Talisman Of El

T.O.E. Trilogy, Book 1

Author: Al Stone

Genre: YA Fantasy

Publisher: Centrinian



One Planet.

Two Worlds.

Population: Human … 7 billion.

Others … unknown.

When 14-year-old Charlie Blake wakes up sweating and gasping for air in the middle of the night, he knows it is happening again. This time he witnesses a brutal murder. He’s afraid to tell anyone. No one would believe him … because it was a dream. Just like the one he had four years ago – the day before his dad died.

Charlie doesn’t know why this is happening. He would give anything to have an ordinary life. The problem: he doesn’t belong in the world he knows as home.

He belongs with the others.

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T.O.E. Trilogy, Book 2

What was shall no longer be. What was not shall now become.

Despite having the protection of the talisman and the Legion, a reforming force of warrior angels and elementals, guarding his every move, things are not looking good for Charlie Blake. Tasked with the responsibility of saving mankind, finding the four diamonds to restore the talisman is all he can think of, but when his prophetic visions start to invade his reality and he suddenly can’t distinguish the dream world from the real world, the pending extinction of mankind becomes the least of his problems. Everyone assumes Charlie’s dormant powers are activating, until he starts showing symptoms of a deadly disease.

With his nemesis, Gaddis, threatening the lives of his loved ones, he faces a race against time to locate the Stone of Raphael, the air diamond, before an imminent pandemic destroys civilization. As he ventures into dangerous lands once again, he unearths shocking revelations about his past life that forces him to question his allegiance. With no one to turn to for answers, he can’t help but wonder if his purpose is truly to save mankind.

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Ground Zero

T.O.E. Trilogy, Book 3

It happens every 26,000 years.

Only a few ever survive.

This time …

No one will.

That is unless Charlie Blake can locate all four diamonds to restore the Talisman of El and receive his calling from the remaining three elements before the Annus Magnus strikes. With both Arcadia and the mortal world in a state of unrest, his life quickly spirals out of control as it seems everyone has put a bounty on his head. Maybe even his closest allies.

Not knowing who to trust, Charlie starts to dig up the past. When new revelations arise, he begins to question whether the Legion of Light really is what it claims to be and whether he’s been fighting for the wrong side all along. The line between good and evil is no longer as clear-cut as it used to be, especially when it appears Charlie’s destiny could very well be to destroy everything he loves.

Hero or villain? Charlie isn’t so sure anymore.

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Al Stone is the author of the YA fantasy trilogy T.O.E. After graduating with a BA in Film & Television, Al had worked in the television industry for a brief period before a disabling injury caused her to turn her hand to storytelling. Talisman of El is her debut novel. The sequels Blackout and Ground Zero are currently available for sale.

When she isn’t writing, she enjoys going to the movies, listening to music and travelling. At present, she lives in England, United Kingdom with her family.

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Author: Cecy Robson
Genre: New Adult, Contemporary Romance
Release Date: October 7, 2014
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Evelyn Preston’s future once looked perfect—until her wealthy father was caught in an embezzlement scandal and took his own life. Alone and struggling to pay her college tuition and bills, Evelyn finds a job as a waitress at the ultra-hip nightclub Excess, where she used to have more in common with the privileged private-school clientele than her fellow staff members. But something attracts her to the sexy six-foot-four bouncer and underground MMA fighter Mateo Tres Santos. Although they’ve led different lives, their troubled pasts bonds them in both survival and love.

Mateo is ex-army who wound up in prison for assaulting the man who harmed his sister. Now he’s feeling the same protective impulse for this petite blond waitress. When Evelyn experiences a panic attack at the club, Mateo comes to her rescue. And when Mateo is wounded shielding her from a brawl, Evelyn returns the favor and comes to his aid.

As their attraction intensifies, Mateo is determined to find out what nightmares are lurking in Evelyn’s past—even if that means tackling his own to save her.


I Met my Agent in the Bathroom and other Facts About My Path to Publication

I’d like to say I’m joking, but I’m dead serious. I met my agent and now BFF, Nicole Resciniti, in the bathroom at a writer’s conference. No, it wasn’t on purpose, and no, I wasn’t creepy about it. Here’s what happened from the beginning with some facts thrown in along the way. On May 1, 2009, I decided to write a novel. I didn’t take a class, I didn’t sit through “How To” instruction videos on YouTube. I honestly wanted to write a novel simply to see if I could. I’m a registered nurse by trade. To this day, I consider the comma as my evil nemesis. That said, I gave it a shot.

My first book was the Weird Girls, an urban fantasy romance about four unique sisters who obtained their powers as a result of a backfired curse. I’d read close to forty UF and paranormal romance novels in the months prior so I thought I knew what I was doing. Um, yeah. Not quite.

My first draft . . . and possibly the next seventeen revisions that followed didn’t have a plot. Plots are important. Seriously, every fiction book should have one. But one of the things I discovered was that plots aside, I could tell a story. So I kept rewriting, especially when those poor suckers―I mean, my kind and patient friends― who I begged to beta read for me continued to tell me that I had “something.”

Eventually, I did take an online course on query preparation and worked on pitching my series. I also attended a writer’s conference for the sake of connecting with other writers and for the opportunity to interact with agents and editors. During this time period (approximately August 2009 until about April 2011), I aggressively began to query literary agents who represented my genre.

Twenty, no, I’m mean fifty―okay, okay, perhaps seventy-five rejection letters later, in addition to quite a few more novel rewrites, I thought I was ready to pitch my series again. My husband thought I was ready, too, and sent me to a New York writer’s conference to give the traditional publishing venue yet another chance.

I was horribly sick and needed to use the bathroom even before the conference started. While I was blowing my nose to the tune of “I’m a baby elephant and I’m trying to call my mother” the woman in the stall next to me asked, “Allergies?”

I was in no mood to be social, but she was being sweet so I answered, “No, I just have a bad cold.”

She stepped out to wash her hands at the same time as I did. She smiled, I smiled back and asked her what she wrote.

“Actually, I’m an agent,” she answered.

And yeah, that was Nicole, and yes, the rest is history. Nicole sold the first three books of my Weird Girls series to Penguin following our little meet and greet in the bathroom. About a year following the publication of the first novel, SEALED WITH CURSE, Nicole sold two series to Random House: the continuation of my Weird Girls urban fantasy series, and my brandy new Shattered Past contemporary romance series.

I’m preparing to release my seventeenth novel, CRAVE ME, in February and am still over the moon following my two RITA® nominations earlier this year. As thrilled as I am, sometimes I still find myself recovering from the shock and the speed in which everything happened. But that doesn’t mean I’m not forever grateful to Nicole, my husband, and all my friends who supported me on my path to publication.

Lastly, if you take anything from this rant, let it be this: keep going and keep trying―no matter what your goals are and how many rejections you receive along the way. Crazy things can happen, like meeting your future agent in the bathroom.

