Wednesday 4 May 2016

COVER REVEAL : THE BANDIT by B.B. Reid




Title: The Bandit
Author: B.B. Reid
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Amanda Simpson, Pixel Mischief Design
 Release Date: August 2, 2016



Blurb

SHE STOLE MY PROPERTY

I’ll never forget the night I caught her sneaking around my place. She thought she could steal from me and get away with it, but I have no intention of letting her get away at all. Mian Ross has a lesson to learn, and I’m going to be the one to teach it to her.

HE STOLE MY SON

I’ll never forget the night I made the second biggest mistake of my life. It was supposed to be a simple job, but it quickly became so much more—one that cost my freedom and cost my son. Angel Knight became my worst nightmare… and now, he’ll never let us go.






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B.B., ALSO KNOWN as Bebe, found her passion for romance when she read her first romance novel by Susan Johnson at a young age. She would sneak into her mother's closet for books and even sometimes the attic. It soon became a hobby, and later an addiction, influencing her life in a positive way.

Bebe is fresh out of undergrad college and has always wondered about the existence of her talent. When she finally decided to pick up a metaphorical pen and start writing, she found a new way to embrace her passion.

She favors a romance that isn't always easy on the eyes or heart, and loves to see characters grow--characters who are seemingly doomed from the start but find love anyway.

Fear Me, her debut novel, is the first of many.


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DARK DREAMS AND DEAD THIS by Martina McAtee

