a deep breath and try to push the panic down, unlocking the door in a haze. I need to get my shit together. Running back to my mom, I rest my head softly against hers, I cry and just pray that she’ll be okay. She has to be. I’ve already lost one woman in my life, so I sure as hell can’t lose another. Lying this close to her, I can feel her breathing.

            Thank God. Pulling the towel away, I check and see that her head is no longer bleeding. That’s good. But again my damn mind gets the best of me and morbid thoughts take over. I envision her in a casket, my dad and I crushed with grief standing over her, and the pain of it is as real as if I was standing right there, right now.

            All of a sudden the room is flooded with EMTs. “Sir, I need you to get up,” one of them says, his voice so faint as I struggle to come out of the grief brought on by my vision. Where did it even come from? He gently helps me up as I’m still having a hard time processing things.

            “What happened?” one of them asks me as the others begin to work on her.

            I replay the story the best that I can, fighting to stay calm and in the moment. Then out of the blue – a flashback to the day Arion collapsed in the hallway outside of her condo, when I showed up like an asshole and scared the shit out of her. She had no idea that I was alive, and the pure shock alone caused her to faint.

            Watching my mom just as helpless makes my world spin. Everything inside of me aches as my vision bounces between her, Arion, and war. 

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Bestselling author, LK Collins, writes emotionally and sexy gripping Erotic Romance novels. She’s a lover of the oxford comma and everything in the writing world. Her stories are compelling and will draw you in from page one, and with twists and turns, she always keeps her readers enthralled ’til the end. When LK’s not lost in the minds of her characters, you can find her on the beach with her family, where her husband and writing partner, “The Prezident,” are sure to be plotting out her next tale.

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