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I’ll admit. I have trouble focusing if there’s noise in the background―talking, singing, traffic―any kind, it doesn’t matter how soft. What can I say? My ADD will not be tamed.

While I require absolute silence when I write, there’s one thing I do need before I can commence my storytelling: music. It’s my ultimate go-to to jump start my creative process.

Music, as many of you are aware, is a powerful tool to trigger emotions and stir memories. So before I work out a scene, the first thing I do is search through my music list on my iPad and select songs to help me create the intended mood for that particular scene. The moment I’m done, I hit the play icon and engage in monotonous household chores like laundry.

From the first note to the last, my mind goes elsewhere, allowing me to envelop the intended emotion and work out the entire scene before my fingers strike the first key on my laptop. The music has to fit the tone of the scene and depending on its impact, can greatly affect the outcome. Thank the Killers for writing Somebody Told Me. That song rocks and has helped me create some of my darker and more action-packed fight scenes in my Weird Girls Urban Fantasy series. Once I connect with the mood the music invokes within me, the dialogue is easier to craft because I’m already “feeling” what my characters are feeling. I’m able to put their emotions: fear, excitement, sadness, etc. into words that fit their experience. Make sense? ☺

For my Shattered Past series, my selection of songs seemed to take a different turn specifically for the first novel, ONCE PERFECT in which the background is an ultra hip dance club. Behold, my ONCE PERFECT playlist which will give you an idea of the heat and heart behind some of the scenes:

In the Ayer―Flo Rida featuring

Just a Fool―Christina Aguilera & Blake Shelton

On the Floor―Jennifer Lopez featuring Pitbull

Wild Ones―Flo Rida featuring Sia

Wings―Little Mix

Echa Pa’lla (Manos Pa’rriba)―Pitbull


Chasing Cars―Snow Patrol

Robi-Rob’s Boriqua Anthem―El General & C&C Music Factory

My badass hero and underground mixed martial arts fighter, Mateo, is Cuban. Latin music was a must. Now that you know my secret behind scene writing, want to know if my playlist measures up? If so, check out ONCE PERFECT, and follow it up with ONCE LOVED, ONCE PURE, and the spin-off series the O’Brien Family novels: ONCE KISSED, LET ME, CRAVE ME, and FEEL ME.

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CECY (pronounced Sessy) ROBSON is the new adult and contemporary romance author of the Shattered Past series, the O’Brien Family novels and upcoming Carolina Beach novels, as well as the award-winning author of the Weird Girls urban fantasy romance series. A 2016 double nominated RITA® finalist for Once Pure and Once Kissed, Cecy is a recovering Jersey girl living in the South who enjoys carbs way too much, and exercise way too little. Gifted and cursed with an overactive imagination, you can typically find her on her laptop silencing the yappy characters in her head by telling their stories.

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I like carbs. There. I said it. I also like fried foods and most things with butter and salt.

I suffer from severe motion sickness: cars, planes, trains, boats―I don’t discriminate. And don’t get me anywhere near the dreaded merry-go-round.

Two of my favorite places are the Jersey Shore (specifically Point Pleasant) and the stretch of Interstate 78 West from New Jersey into Pennsylvania. I always make a wish as I cross the bridge over the Delaware River just for luck.

The summer before I started second grade, my parents took my brother and I on the ultimate road trip from New Jersey to El Salvador. No, this is not a joke. Yes, the event sucked. Have I mentioned I suffer from severe motion sickness?

I go out of my way to speak to managers when I’ve received good service.

I don’t like mean people. There’s no reason to be cruel or petty. Life’s too short.

I’m a registered nurse and once delivered a baby in a car.

I can open doors with my feet.

I named my son after my favorite X-Men.

I have an abnormal fear of bats and the Headless Horsemen and carry a crazy obsession for Thor.

Most of my relatives own machetes. I’m not sure why. How high is your grass? And surely a lawn mower is more effective.

I always wanted to do voice over for cartoons and can do a badass impression of Bobby Hill.

I love to write and entertain people. My hope is that I never run out of stories to tell.

That’s basically me in a nutshell―that, and I’m absurdly superstitious. For more information about me and my novels, please visit my website and follow me on social media.

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Greydon has two important missions: Find his brothers and rescue his people. His duty becomes complicated when he’s forced to beg a human to save his life.

Aimee Jarvis always considered her bookstore a detour to bigger things. Little did she realize her next stop would be the intriguing world of a demon prince. Yet, she finds the dangerous Greydon alluring.

While their attraction continues to burn, they both deny what their hearts already know. It will take the mystery of an ancient civilization and a shocking discovery for them to admit their desire.


Greydon and Fang checked the perimeter of the compound to be sure there was no trouble. Greydon didn’t trust Zolar, even if it was impossible for the god to enter. It would only be a matter of time before the god succeeded in finding a way in.

“So, how do you feel knowing that Aimee is part demon?” Fang asked.

Greydon shrugged. “How am I supposed to feel?”

The demon protector snorted. “You have the fucking hots for her. Why won’t you simply admit it?”

Greydon stopped outside the front door to the palace. “Just like you to speak what’s on your mind.”

“Will you deny it?” Fang raised a brow.

Greydon laughed. “No, I guess I’m not.”

“Well that’s good because her scent is all over you. So, what are you going to do about it, or have you already?”

“I don’t know.” He opened the door, crossed the threshold with Fang on his heels and immediately sensed Aimee’s restlessness. He was driven to find her. “Fang, I have something I need to do.”

“Of course you do.” The demon walked in the other direction, laughing to himself.

“I’m glad he finds this humorous,” Greydon mumbled under his breath as he followed both Aimee’s scent and the pull his tie had to her.

Seconds later, he found himself standing in the doorway of the expansive library, staring at her as she stood in front of the fire. The black yoga pants formed to every inch of her lean body and the pink tee allowed her midriff to peek out.

“You look far away.”

She jerked and spun to face him. “I didn’t hear you. I wasn’t tired so thought I’d come in here.”

He walked into the room and made himself comfortable on the couch in front of the fireplace. “Something bothering you?”

She rubbed her arms as if cold, but he knew better. She was anxious about something. He could smell it. “I’ve been thinking. I want to help you, but I’m not sure how. Maybe you can guide me in the right direction?”

He cocked his head and stared at her, then patted the seat next to him. “Come sit and we can discuss it.”

She plopped down beside him and stared straight into his eyes. “I want to get one thing straight. I know you think that your attraction to me is from the blood bond, and maybe it is. However, I’m attracted to you as well and I have no bond to blame. I liked the kiss, and well, I hope you’re not discouraged from doing it again.”

At a loss for words, he figured the best place to start was with her request to help. “Okay, let’s deal with one thing at a time. I think you might be a big help in deciphering our society. We’re taught when we are very small about this world and what happened here. However, there are many gaps. You studied ancient languages and have a love for old books.”

