Falling Hard: A New Adult Anthology Release Blitz
Falling Hard: A New Adult Anthology
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From sweet & heartfelt to steamy & spicy, FIVE brand new college campus novellas filled with alpha heroes and tenacious heroines for every romance reader.
This anthology is intended for mature readers, 18 years of age and older.
FORBIDDEN: FRESHMAN YEAR (An Erotic Suspense Novella) by Shelly Bell
A BDSM romance between a professor and his student turns deadly…
It was only supposed to have been one night of passion, but when Professor Tristan Kelley and freshman Isabella Larsen meet again in the classroom, they’ll jeopardize everything to be together…including their lives.
TIN MAN’S DANCE (A New Adult Novella) by MK Schiller
If he only had a heart…
Former marine James Hutchinson thought they might have amputated his heart right along with his right leg. That is, until he sees Lilly Franklin dance. In a crazy ploy to meet her, he steals her front row concert seat… but it’s only fair since she stole his heart first.
DARK HEARTS (A Paranormal New Adult Novella) by Aliza Mann
Dark secrets, hidden lives…
While struggling to contain the beast within, Mitchell Rowland imprints on the beautiful and mysterious Aurora Tanner. With Mitch’s dangerous lycan secret and Aurora’s demon father out to kill her, they must band together to fight against the very things that could ultimately keep them apart.
HIGH STAKES (A New Adult Novella) by Sage Spelling
Betting on Seduction . . .
When rich boy, college jock Blake Holland wagers to seduce the sexy librarian Catalina Vega, he never anticipated the gamble would cost not only his pride… but also his heart.
HUNTING WITCH HAZEL: BOOK ONE IN THE LYNCH BROTHERS SERIES (A Paranormal New Adult Novella) by Heather Novak
When the person you must destroy is your soul mate…
Witch hunter Grayson Lynch must make the devastating choice between condemning his brother to death or destroying the forbidden love of his life: a witch.
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Sage Spelling fell in love with the romance genre long before she realized her dreams of becoming a writer. As a small child, she was fascinated with fairytales and remembers curling into her mother’s side while her mother would spin tales of faraway worlds, where they all lived happily ever after. Nowadays, Sage tells her own tales of the happily ever after, but with a sexy and passionate twist. She’s a believer of love at first sight, and that love concurs all.
In-between her very boring day job and writing sexy stories, she is in the process of attaining her Bachelor’s Degree in English and Creative Writing. Inked Hearts is her first publication. Find Sage at http://sagespelling.com/about/, Facebook, or tweet her at @SSpellingAuthor.
Excerpt from High Stakes –
Blake refused to let me walk back to my dorm on my own when we left the bar. My one hour dinner had turned into three hours alone with Blake. He walked really close to me, and I enjoyed the warmth of his body shielding some of the gruesome wind. He insisted I wear his scarf again, and his scent made my insides warm. When we reached my door, I stood one step above him so we were at eye level. I took off his scarf and wrapped it around his neck.
“You can keep it.” he insisted, placing his hand over mine.
“Thank you, but you have a long walk yourself.”
“No, it’s not that far.”
“Aren’t you at the frat house?”
“Nope, I have a condo right down the street with Mitch and two other roommates.”
“Oh.” I stared down at his chest, too embarrassed to look him in the eyes.
He lifted my chin with his finger and his stare burned into mine. My heart pounded in my ears. He was so close I could smell the mixture of beer and mint on his breath, and the sensation of the warm air of his mouth on my chin made my stomach do that flip-flop thing again.
“Are we ever going to talk about the night of the party?” His question took me by surprise. I’d been hoping he wouldn’t bring it up.
“Was I that bad of a kisser?” he whispered.
“No . . . it was a mistake, Blake, and since I’m your tutor now, it can never happen again.”
“So you liked kissing me?” He was so close I couldn’t think straight.
“Yes . . . I mean . . . Blake, please, can we forget about that night?” Heat flushed my face.
