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Release Day: September 18th 2014
They say there is an exception to every rule…
Jada Stanley is starting over, refusing to repeat her past mistakes. Everything is going great until she meets Cane Alexander. He is gorgeous, cocky, and everything she needs to avoid.
Cane lives within a set of carefully constructed guidelines to ensure his life remains uncomplicated. When he sets his eyes on Jada, all of his rules are called into question.
As their worlds become intertwined, they find it impossible to stay away from each other. Will they be able to maintain the rules they’ve created to protect their hearts? Or will they make an exception?
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If I close my eyes, maybe she’ll disappear.
“That was amazing. So good, Cane.”
The woman nestled against me, her hand draping across my body. She stroked my skin, the intimacy of the action curling my stomach.
I switched on the bedside lamp, letting my eyes adjust to the bright light. Glancing at the clock, I pushed her hand away.
It’s not too late. She can still go home.
Sitting up, I swung my legs over the side of the bed; my body groaned in response. I stretched my arms overhead in an attempt to work some life back into my exhausted muscles.
This girl was a decent choice for a last minute decision. Memories of her contorted in a variety of wicked ways, screaming my name, made my dick harden again.
“Do you want me to get us something to eat?” she asked.
Her nails grazed down my back and I moved out of her reach. Her touch, like her voice, was more annoying than I remembered it being a few hours earlier.
That’s because you just dumped a load.
I twisted around. Her blonde hair was spread across my pillows, black makeup smeared across her face. A part of me wanted to tell her she looked like hell, but a bigger part of me didn’t care enough to point it out. I just needed her gone.
She rolled onto her back, cheap perfume wafting through the air. She pulled the sheets tight around her body.
I’m going to have to do laundry. Hell, I’ll probably just have to burn the sheets to get rid of that smell.
“I was thinking I would grab us some hamburgers. I could pick up some things for breakfast while I’m out.”
I cringed at the implications saturating her voice. “You’re going to need to tone that shit down.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Look, I have things to do tonight.” Her face was familiar but her name—not so much.
“Oh, that’s fine. I can just wait here while you do what you need to do.” She flashed me her biggest smile and settled back into the sheets, looking way too comfortable in my bed.
“No. You’re going to need to get up, get dressed, and go home.” I massaged my temples with my fingertips, a migraine inching its way into my skull.
For fuck’s sake! Why isn’t this ever as easy as they make it out to be? Maybe I should get them to sign some shit, a ‘This is a Fuck and Only a Fuck’ disclaimer or something.
“I really have no plans for tomorrow, Cane.” She licked her lips, still swollen from moments before.
“We discussed this. We fuck. You leave. You know this.”
She had the nerve to look hurt.
“I didn’t think you were going to say that once we were done.”
“It was amazing. It is always amazing with me.” I flashed her a grin and literally watched her swoon.
That never gets old.
“Look, I don’t do this ‘sex and a sandwich’ thing, but that is not a newsflash.”
“Why does it feel like we’ve been here before?” Frustration took over and I took a deep breath, trying to keep myself calm. All I needed was a hot little body to dump my stress into for a little while and I had made no illusions otherwise. She agreed to this before she followed me home.
Why does it have to be complicated now? I ran my fingers through my short blond hair, scrubbing my scalp in annoyance.
“When I was here a few months ago, we had lunch, too. Remember? We sat out on the patio.”
Remember her face. Do not triple dip this one.
“You don’t understand how this works.” I glanced at her reclining against my pillows and fought hard to not sound as brusque as I felt. “I have a bunch of shit to do. You really need to go.”
She sighed dramatically as she got up and found her jeans on the floor. I watched her ass jiggle as she pulled them on slowly, undoubtedly for my benefit.
I had to restrain myself from grabbing her and fucking her one more time, just for good measure.
That is only going to make getting her out of here even harder and she simply isn’t good enough to waste any more time on.
Instead, I sat and enjoyed the show. She turned to face me as she pulled her shirt over her head, her eyes never leaving mine. She tucked her bra in her purse.
With a final glance over her shoulder, presumably to give me time to change my mind, she was gone.
And I was alone again—just the way I liked it.
Adriana Locke lives and breathes books. After years of slightly obsessive relationships with the flawed bad boys created by other authors, Adriana has created her own. The Exception is Adriana’s debut novel and will be released on September 18th.
Adriana lives in the Midwest with her family. She spends a large amount of time playing with her kids, drinking coffee, and cooking. Her favorite things include sunshine, candy, and random quotes. Please contact Adriana at www.adrianalocke.com. She loves to hear from readers.
Title: The Art of Love
Author: A.B. Michaels
Series: Sinner’s Grove (Prequel)
With nothing but a strong back and a barrel full of ambition, August Wolff finds wealth beyond measure in the frozen goldfields of the Klondike. Success, however, comes at an unbearably high price. Now Gus walks alone, and all the money in the world can’t buy him what he needs.
