Do you remember this cover to Hell's Phoenix (Road to Hell #2)? I've received the rights back to the book, and it's been re-wrapped with a brand new cover. Wanna know what the new cover looks like? SCROLL DOWN for the reveal... The new cover! Hellâs become more than just a playground for the wicked... Going to Hell was supposed to save Madison, but knowing sheâs dead because of his failure leaves Nix with only one thing to live for. Revenge. With Micahâs help he learns to use his Messianic power. Anything for Mads has become his mantra, even if it means killing innocents to gather the power he needs to succeed. A tsunami he unleashes on a Gulf Coast city is stopped with magical interference, and Nix is more than surprised to feel Madison in the opposing magic. Can he and Micah set a trap to lure her out? Pandoraâs Box...once you open it, there's no turning back! Madison has done the unthinkable, opened Pandoraâs Box to save Nix from Hell. And failed. Sheâs willing to risk her own life to rescue Nix, but she worries about the welfare of her accomplice in the mission and leaving her son behind. Following up on a lead, sheâs ambushed by Nix and Micah. Shocked and hurt to discover Nix has become a willing participant of Hell, sheâs more certain than ever she wonât escape the demonic fate her husband outlined for her. While in Hell, she discovers denying the emergence of her succubus is futile, which means getting Nix out of Hell after embracing her inner demon just became a very real dilemma⦠âYouâll heal her promptly,â Micah growled, shifting back into his human persona, as he offered his legs as a pillow for her head. Sheâd have pushed him away if she couldâve managed to contort her body to that angle. Madison gaped at the blood darkening her jeans and spreading down her thigh. âThat hurts way worse than I thought being shot would.â âI need to get your pants off, Mads, to heal you.â Nixâs fingers went to the snap of her jeans. She knocked his hands away. âYouâll heal the others first.â âHe shot the main artery in your thigh, Madison. Youâll bleed out before he finishes with them.â Micah compressed his lips together and spoke as if he ground his teeth together. âIâve lost you twice. I will not lose you again.â âDeath would at least grant me freedom from you!â Micahâs mouth flattened in displeasure. âPhoenix, I would ask you to do as she requests.â âGoddamnit, Mads, I swear Iâll heal them immediately after I take care of you.â Madison glared at Nix. âE kawoja ciok tauqelv.â I refuse your healing. Nix spewed curses in Xapil. âImpressive, youâve learned how to curse in demon.â Nix scowled. âStubborn.â Madison clenched her teeth in silent mutiny. Nix cupped the back of her head, tugged slightly and kissed her hard on the lips. Excitement zinged through her system. Her attraction to him always presented itself at the most inappropriate moments. âI find that stubborn trait sexy, baby.â âFlattery gets you nowhere, Nix.â She winced at the tug against her wounded flesh as he rested her against Micahâs thighs. âWhat does?â Nix jerked the hem of one pant leg up and tugged the blade strapped to her ankle out of its harness. âGood deeds.â He brandished the knife heâd given her for her thirtieth birthday and grinned. âDoes healing them count?â âNo.â Nix rolled to his feet and leveled her with his stare. âYouâre a hard woman to please.â âCease the flirtations with my wife.â Micahâs grip on her shoulders intensified. âHeal those bottom-feeders, and then heal her.â Gracen is a hopeless daydreamer masquerading as a ânormalâ person in southern society. When not writing, sheâs a full-time basketball/lacrosse/guitar mom for her two sons and a devoted wife to her real-life hero-husband of over twenty years. She has an unusual relationship with her muse, Dom, but credits all her creative success to his brilliant mind. Sheâs addicted to writing, paranormal romance novels and movies, Alabama football, and coffee...addictions are not necessarily in order of priority. Sheâs convinced coffee is nectar from the gods and when blending coffee and writing together it generates the perfect creative merger. Many of her creative worlds are spawned from coffee highs and Domâs aggressive demands. Gracen writes is multiple genresâparanormal romance, paranormal erotic romance, and contemporary romance. To learn more about Gracen or to leave her a comment, visit her website at www.gracen-miller.com. FACEBOOK: https://www.facebook.com/gracen.miller TWITTER: @GracenMiller You must read the first book in the series, Pandora's Box, before reading Hell's Phoenix, as the series builds upon itself. Pandora's Box is only .99 cents until February 15, 2015!
