Cover Reveal Fallen Down Under by S.M.Phillips



“Fallen Down Under” by: S.M. Phillips


“Fuck.” I slam my fist into the desk before me and feel nothing but

rage. I need to go after her. I need to explain. “But isn’t this what you

wanted?” The voice inside my head whispers. “Isn’t this a nice easy

Everything Max has done has always been at a cost to others around

him. He wasn’t about to make that mistake again. No longer will his

selfish ways punish those close to him. Sometimes it’s better to have

Finally after what felt like forever, Jess was getting a glimpse of

control over her life again and allowed her defences to come crashing

down, only to have what it guarded to be crushed once again. Now,

on the other side of the world away from her friends, she doesn’t

way out?”

had and lost than to never have had at all.

know what to do.

Is it too late or have they both fallen too far into something that is

Should she stay or should she go?

completely out of their depths?

Meet S.M. Phillips

Welcome to the crazy and hectic life that is me… A fun, loving mum

of one special little boy, girlfriend (I’m sure it should be wife by now!!)

and an overall crazy, happy go lucky girl from England.

I have always had a passion for reading and writing. Wherever I am,

my book reader is never far behind along with a mug of coffee.

I found myself wanting to write from a young age, I have quite a few

hidden stories on my computer somewhere, maybe I will have to dig

them out and play around with them at some point.

I decided to make the very exciting but also very nerve wracking

decision to release my debut ‘Escape down under’ at the end of 2013

when the ideas in my head got too strong and just wouldn’t leave me




Escape down under is now live and Fallen down under is due for

release on November 2nd


For One Night Only by Allie A Burrow


Erotic contemporary romance

Release date: 26 September 2014

Publisher: Breathless Press

ISBN: 978-1-77101-390-1

Heat level: 4

Word count: 9,000+


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Kate Powell only went and fell for the soldier she’d met just once before he had to jet off on a

year-long posting overseas.

Seven months in, and Kate is hornier than a blue wildebeest in mating season with only her

battery-powered friend for relief. Her skills as a pen-pal scale new heights, but then a text

message arrives out of the blue.

Corporal Mark Butler is back in the country for one night only, and Kate isn’t about to let the

opportunity pass her by. After all, who needs a vibrator when the real thing comes calling?

*Allie has chosen to donate all royalties from ‘For One Night only’ and ‘Serviced: Volume 1’ to

the UK charity Help For Heroes*



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Safely enveloped in the darkness of the alcove, the bass pounded through the soles of Kate’s

boots and echoed inside her ribs. She lunged and caught Mark’s face in her hands, pulling him

down to kiss him, her tongue forcing a route past his surprised lips and delving into the wetness

of his mouth. “Take me,” she breathed. Her hand stole over the carved ridges of his stomach,

following the arrow-shaped path down to where it disappeared inside his jeans. “Please…”

His mouth opened and closed and he glanced over his shoulder at the heaving dance

floor. “But—”

“No buts.” She reached for his fly, undoing it quickly, but instead of finding another layer of

clothing, his dick sprang free and elicited a gasp from her throat. “I need this”—she fisted her

hand around it, stroking him, and his eyes squeezed shut, his jaw jutting out as his head tipped

back—”I need you…inside me”—she swirled her hand over the engorged head and his entire

body jerked—”now.”

Mark’s eyes flew open and even in the dim lighting, she saw his pupils dilate, the naked

desire on his face almost frightening. His fingers skipped over the back of her neck and lost

themselves in her hair, getting tangled in the shoulder-length tresses she had loosely pinned

up. The gentle touch was at odds with the fierce hunger in his gaze. Electric shocks surged

through the many nerve endings, connected directly to her core, and she had to lean into his

hand, let him support the weight of her head, suddenly too heavy to keep upright under her

own steam.

He tilted it back and locked his gaze onto hers, issuing her with a challenge. “If we’re going to

do this”—he leaned into her, his lips rasping her ear—”right here, right now”—his gravelly voice

resonated within her, hungry, powerful—”we’re doing it my way.”

Staggered by the transformation from man to soldier, her need for him ramped up another

notch and it was all she could do to move her head the tiniest fraction. His eyes searched hers

for an answer, the wait agonizing, until finally, he dipped his head. Achingly tender, his lips

flitted over the top of hers, like rose petals blowing in the wind. Her eyelids fluttered closed,

cracking under the strain of keeping them open.

Sweet, yet maddening, Kate yearned to take control and deepen the kiss, but he broke off

every time she tried before catching her lower lip between his teeth as if to punish her. Their

sharp edges sank into her swollen flesh without breaking the surface, his tongue immediately

soothing any pain. The all-conquering, take-no-prisoners warrior had arrived.

Twisted Lies ( Dirty Secrets #1) by Sedona Venez with my review and a giveaway

 Title: Twisted LiesSeries: Dirty Secrets #1

Author: Sedona Venez

Release Date: September 30, 2014


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Loved it! What a fast intense read. Sin seems to have a knack for finding intense dominant men. One hurt her and terrorizes her and the other just scares her. She won’t admit it but she likes to be dominated but she REALLY doesn’t like to be terrorized. I can’t wait to read the next in the series, This book just wet my appetite I need more. I really need the rest of the story.
After working her way up, Sinthia Michaels has finally hit it big in the glamorous fashion industry. Young and beautiful, she has it all—a celeb lifestyle, a gorgeous Manhattan townhouse, and a highly anticipated couture fashion line.
Core McKay, former kingpin of New York City’s organized crime, is now a wealthy and legitimate businessman. However, when Core sets his sights on a corrupt politician, his need for revenge leads him to Sin’s up-and-coming fashion empire.
Weaving together his twisted lies and dirty secrets, Core entangles Sin in his web of deceit. When the backstabbing fashion world, the vicious political arena, and the ruthless criminal underworld converge, Sin becomes trapped in the middle and struggles to fight her way out.
***WARNING: Twisted Lies is intended for mature audiences. Recommended Reading Age 18+***

Jesus, I’m so fucked.

