Davis, Liz Grace: Honeysuckle and Jasmine



Liz Grace Davis



Honeysuckle and Jasmine by Liz Grace Davis
Publication date: September 24th 2013
Genres: Adult, Contemporary


The past is never far behind.

Senia Loato’s life has been needled by disappointment, and the wounds that fester go beyond skin deep. She is certain if she puts miles between her and her tainted past, she will somehow outrun it. When she’s offered the chance to leave her island home of Mintang to become an au pair for three boys in Germany, she takes the opportunity to start running.

In Germany, she meets Miina, another au pair. What builds between them is a life-defining friendship, one they will risk everything for.

And soon, they’ll be asked nothing less.

When Miina is betrayed and left stranded, Senia stands by her, risking much more than just her stay in Germany. She also stands to lose rich, handsome, turquoise-eyed Roman Dorenwald, the first man she has allowed into her heart.

But they’re risks worth taking.

Eventually, Senia makes a sacrifice that catapults her back to her past, where she’s forced to draw back the curtain and discover the shocking truth of her history.

Can she confront her nightmares, reach deep into her soul, and forgive those who have hurt her? Or is it easier to just keep running?



My muscles tensed up again, and I smoothed the tablecloth, gave myself time to respond. How much could I tell him? If he had read my CV, he’d know I’d worked at the orphanage, but not that I’d also lived there. Did I want him to know? I raised my eyes. Why not? “I grew up in an orphanage, where I later worked as well, for two years. I never met my biological parents.” Why not just leave out the whole adoption part? It would only call for more questions and complicate things.

To my surprise, Roman squeezed my hand, just for a second, but the warmth from his grip remained with me. “I’m sorry to hear that. That explains it. I used to wonder why you had this sad look in your eyes all the time.”

I glanced away. “I do?” I whispered. But then, how would I know? Whatever look I had in my eyes, I’d lived with all my life. I wouldn’t know if it was sad or not.

“Senia,” Roman drew his chair closer to the table, “please look at me. It’s nothing to be ashamed of. I can’t even begin to imagine how it would be, growing up without my parents, even if they can be too controlling sometimes.”

I allowed my glance to meet his again. “Well, having never met mine has made it easier to live without them.”

The waiter placed our food in front of us, halting our conversation. The aroma of Roman’s roasted pork in gravy and that of my beef and pork mingled in the air between us before teasing my nostrils. So easy for the aromas to do—nothing in the air to stop them from embracing. Unlike Roman and I. Between us stood many possible complications that could send a potential relationship toppling before it even started.


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LizLiz Grace Davis grew up in Angola, Namibia, South Africa, and Germany. She now lives with her husband and daughter in Vienna, Austria.

Her travels offered her the opportunity to gather interesting material, from both her own experiences and those of others. She is a firm believer that memories, both good and bad, are worth cherishing because they lead us to be the people we are today.
As a result, Liz enjoys breathing new life into some of those experiences, and sprinkling them with snippets born of her imagination, to write fiction. Her aim as a writer is to both thrill and inspire readers. The genres she enjoys writing are as diverse as the books she reads.

Liz is the author of Chocolate Aftertaste, Honeysuckle and Jasmine, and Tangi’s Teardrops.


Contact info:

Website : www.lizgracedavis.com / Newsletter: http://ymlp.com/xgbjuwsugmgh

Facebook Page: http://www.facebook.com/pages/Liz-Grace-Davis/333441076698284

Goodreads Author Page: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/5450561.Liz_Grace_Davis

Blog: http://www.novel-moments.blogspot.com/ / Twitter: https://twitter.com/#!/Liz_Davis1

Email: Liz_davis1@yahoo.com


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Kelley, Aine: Finding Home

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Book Title: Finding Home
Author: Aine Kelley
Genre: Contemporary New Adult
Release Date: November 2013
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Can two broken people help each other learn to love again and find their way home?

For Samantha Cole, love and relationships have never come easy. Pain and heartbreak have forced her to build a wall around herself. Hoping to start over, Sam leaves Boston behind and moves to Napa with her best friend. Trying to make better choices in love, Sam establishes rules to keep her heart safe. Little does she know that one man will challenge her and change her mind. He has the potential to break down her walls and bring her heart back home.