In the late 1800’s, when women are largely seen and not heard, Amelia Starling longs for a life limited only by her imagination. Blessed with abundant artistic talent and an even bigger heart, she moves to the boom town of San Francisco, hoping to make her mark and living with the pain of a sacrifice no woman should have to make.
Two wounded yet defiant individuals meet at the dawn of a new century, discovering a passion eclipsing all they’d ever known. Longing to build a life together, can they overcome the dictates of a cruel and spiteful society?…The Art of Love is the prequel to the just-released contemporary romantic suspense novel, Sinner’s Grove. Sinner’s Grove is available today and tomorrow only for 99 cents on Amazon.
Author: A.B. Michaels
Series: Sinner’s Grove #1
A startling discovery when she was 14 left San Francisco artist Jenna Bergstrom estranged from her family; unforeseen tragedy only sharpened her loneliness. But now her ailing grandfather needs her expertise to re-open the family’s once-famous artists’ retreat on the California coast. The problem? She’ll have to face architect Brit Maguire, the ex-love of her life.
Seven years ago, Brit spent a magical time with the girl of his dreams, only to have her disappear from his life completely. Now she’s back, helping with the biggest architectural renovation of his career. No matter how deep his feelings still run, Brit can’t afford the distraction of Jenna Bergstrom, because something is going terribly wrong with the project at Sinner’s Grove.
As Jenna and Brit struggle to keep their passion in check, unseen enemies close in, bent on destroying more than just her grandfather’s dream. Through the prism of ever-increasing danger, Jenna finally discovers what true family—and true love—is all about. But will it be too late?
Keeping his eyes on her, Gus concurred with a murmured, “Yes indeed. Spectacular.”
A native of northern California, A.B. Michaels holds master’s degrees in history and broadcasting, and worked for many years in the public relations and marketing fields. She currently lives in Boise, Idaho with her husband and two furry “sons” who don’t seem to realize they’re just dogs. For more information about the Sinner’s Grove series, including upcoming titles, please visit http://www.abmichaels.com.
Lindsay Christianson seemingly has it all—the perfect career, the perfect boyfriend, and the best-laid plans for a perfect life—until one phone call changes everything.
With a moments notice, Lindsay must choose between her perfect life and her professional dreams. The choice momentarily seems clear when the opportunity to propel her career abruptly sends her across the country, leaving everything she loves behind in North Carolina.
Navigating a new city with a broken heart and a job where her colleagues will do anything to sabotage her success, the pressure quickly becomes too great. When old habits resurface, Lindsay finds herself chasing demons she thought were long since buried.
With pain and destruction left in her wake, will Lindsay find a way to erase the damage she’s done, or will her sins remain unforgiven?
**This book is a Contemporary Romance and contains mature subject matter. It is not intended for those under 17 years of age.**
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Rebecca Shea is the USA Today Bestselling author of Unbreakable and Undone. She lives in Phoenix, Arizona with her family and her beagle, Miles. From the time Rebecca could read she has had a passion for books. Rebecca spends her days working full-time and her nights writing, bringing stories to life. Born and raised in Minnesota, Rebecca moved to Arizona in 1999 to escape the bitter winters. When not working or writing, she can be found on the sidelines of her sons football games, or watching her daughter at ballet class. Rebecca is fueled by insane amounts of coffee, margaritas, Laffy Taffy (except the banana ones), and happily ever afters.
“She sat beside me on
the bus – and she changed my whole life.”
and absurdly handsome – Spanish ex-football
player Mateo Casalles seemed like he had it all. A high-society wife, an
adorable little girl, and flashy apartments in Madrid and Barcelona only
sweetened the deal. But there was more to Mateo than met the eye – a life of
uncertainty and regret that colored his black and white world.
That was until Vera
Miles came into his life like a shooting star. Tattooed, wild and young, Vera
seemed like Mateo’s polar opposite at first. But you can’t choose who you fall
in love with and the two lost
souls did everything they could to be together, all while suffering the grave
Now with Mateo
divorced and living in Madrid with Vera, there is a whole new set of challenges
and setbacks facing the couple and rocking the foundation of their star-crossed
them, the brighter the star, the faster they burn.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”
I turn in my chair and give Vera a curious look. Yet another English saying that I don’t know. “I’m afraid I don’t understand.”
She gives me a soft but tired smile and sits down on the arm rest. I immediately wrap my arm around her waist and pull her down into my lap, where she comes to a rest with a giggle, her hair obscuring the impish smile on her face. No matter where she is, I can never stop touching her and now more than ever I need her to relax, to feel safe, to know I’m going to get us out of this.
“Explain,” I demand. “Or I will punish you with kisses.”