Our mouths were a breath away. The desire and tension were almost more than I could take. Abruptly, he removed his thumb from my mouth, cupping the back of my neck, pulling hard on my hair, before his lips settled across my mouth. My breath caught as my mind was undecided as to whether I should pull back or allow him to delve further.

Who am I kidding?

There was no allowing. I was Core’s possession, and the cocky bastard knew it.

Sensually, I moaned as his tongue curled around mine, demanding that it come out and play. He awakened a need that lay dormant in the pit of my stomach, a need that only he could satisfy.

His hand skated down and squeezed my hip while his eyes were fixed on me. “I want you. Now!” he growled.

My pulse raced, and my body trembled with want. He was crumbling my resolve. Diabolically, he stripped me emotionally bare, leaving me vulnerable and raw to the bone. He was revealing a piece of me that would be better left hidden. The message was clear. He knew what I needed, and he would give it to me if I took the leap of faith.


“Sinful.” He licked my bottom lip slowly. He pulled back with his eyes locked onto me with a power that left me breathless. “Are you mine?” he asked gruffly.

My heart raced with sickening excitement. I knew that he was evil, lust, and darkness personified. He should have terrified me, but he didn’t because I was just as fucked-up in the head as he was.

“Always,” I whispered.

“I’m never letting you go, Sin.” Tilting my head back, he kissed me hard. “What I claim, I keep.”

I was a spider trapped in his web.

“Now, get on your knees,” he ordered in a brusque tone.

This was it—the moment of truth that would seal my destiny. Self-preservation finally kicked in.

My mind screamed like a banshee, Run, Sin! Tuck your ass and run!

My body tightened, preparing to run away as if a horde of paparazzi were nipping at my stilettos.

Core’s cold gray eyes narrowed. “I’m a hardhearted, ruthless motherfucker who doesn’t know shit about love or relationships.” He pulled me forward, one hand taking a firm hold of my wrists, while his legs forced my knees apart. “And neither do you.” His free hand ripped off my panties. “Perfection is complete fantasyland bullshit.”




Sedona Venez is the New Adult romance author of the following series: Dirty Secrets, Credence Curse, and Valkyries: Soaring Raven. She’s a NYC girl (go Brooklyn!) with a slight obsession with her iPad, Pinterest, Pawn Stars, and Face Off. Her love of music, tattoos, rockers, and alpha men inspires her novels. She also writes as T.L. Clarke. You can find out more about Sedona and her novels by visiting


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Here Comes Trouble by Natalie Acres Release Week Blitz with Giveaway


Ellie Hunter wasn’t looking for a protector, but she definitely wanted a place to lay low and hide.

Divorced from her abusive husband for over six months, Ellie goes to Trouble’s gates as a last

resort after her ex pays her a ‘final’ visit.

Allister McCall, Ryan Thomas, Derek Swinney, and Bradley Powers have known Ellie for the

better part of their lives and the memory of sharing her is stamped in their minds. When Ellie

arrives in small town Trouble, the men jump to all sorts of illicit assumptions.

Once Ellie reconnects with Allister, Ryan, Derek, and Bradley, Ellie’s life is seemingly complete,

assuming her ex-husband will let her live in peace. With Navy SEALs training behind them,

Ellie’s men are confident Ellie’s ex will finally let her go but if he refuses there will be hell to pay.

One way or another, four men will ensure Ellie is protected, loved, honored, and adored.


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Where We Belong by K.L. Grayson with my review and a giveaway


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Title: Where We Belong
Author: K.L. Grayson
Genre: Adult Romance
Publish Date: September 23, 2014
Cover Photographer: Tess J Photography
Cover Designer: Wicked by Design
Organized by Literati Author Services Inc.


Regret . . . she’s a snarky little bitch.

I’ve tried several times to regret the events that took place on June 5, 2008, but for the life of me, I can’t. I’d never regret the pain, the suffering, or the heartache because they ultimately led me to the place I am now. And I can’t regret the place I am now. What I still can’t figure out is this: how is it possible that the single worst day of my life inadvertently became the very best day?

Five years ago my life was irrevocably changed.

Seventeen minutes was all it took—

to lose my best friend…

to lose the love of my life…

Seventeen minutes was all it took for the seeds of hope—the seeds of my future—to be planted in the worst possible way.

My name is Harley Thompson, and this is my story.
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Holy shit that burns!”I crinkle my nose up at the fire the tequila leaves behind.

“Pussy.” Quinn laughs, handing me a lemon and popping one in her mouth.

Flipping her off, I swivel in my seat, watching all of the sweaty bodies fight for attention on the dance floor. Adam Levine’s seductive voice croons through the speakers, and I sway to the beat.

My eyes wander over to the pool table, landing on Ty. Reaching up, he runs his fingers through his shaggy, brown hair and laughs at something someone says. His dimples take root, and his smile lights up his face. I tilt my head to the side, a deep sigh rushing from my lips. Ty.

We’re friends.

Best friends.

That’s it.

Tyson and I grew up together. Literally. Our mothers have been best friends since the day my family moved in next door to his when I was the ripe age of twelve months. Not only did we learn how to walk together, we went to preschool together, learned how to drive together, we even had our first after school detention together.

