Monday, September 29, 2014
The heart-stopping conclusion to the New York Times and USA Today bestselling series.
Five years, six months, eight days….
It’s been eighteen years since Abigail was born with a hole in her heart. Five years since she collapsed on the soccer field. Five years, six months, eight days since she found out she was adopted.
Abby has spent five years wondering about the family she never knew and waiting for her eighteenth birthday. When Abby shows up on the doorstep of Chris and Claire Knight, her birth parents are overjoyed to see the little girl they lost eighteen years ago.
One summer is all they have to make up for the years they lost. But a summer of love soon turns into a summer of heartache.
Chasing Abby was everything I could have asked for and more. It ties all loose
ends of this series up and breaks your heart in the process. I never could have
seen it coming ... It's sweet and beautiful and so damn amazing. Seeing Chris
and Claire again was liking catching up with old friends, watching the story
unfold and feel the many emotions was just, I really can't even come up with a
word to describe it. Chasing Abby is a MUST read without a single doubt.
Possibly my favorite of the series.
About the Author
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Cassia Leo grew up in California and has lived in three different countries. She loves to travel and her dream is to one day score a record deal based on her awesome shower singing skills. She is the author of the Shattered Hearts series (Forever Ours, Relentless, Pieces of You, Bring Me Home) and the Luke, Knox, and Chase series.
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CHASING ABBY – Excerpt
“MAKE IT QUICK,” Claire says, grabbing my wallet off the dresser and handing it to me. “I want to make it to the beach house before eight. And… I have a surprise for you.”
“A surprise?” I say, tucking my wallet into the back pocket of my jeans. “Does it involve nudity?” I grab her hips and pull her toward me so her breasts are pressed against my chest.
She lets out a nervous giggle as I brush my lips over the length of her slender neck. “Maybe. Just hurry up, okay?”
I take her face in my hands and look her in the eye. “In that case, I’ll be back in a flash. Do I need to pick up anything on the way home? Massage oil? Whipped cream? Batteries?”
She shakes her head and pushes me away. “Just go have your drink and come back soon.”
I slap her ass as I walk out of the bedroom and she yelps. “See you later, babe.”
I rush out of the house and slide into the driver’s seat of my Jaguar. One of my many regrets I have as a father is that I taught my children to appreciate the feeling of being behind the wheel of a fast car. I used to set Jimi and Junior in my lap when they were much smaller and let them steer while I drove around empty parking lots. I regret it because now they refuse to drive the safer self-driving cars. They want to grab that steering wheel and command the road.
Normally, I ride my motorcycle everywhere during the summer, but there’s a chance of rain today, so I’ll stick to the Jaguar. Last thing I need is to have my bike slide over a slick road and into a busy intersection just hours before I’m supposed to go to the beach house to spend the summer with my firstborn.
I park the Jaguar next to Tristan’s new Tesla and head straight into the pub. He’s sitting on the second to last stool at the end of the bar, as usual, and nursing a draft beer while laughing about something with Link. Link bought the bar about ten years ago when the previous owner retired. So, naturally, Tristan Pollock has spent the last ten years getting drunk on Link’s dime.
His shoulder-length light-brown hair flies all over the place as he points his finger in Link’s face and laughs. “Ha! I knew it was you at that fucking show. You don’t have to pretend with me, bitch.”
Link shakes his bald head. “I don’t know why you’re talking shit. You were at the same fucking show.”
“Yeah, but I was there with my daughter. You were there with your girlfriend. That’s some sick shit.”
I take a seat on the last stool. “What show are you talking about?”
“Defy This show at Walnut Creek last Sunday.”
I shake my head. “I’m glad Jimi is past that stage.” Link slides a draft beer to me and I down a few big gulps. “So what happened with Xander? Did you talk to Estelle?”
Estelle Greenway is Xander’s sister. Xander was my manager for twelve years until we parted ways over a contract dispute. We’ve stayed in touch for the past eight years, though we hadn’t spoken to each other in about five months when Estelle contacted me last week. Xander has been in the hospital for three weeks with persistent pneumonia and, despite the doctor’s best efforts, his condition continues to decline. I visited him in the hospital on Friday afternoon, but he was in a medically induced coma and on a ventilator. Tristan was supposed to visit him yesterday to see how he was doing.