Title: Dark Dreams and Dead Things
Author: Martina McAtee
Genre: YA Paranormal Romance
Expected Release Date: July 15, 2016
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Blurb: 17-year old November Lonergan spent her whole life feeling like an outsider, like she was different. She was right. She is a reaper like her mother; like her two cousins, Kai and Tristin. The supernatural world believes they are part of a prophecy to save them from an evil power known as the Grove. Ember just wants to survive high school and fix the fallout from bringing back Quinn. And there is a lot of fallout. Mace and Allister are missing, her uncle Alex is dead and Quinn seems to disappear a little more every day.
Now, a group of demonic hunters known as the Legionaries has resurfaced, threatening the reapers and anybody who stands with them. They are making good on their threats too; killing those closest to the pack and almost exposing the supernatural world to the humans in the process. Their only hope of defeating the Legionaries involves trusting a stranger to perform a dangerous spell to advance Ember and her cousin’s powers. But Ember has a secret; a secret she can’t tell the pack. When Mace left, so did her magic and without it all of their planning means nothing.
An attack on pack allies leaves Donovan missing along with a mysterious girl named Evangeline who may play a bigger part in this than any of them realize. As the Legionaries are closing in, the pack must trust their enemies, enter hostile territories, and play a dangerous game of cat and mouse with the psychopath holding Mace. Their entire plan lynches on rescuing Mace and restoring Ember’s magic, but rescuing Mace could mean losing one member of the group in his place…possibly forever.
Martina McAtee lives in Jupiter, Florida with her teenage daughter, her best friend, two attack chihuahua's and two shady looking cats. When she isn't writing young adult books about worlds with reapers, zombies, werewolves and other supernatural creatures she's reading or watching shows that involve reapers, zombies, werewolves and other supernatural creatures. Her debut novel Children Shouldn't Play with Dead Things released in August of 2015. Her second book in the Dead Things series, Dark Dreams and Dead Things, will release July 15, 2016.
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Chapter 1 
Ember 
“It would appear you owe me a new body, Luv.”  
November Lonergan stared at the ghost of her dead pseudo-boyfriend and contemplated how truly screwed up her life had become. Despite everything that happened that night, Mace was there, standing in her window, fading in and out, image static. She sighed from her toes, not sure how she felt about the situation. Of course he was there.  
He flickered, image strengthening as she got closer. There was still blood on his torn t-shirt but his silver hair looked cleaner than the last time she’d seen him. The symbols she’d painted on his skin were gone but the of scars layered across his torso remained. His dark brows were smudges over luminous silver eyes. He was beautiful even in death.  
She opened her mouth to say something but realized there was nothing at all suitable for this occasion. She’d already endured a blood ritual, two deaths, a knife fight and a resurrection; she didn’t know if she could handle anything else today. Her magic didn’t agree, it stretched and purred at Mace’s presence, reaching out for his power. Even death hadn’t severed their magic’s connection it seemed. She didn’t give in to the temptation to move closer.  
The heat of her magic and a bone deep exhaustion had her swaying on her feet. He moved towards her before seeming to remember he was of little use in his present condition. “You don’t look very well. Maybe you should sit down.”  
Ember nodded, not so much sitting as collapsing onto her pale pink bedspread. “Or you could lie down.” She heard Mace mutter. She yawned so hard her jaw cracked. She was still fully clothed but undressing seemed as impossible as climbing a mountain. She wiggled her toes. She needed to take her shoes off. She made a halfhearted attempt. “When did my feet get so far away?”  
He glanced at her feet. “They appear to be in the same place as always.” He walked back towards the window. “While you’re just lying about perhaps you could enlighten me on how exactly you plan to fix this disaster?” 
Ember blinked up at him. Funny how quickly his affections turned. “An hour ago it was ‘do what you have to do, Luv. I could have loved you’ now it’s hurry up and fix this?”  
He chuckled at her terrible impression of his accent. “I was trying to be noble and romantic in my final moments of existence. Now that I still exist, I think we’ve wasted enough time on sentiment.” 
“Having your soul back obviously hasn’t made you a better person.” 
“Did you think it would? I told you not to romanticize me. My soul was tarnished long before I gave it away.” Even as a glitchy apparition, she could see the moment her words sunk in. “Did you say my soul?”  
He hadn’t realized what him appearing in her room meant. “Didn’t you wonder why you’re still here?” 
“Certainly, but that wasn’t the answer I expected. How?” 
Ember yawned again, eyelids drooping. “Can’t we talk about it tomorrow? I’m so tired.”  
He gaped at her. “Seriously? You tell me I have a soul and now you want to go to sleep?” 
“Yes. I’m tired. I’ve had a rather rough day.”  
“Really? Did a witch force you to cut open your own stomach and create a mural with your own entrails? No? Then I win.”  
Ember was too tired to play. “Drama queen.”  
There was a long pause before he said. “You might consider a shower. You are still covered in blood. My blood specifically. Quite a lot actually.”  
Ember groaned, looking down at herself with effort. She was pretty gross. She was so tired though. “If you weren’t a ghost I’d force you to carry me.”  
There was a low chuckle. “Inviting me to shower with you? I’m sure that would go over quite well with the little alpha.” 
Ember thought about the alpha werewolf currently downstairs cleaning the kitchen. After the night they’d all had, she doubted Isa would be concerning herself with such mundane things as teenage hormones. Could the wolves hear her talking to Mace? Could they hear Mace? See him? Did they think she was in here talking to herself? Could she only see him because she was a reaper? She had so many questions. 
She rolled to her feet, grabbing her things and keeping her thoughts to herself. She hurried to the bathroom and locked the door. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror and froze. He wasn’t lying. She was covered in blood, and not just his blood. Her bright orange curls were a tangled sweaty mess matted together with blood and who knows what else. There were dark smudges under her eyes, making her already pale skin look chalky under the soft white lights. Her violet eyes glowed--actually, glowed--like the wolves did mid shift. That was new. Had they been glowing since the ritual or was Mace’s presence sending her magic into hyper-drive?  
She flipped the water on and stripped down, not even waiting for the water to heat up before stepping beneath the spray. She realized almost immediately her mistake. She muffled a scream, bouncing from one foot to the other under the frigid water, relaxing only when steam finally began to rise.  
“So, tell me; how did I get back my soul?”  
Ember gasped, slipping and yelping as her back hit the cold tiles. She stuck her head around the curtain. “There is a reason these doors lock.”  