Tonight, we are celebrating because this morning, we graduated from college together. Me, with a degree in nursing, and Ty with his bachelor’s in biology, Pre-Med.

Quinn nudges my shoulder. “You love him. You need to tell him or you’re going to regret it.” She thinks she’s helping, but in all reality she is only making me wish for things that I most certainly should not be wishing for.

“Quinn,” I say, raising my glass to the server with a quick nod, letting her know I want another. “It’s complicated.”

She shakes her head with a sarcastic laugh. “Only because you’re making it. Why you two are in the friend zone is beyond me.”

The server sets down another round of shots. “Shut up and drink. To friends!” Raising my glass I tap it against hers, and down the shot. My head spins, signaling the beginning of a nice buzz. I wasn’t planning on getting drunk tonight, but after the bomb Tyson dropped on me a couple of hours ago, I need this.

Tyson is standing in the doorway to my bedroom, his hands tucked deep in his pockets. He looks off to the side. “Harley, we need to talk.” His voice is pained. He hasn’t made a move to come in. I can tell I’m not going to like this. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach. I can feel it in my bones–something is off.

“Okaaaay, shoot.” I train my eyes on the suitcase in front me and pull out clothes. He reaches for me, but I turn away and stuff some T-shirts in my drawer. “Moving back home is going to take some getting used to,” I murmur.

“A lot can change when you go away to college for four years,” he says, running his hand down the back of his neck.

“Yes, it does.” Opening the closet door, I stare into the dark, empty space. “I’m definitely finding a place of my own soon. Right after I find a job.”

“Brit and I decided not to stay at Wash U for medical school,” he blurts. “She wants to be closer to her family.” Ty wipes his hands on his jeans and fidgets as he sits on my bed. I take a deep breath and close my eyes.

Ty shifts toward me, reaching for my hand. This time, I don’t pull away. “Please look at me, Harley. I want you to understand what I’m saying.”

I blow out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and stare at my suitcase for a few more seconds before I look up. “Doesn’t Brit’s family live in New York?”

“They do.” He nods. “As soon as she told me she wanted to be near them, we applied to the medical school at Columbia, and we’ve both been accepted. We, um, we leave next week.”

“What?” I gasp, jumping up, my eyes nearly popping out of my head. “You can’t be serious.” My voice rises with each word. “Just like that?” I shake my head, refusing to accept this. “You’re just going to up and leave?” I shove a drawer closed harder than I intend, causing the mirror to shake violently. “One week? That’s it?” Tears gather in my eyes and I look away, blinking rapidly to keep them at bay.

I will not cry.

I will not cry.

“I’m sorry, Harley,” Tyson’s voice cracks. “I didn’t know how to tell you.” He sighs heavily, dropping his head. “I didn’t want to tell you.” His hands shake in his lap, and some of my anger dissipates. The magnetic pull we’ve always had draws me closer to him. My fingers itch to dive into his hair and pull him against me. To comfort him. To comfort me. Something . . . anything to slow down whatever storm he’s battling . . . but I don’t.

“Wow,” I whisper, sitting on the bed next to him. “I’m not really sure what to say.” I look up, and our eyes meet in the mirror. “Is this what you want? I mean, she isn’t pressuring you to do this. Right?”

He shakes his head slowly. “No, she isn’t.” I reach over and grab his hand, entwining my fingers with his, and he squeezes his eyes shut with the contact. “She’s my future, Harley,” he says, looking up. “This is my future. Please tell me you understand.” He clutches my hand, a silent plea for me to accept the path he’s chosen.

Don’t go.


Don’t do this.

“Of course,” I whisper, my heart breaking at the lie. Unable to hold back the tears, I let them fall silently down my cheeks. My mind yells at me to say or do something to make him stay.

“Earth to Harley,” Quinn says, nudging me out of the emotional wrecking ball that was my morning.

I glance over at the pool table again. Tyson’s arm hangs loosely around Brit’s neck. Her arms are wrapped tightly around his body. Me. That should be me.

I watch as he wraps her perfectly straight blonde hair around his hand and tugs hers beautifully sculpted face up to his. He leans down, placing a gentle kiss on her pouty lips and when she smiles, I swear, I’m blinded by her sparkling blue eyes.

I, on the other hand, was cursed with an unruly brown rat’s nest on top of my head and a pair of mossy green eyes with a tiny button nose. Side by side, we are the princess and the frog. I may be exaggerating a bit. I’m cute, or so I’ve been told, but Brit is every man’s dream. She can have any guy she wants, but she wants Tyson–my Tyson.

I sigh as he pulls her in closer. And he wants her, too.

I hate her.

My relationship with Brit is rocky at best. She’s frequently upset with the amount of time that Ty and I spend together. Despite our reassurances that we’re just friends, she doesn’t buy it. On more than one occasion, she has tried to convince him that I was harboring secret feelings for him. She went as far as to accuse me of using our friendship as an excuse to spend extra time with him.

Tyson never believed her, but she was right. I do have feelings for Ty. I’ve loved that boy since I was nine years old. The minute he punched Jimmy Tallen in the nose for calling me ugly, my heart belonged to him.

Telling him about my feelings never seemed like an option. He never seemed to be into me, and I wasn’t willing to risk losing our friendship. So I sat back, watching quietly as he dated girl after girl. I nursed his broken hearts and encouraged him to get back on the dating wagon, as any good friend would do. Then Brit literally stumbled into our lives, and everything changed. I didn’t like it at all.

Tyson used to know everything about me. He knew all of my secrets, lies, and insecurities. But that isn’t the case anymore. He doesn’t know my biggest secret. He doesn’t know that I’m in love with him.