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Release Date: March 10th Publisher: Limitless Publishing Photography By: Perrywinkle Photography Models: Teale Shawn Murdock & Aaron Lesueâ Cover Design: RedbirdDesigns Sergeant Jeremiah Abbner died in the line of duty serving his country. Or at least thatâs what the newspapers said⦠The US Government handed him a new identity, and strict orders not to make contact with anyone from his past. As far as society was concerned Sergeant Jeremiah Abbner was dead, and buried six feet under. Not having contact with his ex-wife would be easy. She was a manipulator and a cheater. Not seeing his daughter on the other hand would devastate him⦠Beau Morgan, aka Jeremiah, settles down in a town far away from everything heâs ever known. Coping with the trauma heâs experienced and discovering a new life Beau finds himself the most aggressive heâs ever been. His blood simmers with rage while his fists are thirsty to let it all out . In the middle of his own living hell he never expected to run into an old familiar face. And to top it off, one who recognized him as Jeremiah. Heâs vowed never to love again, but as circumstances land him in the arms of a woman, Jenni Lee, this time he may not have a choice, as she rarely takes no for an answer. Can Beau Morgan control his temper long enough to settle into his new life? Or will resentment taint him forever? Chapter 1 Streetlights whiz past my peripheral vision as I roar down Main Street to the restaurant. The familiar rage inside me begins to boil. Just the mention of that name can do dangerous things to me internally. I never want to hear it again. Everything was taken away from me with that name. I try to focus on Michelleâs face instead of the rage. She looked so different, yet it was the same girl. I could tell from her tattoo. What a mysterious mind fuck that girl is. I searched everywhere for her after the night she abandoned me at the tattoo parlor. Her wrist. Holy fuck. It hits me if thatâs Michelle, I knew then sheâd have a lump on her wrist, because I can guarantee she never visited a hospital. The night we spent together was something magical. There arenât many things in my life Iâd classify as magicalâmy granâs baking, the birth of my child, and that night with her. She had a serious effect on me, but ran. She literally ran off into the night. I deployed two months later. End of story. My thoughts occupied me while loading the food and heading back to the reception. As I step out of the delivery truck, a sound catches my ear. Itâs not one many would pick up on, but I do easily. Someone is being beaten. The darkness of the night with the faraway lights makes it easier for me to detect the sound of bones being beaten. I spent many nights this way. The ground is uneven, with little paths leading in every direction. Being unfamiliar with the lay of the land is making it beyond difficult to maneuver my way to the punches. A desperate plea sounds, making me damn near desperate to find where itâs coming from. Instinctively, I reach for my gun, but only find keys in my pocket. Army life is still so second nature that even after years I find myself reverting to old habits. âYou fucking cunt.â The voice becomes clearer, and the surroundings light up a bit. Finally rounding a corner, I spot a petite blonde cowered down on the ground with a brooding man standing above her. Itâs clear by the sheer size of the man he would be able to snap her neck in a second. The pale pink color of the wedding party catches my eye, and instantly I wonder if itâs Michelle. Thereâs way too much blonde hair. Itâs not her. The blonde lifts her face up from the ground, and this is when I lose it. Blood is flowing down her face, making her features difficult to recognize. Her hair is pulled out of its fancy up-do. The man jerks her up by the hair to a standing position. Everything inside me boils. Clearly, the situation is exactly what I think it is. âYouâre going home with me right now, Jenni. Iâll fucking drag you if I have to.â The man pulls the helpless woman closer to him, tearing her pink dress with the action. âYouâll never hang around the Wilks boys again.â Stepping into the slice of light covering the duo, I ask, âIs there a problem here?â I feel the rage inside me boil further, if thatâs even possible, when her brown eyes reflect back at me. Sheâs beyond desperate and scared. Iâve seen this look on civilians before, and every time it turns on a switch within me. Iâm not playing the hero card. Itâs more like knowing the difference between right and wrong and acting on it. It takes someone to make a stand. The blonde is pulled even tighter into the man, and the sound of her dress being completely ripped from the top of her body fills the air. âWeâre fucking fine, man. Leave.