She raises her brow. “Followed by punishment by penis?”
I shrug. “That can be arranged. Now, tell me my Estrella.”
She sighs and buries her lips into my neck. I can’t help the small moan that escapes from me, nor my hardness building beneath her plump, round ass. I close my eyes and fight the urge to pick her up and take her to the bedroom, the only other way I know how to make her feel safe and sated, the only way I know how to escape.
“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned,” she says against my throat, “is a saying. I don’t know where it’s from but it means, well, nothing is scarier than a pissed off bitch.” She pauses, sucking in her breath and I know she fears she’s said the wrong thing. “Sorry,” she quickly adds and I feel her body tense up beneath my fingers. “I didn’t mean that Isabel is a bitch.”
She is still so skittish over her words, the way she blurts things out, but it’s one of the reasons why I love her. I cup the back of her head with my hand and let the softness of her hair sink over me. “I know you didn’t,” I assure her. “And, well, she is being a bitch.”
“Can you blame her though?” she asks, her voice rising a pitch and when she pulls away from me, her eyes are wet. It breaks my heart. I’m getting tired of my heart breaking and I know that this isn’t going to change anytime soon. Every day there is another weight on us, another crack appears.
“No,” I tell her honestly. “I cannot blame her.”
A silence lapses over us, heavy like a wool cloak. It does this sometimes. What we’ve done, it coats us.
Finally she clears her throat. “She’s going to hurt for a long time,” she says. “She’s going to be angry. This isn’t going away. I thought everything was behind us now, that she’d move on. You’ve been divorced for a year, if she’s still this mad a year out…”
“She is mad because I am going back to Atletico,” I tell her. “She is mad because of the paparazzi, the way they are hounding us again. She is mad because she feels she is being made to look like a fool. If I had just stayed with my head down, she wouldn’t be doing this.”
“But you can’t live your life in fear, Mateo,” she tells me.
I smile at her and brush her sunset hair from her face. “And neither can you.”
She settles back against my body, sinks, conforms, melds. She is second skin. She is a part of myself I can’t bear to separate from. I pray I never have to. I pray we can survive whatever is coming our way.
And I can feel it coming, that tension, that storm rolling in the weeks and days.
I pick her up in my arms and for all her pillowy curves, she weighs nothing more than a feather. I take her down the hall to the bedroom, throw her on the bed. She glows in the afternoon sun that streams in through our window and it isn’t long before we are both naked and I am climbing over her, pinning her arms above her head and drinking in her body like the most beautiful, decadent wine.
I will devour her until all of this is gone.
I will consume her until we are all that’s left.
I push inside her and let my hunger take over.
twenty-three.He speaks Spanish.
I speak English.He lives in Spain.
I live in Canada.
He dresses in
thousand-dollar suits. I’m covered in tattoos.
He’s married and
has a five-year old daughter.
I’m single and
can’t commit to anyone or anything.
Until now. Because
when they say you can’t choose who you fall in love with, boy ain’t that the
To a restless
dreamer like Vera Miles, it sounded like the experience of a lifetime. Instead
of spending her summer interning for her astronomy major, she would fly to
Spain where she’d spend a few weeks teaching conversational English to
businessmen and women, all while enjoying free room and board at an isolated
resort. But while Vera expected to get a tan, meet new people and stuff herself
with wine and paella, she never expected to fall in love.
Mateo Casalles is
unlike anyone Vera has ever known, let alone anyone she’s usually attracted to.
While Vera is a pierced and tatted free spirit with a love for music and
freedom, Mateo is a successful businessman from Madrid, all sharp suits and
cocky Latino charm. Yet, as the weeks go on, the two grow increasingly close
and their relationship changes from purely platonic to something…more.
makes Vera feel alive for the first time.
Something that can
never, ever be.
Or so she thinks
Roxy Sloane is a romance junkie with a dirty mind. She lives in Los Angeles with her hot ex-military hubby and her two kids. She loves writing sexy, complex stories about pushing the boundaries and risking it all.
Decklan Dare knows about the unexpected loss of loved ones and for this reason, he values control in all areas of his life. Amanda Collins enjoys the freedom she finds in casual encounters without the emotional connection a relationship brings. They meet and their physical attraction is mutual but both experience feelings that could run deeper – if they drop their guard and let each other in. Decklan is first to trust, but when he discovers the secret Amanda’s been hiding, will he forgive? Or will he rebuild every wall before she has a chance to explain?
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New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips N.Y. Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carly Phillips has written over 40 sexy contemporary romance novels that today’s readers identify with and enjoy. After a successful 15 year career with various New York publishing houses, Carly is making the leap to Indie author, with the goal of giving her readers more books at a faster pace at a better price. Her Serendipity books will still finish up in January/February 2014 via Berkley as planned. Carly lives in Purchase, NY with her family, two nearly adult daughters and two crazy dogs who star on her Facebook Fan Page and website. She’s a writer, a knitter of sorts, a wife, and a mom. In addition, she’s a Twitter and Internet junkie and is always around to interact with her readers.