Something happened when he told me he was moving. I’m not sure what it was, but a puzzle piece was put into place and everything became crystal clear. I had to tell him. He can’t leave without knowing the truth. I’ve always been able to predict how Tyson will react to things, but I honestly have no idea how he is going to respond to this.

“One more shot,” I say, raising my glass to Quinn.

Her lips curl in a devious smile. “Someone is getting brave.”

“I need all the liquid courage I can get.” We tap and chug.

“It’s about damn time.” She has been trying to get me to confess my undying love to Ty for the past four years.

My head spins when I move to stand, but it’s not because I’m drunk. Confrontations have never been my strong suit. Not that I’m going to confront Ty in a bad way, but still.

On unsteady legs, I make my way across the bar. Ty is playing pool with Levi and Cooper, his college roommates. This is the perfect time to approach him since Brit is standing at an adjacent table talking to some of her friends. I would prefer her to not be present for this conversation.

Levi greets my intrusion with a hug. “Hello, gorgeous.” His hand roams down the small of my back, and I smack it away playfully.

Poking his chest, I give him a firm look. “No ass grabbing tonight,” I scold.

I lean against the back wall as Cooper sweeps the table and that’s my cue. Wasting no time, I kick off the wall and approach Ty. “Hey, got a sec?”

He cocks his head to the side, giving me a lopsided grin that makes my insides melt and my knees wobble. “Anything for you, you know that.”

Taking a deep cleansing breath, I calm my nerves. “Can we step outside? Maybe somewhere a little more quiet?”

Tyson purses his lips, tilting his head to the side, but he doesn’t protest. Instead, he places his hand at the small of my back and steers me toward the side door.

“I think there are some tables outside in the back,” he says quietly.

I nod once and continue for the exit. Tyson opens the door and a warm rush of hot air greets us. I look around, not finding any tables. Ty guides me to the right and toward the back of the building where we spot some picnic tables, while I give myself a silent pep talk.

You can do it.

What’s the worse that could happen?

Don’t forget to breathe.

We come to a stop by a table and I grab Ty’s arm, preventing him from sitting. “I think you’re going to want to stand for this.”

I know him all too well and I’m sure that within the next two minutes he’ll be pacing like a bull.

“Okay. You’re starting to make me nervous, Harley. Is everything okay?” He runs his hands through his hair, giving it that I-just-had-wild-monkey-sex look, and then he shoves them both into his pockets.

I take a deep breath and blow it out slowly. It’s now or never. “I love you.”

Smiling sweetly, he replies, “I love you, too.”

I shake my head, pinning him with my stare, trying to convey just how much my feelings have morphed from friendship into something more. “No. I love you, love you, Ty.”

At first he just looks at me, and I’m not completely sure he understands what I’m saying.

But then I see it.

Acceptance, relief, and fear flash quickly through his eyes before they settle on me. Written all over his face is the one thing that makes this all worth it: love. Pure love.

My body sags with relief. This was the right move.

My small bubble of hope is quickly popped as Tyson’s expression changes. His face turns cold. His eyebrows narrow. He shakes his head slowly. He looks over at me and then stares at the ground, clenching his fists. When his eyes land back on mine, the love that I saw a second ago is gone. But it was there. I saw the adoration in his eyes.

“Don’t leave. Please don’t leave,” I beg. My voice is panicky. Desperation takes over. I cling to his arms, trying to get him to look at me, but he shrugs me away. “Stay. Please stay. Stay here with me. I love you.” My words rush out, tumbling over each other. I just can’t stop them. “I know you’re my best friend, but I love you. I’m in love with you. I want to be with you, Ty. Give me a chance…give us a chance.” I reach slowly for his hand, needing to make some sort of contact, but he pushes me away. With his fingers tightly laced together, he places his hands on his head and paces in circles.

“I know I’m asking a lot,” I say, my voice thick with emotion. “I should have told you a long time ago, but I didn’t, and I can’t change that now.”

Tyson keep walking in circles, clenching and unclenching his fists.

I take a hesitant step toward him. “I know that this is incredibly selfish of me. I know I’m asking you to give up everything but—”

“I can’t believe this is happening,” he interrupts. I don’t respond because I’m not given the chance. “How long, Harley? How long have you felt like this?”


“Years?” he asks incredulously, his eyebrows arched.

I nod my head, swallowing hard, suppressing the tears threatening to fall.

His head drops down. His voice is quiet but full of curiosity. “Why now, Harley? Why not a year ago, a month ago, or hell, a week ago? Why now?”

“Because I was scared. You’re too important to me, Ty. ” My voice cracks when I say his name and a fat tear streaks down my cheek. “I didn’t want to risk our friendship. I didn’t want to lose everything we have if you didn’t feel the same way.” I squeeze my eyes shut and hang my head in regret. I should have told him sooner, but I’ve come this far and I’m sure as hell not giving up now. Wiping away the wetness under my eyes, I step in Ty’s path, preventing further pacing. “Would it have mattered? If I would have told you a year ago, a month ago, or a week ago . . . would it have mattered?”

His eyes are downcast, and his lips are tilted in a frown. My chest tightens. My hand twitches, wanting to touch him, but I don’t.

“Yes,” he whispers, looking up at me. “It would have mattered.”

“Then it matters now!” I snap. “If it would have mattered then, then it matters now. We can do this, Ty. You just have to take the chance. Please take the chance. Please,” I beg.