She nodded. “I think I know where you might be going with this. You want me to do some digging around here to see what I can learn?”

“Would you mind?” he asked, watching her eyes light up and a big smile spread across her lips. He realized he liked seeing her happy.

“Absolutely! I would be honored. I have to admit, it would also give me a chance to learn more about my supposed heritage.”

“I guess you probably have a lot of questions. I know I sure as hell do. In the morning, Fang and I plan to go back to the compound where you were held, and see if we can locate the others.”

Aimee stared off into the flames. “I’m sure by now they know I’m gone.” Her pleading gaze came back to meet his. “You have to save the other humans there too. God only knows what they’ve done to them.”

The need to provide comfort coursed through him so he brushed his thumb down her cheek, desiring the intimate contact. “I’ll do my best, but you have to understand. My people, and especially my brothers, come first. After that I will not hesitate to save who I can.”

“Of course I understand, and I wouldn’t expect any less.” She leaned into his palm and desire darkened her hazel eyes.

He couldn’t stand it anymore, so he leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. He wanted more, and even though she’d admitted being attracted to him, he still held back. However, it took him by surprise when she placed her palms on his chest and pushed him back into the couch. Her lips never broke contact with his and when he could go no further, she wrapped her arms around his neck. Her tongue pressed and he opened, allowing her to sweep in and taste him. She positioned herself between his spread legs and the next thing he knew, she was grinding against his swollen erection.

She laced her fingers in his hair as her tongue continued to plunder his mouth. Never before had he given control to a woman. He wondered why, since he was loving every second of it.

He slid his hands down her back and cupped her ass, digging his fingers into the firm flesh. She moaned into their kiss and pressed harder against him. Heat radiated between her thighs and caused his shaft to ache. He needed both his cock and his fangs buried deep inside her, but damn he had to stop this and quickly.

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Award winning and bestselling author, Valerie Twombly grew up watching Dark Shadows over her mother’s shoulder, and from there her love of the fanged creatures blossomed. Today, Valerie has decided to take her darker, sensual side and put it to paper.

When she is not busy creating a world full of steamy, hot men and strong, seductive women, she juggles her time between a full-time job, hubby, and her German Shepherd dog, in Northern IL. Valerie is a member of Romance Writers of America and Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal Romance Writers. She is also the founder of Sexy Scribblers, a group of romance writers who bring readers new and fresh stories every month.

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The Luminara Series

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Genre: Contemporary Romance Suspense

Release Date: April 2014

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#1 in The Luminara Series.

An emotional heart-wrenching story of lust, love and light.

File U for upside down. Lexi Robertson’s carefully constructed life is about to be turned upside down.

Recently hired as Club di Energia’s physiotherapist, the stunning yet insecure twenty-six year old finally thinks she has a handle on her physically and mentally damaging past. The only way Lexi can cope is by compartmentalizing her feelings with a unique, internal filing system. To maintain order, Lexi has a firm set of boundaries in place, and she never lets anyone too close.

File N for not happening. Lexi has no intention of giving in to the charming Lucca Caruso when he comes into her clinic for an emergency physiotherapy session. Despite his painstakingly handsome face and Italian that renders her speechless, Lexi is able to resist.

A Tuscany vacation with her best friend is just what Lexi needs to stop worrying about life and start enjoying it. A cooking course at a villa near the Chianti hills, just outside of Florence, will take her mind off a certain set of mesmerising azure blue eyes.

File F for fate. Lexi never expected to see the Italian god again, but they’re staying at the same villa.

For someone that purposely refuses to feel, Lexi finds herself on a journey of self-discovery, helplessly folding, melting, and crumbling under the temptation of her heart’s desire.

An emotional, erotic, heart-wrenching story of lust, love, and light.

Lexi struggles to confide in Lucca, slowly learning how to love and trust. Lucca is a gentle, patient lover with a heart of gold, but his need for Lexi is insatiable. He’s the man we all want and can’t get enough of.

Through the passion of lust and the sweetness of love, Lexi spreads her wings towards the light … until her past comes back to haunt her.

A hot and sexy story of survival, acceptance, learning to trust, and believing. One woman’s destiny to find her light, and the one man who can take here there.

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“I think you’re underestimating yourself, Lexi. You’ve let me seduce you, you’ve had sex outside in the open sun…that’s pretty adventurous. And as for kind and loving, I don’t think I’ve met anyone as kind and loving as you. They are special qualities to have, Lexi, not to mention you are beautiful and desirable and, if your lovemaking and sexual prowess is anything to go by, then I’d say you are pretty skilled and god damn talented.”


“When I saw your eyes filled with dread and fear, my heart nearly stopped. I thought I’d lost you. I need you, and I love you. I love you, dolcezza.” He claims my mouth with profound longing, and as soon as our lips meet, the chemistry and energy ignites a burning desire deep in my soul and heart. My body submits to him with his sensitive words. Another tidal wave of water floods from my eyes, cascading down my cheeks. He has me.

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SONY DSCSJ Molloy, British Author of ‘The Luminara Series’ was born in Edinburgh, Scotland. As a young child, her family moved and raised her in Lanarkshire, Scotland where she currently resides with her husband, two daughters and her energetic, hyperactive loving gun dog who is utterly spoiled.

When she is not writing or reading, spending time with family and friends or exercising and walking her dog, SJ loves all things practical and creative. Dancing, music, cooking, travelling, good food and wine and painting are her favourite past times along with laughter, lots and lots of laughter.


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When We Touch

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You’re invited to a wedding in Whiskey Creek, Heart of the Gold Country

Unfortunately, it’s the wrong wedding. Olivia Arnold is arranging the festivities—and it’s the hardest thing she’s ever done. Because she should be marrying Kyle Houseman. They were together for more than a year…. But her jealous sister, Noelle, stole him away—and now she’s pregnant.

All their friends in Whiskey Creek know as well as Olivia does that Kyle’s making a mistake. His stepbrother, Brandon, knows it, too. But Kyle’s determined to go through with it, for his child’s sake.

Olivia’s devastated, but surprisingly Brandon—the black sheep of the family—is there to provide comfort and consolation. The intensity between them, both physical and emotional, shows Olivia that maybe Kyle wasn’t the right man for her…

But is Brandon?


Damn. She’d gone too far. She’d merely wanted him to respect her as someone equally capable of making that choice. Instead he’d called her bluff. Suddenly feeling the need to backpedal, she searched for a good excuse. “I would, but…you’re not the right kind of guy for my first hook-up.”

“Are you kidding?” he said. “I’m the perfect guy. And I’m volunteering.”

“That’s kind of you, but…it wouldn’t be…smart.”

“Define smart.”

“We wouldn’t gel. We’re not…compatible.”