â I move in closer to the situation, watching her reaction as I do. Once I make eye contact with her, I donât break it. âIâm not talking to you. Iâm talking to the young lady.â My gaze bores holes into her desperate eyes. âAre you okay?â She begins to speak, but the man rips on her hair again. This time is enough. I donât wait for an answer or another moan of pain from the woman. Before I know what is happening, I step up and hammer the man in the face. Taken by surprise, he lets go of the girl. I grab for her and push her behind me to safety. However, my need to punish this man isnât nearly satisfied. Heâll pay for every single ounce of pain heâs inflicted on her. My fists fly into action, nailing him with each blow. Now the sound of crunching bones is caused by me and well deserved. I leave him with one final kick to the ribs. Iâm fairly certain heâs unconscious, as his moans and begging have now stopped. I wipe my bloody knuckles on the back of my pants before turning to face the woman. Sheâs cowered back down on the ground with her face buried. Her blonde mane is splayed out over knees and is dappled with spots of blood. Iâm pretty sure sheâs past the point of being cleaned up to go back to the wedding. âAre you okay?â I mentally berate myself for asking such a dumbass question. Of course sheâs not okay. My hands fumble a bit before they finally grab for her and rest on the top of her knee. I push away her loose hair before I find her exposed kneecap, which is scraped up too. âWhat can I do?â She doesnât respond with words. Instead her body shudders as her tears flow. Sheâs beyond talking and clearly not okay. âIâm going to get you out of here.â I pat her knee, finding a piece of her flesh thatâs not damaged. I run my hand up and down this spot trying to comfort her. âIâm going to pack you to my truck and take you where you need to go. Would you like me to let anyone know youâre leaving?â I watch as her long hair sways back and forth, signaling no. âNo to me helping you, or to letting someone know?â She slowly drags her head up to look at me, with her hair matted to both sides of her face. Her left eye is swollen shut, while most of the blood has started to dry up. âDonât tell anyone, please. I need to leave,â escapes her cut lips. Without any further questioning, I stand and go back to the man who caused all of this and give him a little more of what I think of him. This time the sound of his bone crushing under my fist feels even better than last time. I donât take long because I donât want to leave her in too much pain and in front of her assailant. Slowly and with more ease than Iâve used in years, I pick her up in my arms. The top half of her dress falls away from her body, while the skirt portion barely hangs onto her. Sheâs tense in my arms, not one bit relaxed or comforted. Iâll never understand the urge to lay a hand on a woman. Iâve been pissed before at the opposite sex, but using my fists to solve the problem has never even crossed my mind. With each step I take toward the parking lot, I feel her become more panicked. Her tiny hands grab at my biceps, clenching tight. âItâs okay. Iâm just going to take you to my truck, and then to wherever you need to go.â She finally makes eye contact with me, and I think she might believe Iâm not the enemy, but I want to reassure her. âI wonât hurt you. I can even call the cops right now and get you help.â Music fills the dark night air as we close in on the parking lot. When she hears the music, she begins to sob in my arms. âDo you want me to go get one of your friends?â âNo.â Her sobs continue as she clings harder to my arm, but the rest of her body begins to relax a bit. I desperately want to keep talking to her, or even hold her longer to show her Iâm not the enemy and will never hurt her. Iâm not sure how to act in this situation. We are two strangers in a very difficult situation. âOkay, this is my truck. Are you sure you donât want me to go get someone?â This time she struggles from my arms and tries to stand on her own. Of course her fragile little body canât handle it. I steady her and keep her from collapsing to the ground. Her bare chest is exposed to the world, with a dainty, baby blue bra covering her. I pull off my white button up staff shirt and cover her up with it. âPlease donât tell anyone. Please? Theyâll just think Iâm an idiot.â She fiddles with the hem of my shirt as she sits in the front seat staring at her feet. âAnd they arenât that far off.