“Anything you want, Supergirl.” He leaned in and kissed my cheek. “Goodnight.”
“Night,” I managed to mumble. My legs wobbled toward the door and I looked back to see him still there, waiting for me to be safely inside. I gave him a small wave and closed the door behind me. I leaned against the door and attempted to catch my breath. There was some serious chemistry between us, and even with my inexperience, I sensed it. And it scared the hell out of me.
“You have a way to make everything better. Do you know that?”
“Yeah, that’s what classmates are for.” I used my fingernails to tease his washboard abs through his fitted thermal.
He took a step closer to me, leaving little space between our lips. “Girlfriend.”
“Classmate,” I breathed.
“Classmates that kiss.” His eyes burned into mine.
“Oh, yeah,” I whispered just as he kissed me softly. Gently, his warm lips teased mine in soft and passionate kisses. Tasting me. Teasing me. I moaned against him.
“What else do classmates do?”
“They study,” I whispered while attempting to conceal my laugh.
“All the more reason to make a wish and see. Besides, today is your birthday. You’re owed a birthday wish.”
“I don’t know . . .”
I nuzzled the side of her cheek with my own. “What’s the worst that could happen? You would fall madly in love with me?”
“You’re so cocky, Blake Holland.”
“You have no idea,” I whispered.
“It really is beautiful out here.”
“Yeah . . .” My eyes were on her. Her body. Her curves. The way her hair softly danced in the moonlight, putting the sky to shame with its beauty.
MK Schiller is a hopeless romantic in a hopelessly pragmatic world. In the dark of night, she sits by the warm glow of my computer monitor, reading or writing, usually with some tasty Italian…the food that is!
She started imagining stories in her head at a very young age. In fact, she got so good at it that friends asked me to create plots featuring them as the heroine and the object of their affection as the hero.
She hopes you enjoy her stories and find The Happily Ever After in every endeavor.
Excerpt from Tin Man’s Dance –
“There’s a field not far from here. We could have a picnic. You should see the flowers that bloom there.” I bit my lip because he would see them next year. I wouldn’t. I kept going, my breaths materializing physically in the cool air. “There are roses and hydrangeas and…”
“Lilies? Are there lilies?”
“Stargazer lilies. Do you know what those are?”
He shook his head.
“They look like pink stars bursting open. They’re lovely.”
“Are they tall?”
I tilted my head back, eyeing him curiously. “Not really. Why do you ask?”
“Cause I want to know if we can f*ck in that field without being found out.”
I spun around, facing him. He feigned an innocent look while I stabbed my finger against his chest. “I can’t believe you transformed my beautiful fantasy into soft-core porn.”
James leaned his forehead against mine, his mischievous smirk causing my panties to dampen. “There is nothing soft-core about me. Besides, your fantasy was making me grow a vagina.”
I stared at him for a second before breaking out into a full-on laugh attack. I think we laughed hard enough to wake the sun back up.
His hand shifted to my lower back. He bent his mouth close to my ear. “I don’t know a damn thing about flowers, but I can tell you without a doubt there is no lovelier Lilly than the one I’m holding.”
Okay…so that just happened.
Lilly, if we are in a fairy tale, then you, my beautiful dancing girl, have successfully broken one hex, only to cast another.
“Not myth, a legend.”
“Same diff. But I agree, it would be foolish of us.” Even as he said it, he was inching closer, closing the gap I’d made between us.
I took a step back. “Behave.”
“Kiss me good-night, lover. I want to fall asleep with the taste of you on my tongue.”
Note to self: boys who took English lit could melt a girl’s panties right off.
“My mother always said ‘It’s never too late to start something as long as you intend to finish it.’”
“That’s good advice.”
My mom had an expression too: Sometimes you find trouble, and sometimes you find troubled. It takes a smart woman to know the difference. Clearly, in James Hutchinson I had found both.
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