His emotions shift once again as anger and resentment visibly overtake the sadness. Reaching for his head, Ty grips his hair tightly and a deep growl rips from his throat. “Damn it, Harley.” His voice is low and hard. My eyes widen in shock at the menacing glare he shoots at me. “What the fuck do you want me to say to that? You’re doing this because I told you I’m leaving. Do you realize what you’re asking? You’re asking me to uproot my entire life. Do you know the work it took to transfer medical schools? And what about Brit?” His mouth parts and a look of horror overcomes his features. “Brit,” he mumbles to himself. “Fuuuuuck. Brit was right.”

He begins to mumble. I’m not sure if he is talking to himself or to me, but his words are like a punch to the gut. “Brit told me you had feelings for me. I didn’t listen. I defended you. I mean . . . I had hoped you did, but I didn’t know. I told her she was wrong and that she was just jealous.” He looks up at me, eyes wide with shock. “But she was right. My god! All those times I left her to spend time with you . . .” His words drop off but quickly resume. “I told her there was no way you felt that way about me because you’re my best friend.” He stops pacing and turns to face me, but his eyes are trained on the ground.

Silence consumes us. Tension fills the air.

“Ty, say something please,” I whisper. “Please tell me what you’re thinking. You’re my best friend, and I know you feel like I’m just throwing this at—”

“But you are,” he interrupts loudly. “You are just throwing this at me, Harley!” I grip my hands tightly in front of me, wringing my fingers together in pure desperation. My heart slams in my chest. I know he feels the same way. He loves me. I saw it in his eyes. I just have to convince him that this is right.

I wait patiently for him to continue, but when his hard gaze lands on me, my hope vanishes into thin air. My heart plummets to the ground. His lips are set in a firm line, and his eyebrows are dipped low in disappointment.

“I’m with Brit,” he states firmly. “And I’m not going to hurt her; I can’t.” He shakes his head. “She hasn’t done anything to deserve that…to deserve this,” he says, waving his hand between the two of us. The pacing continues, back and forth in front of me until he finally removes his hands from his hair and places them on his hips. He turns to face me. There is a finality in his eyes that causes my resolve to crumble. I throw a hand up to my mouth, but I can’t stop the sob that slips out.

“Harley . . .” He trails off; his eyes are searching mine, for what, I’m not sure. “Harley, I can’t do this. I’m sorry, but I just can’t.” He pauses again, taking a second to sit down on the table. Placing his elbows on his knees, he bends forward and lowers his head. His voice is so soft that I almost don’t hear his final words. “We need to step back and take a break. From our friendship, Harley . . . We need to take a step back from our friendship.”

I cry, and my body trembles. “No.” My hands shake, and my mind works furiously to find a way to fix this. “No,” I repeat desperately. “We don’t need to take a step back. We need to move forward.” I crouch down in front of Ty and grip his fisted hands in mine. “Please give me a chance. I know you’re scared, but I promise, you won’t regret it; you won’t regret me.” My eyes flicker across his face, pleading with him to take this leap.

He exhales loudly and raises his face. “I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. To Brit. Now. When I’m supposed to be moving to New York in a week. A fucking week, Harley!” Standing abruptly, his eyes lock onto something over my left shoulder, but I can’t tear my eyes away from him to find out what it is. “I can’t do this. I won’t do it.” His voice is laced with decisiveness and a cold shiver of realization trembles through me. “I’m leaving next week for New York. With Brit. It’s best for my relationship with her if you and I don’t talk . . . at least not until I can sort through all of this in my head.”

His words hit me like a knife to the chest. He can’t mean that. He’s just shocked. “We can’t be friends?” I hiccup, gripping my chest where I’m sure there’s a gaping whole from his words. “Please don’t do this. Please, Ty! I’m sorry.” I grab his arm, forcing him to face me. “I’m so sorry. Please forgive me, forget I said anything. I can’t lose you, I won’t lose you.” My tears fall freely. I’ve stopped wiping them away; there’s just no point.

I startle when I hear someone behind me clear their throat. I turn slowly and find myself face-to-face with Brit. I’m not sure how long she’s been standing there, but based on the look on her face, I’d say she pretty much knows what’s going on.

Ty moves to walk around me, and I quickly grab his wrist. “Please Ty,” I whisper. Gently removing my hand, he reaches for Brit, entwining his fingers with hers. Without a glance back, they walk in the door.

Slumping down onto the picnic table, I close my eyes, praying that this was all a bad dream and I just have to wake up. Realistically, I know it’s not, but there is always that small window of time right after something horrible happens that you feel like if you hope and pray hard enough you can actually rewind time and undo the damage.

I grip my hair tightly at the scalp and watch as my tears cascade off of my face and hit the table below. I’m not sure how long I sit but eventually I get up and pace the alley behind the bar, trying to wrap my head around everything that just happened.

What on earth have I done?

He can’t seriously end our friendship.

He can’t really walk away.

There is way too much history for him to do that. Right?

A gravelly slurred voice interrupts my thoughts. “Harley? That you?” The hair on the back of my neck stands up and I squint through my tears, trying to see who the drunken voice belongs to. Relief washes over me at the familiar face. I try to respond, but a deep sob comes out instead. He moves to my side quickly. “You’re crying,” he says, putting a comforting hand to my back. “Please don’t cry.”

I normally wouldn’t get this close to someone who isn’t Tyson or Quinn, but right now I need the familiarity. I need the comfort that he offers, and in a desperate move, I wrap my arms around his middle, bury my face in his chest, and cry like I’ve never done before.

The stench of smoke deeply rooted in his shirt fills my nostrils and the stale odor of liquor makes me sick as he whispers calming words in my ear. I should be worried. I’ve heard that he’s gotten into some heavier drugs recently, but I know I’m safe.