Ben Foster has been dealing with heartache and guilt for the past two years, believing he lost his only chance at love. Pounding guys on the Rugby field and running the family winery get him through the pain. When Sam arrives the fog over his life slowly lifts. He wonders if she is the one who can help his heart find a new way home.

Letting go of the past and moving forward is not always easy. Their connection is strong, but their pasts keep getting in the way. Will Sam and Ben’s journey tear them apart or help them find a place to call home?

Meet the Author

Aine Kelley is my pen name for when I take off my ‘super mom’ cloak and write. I’m a Massachusetts native who resides in a small seaside community outside of Boston. Besides my immense love for my hubby and two girls, I’m a huge lover of the Patriots and Red Sox! I’m a one click addict and love getting lost in a great story. I can be wooed or bought, depending the situation, with wine and chocolate. Like Samantha in my book, I’m a huge 80’s movie lover and a music freak! My love of books, beta reading for authors and reviewing for a blog, led me down the writing path. My motto is: Live freely, laugh heartily and love deeply.

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Johnson, Lakisha: A Secret Worth Keeping

A Secret Worth Keeping by Lakisha Johnson


Book Description

 October 2, 2013

  • Print Length: 210 pages
  • Publisher: Delphine Publications
  • Tour Organized by: Everything Marie

Shelby is a career woman turned housewife who enjoys the friendships that have been built with her 5 best friends; Camille, Lynesha, Raylin, Kerri and Chloe. They are all career women with different businesses or careers, husbands and even children but something is missing, something they can’t find at home, in a store or even in a book. So, they search for this missing piece in the beds, arms, cars, offices and even in storage rooms of other men who don’t mind paying for what Dem Dam Divas can offer. They enjoy the thrill of sneaking, creeping and even vacationing on someone else’s dime but what happens when it all becomes too much? From being found guilty with no evidence, secretly wanting someone who doesn’t want you, loving only to not be loved back, caught up in a dream that you’re about to be awaken from; will it be worth it in the end? Will their secret lives be revealed and will it become too much to handle? Will they regret their actions or stand by them? Will they finally question whether this secret is really worth keeping?

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This has been a long day!  After hanging out with the girls, I knew better than to schedule this shipment today but I have some sexy new plus size outfits that are sexy yet sophisticated enough to show off the right curves at the right time. Now, its 7PM and I’m sitting here daydreaming about this new lingerie even though I need to get to home.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” this voice says! 

Shit, you scared me and who are you calling ma’am?”  I asked.

Good God, I thought to myself as I turned around to see a man that made by mouth fall open. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean to scare you but the door was open and I’ve been trying to get your attention,” he said.  “I forgot one of your boxes on my truck this morning.” 

“Oh, that’s fine you can sit it over there and thank you for bringing it back,” I stated. 

“No problem. I didn’t want you to be angry with me so I decided to not wait until Monday. My name is Xavier, by the way.”

“Xavier, nice name and it fits you well,” I threw in. 

“Thanks, I got it from my dad,” he said.

 “Baby, if your dad is as fine as you; he can deliver me anything at any time.”

He laughed and said, “Why does it have to be my dad?” 

I replied, “Because you might not be able to handle all this woman.”

He turned to walk away and I thought I had scared him off but when he locked the door and began walking towards me, licking his lips saying, “I might not but I’d sure love to give it a try,” my panties got wet.  Hell, even my nipples got hard. 

I began licking my lips and making direct eye contact with him. I was standing there looking good in my black skirt, thigh high boots and low cut shirt and I couldn’t wait until he took it all off.

“Are you sure you can handle this?  I don’t want you to have to quit your job because you’ll be scared to come back,” I said.  He walked over and put his tongue in my mouth which was answer enough for me. He picked me up and believe me when I say; he wasn’t scared to handle this big girl!  Baby, he picked me up so high; I thought I was going to fall but he said “Just relax and enjoy it.”

He placed my back against the wall and wrapped my legs around his head while he was standing. “Shit, Shit, Oh Shit” ….this man licked my lady like it had been months since he’d eaten. Whew, I felt things that I had never felt before. I was so wet that I could not contain myself.  All, I could do was scream out as he licked me clean. He then put me down gently as I pushed him away from me.  My legs felt like jelly but I couldn’t let him see me sweat.  I ordered him to take off my skirt, leaving me with my black see through bra, panties and thigh high boots.

“Come here,” I ordered and he said “Yes ma’am” with a smile on his face. I could see the print of his cock through his work pants and my eyes were screaming OMG, I’m going to enjoy this. 