His smile was disarming. “There isn’t a lock in the world that would keep me away from you, Luv.”  
She rolled her eyes, righting the navy and white shower curtain, absently wondering how much he could see in those white stripes. “That is like the most stalkery thing you’ve ever said to me and you rank really high on the creepy-lurker-stalker-guy meter.”  
There was another throaty laugh. “I am starting to think this power has gone to your head. Five hours ago you were weeping at my side like a war widow.”  
Her mouth fell open. She yanked the curtain back enough to level a glare at him. “Five hours ago, I thought I’d never see you again. Five hours ago, I thought I needed you. Five hours ago, I hadn’t known you’d been playing me the entire time. Remember? You’re the parasite and I’m the host. You needed me. You lied to me this whole time.”  
He shrugged, incredulous. “Of course, I lied. I could hardly tell you the truth. You would have booted me into the abyss, which you ended up doing anyway, I might add.”  
She made a noise of disgust. This was Mace with a soul. “I’m such an idiot.” She said, more to herself than him. He tilted his head, a hint of something behind his eyes, regret maybe? She didn’t give in, letting the curtain drop back into place, determined to ignore him.      
She scrubbed herself quickly, alarmed at how little it bothered her to have this conversation with him while she was naked.  
“I didn’t lie about my feelings for you, Luv; if that means anything?”  “Hah.” Like she was going to believe anything he said now.  
“I’m serious. If you believe nothing else. Believe I meant what I said.” 
“You said you could love me. If you’d been capable. Well, apparently you were capable this whole time. So I don’t even know what to do with your half-assed confession of love.”  
Why was she even talking about this? Maybe it was the shower curtain. It was like a confessional. It was so much easier to talk to somebody when you didn’t have to look at them.  
“Half-assed?” He said, “I sacrificed myself so that our dear friend, Quinn, could have my body.”  
Ember choked on her laugh. “Oh, please. You were kidnapped and tied to a chair with a gaping abdominal wound. It’s not like you volunteered for the job.” Ember’s eyes dropped to her feet, shuddering at the blood spiraling towards the drain.  
Mace wasn’t done being offended. “Well, that hardly matters. Quinn’s soul is safely housed in my body and I’m…here? So you could at least tell me how this all came to be.”  
Ember rolled her eyes. He was impossible. “Not that you deserve any sort of explanation but Ms. Josephine says I restored your soul the night we met in the cemetery.”  
He was quiet for so long she caved and, yet again, pulled the curtain back enough to ensure he was still there. He stared at nothing, jaw slack. “I’ve had my soul the whole time?” 
“Yep.” She couldn’t help but feel a bit smug about how wrecked he looked.  
“You’re sure?” 
She slathered conditioner into her hair. “That’s what Josephine thinks.”  
“The swamp witch?”  
“Oh, that’s right. You were dead. Josephine the swamp witch isn’t a witch at all. Well, maybe she’s a witch but she’s also an Oracle, because those are apparently a thing too. Oh, and Miller, my boss from the funeral home is actually Josephine’s brother and she’s had him, like, watching me this whole time and Donovan is her grandson.”  
He sounded awed as he said, “Good Lord, how long have I been dead? I’ve clearly missed a lot.”  
“You have no idea. Allister tried to kill me but Quinn saved me by stabbing Allister but as Allister was dying he forced Quinn to absorb his magic.”  
“The human killed his own father to save you? I didn’t think he had it in him.”  
“Former human.” She corrected. "Besides, Allister isn't dead."  
"What? What do you mean? You just said Quinn killed him."  
She hesitated before saying, "I revived him." 
"Revived or resurrected?" Mace asked, leery.  
"What's the difference?" Ember asked, deliberately avoiding answering. 
"Reviving is CPR, resurrecting is bringing a soul back across the veil. Stop being evasive, Luv."  
"Fine, I resurrected him."  
"With a spell?"  
"No" she said, tone casual. "With my hands."  
She could hear his forced exhalation. “This is all very astonishing, even in our circle.”  
Her heart did a strange skip at the word ‘our’. She was pathetic. She snagged the towel and wrapped it around herself.  
“Why would they go to all this trouble to orchestrate this elaborate plan?”  
She yanked the curtain open and stared at him. His eyes roamed her body, starting at her toes and working their way up. He grinned at her petulant expression. “Sorry, Luv. I’m dead, not blind. I’ve never been so jealous of a piece of cotton.”  
She rolled her eyes. “Move, please.”  
“Why? You can just walk right through me.” He wiggled his eyebrows. “I encourage it, in fact.”   
When she didn’t take the bait he moved, following her back into her bedroom. “You didn’t answer my questions. So, what are you to two witches? Or a witch and an oracle?”  
“They have a crazy theory.”  
“Which is…?” he prompted in exasperation. 
“They believe that Tristin, Kai and I are descendants of some ancient triple goddess.”  
“The Morrigan?” Mace said, sounding like the breath had been punched from his lungs.  
Ember narrowed her eyes. “Yes, exactly. They say there is some sort of prophecy. It’s insane. They are both insane.”  
He watched her for a moment as she wriggled into her t-shirt and sleep shorts without revealing anything. She towel-dried her curls.   
“I suppose it makes sense.”  
“Nothing about this situation makes sense.” She told him, slipping between the sheets with a moan that bordered on obscene. She didn’t know what sex felt like but she bet it wasn’t as good as cold Egyptian cotton with a 700 thread count. She flipped her light off, amused as his spirit gave off a faint glow allowing her to see his annoyed expression.  
“What are you doing?” He asked. 
“We’ve had this conversation. Going to sleep.”  
“You can’t. We have to figure this out.”  
“Tomorrow.”  
“What if I’m not here tomorrow?” He asked quietly. 
Ember’s eyes jerked open, pulse tripping. She hadn’t thought about that. Could he cross over? 
Would he want that? He’d been immortal for a very long time. “You mean what if you cross over? Could you? Is that something you’d want?” 
He sounded sick when he said, “To be tortured for all eternity in the pits of hell? No, Luv, I’ll pass, thank you. Besides, soul or no, sluagh can’t cross over into the spirit world.”  
“So why do you look so worried?”  
“Because there are things far worse.”  
“Worse than hell?”   
“Aye. I told you before, nobody gets away with the things I did.” 
“We’ll figure something out.” She said without thinking. Why was she still trying to help him? He really wasn’t her problem. All those squishy sad feelings she’d had after he was gone were quickly turning to something else. She didn’t know what to call it but it felt like it was burning a hole through her chest.  
She reached out; her hand brushing his. Her magic shocked through her, causing them both to suck in a breath.  
Again, that same spooked look. It made her shiver. What the hell could scare Mace?  
“But we have to figure this out tonight.”  
She wanted to tell him not to worry but she felt drugged, eyelids so heavy. “Tomorrow. I promise.”  
“Ember.” Her name sounded like a plea but she was too far gone.  
“Tomorrow.” She mumbled, already falling into sleep. 