â âDonât.â I grab her hand, stopping her from fiddling and berating herself. âDonât you dare think that way.â âBeau.â I turn to see one of my co-workers in a frantic state. âWhere is the truck with the food? We are almost out of everything. Boss man, Juan, is going nuts.â Standing in front of a co-worker in a white wife beater is somewhat awkward, though no more than having a beaten woman behind me, but the last thing I want to do is expose her to anyone. Before I have the chance to speak, a very red faced and pissed off Juan joins the small crowd. âBeau, where in the fuck is the food?â He pauses, with an odd expression covering his face. âWhereâs the company truck?â I nod in the direction where I parked the company truck, loaded and ready to go with food for the reception. His beady black eyes follow my nod and then turn back to me. âAnd what do you think youâre doing?â Juan throws his hands behind his head in a fit. âGet back to work now, Beau, and get your fucking shirt on.â The woman behind me lets out a light groan as she tries to get out of the truck. Her shoes are missing, dress ripped, and sheâs obviously in an insane amount of pain. âFuck you, I quit.â The words come out effortlessly. The way I see it, there was no other choice. I round the front of the truck, moving as fast as I can to get next to her. She needs help. âIâm going to take you to the hospital.â She faces me with a desperate plea before any words leave her mouth. I know what her next words will be, but the thing is, Iâve already let one woman in need of medical attention escape me. Iâm not repeating the same mistake. She will go to the hospital. I am an independent author excited about releasing my first novel very soon. A big dream coming true!!! I'm all country...the kinda country where green grass grows and corn pops up in rows....love Miranda and her bad ass music!!! Just a simple country girl getting one story out of her head at a time...I always fall hard for a trucker style hat...especially if it's a John Deere hat....loves me a good ol' farm boy!!!!!! Follow HJ Bellus Hosted by COMMANDED by STACEY KENNEDY Club Sin comes alive once again in this decadent new erotic romance from USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy, perfect for fans of Fifty Shades of Grey. Title: Commanded Series: Club Sin Author: Stacey Kennedy Author Location: Canada Genre: Erotic Romance (recommended for mature audiences) Release Date: July 7, 2015 Page Count: 240 Publisher: Random House Loveswept Format: Digital eBook ISBN: 978-1-101-88255-9 “Claimed sucked me in! Stacey Kennedy weaves together the intense BDSM lifestyle with the soft touch of a sweeter, more traditional love story in a novel with an engaging heroine at its heart.”—J. Kenner “Desired is sexy, sensual, and totally seductive. Stacey Kennedy sure knows how to make a girl swoon.”—Tracy Wolff Synopsis: A dedicated cop, Sawyer Quinn blows off steam by immersing himself in his role as a Master at the hottest club in Las Vegas. But when Sawyer goes after the perp who brutally beat his sister, he teams up with Chloe Nash, a sexy private investigator who awakens a sweet new need: to keep her to himself, away from the dungeon of Club Sin. Chloe is beautiful, smart, and too innocent for the BDSM lifestyle. Sawyer’s never wanted a woman like this before. Is her love worth swearing off the one thing that keeps him sane? There’s something different about Sawyer: a commanding strength that pulls Chloe into a vortex of heady desire. But when she learns about his double life as a Dom, she’s shocked—and afraid she could never complete him. Then he saves her life, and just like that, Chloe knows she will be able to give him anything he desires. She is his—wherever and however he wants to take her. Goodreads Amazon Barnes & Noble Additional purchasing options Author Bio: STACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story, you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Outlander. Connect with Stacey: Website Facebook Twitter Goodreads Jordyn Stevens, an independent woman, has managed to keep her head down and get through high school. She's seen the good and ugly in people and prefers to rely only on herself. Hoping that college will be different, she opens up to her roommate Candace and her best friend, Chase. Being in the wrong place at the wrong time, Jordyn finds herself in the crosshairs of someone who would rather make her life a living hell. Wanting to help and protect Jordyn, Candace enlists the help of her sexy football star brother Avery, who is also one to keep people at bay. Brought together by a common