She swallowed hard. He knew he appealed to women, knew she was no exception. What would he accept that would allow her to save face? “I’d be a boring partner for a thrill-seeker like you.”

“That’s like saying you have to wash your hair,” he said flatly. “If you’re stepping up your game, you’re really going to have to do better.”

“It’s not as lame as you’re making it sound.”

“It’s worse. Face it. You’re all talk.”

“No, I’m not,” she said. “Think of the women you’ve been with. The variety. The experience. I’d be…meat and potatoes when you’re used to caviar.”


It wasn’t hot outside. As a matter of fact, it was a bit chilly. Yet she was sweating. “Yes?”

“Why don’t you let me decide what turns me on?”

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New York Times & USA Today Bestselling Author Brenda Novak is the author of more than fifty books. A four-time Rita nominee, she has won many awards, including the National Reader’s Choice, the Bookseller’s Best, the Book Buyer’s Best, the Daphne, and the Holt Medallion. She also runs Brenda Novak for the Cure, a charity to raise money for diabetes research (her youngest son has this disease). To date, she’s raised $2.5 million. For more about Brenda, please visit

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High powered divorce lawyer, Victoria Larkin, is known as the ice queen. Tough. Emotionless. What they don’t know, is that ten years ago, she lost everything. Including her hope for the future.


Chase Monroe struggles with his own demons. Devastated by guilt and on a mission to correct his past, he uses his skills as a college psychology professor to help others move beyond their grief.


When Victoria is forced to attend grief counselling, she meets Chase, and there is an instant attraction. Chase is determined to help her confront her past and find happiness. Victoria is afraid to relive her pain.


Just as they begin to step forward, tragedy strikes and throws them backwards, and they find themselves, once again, shackled to the past.


Can Chase and Victoria find the path to a happy future together? Or will they forever be wishing for yesterday?


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Chapter One


           “Now,” I narrow my eyes and pin several of my smart-ass students with a firm stare, “Don’t think by choosing ‘Power and Dominance’ as your topic that I’m going to accept a bunch of BDSM papers.  If you took anything out of this class, you’ll understand that it is much more than floggers and calling someone Daddy.”  An eruption of laughter roars in front of me.  “Anyone that chooses that topic will be graded harder than say one that nobody ever chooses, like ‘Cognitive Biases of Decision Making’ or ‘Parental Investment.’”

           The chuckles die down and several of them groan, clearly they were all headed to Tumblr to begin their research right after class.

           I smirk at their disappointment and continue.  “You have two weeks to complete this assignment as per what the grading rubric specifies.  Wednesday and Friday of this week, we’ll use our class time in the Media Center to begin our research.  All papers are due the week before finals and is twenty percent of your overall grade as you’ll see if you refer back to your syllabus.  Anyone have any questions?”

           Mack, the class idiot, raises his hand.  “Two weeks isn’t very long to do a twenty-five-page research paper, Dr. Monroe.  Especially when finals are around the corner.”

           Several other students groan in agreement.

           I frown and scrunch my eyebrows together as if to contemplate his complaint.  “You know, Mack, you have a point.  Forget the assignment.”

           When they all cheer, I laugh.  “Kidding.  Do the assignment.  Don’t be lazy.  Most of you are U of C seniors and plan on taking internships at psychiatric wards and private practices this summer.  Do you think they want lazy asses?”

           Some of the class chuckles at my cursing while some are grumbling at my not-so-funny joke.

           “I’m here to make it tough,” I regard Mack with a serious look and push my black-rimmed glasses up my nose, “Because those patients out there are going to be one helluva lot tougher than I am.  Suck it up and do the assignment.  See you guys Wednesday and don’t forget to have your topic posted on Blackboard before next class.”

           This class groans and shuffles as they gather their things.  Cort, my teaching assistant, strolls down the steps and drops his bag on my table.  He’s been my assistant for two years now, but I’ll lose him in a few weeks once he graduates.  Then it’ll be a nightmare selecting another to take his place.  The guy’s familiar with the way I like to grade and keeps me organized.  It sucks that I’ll have to start all over in the fall.

           “You even had me going and I know never to believe your goofy ass,” he gripes and rolls his eyes at me as he leans against the table.

           I chuckle as I gather my notes and tuck them into my thick, leather folder.  “It’s twenty-five pages.  They’ll get over it—so will you.”

           “I, for one, could have used two weeks of extra study time,” he pouts.

           Shoving the folder into my messenger bag, I raise an amused brow at him.  “Really, Cort? You typed up the rubric and input my notes into Blackboard.  Did you really think I’d waste all that work done and that you’d get off that easy?”

           He runs a frustrated hand through his overgrown blond hair and frowns.  “Wishful thinking I guess.  I’m stressed and have a lot going on right now with my classes—all of which they are unloading a crap-ton of assignments at the last minute.  But I should have known better with your hard ass.”

           I stand and walk over to him, and then slap him on the shoulder.  “Come on.  I’ll take you to dinner, you big baby.  I’ll tally the topics as they come in today and tomorrow and then add them to the spreadsheet.  You can,” I throw up air quotes and mimic him in a whiny voice, “study.”

           He swats me away as he laughs and shoulders his bag.  “You’re a prick, Chase.  No wonder you can’t keep a girlfriend.”

           I flip him off and grab up my messenger bag.  “I think you deserve an ‘F’ for that smart-ass comment.  Besides,” I tease with a wag of my eyebrows, “They couldn’t hand the Chase.”

           He shoves open the classroom door and I follow out after him.  “Most women,” he mutters as if he’s the professor and I the student, “prefer to catch the one they’re chasing.  You never settle with any of them.”

           I scratch the dark scruff along my jawline as I ponder his words.  “I stayed with Savannah for a while.”

           He scoffs from beside me.  “A while?  Chase, you dated her for three weeks.  The girl had practically planned your wedding and named all your future kids.  And when you got bored of her and broke it off, who do you think she pestered for weeks afterward.”

           Cort may be my teaching assistant and eight years my junior, but we’ve become pretty good friends.  Unfortunately for him, he’s been privy to several hairy breakups.  Including Savvy.

           “She didn’t pester you,” I laugh and hold open the door that leads outside and to the parking lot.

           This time he bellows.  “Fucking asshole! She stalked me on Facebook and sent me like fifty-seven messages asking me to ‘talk’ to you.  I finally had to block her ass.  So yes, she pestered the hell out of me.”

           My thoughts turn to Savvy.  Sweet, petite, pixie of a woman, Savvy.  Her bobbed brunette hair and dimples drew me in.  Her neediness and pressure to define our relationship was what drove me away.  The woman was great in the sack.  It was after we crawled out of bed that things became a problem.

           “Maybe I should call her up.  Invite her to dinner with us,” I poke at him to see if he’ll bite.

           “Do it and I’ll torch your baby,” he threatens, taking my bait.