We stand there for several minutes, neither of us saying a word. His body sways slightly to the left. I grip him tightly to steady his balance and raise my face to his. “Are you okay?”

His red-rimmed , glossy eyes lock onto mine, but he doesn’t respond. I watch his expression change. A shiver runs up my spine as goose bumps take over my body. “Are you okay?” I repeat, trying to keep the fear out of my voice. Loosening my grip, I attempt to step back, but his arms tighten around me.

“You always smelled so good,” he slurs, eyes roaming my face. His hand slides up my back and to my neck. He wraps his fingers around my hair and tugs, forcing my head to snap back. Leaning into me, he runs his nose up the side of my neck and my stomach churns. “I would have given you anything. But I wasn’t good enough for you, was I?” I don’t respond and he yanks my hair again, causing my back to arch. “Was I?” he seethes.

I’ve never been in a situation where I feel legitimately uncomfortable in the presence of another human being, but right here . . . in this second . . . I am terrified. Adrenalin courses through my body. My heart slams violently in my chest and my muscles tense as terror washes through me. I squeeze my eyes tightly shut. A sharp pain rips through my scalp. My face smacks the ground, and a metallic taste fills my mouth.

Please God. Please let me survive this.




Loved it! What a great heartwarming story. I loved how they reconnected after so many years even though they parted badly. They had such a history together and quite a few secrets to work through but they did it. Her son is a pistol and her friends are the greatest. What a great support system. this is the first book from this author that I’ve read and I definitely will be searching out more. This book made me cry, angry, smile, and the passion was awesome, pretty much everything I love in a good book.






About the Author

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K.L. Grayson resides in a small town outside of St. Louis, Missouri. She is entertained daily by her extraordinary husband who will forever inspire every good quality she writes in a man. Her entire life rests in the palm of six dirty little hands, and when the days is over and those six little hands have been washed and tucked into bed . . . and the stars align, you can find K.L. typing away furiously on her computer. K.L. has a love for alpha males, brownies, reading, tattoos, sunglasses, and happy endings . . . and not particularly in that order.


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The Gift by Ishabelle Torry



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Daniel was bound to love Sheryl’s out-of-the-box anniversary idea…wasn’t he?

It’s Sheryl and Daniel’s tenth anniversary, and Sheryl is compelled to get her beloved soul

mate the gift of all gifts. Discarding her normally self-reserved persona, she has a nude portrait

commissioned. He was bound to love it…wasn’t he?

My chest tightened, and I had to take slow, calming breaths to steady my quivering limbs

as I maintained eye contact. I had waited years for this moment; defeating modesty with a blatant

desire to shed the snow from its covered mountain peak. I prayed I wouldn’t pass out before the

overdue climax reached fruition.

His tongue darted out and he licked the corners of his mouth hungrily, squinting in

concentration. “One more touch,” he promised with a whisper. He then threw his head back and

bellowed. “Finished!”

I pulled the sheets over my nudity, suddenly embarrassed. My clammy palms smeared

the soft fabric with wet streaks as I wrung the material between shaky fingers. I waited for him

to speak—to say anything. With pursed lips, he occasionally produced a clicking sound as his

tongue bounced off of his front teeth.

I willed his words to come. But silence was the one thing I found to be the most charming

of his many qualities. Without words, he couldn’t criticize me…or my newest fetish. My

endeavor was safe with this almost mime.

He grunted loudly and twisted his body back and forth. A long stretch pulled him to his

tiptoes as his head fell back to blow kisses at the popcorn ceiling. He lowered his gaze slowly

and devoured my form from crown to toe, like a lion inspecting his prey. The deep blue of his

eyes hid his thoughts, just as the ocean concealed buried treasure.

Ishabelle Torry is a full time mother, wife and student. She enjoys time with her family,

and their plethora of pets on the farm. In her spare time, she is constantly dreaming of characters

and the worlds they are found in. Occasionally, Ishabelle has been known to argue with her

characters and bribe them with cookies when they have a wayward moment.

You can find Ishabelle on Facebook at

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It’s Always Been You by Victoria Paige


Capture“I’ll wait forever, sunshine. I loved you then. I love you now. I’ll always love you.”

Former Navy SEAL Travis Blake is a rising star in the security business. In two short years,

Blake Security Inc. has become highly sought after by the who’s who in Washington DC.

But unbeknownst to many, Travis is haunted by the mysterious death of his wife three years

before. He carries with him the guilt of not being there to protect the one person who meant

everything to him. He has buried his wife, but his heart refuses to accept that the body six feet

under is hers. His obsessive search for her leads him deep into the trenches of covert ops—and

everything is not what it seems.

Caitlin Kincaid has been on the run for a while. The sum of her memories began three years

ago when she awakened with a broken arm and leg and a severe concussion. Hunted down by

a secret group within the U.S. government, her companion persuades her to stay off the grid

because of the standing kill order on their heads. One night, while fleeing assassins, she is left

on the side of the road with a cryptic message: “It’s time for you to stop running. I’m not the one

you love.”

When Travis receives news that the woman who has turned up at the American Embassy in

Berlin could be his wife, he wastes no time getting to her. He is unprepared for the devastation

that shreds him when Caitlin looks at him with no recognition in her eyes. Amnesia is a

challenging enough obstacle for winning the love of his life back. But with lies defining the past

three years of her life, Caitlin becomes wary of anyone’s help.

Love was never the problem. A marriage cannot survive without trust. As sinister forces threaten

the bond they are trying to rebuild, trust must come quickly or one of them will die.


She kissed him back. She fucking kissed him back.