bond, neither expects to develop feelings for one another. However, a simple friendship doesn't work out as planned. When tragedy strickes and miscommunication occurs, Jordyn and Avery are lead down a dark and dreary path that she is all too familiar with. Will Avery be able to make her see that things aren't always what they seem? Will Jordyn be able to survive or will her WHY ME mentality destroy her? “Jordyn, do you want to be with someone?” he asks changing his tone. “Maybe.” “Maybe? What do you mean maybe?” “I’m good with just me.” “But you can’t tell me you don’t get lonely.” “Sure, everyone does. But I don’t think I can really put myself out there.” “You should try.” “Why?” “Because then maybe Ryder would let you alone. Oh, oh better yet, date Avery,” he says like it’s the most amazing thing ever. “What? No, I’m not dating Avery.” “That sounds like a great idea Chase,” Avery says, as he enters our room. “What?” I shriek. “Just think about it, Ryder would let you alone because he and I are friends, so it would make you off limits,” Avery says like it’s nothing. “See, told you,” Chase laughs. “No, that’s ridiculous and don’t you have a girlfriend?” “When have you known me to have a girlfriend?” he asks with a look. “I don’t know. Well, why don’t you have a girlfriend then?” I ask confused. “I’m about to.” T. Renee Fike was born and raised in Pennsylvania. When she's not writing, she's either working a full-time day job, or pursuing her Master's degree. Aside from work and school, she enjoys hanging out with friends, reading a good book, watching football, (GO EAGLES) or hanging out with her nieces and nephew. Twitter/Facebook/Goodreads/Pinterest Hosted By: Title: Ricochet Author: Jessica Wilde Genre: Romantic Suspense Release Date: February 23, 2015 Fear. It's the last thing I remembered. I was afraid. Afraid to fight, afraid to run… afraid to breathe. Then, everything had gone dark. As if life was finally hearing my pleas, my cries to end the torment. To end the fear. But even in the dark, I still felt it. I always felt it. My life had been a ricochet of one event leading to the next. Bouncing back and forth from good to bad. Happiness to despair. Hope to fear. My name is Arianna West. I'm stronger now. Steady. Alive. I can find a way to survive on my own. I can see what is coming for me. I can channel my fear into strength. Except… I didn't see Jack. And Jack changed everything. For readers 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual content. I live in Morgan Utah with my husband, daughter, and dog, Kolo. I write as often as my active daughter will let me and my husband has the patience of a saint. I find inspiration from dreams, people I meet, and life experiences. When I write, I usually end up drinking one too many cans of Peace Tea, eating three too many Fruit by the Foot fruit snacks, and accidentally kicking my pup and best buddy, Kolo, too many times since he loves to sleep under my desk at my feet. I started writing as a teen, but my fear of the unknown won out every time and I threw everything out. After becoming a mother and deciding to stay at home to raise my beautiful little girl, I tried again when I couldn't stop thinking of ideas. I loved every minute, every hour of sleep lost, and every character that came to life in my mind. It's strange, but my favorite moments are when I have writer's block because I can turn to my husband and find inspiration through him by just doing what we do best together. Talking, laughing, and just being in love. He doesn't like to read, but he never stops encouraging me to keep going. Writing has become an important part of my life and every book has a special place in my heart. BECOMING THE WHISKEY PRINCESS..... About The Whiskey Princess... For better or worse, for richer or poorer, âtil almost death do they part⦠RELEASE: February 16th, 2015 ::: ADD TO GOODREADS ::: GRAB THE FIRST BOOK IN THE SERIES TODAY! AVAILABLE ON ABOUT TONI ALEO... Toni Aleo is the author of the Nasvhille Assassins series: Taking Shots, Trying to Score, Empty Net, Falling for the Backup, and Blue Lines. When not rooting for her beloved Nashville Predators, sheâs probably going to her husbandâs and sonâs hockey games and her daughterâs dance competitions, taking pictures, scrapbooking, or reading the latest romance novel. She lives in the Nashville area with her husband, two children, and a bulldog. Read more about Toni here. FIND TONI ON... Website: http://tonialeo.com/ Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/tonialeo1 Twitter: https://twitter.com/tonilovesweber6 Instagram: http://instagram.com/tonialeo1 Tentative Release