JOYTHIEF by Brenda J. Pierson

joythiefThey stole what she loved most about herself. Now she’ll do anything to get it back. — From epic fantasy author Brenda J. Pierson comes a new adventure of magic and intrigue — Mariq is a trophy–the princess of Kuriza, valued only for her worth as a pawn in her father’s court. Or so everyone thinks. Mariq has cultivated worth of her own in the Star-Blades, a guild of thieves and assassins. Trained by the best, Mariq can get into anywhere and steal anything. But then she’s blackmailed into murder and poisoned with Joythief–a magical poison that kills the part of a person they love the most. With her thieving skills dwindling and her own guild to blame, Mariq joins her would-be target to take down the Star-Blades. Aided by a no-name slave and a woman who refers to her magic as a monster, Mariq must travel halfway across the Scorched Lands, into deserts mad with magic, and pray her soon-to-be-gone skills are enough to succeed. If not, she’ll have to find some other way–some other worth within herself–to win the day.
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❤HEART'S IN DANGER ❤ by Fiona Wilson

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Book: Hearts In Danger
Series: Heart #1
Author: Fiona Wilson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Rebecca believes there is good in everyone, even though it may be hidden in some more than others. She also believes in love at first sight, yet has never managed to find it.

In one fell swoop she has the chance to prove both of her theories right, but fate has something more in store for her. Can she hold on to the happiness she has found?

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I am a Scottish lass born and bred, grew up in Ayrshire now live in Bonnybridge. An avid reader as a child, my love of books has grown with me. I am a blogger, although I am currently taking an extended break, a reviewer and a beta reader. I am a huge supporter of indie authors, and still can't quite believe I'm about to join such an amazing group of people.

I work full time as a nanny in Edinburgh. To break the monotony of rush hour traffic I occasionally find myself daydreaming on my way home. It was during one of these journeys that the idea for Hearts in Danger came to me. Knowing I had to get the story out of my head I took part in Nanowrimo 2015. By the end of the month I had not only written over 50,000 words, I had surprised myself by sticking to it every single day.

What happens next, who knows? Wherever this journey takes me, though, I will be forever grateful for the help and support I have had along the way from family, friends, bloggers, reviewers and authors alike.

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COVER REVEAL : DEADLY EVER AFTER (The Black Angel Book Series 2) by Hope Irving


Deadly Ever After (The Black Angel Book Series 2) - Cover Reveal by Hope Irving

Date of Publication: June 2, 2016

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I, Virgil, know that people prefer to remember the happily ever after ending rather than the dark side in every fairytale. I know better. I learned about the dark side of those stories and the consequences. The fairytale I inherited from the Irish star-crossed lovers didn't turn out so well the first time. I had a shot at bringing the souls of the monk and the witch back together last summer and I failed miserably.