           As we stride through the parking lot, I search for my baby.  She’s all curves and gloss.  My baby doesn’t whine or complain when I leave the toilet seat up or ask me to call her my girlfriend.  In fact, she purrs when I get her all revved up.

           “Do it and I’ll torch you.”

           He bursts into hysterics as we approach my midnight black with charcoal racing stripes Dodge Challenger.  I bought her new in December—a little present to myself.  Her payment is more than my rent, but she’s worth it.

           “You know,” he muses as we toss our bags into the back and climb in, “Maybe I should become a college professor instead.  Dr. Murdock drives a six-year-old Toyota Camry with hubcaps and wears stained button downs.  You, on the other hand, look like you fell out of a magazine with your model hair and drive a badass car.  I wonder if I could convince Mom to skip on my interning with him and change things up a bit.  Chicago needs better professors. Who better than fresh from the class of 2015?”

           I shake my head ruefully at him and push my key into the ignition.  After I turn her over and rev the engine, I glance over at him before putting it in gear.  “Considering Dr. Murdock is the partnering psychiatrist at your Mom’s private practice, I don’t think that’d be a good idea.  Besides, I like when she invites me to dinner a couple of times a month.  She’d kick my ass if I influenced you to switch careers and my home cooked meals would dry up.”

           Rolling out of the spot, I lean back against the cherry red leather bucket seat and cruise out of the parking lot.  I hang a left onto 59th and head toward our favorite Irish pub, O’Malley’s that sells the best Galway oysters and draft beer.

           “Unfortunately, I don’t think my mom would ever cut you off.  She says I need a good, male role model in my life,” he growls out the last part with a bitter bite.

           I clear my throat and change the subject.  Cort has the corner on deadbeat dads.  But, he doesn’t like talking about it, and I don’t push.  “How’s Blair?”

           Glancing over at him, I’m rewarded with a toothy grin.  “God, man, she’s amazing.  I’m going to marry that girl one day.”

           “Did she finally start giving head?” I laugh.

           His cheeks redden, but he nods.  Lucky prick.  “Like a champ,” he says with a whistle, “But that’s not why.  She’s great and I love her.”


           Such an unfamiliar word in my head.

           No matter how many times I lecture on the topic of love and mating from a psychological perspective, I have a hard time grasping it in my own head.  Aside from mom, I don’t love anyone.  And several girls I dated came close but it was never more than a lovely infatuation.  Never love.  Never the all-encompassing, do anything for the other, blinding type of love.

           I wonder if I’m even capable.

           I wonder if I even deserve it.

           “Blair’s a good apple,” I agree, driving out depressing, self-loathing thoughts as I pull into O’Malley’s parking lot.  “She’s good for you.”

           We climb out and make our way inside the smoky pub.  Claudia owns the place and squeals when she sees me walk inside.  The fifty-something woman with her horrible blond dye job painted on her shoulder length hair bounces over to me, suffocating me with not only her hug but her god awful perfume she no doubt hoarded from the eighties.

           “Missed you, handsome,” she gushes and finally releases me.  Her brown eyes have been dulled from years of drowning her sadness in alcohol.  Tiny wrinkles around her heavily rouge painted lips though indicate she’s spent the past few years finding happiness again.

           I chuckle and flash her a flirtatious grin.  “You saw me Saturday, gorgeous.  It’s not like I don’t come in here at least once between weekends.”

           Her cheeks redden and she waves us over to a booth near a window.  “You’re too young to be flirting with an old lady like me.  Sit your cute butts down over there and I’ll bring you a couple of tall boys.  I’ll have Baxter throw in a batch of fried pickles too.”

           Cort rolls his eyes at me as we slide into the booth.  He’s used to my effect on every woman I encounter.  Claudia’s different than most women, though.  She’s a true friend and we understand the pain we each force below our surface, hidden by jokes and smiles.

           “Maybe you should hook up with her,” he jests after she scurries off, “That is unless you’ve already hit that.  You dirty bastard.”

           “She’s my friend, asshole.  We’re in the same group that meets each Saturday.”  As soon as I blurt out the last bit, I clamp my mouth shut, grinding my teeth into dust and wish I could erase my words.

           He quirks a blond brow in question, the clever guy not missing a beat.  “You ever going to tell me about this group?  What is it? A singles group?  It can’t be AA because you drink more than me and I’m the college, kid.”

           Guilt surges through me at not ever having told Cort about what my group is.  He’s never asked so blatantly before and I’m unsure how to respond.  My group is very near and dear to me.  Each person in there is closer to me than my own mother.  Our pasts are all brittle and broken.  It seems traitorous to share what we are about with someone who could never understand.

           “It’s a support, group.  And Claud’s a great lady but she’s not interested in ever remarrying,” I clip out and cut my eyes over to her.  She’s slicing an orange to garnish our beers with and she’s lost in thought.  When no one’s looking, she drops her playful demeanor.  Loss and heartache plague her features.  But the moment she lifts her chin and her eyes meet mine, she forces a grin.  I smile back.  “Anyway, what’re you doing your topic on?”

           Cort narrows his eyes at me but respects my blatant subject change.  “Personality and Psychopathology.  Thought I might figure out ole’ Daddy,” he grits out.

           His parents divorced when he was a senior in high school when his mother found her best friend in bed with her husband. It was a bitter, nasty divorce that pulled both him and his younger sister into it.

           “Psychopathology isn’t the same as psychopathy, man.  Hate to burst your bubble there.  You’re dad’s just a cheating asshole.  That’s my professional opinion,” I tell him with a shrug.

           He laughs and soon we’re past tense subjects while we devour fried pickles and beer that Claudia’s long since brought to us.


           My laptop sits on the coffee table in front of me open to Blackboard.  Most of my students have already inputted their topics, a few brave souls—Mack included—challenging me by taking on ‘Power and Dominance.’  But my gaze isn’t on my computer but instead on the wall in front of me—a wall I’ve painted countless times.  Clamping my eyes shut, I attempt to conjure up the exact shade I remember.  Everything is sketchy in my memory bank and no matter how hard I try, I can’t get it right.

           One thing’s for sure, though.

           It’s the wrong goddamned shade.

           With a huff, I rise to my feet and stalk over to the bookshelf in the corner.  On the top shelf sits a color palette booklet.  Snatching it up, I thumb through the colors of the rainbow until I find the one color that always alludes me yet is perfectly imprinted in my brain.

           I count through the X’s over each wrong color.


           The seventeenth shade gets a big fucking X too.

           Since I only instruct Monday, Wednesday, and Friday of each week, Tuesday’s and Thursday’s are my play days. Tomorrow, it would seem, I’ll be playing in the paint section of the hardware store.

           I carry over the palette to the bar and drop it beside my wallet.  Tomorrow I’ll attempt, once again, to find that color.

           The color that haunts my dreams.

           The color that should bring joy but instead drags out depression from the depths of my soul.