Date: End of February 2015 Photography by Perrywinkle Photography Models: Chase Williams and Whitney Rae Diederich Cover Design: Perfect Pear Creative Covers SYNOPSIS One night was all it took… One night to ruin everything I thought I knew. From the outside, I had the perfect lifestyle. Wealthy fiancé, blossoming career, amazing friends. I wasn’t looking to get married yet, but when William—“Manhattan’s royalty”—charmed his way into my life, I couldn’t deny the security and comfort that overcame me. To society, I was the girl only after his money. I was the party-goer who managed to seduce a man twice my age to have the lifestyle some could only dream of. I was every magazine’s cliché of what a gold-digging whore was. I wanted to prove them wrong—that our love was real and that I wasn’t that girl. But then everything changed. One wrong decision. One unfaithful night. One haunting reality. Perhaps they were right. The media didn’t see it coming…and neither did I. **This is a stand alone romance suspense novel with no cliffhanger. HEA depends on who you ask.** Recommended for readers 18 and up due to strong language and explicit sexual content. CHAPTER ONE EXCERPT Oh god. My head was pounding. Or wait, was someone at the door? There’s no way I was this hung over. Or was I? Shit, I didn’t know. It was pitch black but then I realized I hadn’t opened my eyes yet, but the pounding was definitely apparent. I rolled over, feeling the weight shift around on the mattress. The light, fluffy comforter felt great on my hot skin. The rest of me felt like I’d been hit by a truck. My body jerked. Something was wrong. I don’t have a light, fluffy comforter. I opened my eyes, blinking several times to get used to the bright light. The sun was shining in, and I silently cursed that damn window for not shielding the sunlight out. I sucked in a breath as I tried to remember the events from last night. I couldn’t. Not much after dinner anyway. I knew I went out for Brittainy’s bachelorette party. The girls and I took a limo all over the city, taking us to dinner at (restaurant name here) and then we ended up at Le Bain for dancing and drinks. The rest was kind of fuzzy. I squinted, arching my back to stretch out the kinks. Good lord it felt like my body had been folded in half and beaten all night long. I roamed my hands down my body, feeling for any kind of evidence. I was naked, completely naked, and I never slept naked unless… I brought my fingers down in between my legs. It ached, badly. I could tell I had a full body work out last night. I felt sick, like I was going to throw up, but I continued lying straight, hoping it’d pass. I breathed in and out, slowly. Once my stomach calmed down, I attempted to move. A firm hand grabbed around my waist, pulling me back before I had the chance to get up. “Don’t move,” a low, deep gravelly voice growled. It was a voice of a man who’d just woken up. Next to me. Once I let it sink it, it rang a bell, but I couldn’t quite place it. He pulled my body to his, my back to his chest as he gripped my hip with one of his hands. He dipped his chin onto my shoulder and whispered over my ear, “I still have the taste of you on my lips.” I could feel his hot breath on me, the scent of alcohol apparent as I inhaled against him. Holy shit. I tried and racked my brain of any memory of last night. Who the hell was this guy? What was his name? Crap, I didn’t even know his name! His hand squeezed my hip before trailing down my stomach, slowly going down in between my thighs. “Stop,” I blurted out, sucking in another breath. His hand halted, but I still didn’t know who the hell this guy was. He could be into domination for all I know. “Hung over?” he questioned, amusement laced in his tone. His breath tickled over my ear again, sending shivers down my spine unwillingly. I cursed my traitorous body. It obviously remembered last night, yet nothing was coming to me. “Yeah, I seem to have a case of the ‘I don’t remember what the hell happened last night,’” I said honestly. He removed his hand. I felt his body shift slightly as he put space in between us. “Turn around,” he ordered. “Maybe you’ll remember my face.” I could hear the hopefulness in his tone, but I knew a visual wasn’t going to help any. I’d blacked out and nothing from last night was coming to me. I didn’t hesitate though. I grabbed the sheet to conceal myself as I turned around to face him. Well now at least I understood my body’s reaction. He was all messy hair with light stubble on his face. His eyes were dark, chocolate brown I’d say. He was looking at me intently, waiting for me to say I remembered him. But I