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About the Author

LaKisha Johnson is a girl after God’s own heart; doing what she believes to be her purpose..writing.  In addition to being a self-publised author, she’s also a wife of 15 years, mother of 2 and native of Memphis, TN. She comes from a huge family and has always been the go to girl whenever someone needed a poem written or read, an acknowledgement that would convey just what they were thinking or even an occassion written for that special day. She’s an all-around talented lady that makes everything she touch turn to gold. She has 2 degrees from Southwest TN Community College both in Information Technology and has worked in the corporate field for over 15 years. She is also a dedicated blogger, delivering a devotional blog 5 days per week entitled ”Kisha’s Daily Devotionals.”

LaKisha wants readers of her books to step outside the box and read with imagination.  She wants them reeled in from the front cover to the last word, enjoying every second in between, asking for more.  She doesn’t proclaim to be the best writer or even author in the world..she just proclaims to be blessed because her motto is ”God’s purpose is bigger than any problem!”

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Author Site http://authorlakishajohnson.wordpress.com/ /  Email address authorlakisha@gmail.com

Mae, Mandee: A New Face to Love

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Name of Book: A New Face to Love
Author: Mandee Mae
Genre: Contemporary Adult Romance
Release Date: November 18th

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Jamie is filled with heartache from her past. She tries to move on, but her heart never completely heals.

She’s shaken to her core when a brief encounter has her feeling things she thought she’d lost. Should she take a chance on her sexy friend who might want more than just friendship or does she finally discover who this unknown man is and what exactly it is that he wants?

Follow Jamie as she discovers her friend’s true feelings for her and the decision she is forced to make when she finally discovers who the stranger really is. The decision is one that will change her life forever.

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“Yes, I was supposed to be out of town all weekend. I wasn’t due back until tomorrow evening.”

I sit back on the couch, leaning against the arm rest, facing him so I can watch him when he talks. “Okay, so why are you back? You haven’t answered my other question yet either. Why were you at my house?”

He raises my legs and scoots back on the couch, laying my legs across his lap and starts rubbing, back and forth, up to my knees and back down to my ankles. “Do you want the honest truth or what I think you want to hear?”

Duh! “Honesty, Caleb, always honesty.” I tilt my head sideways, trying to figure out what he is about to tell me.

He turns his head and looks me square in the eyes. “I came back because I saw there was a bad storm getting ready to hit.” Rubs up, then down. “I came back because I know you are terrified of storms.” Rubs up, then down “I came back because I missed you. I came back because during the last two years, I have always been with you during a storm. I went to your house to stay with you, but when I drove up and saw that tree had fallen through your living room, it scared the hell out of me and I had to make sure you were alright.”

There’s something else in his eyes. Something he’s not telling me, but I’m not going to push him on the issue. I haven’t seen that look on his face before and I don’t know what to think about it.

“Thank you, Caleb. Thank you for always being there for me, for always knowing what I need and when I need it. I don’t know what I would do without you in my life.” And I don’t.


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Mandee resides in Illinois. She is a wife and mother of two. She has just started in the writing world within the last year. Her husband and children encouraged her to take that leap of faith and start writing. She writes Adult Romance stories, for now. She loves spending time with her family and friends. Mandee loves to spend a great deal of time outdoors in the summer. In the winter she likes to curl up with good book, or a computer planning her next book adventure.

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Order of Books: Distant Myles, A New Face to Love, & Finding My Own (TBA)

Cook, Marsha Casper: Virginia Templeton Stories


Title: Virginia Templeton Stories

Author: Marsha Casper Cook

Genre: Adult Romance

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virginia_temp_seriesVirginia’s marriage of ten years to Slater Templeton, a ruthless corporate titan, has provided her with all of the comforts she could ever imagine, but still something is missing. He is all about wealth and accumulating power and has been successful far beyond all expectations, but she has her own agenda and is obsessed with the power she leverages through her undeniable sexuality. Together they are a force to be reckoned with. Slater is the demon and Virginia his temptress. In this loveless relationship, their only connection is the power they share while the diva within her needs more. Will her unquenchable desires lead her to keep dark secrets and to create a life for herself that will take her where most others fear to tread?