           A color that will always be perfect in my head but no matter how hard I fucking try, I’ll never bring it to life on my living room wall.

           “Life’s not fair,” I mimic Mom’s words.

           I cringe at her harsh words that were meant to mend my heart and push me back into reality.  Back then, despite her unyielding personality, she was there for me.  But, she eventually lost the bite of her hardened heart that my selfish father created, the moment Alzheimer’s started playing tricks on her.  Little by little it stole my strict mother away and in return gave me this confused, lost woman.  The only person I ever truly loved came to a point where she couldn’t remember if she loved me back or not.  Now, I’m all on my own, facing reality, without my mother’s guiding hand and advice.

My head throbs in unison with my broken heart and I run my fingers through my hair.  Gripping at it, I slam my eyes shut.

           Discombobulated shards of my brutal past stab and slice through my head.  I force my eyes back open and with it, the sadness that ever attaches itself to my psyche withdraws into the shadows of my mind.

           Tomorrow, I’ll visit her.

           Tuesday’s they have fresh daffodils at Schrage’s Florist and just like I do each week, I’ll bring them to her.

           She doesn’t have to tell me she likes them because I know.

           Pain once again slices through my chest and I stumble into the kitchen, on a desperate mission to dull it.  Yanking open the cabinet door above the stove, I grab the amber colored whiskey bottle and unscrew the cap.  I bring it to my lips and take a long swig, enjoying the burn as it races down my throat.

           It burns in my chest and chases away the hurt.

           But for how long?

           Another pull of the whiskey.

           Life’s not fucking fair.

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Elle Christensen

I’m a lover of all things books, a hopeless romantic, and have always had a passion for writing. Between being a sappy romantic, my love of an HEA, my crazy imagination, and ok, let’s be real, my dirty mind, I fell easily into writing romance.

I’m a huge baseball fan and yet, a complete girly, girl. I’m an obsessive reader and have a slight (hahaha! Slight? Yeah, right) addiction to signed books.

I’m married to my very own book boyfriend, an alpha male with a sexy, sweet side. He is the best inspiration, my biggest supporter and the love of my life. He is also incredibly patient and understanding about the fact that he has to fight the voices in my head for my attention.

I hope you enjoy reading my books as much as I enjoyed writing them!

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K Webster is the author of dozens of romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.


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Moment of Weakness
Author: Katie Fox

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Genre: New Adult Romance- Contemporary
Release Date: June 15th 2015
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Twenty-year-old Julia Parker has the ideal life. She comes from a wealthy family, has the perfect boyfriend, and plans to spend the summer in Europe. However, nothing is ever what it seems. It has been thirteen years since her mother’s unexpected death, and the pain she still feels is something she keeps hidden beneath the surface.

But for the second time in her life, everything’s about to change.

After discovering her boyfriend having an affair with her roommate, she’s forced to spend the summer at home. Only she won’t be alone. Recent events have caused an increase in security, and her personal detail is nothing like she expected.

At twenty-five, Roman Hayes is one of the youngest in his field. His only focus is his assignment. But when a moment of weakness between him and Julia leads to several more, they are both left to question what is happening between them. Julia soon discovers Roman may just hold the answers to the very questions she’s spent her entire life asking. But when all is revealed, will she be able to handle the truth? More importantly, can she find it in her heart to still love the one person she thought she knew?

***This novel contains adult/mature young adult situations. It is only suitable for ages 18+ due to language, violence, and sexual situations






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Katie Fox was born in Florida and raised in Pennsylvania, where she still resides with her husband and son. A hopeless romantic, she is a sucker for a good love story. Since a very young age, writing has been her passion. When she isn’t found with her nose buried in a book, she’s usually in her writing cave, giving life to the voices in her head. Moment of Weakness is her debut novel.

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Love Garage
Author: Liz Crowe

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Genre: Romance
Release Date: January 5, 2015
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Antony Love is the quintessential responsible oldest brother of a boisterous, Italian/Irish family, placed in charge at a young age by his parents who are busy running the family business. He manages his siblings with a fair but iron hand, until his life is shattered by personal tragedy leaving him the shell of the man he once was.

When outspoken matriarch Lindsay Halloran Love becomes ill, the youngest brother Aiden shows up at Antony’s garage, having dropped out of school (again), needing work and a place to crash. Antony provides both, with three caveats: “Don’t smoke in my truck, don’t be late for work, and don’t mess with my girlfriend.”

But Aiden Love, budding novelist, gets one glimpse of Rosalee Norris, young widow of Antony’s lifelong best friend and all bets are off.

Set in horse country near Lexington, Kentucky, The Love Brothers Series is a saga of family devotion that runs as wide and deep as the Ohio River–except on Sundays when brothers Antony, Kieran, Dominic and Aiden work out their frustrations on the basketball court, Love brother style.

The Love Brothers: A family saga with humor, heat and heart—not to mention beer, bourbon and basketball.


Love Garage opened bright and early the next morning, a Saturday, a day Aiden had hoped to spend recovering.

“I get so many oil changes and random small jobs on Saturdays, it doesn’t make sense to be closed and let the jackasses with the Quickilube at Walmart get the business,” Antony insisted when Aiden groaned with dismay upon being awakened after two hours of drunken sleep. It didn’t help that the awakening occurred at the business end of a thrown pillow. “Get up, Romeo. You owe me rent money.”

He did, slowly, queasily hitting a shower, sore all over, his skin mottled from bug bites. But nothing topped the glorious agony of a bourbon hangover like the one that had him firmly in its evil grasp.

He slouched out the door, cursing Antony, cursing Tricia, cursing her ex-husband for throwing her in his path last night. But mostly cursing his own weak-ass uselessness. He rested his head against the cool comfort of the truck window until Antony hit a bump or two, which sent extra pain jolting down his spine.

“Sorry,” his brother muttered, glancing over at him.

“No, you’re not.”

“Got me there. And you’d better warn me if you’re about to toss your cookies. I won’t have that in my vehicle, got me?”

Aiden rubbed his neck and nodded, swallowing the urge to throw up all over the pristine interior on principal. “Why d’you hate me so much? You used to like me.” He stared over at his brother, heart thumping, ears humming, throat closing up with nausea. He despised waking up still drunk.

“I don’t hate you.” Antony turned onto the main road headed into town.

“Could’ve fooled me. You’re a real asshole anymore. Worse than Dom.”

Antony merely shrugged, not rising to that tried-and-true bait. So they spent the rest of the ride to the garage in silence. Once there, Antony sat gripping the wheel. Aiden waited, hoping he’d get something out of him—something he would assure him that the man he thought he remembered as the protective, funny, and loving guy he’d grown up with still existed inside the guy walking around wearing Antony’s skin.