How foolish of me to believe in the awakening of the princess thanks to the handsome prince's kiss when I am no prince! Sharing our true nature with Rose, my clueless soulmate, is a necessary evil. I am on a mission. I trust my soul and our attraction to succeed. I don't trust Bruce, her providential knight in shining armor. He's not who he claims to be. Rose can't be with him. She can only fight our chemistry and her growing magical powers for so long. I need to step back into her life. Woo her, with a vengeance. I'm deadly serious.


I, Rose, used to be numb, until I discovered what it was to feel again, thanks to Virgil. He messed up my mind and overwhelmed my heart with unknown sensations. For once, I was willing to welcome some of those irrational emotions. It's unfortunate that Virgil's indecisions sent me to New York with my summer fling.


How foolish of me to believe in the perfect fairytale Bruce offered me when I am no princess! Some say I am an Amazon. My mind is content with my life but my heart yearns for the wolf to change its course. What if I decide to be an Amazon princess? I'm deadly serious.

Could we actually be soulmates, brought back together by an ancient spell, destined to embrace this unorthodox fairytale and a happy ending?

That would be deadly wicked.


About Hope Irving



Hope Irving is the proud mother of a lovely and witty young lady, and the lucky wife of a loving and supportive husband. She's a debut indie author who lived in Paris, France, most of her life and also in the US, where she graduated with a master degree.
She loves Nutella and Camembert cheese (not together), carrot cake and cinnamon Altoids.
Her favorite fictional characters are Eric Northman (Sookie Stackhouse series, Charlaine Harris) and Sean Bateman (The Rules of Attraction, Bret Easton Ellis).

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"You know Rose, trust my experience, don't dwell on guilt. I can tell that you're not comfortable in your own shoes for living with that Bruce guy and not forgetting about … what's his name?"
"Virgil." The six letters roll down my tongue like honey. I love saying his name. I love his name. A peculiar name for a peculiar guy. Inspired by Dante. Virgil, the guide through Hell.
As much as I hate to admit it, Meghan, a perfect stranger has a point.
"You ran into Bruce's arms after Virgil rejected you, twice if I heard you correctly. What's the big deal? You chose Bruce and he chose you. You'll figure things out if or when Virgil is back in the picture. This is not the time, and maybe you won't feel the same when you guys meet again. Or maybe you'll want to break it off with Bruce. Take this one step at a time. Thinking about Virgil doesn't mean you don't have feelings for Bruce. And even if you don't, at least you have great sex."
When she says it like this, it sounds so simple.
"Has Bruce ever complained?" I shake my head no. "See, you're both getting something out of this relationship. Think positive. Enjoy yourself."
"Meghan's right, Rose. You've been depressed enough for a lifetime!"
"Listening to you … and again, sorry for eavesdropping … let me tell you, stop judging yourself. I bet you think you're a bitch for using Bruce in a way."
That's a way to put it. Let's see where she's going.
"In his own way, he's using you, too. We're all using people one way or another. You shouldn't care what other people think. Nobody would question your behavior if you were a guy. They'd call you a Don Juan or a manwhore and look at you in awe. And it's not like you're even screwing the whole neighborhood. Look, you only got one life. One chance to test and learn. You will screw up eventually, we all do. But you got back on your own two feet the first time, didn't you?"
Sure, Guillaume ruined a year of my life because I let him.
"You should have the upper hand. You're in control of your own life."
Am I? She sees my doubtful pout.
"Seize the day." That does ring a bell. I succeeded in forgetting my own motto from Bret Easton Ellis' book Rock' n' Roll, deal with it … "Every girl should. You're an Amazon, strong, independent. Embrace your life as it is, Rose."
More words of wisdom. And with that she strides to the cash register. She thanks us for the nice chat and says she'll see us around, eventually.
"Take care girls." She waves at us, smiling. Hopefully she'll have fun with her boyfriend tonight…
As for me, I do miss Virgil. I love my life here but if I had the choice between this and a go with Virgil, I wouldn't hesitate. I want him completely, flaws included. Demi should know this to understand where I'm coming from.
Why hadn't I thought about this before?
I'm glad I told her. She doesn't judge. She doesn't berate. She doesn't pretend.
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RELEASE BLITZ : TOPPED by Kayti McGee




Title: Topped 
Author: Kayti McGee
Genre: Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Release Date: May 4, 2016



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Miranda Rose absolutely lives for writing. Unfortunately, there aren’t many readers that live for her books.