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Author Bio:

marsha_cook_3Marsha Casper Cook is the author of 10 published books and 11 feature-length screenplays. Her published works include LOVE CHANGES, a contemporary romance novel, and TO LIFE, a non-fiction biography about being a teenager and surviving the Holocaust. She has also written four books for young children, SNACK ATTACK, THE MAGICAL LEAPING LIZARD POTION and the poetry collection THE BUSY BUS. Her book NO CLUES NO SHOES  is the first of the Emelina Hewitt and her dog Stanley series. Marsha’s latest work and her first in a romance collection, VIRGINIA TEMPLETON STORIES   has just been released in paperback and she is currently working on LEO LOVES GRACIE characters taken from her screenplay Prince Charming which will be out after the first of the year.

Since early 2010, Marsha has hosted radio shows on Blog Talk Radio. She and Virginia Grenier,the other half of World Of Ink Network Blog Talk Radio, have been doing shows for almost four years. Her show “A Good Story Is A Good Story” is about writing.Marsha does discuss many subjects on her radio shows but her love of writing draws her to talk to other authors and marketing experts.

She will be adding different shows this year with her partner at World Of Ink Network, Virginia Grenier. Marsha is also is doing Radio Book Launches with Marnie McNiff and Virginia Grenier with Michigan Avenue Media.Inc. specializing in Children’s Books, Romance and Thrillers.

Join Marsha at Blog Talk Radio where she does her WORLD OF INK NETWORK radio shows.


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Websites – The Virginia Templeton Stories /  Marsha Casper Cook
Radio Show / Blog
Social  networks:
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 Chapter One 

Virginia Templeton arrived at her psychiatrist’s office, ten minutes late as usual. She was always late, as she rather enjoyed a grand entrance. Virginia was beautiful and knew it, tall and graceful, with hips tapering into long, slender legs. A body to die for, as they say. All heads turned when Virginia entered a room; women wanted to be her, and men just wanted her.

She was just as sexy dressed as she was undressed, as she absolutely loved fashion. Her favorite expression was “shop until you drop,” and she did just that. Virginia loved expensive clothes and shoes — oh, how she loved shoes — and accessorized every outfit. She didn’t look at price tags and, luckily, she didn’t need to.

Virginia’s image didn’t allow her to be all smiles or say nice things, as she preferred to play the misunderstood diva and use her good looks for favors. People didn’t cross the line with Virginia often and, when they did, her wrath was like nobody else’s.

Nicholas Waters, her psychiatrist, sat behind his desk, waiting for Virginia to make the first move. Sometimes she didn’t speak during her sessions, instead just walking back and forth, angered that she was wasting her time in sessions that she loathed. The only reason she had even agreed to see a doctor was because her deceitful husband made that a provision in their ongoing divorce proceedings. She wanted every last dime she felt she had earned in their ten-year marriage. She had smiled when she had to, and undressed when her husband wanted her. A small price to pay for getting anything and everything she wanted.

Virginia thought that Nicholas wasn’t paying attention to her, which really pissed her off. Even though he was just her psychiatrist, it was still important to her that he pay attention. Little did Virginia know that Nicholas couldn’t concentrate on anything else when she was near him.

Nicholas Waters was bound by an ethical code to avoid involving himself with his patients. But in his mind, they were just fantasies. Desiring a woman and actually acting upon his desire were two different things, and his fantasies usually went away after a visit or two. Virginia Templeton was a different case. He knew it, she knew it, and so did anyone who had ever come in contact with her.

She had been looking at him from the moment she arrived, but didn’t say a word. Nicholas sometimes wondered if she knew how much he wanted her. He would imagine himself lying next to her, consuming every inch of her sensuous body. Kissing her, touching her breasts, wondering how he could make her happy. She was filled with desire―and, sometimes, quite a bit of rage―but that didn’t stop Nicholas from having tight control of his mind every time she came for a visit. He was her psychiatrist, and that was the way it had to stay … for now.

He was also a married man and, regardless of his unhappiness, he had remained married to the same woman for more than twenty years. When Nicholas met Carmella, he was a struggling medical student with loans, minutes away from personal bankruptcy. She was beautiful, with vibrant red hair and a sweet smile that usually presented her in a glamorous, but guarded, light. Love never entered the picture. Her family was very wealthy and highly visible. He knew she was the solution to his financial problems.

Carmella’s main flaw was that she usually had a drink in her hand at eight in the morning and continued drinking until very late at night. She never wanted sex with him. That didn’t mean she didn’t like sex; she just didn’t like sex with her husband. For his part, Nicholas didn’t care about love or sex until he met Virginia.