Finally, he let go of the wheel, exhaled, and squared his shoulders as if prepping for battle. Aiden made a mental note to talk to Kieran about how badly Antony had descended into his life of non-stop mourning and jerk-hood.

“So, Rosalee, not putting out for you or what? You need to get laid maybe? Knock the edge off?”

The glare Aiden got for saying those particular words did make him worry Antony might punch his aching head through the passenger-side window.

He clenched his jaw in the way Aiden remembered from their childhood. “That is so far outside the realm of your business as to be in another galaxy. Get to work and don’t say her name to me again.”

And with that, Aiden was left with the fleeting thought that mentioning Rosalee directly was probably not a good idea. He surely didn’t need Antony to guess that her name was on his lips, or front and center of his mind.

He shook his head—a Bad Plan because it summoned the pounding agony back with a vengeance. Groaning, he climbed out and shuffled over to the door.

A new day began at Love Garage.

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Amazon best-selling author, mom of three, Realtor, beer blogger, brewery marketing expert, and soccer fan, Liz Crowe is a Kentucky native and graduate of the University of Louisville currently living in Ann Arbor. She has decades of experience in sales and fund raising, plus an eight-year stint as a three-continent, ex-pat trailing spouse.

Her early forays into the publishing world led to a groundbreaking fiction subgenre, “Romance for Real Life,” which has gained thousands of fans and followers interested less in the “HEA” and more in the “WHA” (“What Happens After?”). More recently she is garnering even more fans across genres with her latest novels, which are more character-driven fiction, while remaining very much “real life.”

With stories set in the not-so-common worlds of breweries, on the soccer pitch, in successful real estate offices and at times in exotic locales like Istanbul, Turkey, her books are unique and told with a fresh voice. The Liz Crowe backlist has something for any reader seeking complex storylines with humor and complete casts of characters that will delight, frustrate and linger in the imagination long after the book is finished.

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No Going Back:

Kellen Brand’s inheritance turns out to be a whopper — one dilapidated farm in West Virginia and one guardian angel! Since Kellen is convinced no sane woman would choose to live in Riverside, she vows to sell her farm and quick.

Her handsome and reclusive neighbor Luke Kenyon must block the farm sale or risk exposure of his family’s secrets. While Kellen has located one potential buyer, she faces a town full of objectors. Someone is trying to frighten her off, and Luke is forced to step in and rescue her more than once.

Unfortunately, Kellen can’t seem to stay out of trouble. She stumbles onto a clandestine hazardous-waste-dumping operation next to her farm, and she prays Luke has one more rescue up his sleeve. It’s her only hope of staying alive.

Unless her mother really did leave her a guardian angel…

Angel to the Rescue:

Child psychologist Rachel Kelly isn’t quite sure how to handle the situation with her newest client — a six-year-old boy who says he can talk to angels and one is coming to help Rachel. She already has her hands full of trouble this Christmas season, and things quickly take a turn for the worse when a stalker crashes Rachel’s Christmas party and takes her young clients hostage.

Police negotiator, Lt. Jake Dillon, walked away from his fiancée Rachel when she suddenly balked at having kids. His kids. Yet when the hostage crisis erupts, Rachel calls Jake first. Now he has a choice to make — stand back and wait for the cavalry to save Rachel or step in and try to save her himself. Time is running out, and Jake may be their only chance for rescue.

Unless Rachel’s little angel-spying client is telling the truth…


No Going Back (Kellen falls in the River):

The frigid water closed in over Kellen, and she lashed out with both arms to force her head above the surface for a desperate breath. Her hiking boots would sign her death warrant; they already felt like concrete blocks. She had only minutes, maybe seconds, to keep herself afloat. She thrashed again, and this time her face barely cleared the water’s surface. She was ready and screamed with all her might.

The icy water filled her eyes, but she couldn’t devote the split second needed to wipe them, so intent was she on keeping her mouth above the water long enough for a precious lungful of air. She scissored her legs to help her dwindling buoyancy, but the physical act was so difficult with the boots on, her muscles screamed with the effort.

How many more times can I get a breath? Two maybe three?

All her muscles strained in revolt as she scissored her legs again. She plummeted after each thrust, and her best effort barely pushed her mouth and nose above the surface. She didn’t scream again; there was no one around to hear, and she couldn’t spare the strength. Less than a minute had passed since she’d hit the water.

Down she pushed her arms, but the heavy flannel shirt fought back. She opened her eyes and could see the surface, yet at the peak of her thrust, her lips were still in the water. She tried to scissor her legs, but she had nothing left. She feared she would sink and flailed both arms upward.

Death hovered at her shoulder, near as the blackest of shadows beneath the dock, tangible enough that she could reach out and touch it. She pulled her head back and saw a blurred shadow moving overhead. Hope buoyed her escape from the frigid arms of the river pulling her down, and she forced her way to the surface.

A huge hand plunged into the icy water and grabbed her right arm, and she felt her body pulled toward the surface. The second her mouth was exposed to the air, she gasped for a breath. A cough wracked her frame and threatened the tenuous hold of the mighty hand on her arm. She sunk back down, her eyes filled with water, and her vision blurred. She felt as though she weighed a ton, with the soaked clothing and boots, and grew terrified the hand couldn’t hold on. Yet she was pulled higher until another hand grabbed the back of her shirt, and her body was yanked up and sideways onto the deck. The mighty hands released her, and she clutched at the wooden planks to be sure she was far enough from the precipice to the icy water. She heaved two successive gasps, and a hard sob wracked her frame.

Two strong arms tugged her upright. She blinked rapidly to clear her blurred vision and saw Luke’s face, his dark eyes wide. Nothing had ever looked so good to her in all her life. With another hard sob, she threw herself into his arms and broke into tears. The brush with death shattered all her resolve and kindled emotions buried in the deepest recesses of her heart.

He pulled her roughly to him and held her tight to his chest, mumbling soothing words into her ear. His warmth seeped into her, and she clung to him like her lifeline — digging her fingers into his back, unwilling to let go, and unable to stop crying.

“I almost d-drowned,” she stuttered, her face still buried against his chest.

“Good Lord, I know,” he rumbled and squeezed her tight to him again.

“If you had been a minute later,” she wheezed and tried to look up at him.

“Don’t even think that!” he snapped.

She flinched and pulled back. His gaze looked hard and unyielding.

“Just be glad I got here in time,” he whispered, and his eyes grew darker. He cupped her cheeks, lowered his mouth, and gently brushed his lips against hers.

The sizzle of heat shot straight to her heart and warmed her from the inside out. All she could manage was a nod. His kiss twisted all her wild emotions into a spinning vortex, allowing her only to react without thought, and she leaned in to kiss him again.

Angel To The Rescue [Rachel goes to Jake’s apartment]

Rachel raised a finger to press the doorbell, and the front door jerked open. Startled, she jumped back.

“Are you gonna ring the damn bell or just stare at it all afternoon?” a grizzled-looking Jake asked.