At least she can distract herself from bad reviews with her favorite hobby - trolling Charlie Shivers online. That dinosaur smut peddler wouldn’t know literature if it mounted him from behind. And, for further distraction, she meets the world’s hottest guy at her favorite writing conference, and when he mounts her from behind, she forgets all about that wannabe author.

Until she realizes Mr. Hottie Pants isn’t the cover model she’d presumed. He’s her archenemy in the flesh, Charlie Shivers.

She’s mortified!

And yet she still can’t keep her pants on around him.

Joe McCoy, aka Charlie Shivers, is over the moon attending his first Romancing The World conference as a panelist, especially when he meets the smoking author at the bar. But now that he’s discovered the true identity of his one-night stand, he’s tangled in a sticky web, thicker than a spider shifter (dibs on writing that one next!)

Though, sleeping with the enemy is kind of hot.

And scandalous.

And awesome.

But then he finds himself falling hard for the too-serious novelist, and now he’s pretty sure there’s no way he’ll make it out on top.








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Kayti McGee is a former Kansas Citian who now follows the Royals from Colorado. Besides writing, her hobbies include travel, cooking, and all thing Whovian. She also writes as the latter half of Laurelin McGee. Like her co-author Laurelin Paige, she joined Mensa for no other reason than to make her bio more interesting.



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RELEASE BOOST : KINCAID by Marie James




Title: Kincaid
Series: Cerberus MC #1
Author: Marie James
Genre: Romance/Contemporary/MC
 Release Date: March 10, 2016


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I am Emmalyn Mikaelson.

My husband, in a rage, hit me in front of the wrong person. Diego, or Kincaid to most, beat the hell out of him for it. I left with Diego anyway. Even though he could turn on me just like my husband did, I knew I had a better chance of survival with Diego. That was until I realized Kincaid could hurt me so much worse than my husband ever could. Physical pain pales in comparison to troubles of the heart.

I am Diego “Kincaid” Anderson.

She was a waitress at a bar in a bad situation. I brought her to my clubhouse because I knew her husband would kill her if I didn’t. Now she has my protection and that of the Cerberus MC. I never expected her to become something more to me. I was in more trouble than I’ve ever been in before, and that’s saying a lot considering I served eight years in the Marine Corp with Special Forces.





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“Since you kissed and made up does that mean I get to stay at the clubhouse tonight?” I turn my attention from Em as she flits around the bar like she’s worked here her entire life, and look at Kid, who has a hopeful look on his face.

“I hate to burst your bubble, but so long as she’s at Doc’s, that’s where you will be.” He sighs, loudly. “What?”

“I just figured since you guys,” he does this weird side pump with his hand at his waist, “you know… I figured you’d be staying there with her.”

“I told you we took a nap.” I tilt my already warm beer to my lips and take a sip.

“Really? I thought that was code for getting laid or something.” Shadow laughs boisterously beside him.

Slapping Kid on the back, “Sorry Kid, if the Prez isn’t getting pussy, it looks like you’re not getting pussy either.”

I grin when Kid’s face falls and realizes that what Shadow just said is a pretty accurate analysis of the situation.

“If you’re having trouble sealing the deal, Prez, I can give you a few pointers.” The scrape of Shadow’s chair as he moves away from Kid makes my lip twitch in an almost smile.

Shadow’s reaction would be fitting almost any time one of the guys made some dumb ass remark about me not being able to handle any type of situation. Kid is lucky I was able to wrap my arms around Emmalyn for a few hours this afternoon, or his ass would be laid out on the nasty bar floor by now.

“First off,” I say putting my beer down on the table, “I don’t need any pointers from you.” I tap his chest with my finger. “Second, if Em was just some other piece of pussy to me, I’d have already had my one and done.” I lean in closer, so he knows how serious I am. “You don’t need to worry about my dick and what it’s doing or not doing with Emmalyn.”

He reaches up and rubs his chest where my finger hit it. “I’m not worried about your dick, Prez. I’m worried about mine.”

Shadow laughs again, and I can’t help but join in at the wimpy sound of Kid’s admission.

I hit the side button on my phone to check the time. “You have three hours until I take her home. If you need to get your dick wet, you better do it in a hurry. I expect you back at Doc’s no later than one-thirty.”