He broke the kiss and held her eyes. “That right there tells me

otherwise. We’ll find each other again. And, sunshine, you’re not

building a wall between us because I’ll take it down with a

sledgehammer. Fucking amnesia has nothing on us, Caitlin. What

we had before was once in a lifetime. You think having it, losing it,

and getting it back, I’m going to let it slip through my fingers again?

You married a SEAL. We’re tenacious, persistent, and we don’t

know how to fail. You think with the greatest battle in my life, and

that’s winning you back—I’m going to fuck up now? Not happening.

You were mine. You will be mine again.”

Book 2 – expected release 2015

Beatrice Porter swore she would never fall in love with a man like her father. For years she

watched her mother self-destruct in bitterness, married to someone who only lived for his job.

Gabriel Sullivan was such a man—a Navy SEAL, a man who puts duty and country above all

else. Yet falling in love with him was inevitable. She thought their relationship could work until

he’d left her one night with a broken heart and her pride in tatters.

Three years later, he’s back and he wants a second chance.

Having committed atrocities for the greater good, Gabe has nothing left but darkness inside him.

The only flicker of light is the memory of Beatrice—a woman embedded so deeply under his


Winning her back won’t be easy for she has erected walls that only the toughest of SEALs can

hope to scale.

When Beatrice finds herself at the center of a deadly game, Gabe discovers the eerie

similarities of the killer’s MO to a former assassin.

A link to a past, a truth that may cost him the woman he loves, distancing himself may be the

only option to save Beatrice, but he is done walking away.

Gabe just needs to convince her this time he is all in, and a future with her is the only

redemption worth having.

* Strong sexual content and language. Disturbing situations.


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Bonded By Blood Vampire Chronicles by Arial Burnz book blast


Title: Midnight Conquest (Bonded in Blood Vampire Chronicles Book #1)

Author: Arial Burnz

Genre: Paranormal Romance set in against a historic backdrop

Published: May 27, 2011

Publisher: Mystical Press


Masked in a Gypsy guise, Broderick MacDougal hides his vampiric identity

while seeking to destroy the man who slaughtered his family. When an old Clan

rival ensnares Broderick in a trap using an enticing widow, he is compelled to

discover if she is bait or an accomplice, and the cinnamon-haired beauty is his

next conquest.

Widow of an abusive husband, Davina Stewart-Russell clings to the only image

that gave her strength during those dark times—the Gypsy rogue who stole her

heart as a youth. After nine years, she is finally face-to-face with him again, but

reality clashes with fantasy as she is confronted with Broderick’s passionate


When Davina’s past comes back to haunt her, Broderick is forced to reveal a dark

secret worse than anything Davina thought possible. The challenge before them

has fatal risks and neither of them is prepared for the sacrifices expected for the

sake of eternal love.



Title: Midnight Captive (Bonded in Blood Vampire Chronicles Book #2)

Author: Arial Burnz

Genre: Paranormal Romance set in against a historic backdrop

Published: February 12, 2013

Publisher: Mystical Press


CAILIN MAC DOUGAL has lived a dangerous life being the adopted daughter of

vampire Broderick “Rick” MacDougal, so she had no choice but to learn to fight

in order to protect herself. However, such behavior is hardly desirable in a dutiful

wife who’s supposed to embroider and run a household. This aggressive side of

her behavior should be easy enough to hide from her betrothed…shouldn’t it?

After being away at fencing school for seven years, JAMES KNIGHTLY has

returned as a master swordsman, ready to captain his own ship and finally wed

his childhood sweetheart, Cailin MacDougal. What he finds waiting for him is

a dagger-toting hellion for a bride, an immortal father-in-law, and an enemy

bent on extracting revenge by threatening the family James holds most dear–the


BRODERICK MAC DOUGAL is lured away from his family with the promise

of–at last–learning a way to protect those he loves from his clan enemy, Angus

Campbell. Broderick knows he’s headed for a trap, but the bait is too tempting to

resist…and he unravels the beginning of a prophecy that will lead to redemption

for all vampires. The cost of such redemption, though, may be the very soul of the

woman he would die for…his wife, Davina.

Reader Advisory: This story contains some explicit love scenes, described using

graphic and direct language. This story also contains explicit, nail-biting scenes of

violence and sword fights.

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Title: Midnight Hunt (Bonded in Blood Vampire Chronicles Book #3)

Author: Arial Burnz

Genre: Paranormal Romance set in against a historic backdrop

Published: August 6, 2013

Publisher: Mystical Press


Germany – 1636

Driven by the desire to have the true love she’s experienced in her dreams,

MONIKA KONRAD uses her magical skills to weave a love spell during the

waxing of the moon. As if in response, a strangely familiar Vamsyrian enters her

village looking for wolfsbane. Could he be her soul mate delivered to her by the

Gods? Or is he the answer to her prayers to protect her and her grandmother

from the werewolf that killed her parents?

BRODERICK MAC DOUGAL is drawn to the powerful witch by a familiar force

and a vision from the prophetess says Monika is the next phase in the prophecy.

Rick makes the raven-haired wise woman his next pursuit to unravel this mystery

of why she reminds him so much of his late wife, Davina. However, there are

other supernatural forces surrounding her, exposing Rick to a darker side of this

deal he made for immortality…and this enchanting nymph may be his salvation.

Broderick’s quest for answers causes a chain of events that starts a witch hunt,

dooming both him and Monika to the fiery stake of judgment. And through these

trials, they learn the Church has a new ally who is hunting down the members of

the Army of Light.