didn’t. I swallowed as I looked down the length of his body to see him completely naked, not at all covered up. “Sorry,” I choked out, forcing my eyes to look back up at him. “I have no memory of you.” I blushed, seriously embarrassed. He looked good enough to eat and here I was not remembering any of it. “That’s okay,” he finally said, his lips curving up slightly. “I’d be glad to help you remember…perhaps a fourth time would jolt your memory.” My eyes widened in shocked. “A…fourth time?” I clenched the sheet tighter to my chest. No wonder my body felt bruised and broken. “Wow…” He grinned playfully. “No memory even after three times is kind of an ego killer.” He brushed a hand through his messy locks, taking my attention away from his eyes. I imagined I was to blame for his hair looking like that—as if I had raked my hands through it over and over—squeezing, pulling. Stay focused, Mac. I blinked, seriously frustrated I couldn’t remember anything. “I’m s-so sorry,” I rambled. “I can usually hold my liquor, but last night was a girl’s night…” “I know,” he cut me off. “Bachelorette party if memory serves me correct. You were out with some girlfriends.” “Right…oh god, did they see me leave with you? I need to get dressed. I should leave. Where are my clothes?” I started to sit up and quickly realized that wasn’t going to happen. “Shit.” “Sit back, Mac.” It wasn’t a suggestion. He pulled me back lightly, dropping my head to the pillow. “I’ll grab you some juice and pills.” “Okay. Thank you…” I lingered, still not knowing his name. He sat up, searching the floor for his shorts. He pulled them on and spun around with a huge grin on his face. “Alex.” Ho-ly panty dropper. Which explains why I’m not wearing any. ABOUT THE AUTHOR Brooke Cumberland is a USA Today Bestselling author who's a stay-at-home mom and writes full-time. She lives in the frozen tundra of Packer Nation with her husband, 4 year old wild child, and two teenage stepsons. When she's not writing, you can find her reading love stories, listening to music that inspires her, and laughing with her family. Brooke is addicted to Starbucks coffee, leggings, and anything sweet. 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Fight. It’s an action some encourage and others dissuade. Since the day I was born, fighting has been instilled into my mind. Regardless of your opinion, it’s something we all do. At some point in time, consciously or subconsciously—either emotionally, physically, or spiritually—we struggle. Many will strive to withstand their battles, but only those who were born to fight will overcome them. A true fighter lacks weakness. They abstain from carelessness and refrain from trusting their opponents, but most importantly, they never accept defeat. I am a true born fighter. Each second of every day, I fight. Rip the ones I love most away from me, I kill. If I’ve learned anything from this life, it’s to always expect the unexpected. As long as my heart continues to beat, and no matter the costs, I will be victorious. Read both books now!With this one-time offer you can pick up Irrevocable and Bend, Don't Break for just 99 cents! After January 9, the price will increase to $2.99 through January 16, and then it will be set at it's normal price of $4.99 thereafter. That means for the next 10 days, you can save at least $4.99 off the separate books and read the entire story! Coming soon to iTunes click to check availability. Amazon UK, CA, AUSign up for Skye Callahan's mailing list and don't miss out on any future releases or sales!Irrevocable (#1)Sometimes when you can’t go back, the only way out is to descend into the darkness. my Captor When I woke in that place, I just wanted to survive. But survival came at a cost, for which they demanded my will and body. my Master With pain came acceptance. Fully-dependent on the man who claimed me, I learned to appreciate what I had-life and relative safety. my Protector I watched him spill blood and tend my injuries. With betrayal came a revelation. The only way out was to bring them all down or die trying.Bend, Don’t Break (#2)I thought I was done. my End I couldn’t take my eyes off her as the bullet tore through me, leaving me with nothing but the hope that I had done enough to savef her. The darkness tried to engulf me—to brand me as its own and drag me to my fate. my Darkness Waking to see her tear-stained face above me was enough to make my heart stutter. I was alive and free from that place—but not from the toll it had taken on my mind and body. my Strength My story should have ended, but one woman kept standing in the way of that. The only way I could have her was