His hair stuck out all over, and he had a two-day growth of beard that gave him a dangerous look — that and the black tee-shirt and sweats he had on.

He bent down until they were almost nose to nose. “Well?”

“Oh… Um… Y-yes, I was going to press the bell, but now the door’s open.”

He straightened, his expression grim. “First Wally and now you.”


“Wally came by earlier to save me from my depressing thoughts.” He stepped back and held the door wide. “I assume that’s why you’re here. You coming in?”

“Oh, yes.” Her heart was beating so hard she feared he could see the pulse vibrate in her neck. He looked so sexy all rumpled up like that, and her fingertips started tingling again — wanting to touch him anywhere to complete the connection.

She stepped past him and reminded herself she was only here today as a friend and a counselor.

As though he read her mind, Jake said, “You’d only come to my apartment if you thought I was sick or needed help, right?”

“Yes — I mean, no.” She turned to face him and saw the pain in his eyes. “I mean, I–“

Pain from the Buckhead crisis or pain from her?

“Which is it?” he asked flatly.

She should have known this wouldn’t be easy.

“I went by the station first.”

That apparently surprised him. He recovered quickly. “I’m still waiting for the why.”

“You’d called in sick. I wanted to see if you needed–“

“Needed what, Rachel? You?” He closed the door, and the room suddenly seemed quite small. And quite dark — all the blinds were pulled and the only light came from the nearby television.

“I thought maybe you’d need to talk about–“

She stopped. He had taken two steps closer, and she couldn’t think. She took a deep and very audible breath.

“You’ve never been at a loss for words before, Rachel.”

“We’ve never been broken up before,” she blurted.

His eyes widened noticeably, then darkened. At least she thought they did — tough to tell by TV light.

“You’re right,” he said hoarsely. “How do you like it?”

“I don’t.”

“Me neither,” he growled.

Stay on track. Remember why you’re here.

“Jake, I came by to see you because of the Buckhead crisis.”

“I figured as much.”

She could’ve sworn he looked disappointed for a fleeting moment. That gave her the courage to go on. “To offer my shoulder–“

“To cry on?” he sneered.

“No! To lean on. Please don’t be ugly.”

“I can’t help it. You broke us up.”

Incredulous, she gaped at him. “Me! Must I remind you? You left me.”

He closed the distance between them — so close she could feel his body heat.

“You let me leave,” he said gruffly.

“I didn’t–“

“You let me leave,” he repeated his face only inches away.

His unique Jake scent wafted over her. She wanted to smother in it. She wanted…

“I didn’t want you to go,” she whispered.

She felt his arms slide around her at the moment his lips touched hers. No gentle kiss this. It spoke of need and desperation. His — hers — she didn’t know for sure. She just wanted to cry from the relief of having his arms around her again.

She knuckled her fists into his warm tee shirt and tried to pull him closer, but the shirt was old and stretched unmercifully. She felt his lips smile against hers as he grabbed a breath and then kissed her again, his tongue sweeping in to stroke hers.

She could die from his wonderful familiar taste. She gave up on the shirt and wound her arms around his neck to pull him closer, to pull him into her if she could.

Suddenly, she felt his hands at her hips pressing her back, and she shamelessly hung on tighter. He reached up and pulled her hands down and then kissed each one.

His eyes were almost black. No doubt a reflection of hers.

“Like coming home, isn’t it?” he rasped, his voice so hoarse it came out as a whisper.

Unable to get words past the lump forming in her throat, she could only nod happily and rested her forehead against his chest.


Meet the Author

Petie spent a large part of her career working as a biologist at Walt Disney World — “The Most Magical Place on Earth” — where she enjoyed working in the land of fairy tales by day and creating her own romantic fairy tales by night. She eventually said good-bye to her “day” job in order to write her stories full-time.

Petie shares her home on the Cumberland Plateau in Tennessee with her horticulturist husband, a spoiled-rotten English Springer spaniel addicted to pimento-stuffed green olives, and a noisy Nanday conure named Sassy who made a cameo appearance in Angel to the Rescue.

Petie has five books published with Desert Breeze, including her Mystery Angel Romance series, and her newest release, Cinderella Busted, is with Soul Mate Publishing.

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Letting Lox In
Series: Marco’s MMA Boys #1
Author: S.M. Donaldson
Genre: Sports Romance
Release Date: February 2, 2015
Sloan Foster was always a good girl. An honor student in high school, she had big plans for herself, and then college happened. She thought she’d met the man of her dreams in hometown football star Lucas Smith. Then she had the earth shattering realization that dreams were just that…dreams. She found herself pregnant, right about the time he got drafted for the NFL and dropped her like a bad habit. Now a struggling 25 year old single mom, she works as a massage therapist and is determined to take care of her son, Sage, on her own, without a dime from him. No matter how many times he tries to pay her to ensure her silence.

Loxley Storm was raised by his mom, his dad was a dead beat he never knew. Growing up, he had anger issues and got into a lot of trouble for fighting. Thankfully, a man named Marco took him under his wing and helped him learn to control his anger by fighting…in the ring. Now 26, he is an MMA fighter working to become pro, helping run Marco’s gym along with his best friends, Sly and Huck. To the trio, getting tied down with women is something they don’t need. To blow off steam, they have the “hit it and quit it” motto. 

Until an injury in a fight lands Lox on Sloan’s massage table, where sparks fly and neither can deny the attraction. The more pieces of Sloan Lox finds out, the more he respects her and her accomplishments as a single mom. Sloan is hesitant to trust another man, and she sure doesn’t want to risk her son getting hurt, but how long can she keep Lox at arm’s length? Will she let Lox in? Or will she let her past ruin her chances of finding love again?


“5 PLUS Stars…. Amazing, Great, Beautiful, Sexy oh yeah, I could go on and on…..Congrats to you, S.M. Donaldson, this book was nothing less of a literary Grand Slam!!!!!!!” ~🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟 Amazon Reviewer

“This book not only held my attention because of the MMA, I fell in love with each and every character. Well honestly there were a few that made me not not so happy, but you have to read to find out why.”~🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟Amazon Reviewer

“Loved it!! I’ve found another hot book boyfriend in Lox. I cannot wait for additional books in this series.”~🌟🌟🌟🌟🌟Amazon Reviewer

S.M. Donaldson is a born and raised Southern girl. She grew up in a small rural town on Florida’s Gulf Coast, the kind of place where everyone knows your business before you do, especially when your Daddy is a cop and your Mom works for the school system. She married one of her best friends at the age of 20 and has one son. She is a proud military wife, has always had a soft spot for a good story, and is known to have a potty mouth. At the age of 31, she decided there was no time like the present to attempt her first book. Sam’s Choice was born and she hasn’t stopped since. If you are looking for a good, steamy, Southern set romance with true Southern dialect, she’s your girl.