Reader Advisory: This story contains some explicit love scenes, described using

graphic and direct language. This story also contains explicit, scenes of violence

and gore, so is not for the faint-of-heart.

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About the Author

Arial Burnz has been an avid reader of paranormal and fantasy for over thirty

years. With bedtime stories filled with unicorns, hobbits, dragons and elves, she

succumbed to crafting her own tales, penning to life the magical creatures roaming

her dreams. Having a romantic husband who’s taught her the meaning of true love,

she’s helpless to weave romance into her tales. Now she shares them with the world.

Arial Burnz lives in Southern California, with her husband (a.k.a. her romance novel

hero)—who is also, quite coincidentally, a descendant of Clan MacDougal.

Connect with the Arial

Website | Facebook Author Page | Twitter | Google+ Profile

Google+ Author Page | GoodReads | Pinterest


Facts about Broderick MacDougal NOT in the Novels

Immortality, at first, was almost unbearable condition for Broderick in his early years after

his transformation. There was a time he was testing his limits and didn’t care if he lived or

died in the process. One of the trials he put himself through was abstinence from human

blood, where he only fed from animals. The lack of intimacy with human life and memories

proved to be worse than living with the guilt of killing for blood. It was this trial that forced

Rick to bring The Hunger under control so he would not have to murder those from whom

he fed. Most Vamsyrians kill their prey. Broderick is one of a handful of his kind who do not

kill their victims, and he doesn’t know why…at least not yet.


Buy Links and Giveaway Links for the Books in Bonded for Blood Blast

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Seize Me From Darkness by Cari Silverwood with my review and a giveaway



Seize me From Darkness (Pierced Hearts #4)


by Cari Silverwood


This book is part of a dark erotic fiction series and may disturb some readers.

In this dirty, bloody world we live in, the answers to prayers aren’t always pretty


Retaken by human traffickers, Jazmine’s one hope is ex-cop, ex-mercenary, Pieter, a man with

a glower that stops lesser men in their tracks.

She prays he can save her.

But this savior is far from perfect and his flaws may prove as devastating to Jazmine as the

torture of her captors.

The fire of dominance never dies.

*can be read as a standalone novel






Author Bio

Cari Silverwood is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of BDSM stories and

dark erotic fiction.

She writes the way the world should be – dangerous and sexy with bullets piercing the

darkness and lovers wrenched close by ropes. When you need escape, when you need that

rough lover to bring you to your knees, here you will find stories to singe your fingers. The

taste of adventure, the tang of BDSM, the burn of fantasy run wild. Brace yourselves, if you

dare to read.

And…in this real world, she has a lovely family in Australia, with the prerequisite teenager

who dwells in the dark bedroom catacombs…a husband who raises eyebrows when he catches

glimpses of what she writes, and a menagerie of other animals barking, meowing, and

swimming about the place.




I liked this book. I enjoyed the story as far as the plot, I wasn’t crazy about how dark it was but it did make for a more dramatic story so I guess that’s a good thing. I felt bad for these two in the beginning I wanted to hurt Gregor, actually I never stopped wanting to hurt him, he was just a very mean character. I started to think that she was losing herself to Pieter and was no longer going to think for herself but I realized that’s what she wanted and needed. He’s a bit twisted for me but he’s what she needs and he really does care for her. If you can handle the darker side of the story then this is a story to read.

Previous books in the Pierced Heart series

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Saved by Her Dragon by Julia mills with my review and a giveaway

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Saved By Her Dragon (Dragon Guards #5)

By Julia Mills



There Are No Coincidences…
Devon’s heritage has given him a unique perspective into the world around him. His father was one of the fiercest Guardsmen in history and his mother is a very talented and highly respected Healer. At the age of his transformation he made the choice to follow in his father’s footsteps and become a Guardsman but in his heart he always carried the belief and wisdom of his mother’s clan. That knowledge and his complete trust in Destiny may be all that saves the One the Universe made for him.

The Universe Does Not Make Mistakes…
Orphaned as a child and raised by powerful Earth witches, Anya Sloane thought her life was pretty normal and relatively happy until the night she left the family farm and headed into town. Abducted and left for dead outside the hospital, she spent the better part of a month fighting her way out of a magically induced coma only to wake and find everything she’d ever knew was little more than smoke and mirrors.

Fate Will Not Be Denied…
Anya is the light of his soul and the only woman able to tame the beast within. Devon has the strength and knowledge she will need in the coming days. Together, they just may be the key to saving Dragon kin. All they have to do is defeat the traitor…but that means they have to find him first.

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Loved this book. I really like shifter books and dragon shifters are one of my favorites. This is the first book I’ve read from this author and I really wish I had read the first 4 first but, I will now that I’ve read this one. I really liked the idea of a dragon guard and all the alpha type males that it possesses. I liked the twist this book took as to what she turned out to be. I like the bit of mystery in this story surrounding the bad guy and what he is going through with all his hate for them. I liked that even though he was an alpha male she still stood up to him and made him trust her judgement even though he protested the thought.

Author Bio

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I am a sarcastic,sometimes foul-mouthed, not afraid to drink a beer, always southern woman with 2 of the most amazing teenage daughters, a menagerie of animals and a voracious appetite for reading who recently decided to write the stories running through her brain.

I read my first book, Dr Suess’ Cat in The Hat by myself at 4 and was hooked. I believe a good book along with shoes, makeup and purses will never let a girl down and that all heroes of all the books I have ever read or will ever write pale in comparison to my daddy!

I am a sucker for a happy ending and love some hot sweaty sex with a healthy dose of romance.I am still working on my story but believe it will contain all of the above with as much SPICE as I can work into it.







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