Tristan shakes his head. “It’s not good, man. Estelle said they’re taking him off the ventilator on Wednesday if he doesn’t improve.”
I grit my teeth against the anger. “It’s a fucking lung infection. You’d think they could just give him some fucking antibiotics. This is no way for him to go.”
Tristan shrugs. “I don’t know. Estelle looked pretty relieved about it. She’s been watching him suffer for weeks. That’s no way for him to live.”
I don’t want to get into an argument about life and death with Tristan, so I change the subject. “I’m going to the beach house tonight.”
Tristan downs the rest of his beer and grabs the new one Link just set down for him thirty seconds ago. “I know. You told me that on the phone.”
“Yeah, but I didn’t tell you who’s coming with me.”
Tristan squints his eyes as he stares at the pint glass in front of him. “Wait a minute. Are you saying…?”
I nod and let out a sigh. “She came to our house yesterday.”
Link sets another beer down in front of a customer a few seats away then rushes back to join the conversation. “Who came to your house?”
“Look at this nosy hen,” Tristan remarks.
“Abigail, my first daughter. The one… we gave up for adoption eighteen years ago.”
I’ve told Link about Abby before, but it was at least a decade ago. I wouldn’t expect him to remember. And as much as it pains me to say that we gave her up for adoption, I’ve always stood behind Claire’s decision. Because I know her decision to give Abby up was made completely out of love for me. I can’t show my gratitude to her by blaming her every chance I get.
“So what does that mean?” Tristan asks. “She’s going to the beach house with you all this summer? Do you think that’s a good idea?”
“I don’t know, but there’s no way I can convince Claire that it’s not. So I’m going along with it for now. And, I gotta admit, it feels really fucking good to have her with us.”
“Is she there right now?”
“Nah, she went home to pack some things. She took Junior with her. They’re driving to the beach house with her boyfriend tonight.”
“Sounds like a perfect family reunion. Now I know why you called this emergency meeting.”
I slide the beer away and turn to Tristan. “Listen, I know Senia’s busy with Izzy’s dance stuff, but can you make sure she checks up on Claire? I know she’s going to need to talk to Senia over the next week or so. However long Abby decides to stay.”
Tristan’s eyebrows shoot up and he laughs. “Are you fucking kidding me? When I tell Senia about Abby being at the beach house, she’ll probably pack up the whole fucking family and drive down there herself.”
I let out a soft chuckle. “I guess so. Then, maybe don’t tell her right away.”
He turns to me with one eyebrow cocked. “Now you’ve really gotta be kidding me. You know I can’t keep shit from her.”
“All right, fine. Just don’t tell her I want her to check up on Claire.”
We sit for a few minutes in silence, just sipping our beers, then Tristan clears his throat, like he’s getting ready to say something very serious. “So what do you want to do about Xander?”
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Thursday, September 25, 2014
Nevaeh Daniels isn't like your typical twenty-four year old. She doesn't have life all figured out and frankly, she just doesn't give a damn.
She parties too hard, cusses too much and has no true direction in life.
Her parents gave up on her long before and focus solely on her identical twin sister, perfection at it's finest, Heaven Daniels. Well at least they did... until she commits suicide and puts the reputation of her family and herself at stake. Her parents refuse to go back to a life of squalor, so they devise a plan. A plan to give Nevaeh a life she never thought she'd have; fortune, fame and the love of fellow Hollywood hottie, Tate Monahugh. But he isn't the only one interested in getting inside her head and discovering her true being.
Are the lifestyles of the rich and famous all they are really cracked up to be or will Nevaeh succumb to her old life of solitude and forget-it-all attitude?
17 years and up for adult themes, sexual content and curse words.