Amazon Author Page: http://www.amazon.com/Carly-Phillips/e/B001I9W0MS
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A summer of f*ck buddies? Something to take the edge off? I was down.
But when Chloe shows up at my hotel door, wanting to rip my head off, rather than give me head—I cared. A lot. Too much, in fact.
This is turning into more. And I can’t do more.
Like the ink under my skin she’s becoming permanent. Enduring. Immovable.
Was I ready to let her go though?
Not a f*cking chance
Kristine’s 5 star Review…
How is it Elisabeth darling, that you leave me each and every time with the black hole (mouth wide open)* growling* “feed me more Seymour!” I love leaving with this expression and for the third time! I just want to be put out of my misery!! Just kidding! This is the feeling that I live for after reading a book….what can I tell you, I love torturing myself!! I just love these serials!!! I kept saying this over and over while reading each word. Elisabeth is brilliant! What a hot, interesting, angsty, 5 star all in one, devouring it in one sitting, leaving you yearning for more….what’s better than that?!! Absolutely nothing!! So I asked myself this question…If someone told me I couldn’t have a certain creamy donut….would I listen?! Maybe if I told that donut I couldn’t eat it and stuffed it in the garbage and the garbage man picked it up….I would! But if that donut appeared in front of my face again, would I have the will power to say no?!!! I highly doubt it! Max is Chloe’s desirable creamy, melt in your mouth donut… ( I’m probably hungry, for making this food reference, but whatever…point is, no one can stay away from something they want so bad, someone that has a hold on them like no one’s business. I don’t even think she has a clue and neither does he. How two people can be in such denial is beyond me.
In the second serial we are left wondering what Chloe read from the paper that left her so angry and determined to end it with Max and on top of other reasons that she had to. What did Max do?! (Hence the crazy, I need it now feeling.) Sooo….going into this third installment I wanted to know a few things. Will Chloe be able to move pass this, and if she does, will she be able to do what she has to do? We get to know these characters more and more with each and every installment. By the end we wonder….. do we really know them and WTF is going on!!!! Ohhhh we are almost there for the fourth and I think the last installment. Which I will be very sad to say goodbye, I really love these characters and hope they find their way to love and happiness. With saying that…. Hold on tight, I think we are in for a bumpy ride!!!
Dawn C’s Review 4.5 stars
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A new novel by REBECCA DONOVAN 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 more than 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.
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Abby and Dawns joint review: Abby: Wow Dawn, just wow! Cal - he is so the boy next door right? Everything sweet and lovable from the types of male characters we’ve grown to love from Donovan. What did you think of him?
Dawn: Truly, I adored Cal! He’s vulnerable, lovable, and I connected with him so much. I felt all the emotions he experienced throughout What If…and Rebecca Donovan captured his personality and all of his feelings in the way she is so good at doing!
Abby: And the twists Donovan spun…. I was a little teary eyed and a tad surprised more than once, how about you?
Dawn: I really had NO idea what to expect when I picked up What If and that is exactly how you need to go into this one… there’s so much that happens that keeps you guessing and wondering what’s going to happen next. It would be so easy to give away too much, and that would be a shame for those who haven’t read it yet, so let’s keep it as much of a mystery as possible, shall we?
Abby: And the writing style, I kinda do want to go back through it now that I’m finished and look at it with a fresh set of eyes.
Dawn: Absolutely! Rebecca Donovan weaves a tale that pulls you in and questioning so much. I definitely felt the same way when I finished… like I wanted to go back with a new set of eyes, like you, and view it all knowing What If… and experiencing it on a different level. Rebecca Donovan surprised me with this one, and I felt took me down a path that I was not expecting. My emotions and thoughts often felt all over the place, and I believe that’s what was intended. What do you think?
Abby: I think you are absolutely right! This was deliberate. In fact once you are finished you start to notice how deliberate everything is.
Dawn: There’s such a strong message in this story, all summed up in What If. I could go deeper into more of the story, but it would be a disservice to do that and not allow the next person reading it for the first time to experience all of that!
Abby: Dawn I agree wholeheartedly! This is one that should be kept quiet and let the reader experience. Get a secret group after and don’t share what happens, that’s my suggestion because part of the fabulous is not knowing What If. Happy reading. Add to your Goodreads Preorder
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. a Rafflecopter giveaway
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“Bullshit,” he says again, grabbing hold of my arms. “You love me.”
His grasp on me tightens as he shakes me. “Tell me you don’t.”
“Tell me you don’t love me Everly.”
“I don’t love you.”
“You’re full of shit.” He releases his hold on me, taking a step back.
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