He jumps with an ear to ear grin, slaps me on the back, and whistles loudly to a blonde across the room. I watch as she downs her drink, grabs her purse, and heads to the front door.

“Thanks, Dad,” Kid whispers in my ear as he heads in the direction of his all-too-willing conquest of the night.






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Marie James: I’m a full-time, working mother of two boys and wife of 11 years. I've spent almost my entire lifetime living in central Texas, with only short stays in South Carolina, Alabama, and Florida. I've always wanted to write novels and just recently had the gumption to sit down and start one. My passions include reading everything under the sun and plotting out new books to write in the future.

Kincaid is my 7th book. I’ve also written the Hale Series, Love ME Like That, and a FanFiction named Psychosis, featuring up and coming cover model, Matthew Hosea, as the main character. This book was done for fun and all of the proceeds are going to charity. All of my books are currently available on Amazon.

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synopsis Thankfully, some love stories are so strong they never die. "The Strength of Love" is a tale of love, loss, and second chances. This inspiring love story shares how several men influenced one woman's life and showered her with love in different ways. Experience love, friendship, faith, suspense, tragedy, humor, and a super-natural element...always and forever.   Always the bridesmaid, but never the bride, Rachel Thompson is ready to give up on love, before rodeo cowboy Brooks Reynolds rides into the arena and lassos her heart. His smoldering looks and strong yet tender nature sweep her off her feet. Life is pinch-worthy and picture-book perfect, except on the eve of her wedding Rachel's love story is ripped from the pages. After two months of grieving, she discovers her nightmare is never-ending. In order to escape her heartbreaking past, the middle-school counselor relocates to a new city for a fresh start and a second chance at happiness and perhaps even love. Through her faith and the support of her family and friends she discovers sought after answers during an unexpected journey.


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it was amazing
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WOW, This book played my heart strings, it's so full of love, loss and spiritual healing. I was hooked from the first page.
Rachel has always been the bridesmaid but never the bride so she had pretty much gave up on love til she was roped in by the sexy cowboy Brooks. They have the perfect love story, but we all know everything is always perfect, when tragedy strikes, Rachel will have to depend on love and faith. grab tissues cause you will need them.
 

excerpt The rain slows. Rachel presses her hands against his chest and distances herself. Her eyes devour the answered prayer standing in front of her. In a deep, sultry voice, she explains, “I think I knew the moment I saw you sitting high in your saddle. When you tipped your hat I truly lost my breath. Then when you stared into my eyes I melted. The first time you physically touched me I lost a part of my heart and prayed you captured it.” Tears fill Brooks’ eyes. “But when you kissed me at the Cowboys game I gave you my heart. I think I knew then I was in love with you, but mentally it seemed too soon, too fast, it had to be lust I told myself. And the more time we spent together I knew it was lust—” Brooks’ forehead wrinkles. Rachel’s hands slip underneath the front of his shirt wrapping securely around his waist. Her eyes worship his as she continues, “But more importantly I knew I was in love with you, too. Madly, passionately, crazily in love with you, Brooks Reynolds.” Brooks’ fingers thread through the hair on each side of her head. Tightly he holds her. She continues, “I. Love. You. Brooks.” His lips crush hers. Their tongues attack every area inside their heated mouths. His tongue flickers across her neck. Her teeth nibble his earlobe. Brooks sweeps her lithe frame into his strong arms. Carrying her into the house and to her bathroom, Rachel trembles as the chill and the excitement overwhelm her senses. SOL - 99c.png
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author bio G.L. Ross is a proud, sixth generation, native Texan. As a true Southern Belle, G.L. has always dreamt of the “happily ever after,” the prince riding in on the white horse sweeping her off her feet. She hasn’t found “Prince Charming” – yet (always an optimist) – but finds him every time she writes about her characters’ “happily ever after” endings. Her motto in life is to “always find the good” in every person and situation. Whether through laughter, prayer, music, or a glass of wine or vodka, G.L. finds the good in life and shares her sense of humor, love, faith, and adventure in her stories. Experience family, faith, and love in The Strength of Love. Take a steamy flight with Lance & Lisa in Turbulent Passion, and continue their sexy journey in Burning Desire. Crosswind, book three, in the Flyboy Trilogy will release in 2016. Plus, you must meet hunky rancher, Graham Gaskin, in A Rose Has Thorns…He’s smokin’ hot!
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