Apple Ibooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/id919264005
About the Author:
24 years old. Lives in a small farm town.Work full times as a Manager for an assisted living program for mentally challenged adults. I love my job. :) Getting my degree in music therapy.
twitter username: KatelynnPinson
Wednesday, September 24, 2014
Temper For You
For You Series, book #3
By Genna Rulon
"Life is messy. Love is messier." -Catch and Release
Meg Adeio has led a life of isolation—not by choice, by necessity—until one act of heroism forces her out of seclusion. Despite a past shrouded in mystery, Meg is “adopted” by an eclectic group of friends that become the family she never had. Life was good for the first time in…ever.
Or it was until Westly Black reappeared on her doorstep. She knew he was the last man any woman should give her time to—only good for one thing—yet a temptation no woman could deny. Wes might make her life messy, but Meg’s eyes were wide open and she had it under control. At least she thought she did.
When past and present collide, loyalties are tested, forcing Meg to sacrifice her future to protect those she loves.
Temper For You is a gripping story of regret, deception, and redemption – filled with raw emotion, sarcastic wit, intrigue, and love’s propensity to forgive.
• Though Temper For You is a part of the For You Series, it can be read as a stand alone
• This story is appropriate for readers 18+
About Genna Rulon:
Genna Rulon is a contemporary romance author with a passion for blending comedy, tragedy, suspense, and hope to create her “book babies.”
During her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna—inspired by her love of reading—fantasized about penning her own stories. Encouraged by her favorite authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to pursue her aspirations of writing her own novels.
Genna was born in California and raised on Long Island in New York, where she still resides, surrounded by the most amazing family and friends. She’s married to a wonderful man who patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working on—even feigning interest relatively convincingly! Genna is blessed with two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy's writing time with their hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.
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Son of a bitch!
I marched back to my house, dodging furniture and movers along the way, not stopping until I reached my home office where my cell phone and solitude were located.
Son. Of. A. Bitch!
I swore if I ever saw her again I would either: a) pretend I didn’t know her, or b) coax her into my bed. Nothing in either plan dictated cursing at her; it was an inexcusable fumble. Dammit! The only good news was that my father wasn’t alive to hear me confess my crimes. He would have ripped me a new one for talking to a lady that way, even if the description had been accurate—which unfortunately, it was not. Therefore, I couldn’t even comfort myself with the knowledge that I simply verbalized the truth because Meg was a lot of things, but she was definitely not a bitch.
Meg…when she opened the door, it knocked the wind out of me. I’d convinced myself—after she unceremoniously kicked me to the curb in the middle of the coffee shop—that my memories were idealized after nine months fantasizing about her. Nope. She was even more stunning than I remembered, and every part of me responded to the sight of her. My brain stalled, deprived of oxygen, as all of the blood in my body detoured southward. And while some parts appeared to be stupefied into complete stillness—such as my mouth, which seemed unable to form words—another part of me was rising to the occasion and begging for attention. Yes, Little West was pointing due north.
“You want to deny me and yourself? I’ll give you that play—for now. Let’s find out how much persuasion it’ll take for your house to fall. What’s between us can’t be ignored, Meg, and don’t forget, persuasion is my bread and butter. Make no mistake, it will happen, and when it does, I will enjoy every second. And so will you…All. Night. Long.”
Tuesday, September 23, 2014
A new novel by the USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of The Breathing Series . . .
What if you had a second chance to meet someone for the first time?
Cal Logan is shocked to see Nicole Bentley sitting across from him at a coffee shop thousands of miles from their hometown. After all, no one has seen or heard from her since they graduated over a year ago.
Except this girl isn't Nicole.
She looks exactly like Cal's shy childhood crush, but her name is Nyelle Preston and she has no idea who he is. This girl is impulsive and daring, her passion for life infectious. The complete opposite of Nicole. Cal finds himself utterly fascinated-and falling hard. But Nyelle is also extremely secretive. And the closer he comes to finding out what she's hiding, the less he wants to know.
When the secrets from the past and present collide, one thing becomes clear: Nothing is what it seems.
What if did exactly what the author wanted it to do for me. I could so very easily accidentally spoil this story for you! Ugh ! So much I wish I could say. But can't. But what I can say is it is exceptional. It is amazing. It is sweet. It is touching. It is incredible. It so all of that and so much more. It simply is ..... If any of those things appeal to you then don't leave yourself asking What If.