to find a way to put the darkness to rest.Coming SoonWatch for Skye's upcoming serial, The Redline Series, beginning in February. Skye Callahan was born and raised in rural Ohio and has had an insatiable love of reading and writing since she was young. Thanks to the encouragement of teachers, family, and friends, she has found her passion in immersing herself in the imaginary worlds of the characters who live in her head. Most of her early stories were paranormal, and although the paranormal world still has a special place in her imagination, her interest in BDSM and dark romance has led her to expand her writing endeavors. Before she began writing full-time, she earned a M.A. in Public History and worked for a non-profit business consulting center. When she’s not indulging the voices in her head, she’s enjoying life with her husband and two ferrets. Mailing List: http://eepurl.com/UW1ET Spotify (book playlists): https://play.spotify.com/user/12163029204 Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Skye-Callahan/e/B00G2P5ZPM/ Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/user/show/22133767-skye-callahan Synopsis From Best Selling Author Jessie Lane... Bobby Baker is a man with new lease on life. He is engaged to his high school sweetheart, and he is bonding with the fourteen year old son he wasnât aware of a little less than a year ago. But thereâs more. The love of his life is pregnant with their second child. This time, heâll be there to witness the birth of one of his children instead of missing out on it. Or will he? Belle unexpectedly goes into labor a month early while Bobby is coming off a mission half a world away. Will he be able to make it home in time for the birth of his second child? Or will he miss this delivery, too? *Previously published in the back of Ice, Regulators MC #1. This is a short story that should be read after both Secret Maneuvers and Stripping Her Defenses in the Ex Ops Series.* Warning: Mature themes Ex Ops Series: Secret Maneuvers #1 - Available Now Stripping Her Defenses #2 - Available Now Sweet Recovery #3 - Coming Soon! ***Mission Delivery Excerpt*** Bobby Hell hath no fury like a woman induced into labor. âYou super sperm carrying mother fucker! Get your ass over here so I can rip your balls off!â Belle was screaming every obscenity invented by man and few I was pretty sure she had come up with on her own. My beautiful, serene, glowing fiancée had been replaced by a woman who could make the toughest men stand across the room to protect their assets. The nurse slowly side-stepped from the roomâs doorway over to me, keeping her wary gaze on the woman who was screeching like a banshee on the bed. âSir, should I call a priest in to perform an exorcism?â I turned my head to consider the nervous nurseâs suggestion. Short of Belle turning her head three hundred sixty degrees and vomiting green shit, I had to admit she was sort of acting like a demonically possessed hellion. Movement out of the corner of my eye caught my attention. I managed to grab the nurseâs shoulder, forcing her to duck down with me as the object flew over our heads, hit the wall with a bang, and then clattered to the floor. Hesitantly, I looked over at the now still projectile to see what it was and shuddered. Belleâs bedpan. Sweet mother of God, the woman really was possessed. âHey! Assholes! Stop gossiping like little girls and get over here and get this kid out of me!â Her eyes were blazing with pain and fury, her blonde hair was a messy halo around her head, and she didnât have a lick of make-up on. She looked like she had marched through war and back. She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen, though. And temporarily fuck-nuts crazy, too. Amazon: http://goo.gl/uxlNyn Amazon UK: http://goo.gl/2fzfB0 Amazon CA: http://goo.gl/hgFjcb Amazon AU: http://goo.gl/qdO4oA Author Bio: Jessie Lane is the best-selling author of The Star Series, Big Bad Bite Series and the Ex Ops Series. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as Upper YA Paranormal Romance/Fantasy. She lives in Kentucky with her two little Rock Chicks in the making and her over protective alpha husband. She has a passionate love for reading and writing naughty romance, cliff hanging suspense, and out-of-this-world characters that demand your attention, or threaten to slap you around until you do pay attention to them. Social Media Links: Email: [email protected] Website: http://jessielanebooks.com/ Newsletter: http://goo.gl/z2DzoV Facebook: http://goo.gl/xAUEUA Goodreads: http://goo.gl/E32b7L Pinterest: http://goo.gl/jvKS07 |
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