About the Author
Optimism seeps from every pore of my body. I truly believe that what's supposed to happen... will! In that regard, I don't know how to give up; it's not part of my biological make up.
I'm a passionate (and some would say, overly enthusiastic) person. I learn by doing (and have been burned more times that I'd like to admit), but I will always throw my entire self into whatever I do - fail or succeed.
I think this is evident when I write, leaving nothing behind and spilling it all out on the pages. I give it all to my readers - love it or hate it.
The path I'm on is very often my own, veering off the beaten path at the sight of something more interesting or captivating, getting caught in the vines and thorns in order to experience the beauty and intrigue others often pass by. And I always meet the most interesting people along the way...
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
CAUGHT IN THE ACT
Book Two: Independence Falls
Sara Jane Stone
Falling for his rivals’ little sister could cost him everything …
No one writes about passionate and forbidden love quite like Sara Jane Stone. Readers that loved the series’ first installment, Full Exposure, will not be able to resist this sexy follow up. The Independence Falls gang is back in Caught in the Act (Avon Impulse | on-sale September 16th, 2014 | ISBN: 9780062337597) and the romantic and sexual tension is higher than ever. This time, the book focuses on Liam Trulane, brother of Georgia Trulane, the first book’s female lead.
For Liam, failure is not an option. He is determined to win a place in Katie Summers’ life before she leaves Independence Falls for good. But first, he needs to make amends for the last time they got down and dirty.
Only problem? His professional success hinges on striking a deal to buy Katie’s family business. And after Liam’s relationship with their Katie went south years ago, the Summers brothers are more enemy than friend. If both parties agree to set the past aside, they can close the deal. But when Katie welcomes him back into her bed, Liam risks everything to make Katie his.
After Liam betrayed her trust, Katie Summers will do anything to keep him from walking away with the family business. She decides to seduce Liam, knowing that when her brothers find out, they will back off from the deal. And she’ll finally have her revenge. But when her plan spirals out of control, Katie learns that payback might come at too high a price…
Caught in the Act features many of the same characters you grew to love in Full Exposure. Sara Jane Stone once again proves that romance can be exciting anywhere—even in a small town like Independence Falls.
About the Author:
After several years on the other side of the publishing industry, Sara Jane Stone bid goodbye to her sales career to pursue her dream—writing romance novels. Sara Jane currently resides in Brooklyn, New York with her very supportive real-life hero, two lively young children and a lazy Burmese cat. Visit her online at www.sarajanestone.com or find her on Facebook at Sara Jane Stone.
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Praise for Full Exposure:
“This very hot and sexy book is a steaming read with an excellent story line . . . COMMAND PERFORMANCE is my first by Sara Jane Stone, but not the last!”
- Fresh Fiction
“The steamy side of this couple will definitely keep readers turning the pages.”
Monday, September 8, 2014
I have lost the man I once was, letting guilt and heartache define who I am. Darkness has controlled me, and one woman has seen what no one else has seen in me, what I do not wish to exist. My hunger for her has driven me to the edge of sanity, but no more. She’s about to find out that the Master has returned.
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**Warning: This book is a wild, sexy beast of a read. 18+**
Putting a woman on her knees before me is what really makes my cock hard. I fuck with dominant force and absolute control. I demand complete surrender from my conquests.
Savage man, loner, warrior… I am dangerous at my core. I have lived amidst the untamed wild of the rainforest, in a society that reveres me and where every woman falls before me in subjugation.
Now I’ve been discovered. Forced to return to a world that I have forgotten about and to a culture that is only vaguely familiar to my senses.
Dr. Moira Reed is an anthropologist who has been hired to help me transition back into modern society. It’s her job to smooth away my rough edges… to teach me how to navigate properly through this new life of mine. She wants to tame me.
She’ll never win.
I am wild, free and raw, and the only thing I want from the beautiful Moira Reed is to fuck her into submission.
She wants it, I am certain.
I will give it to her soon.
Yes, very soon, I will become the teacher and she will become my student. And when I am finished showing her body pleasure like no other, she’ll know what it feels like to be claimed by an uncivilized man.
I have mixed feelings regarding Uncivilized. As promised Zach is a wild sexy beast. Moira is a great strong character and Zachs perfect match IMO. The story was good, I liked the premise and enjoyed it. I just didn't FEEL it. I could feel their chemistry but when it came to their love? I just couldn't get there, sure they wanted to screw each others brains out... I and any one could see that! But again I just couldn't make the jump to the strong emotional connection on Zachs part. I still think it was a really good book and if your looking for something steamy and intriguing this is it.
About the Author
USA Today Best-Selling Author, Sawyer Bennett is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn't have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.
Title: Taking Control
Author: Jen Frederick
Release Date: September 8, 2014
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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The hotly anticipated sequel to Losing Control.
I thought I needed only one thing in my life–the money and power to crush one man. But the moment I laid eyes on Victoria Corielli, my thirst for revenge was replaced by my craving for her.
No rule would keep me away; no obstacle too large to overcome. Not her will, not our differing social positions, not my infamous past. When she lost everything, I helped her pick up the pieces. When she trusted me with everything, she sealed her fate.
I’ve convinced Victoria she can put her heart in my hands. Now I have to protect it–from her shady stepfather and my business rivals, from enemies known and hidden. I’ll do anything to keep her. And I might have to prove it, because now Victoria's risking more than her heart to be with me; she’s risking her life.
I want us to get married. Soon. Do you want a big wedding?”
“Married? I mean, I guess I thought you were serious but I figured…I don’t know.” Her voice trails off.
“That my proposal of marriage was somehow insincere? I’ve never wanted anything more. I just didn’t want to pressure you because of all the emotional upheaval you’re experiencing now.” Rolling over so she can see me and judge the sincerity for herself, I declare, “I want you to be my wife. The mother of any children we have. My partner in life. I want that to happen now so that I can introduce you as Mrs. Ian Kerr.”
Her eyes close for a moment and beneath the lids, silent tears leak out. Her words, though, are classic. “Maybe you should take my name. You can be Ian Corielli and I’ll introduce you as Mr. Victoria Corielli.”
“As long as it means you’re mine in the eyes of the world, I’ll be Mr. John Smith.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me. This time the shudders I’m soothing are from maybe, possibly, hopefully joy for our future. “I’m okay with Victoria Kerr,” she chokes out. “You better give me a big rock and lots of flowers since you’re proposing to me while we’re naked.”
“I proposed to you when I first took you to the house on the Long Island Sound.”
“You didn’t propose. You said that you wanted me to be your wife and fill your big house with lots of little people.”
“That’s a proposal.”
“It was a demand.”
“It was a request couched as a demand.”
Her body is shaking with laughter. “You’ve been in charge for too long. That was no request.”
Pushing to my knees, I reach into the nightstand and retrieve the box I bought before Sophie died. Her eyes grow huge and her hands come up to the cover her mouth. I flip the box lid open, pluck the ring out and toss it aside.
Lifting her shaking hand in mine, I slide the ring down her finger.
“When I was fifteen I made a hundred different stupid vows. I’d avenge my mother. I’d rise to the top of Wall Street and smite everyone down. I’d crush Richard Howe beneath the sole of my boot. I’d win at everything. But I never wished for happiness because I didn’t know what it was until you came into my life. How could I want something I didn’t know was missing? Now, everything I’ve achieved pales in comparison to having you love me. When I say that you’re my heart, my everything, those aren’t just words. They are the only truth in my world. I’d give up money, revenge, success, as long as I could lie down next to you at night and wake up with your face beside mine.
There is no greater achievement in my life than having you fall in love with me and I recognize on some mysterious level that is pure luck. I need you to marry me and be my wife. I need you to be the mother of my children. I need you because without you I am nothing. I am a pile of bones and flesh filled with misery. You bring me to life. Love me, marry me, be with me in this life and into all the ones we live from this point ever after.”
“Well, since you put it like that, I guess I must.” She rises and kisses me. Our mouths sealing the promises we’ve made to another one another.
I make love to her again then, slowly. We barely move. I just slide in and we rock together and allow the strength of our emotions to carry us into the heaven.
Bestselling author Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at firstname.lastname@example.org.
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