From the very moment Virginia Templeton walked into his office, attitude and all, he was hooked. He had never felt such a strong, passionate connection to anyone. Actually, he never questioned his life as much as he did once Virginia Templeton became his patient.

A friend of his had referred her, and Nicholas reluctantly took her on as a patient because he felt doing otherwise might put her on the edge of doing something horrible. She came in with a lot of hatred and, whether she admitted it or not, he sometimes thought they made a breakthrough. A patient who didn’t want help never got better, but he felt she could make progress by increasing her visits to his office.

Nicholas watched Virginia, waiting until she was ready to start. It always took her a little bit, as she prepared to start the sessions in her own way.

After strutting around the office, Virginia kicked off her leopard, four-inch Stuart Weitzman pumps and sat her ass right smack in the middle of Nicholas’s desk. She was wearing a very tight, black leather skirt, and a see-through, white lace shirt. Because she was all leg when she crossed them, which she liked to do, Nicholas could see her black lace panties and the tiny rose tattoo on her upper right thigh.

“So, Nick, where shall I begin today?” Nicholas didn’t answer, and that angered her more than he knew. “What the fuck? Help me out here, Doc. I need some answers.”

For months, everything Nicholas had tried had completely pissed her off. At that moment, he felt she might be ready for a breakthrough, and quietly let her continue.

“Okay, let me tell you what happened last night,” she went on. “Slater, my loving, sweet jerk of a husband was out of town. I got in my car, went right back to my old stomping grounds, drank too much, and fucked a whole lot of times. Since you didn’t ask who I was with, let me tell you. Two men were in my bed last night. One was very tall, with dark curly hair. The other was very short with a long blonde ponytail, kind of a freaky looking guy. One was on my right and one was on my left. Blondie had one finger in my ass and the other dark, sexy guy, who looked a lot like you, was in my cunt. What do you think about that?”

Nicholas began to write notes. All thoughts of him having a conversation with his patient were off the board for now. He was so busy picturing the details that he couldn’t really concentrate. He was so far away from where he should be ethically that he stopped himself, took a breath, and then continued with his notes.

Virginia took full advantage of the moment, as she quickly scooted off his desk and proceeded to strut around the office. “Wow, Doc, when did you get that picture-perfect plant?” She didn’t actually give a shit about the plant on the floor; she just wanted Nicholas to enjoy the view as she leaned down to touch it. “Follow me, Doc.” Bending down even lower, she spread her legs, once again exposing her lace-covered bottom. Then, just as quickly as she had lowered herself, she stood up, turned around, and smiled beautifully.

“You know, Nick, you’re such a bore. You just sit there and write and write and write. Come on. Say something. Do you ever answer your patients, or do you like to totally piss them off? If that was your intention, it worked. You win. I’m totally pissed off.”

Nicholas could sense her anger boiling over, and watched in anticipation that Virginia might actually be feeling something. She was just about to explode; he knew it, but chose not to stop it from happening. Sometimes that was all a patient needed to break through the barriers they’d surrounded themselves with. He also had to keep reminding himself of what was ethical. He was in danger of crossing the line, and he knew it. He hoped his feelings weren’t transparent to Virginia.

“I hate boring men,” she continued, as she paraded around the room. “My father was boring. He rarely talked, and he never smiled. You can write that in your little notebook. My father was a piece of shit―a mean, selfish asshole. He never talked to me or treated me like his daughter. He had no love in him; that’s what my mother used to say. He had no soul, and I didn’t even cry when he killed himself. It was no loss to anyone. There are two things I hate in men. A man who doesn’t smile, and a man who acts like he’s better than me.”

Nicholas glanced down at his watch, realizing that Virginia was getting more agitated. There was usually a moment during her treatments that pushed her to the top. The moment varied, but the pattern always repeated.

“Is my time up?” she asked. “Even if it’s not, it’s time for me to go. We’re getting nowhere today. As a matter of fact, I think today will be my last visit. I don’t need to be here. Time is money. Face it, Nick, you can’t help me. No one can.”

Nicholas decided it was now or never. “Virginia, sit down and stop pacing. Let’s go with what you just said. You do want me to help you, don’t you?”

“No, I don’t think so. How would you feel if you were seven years old and your father pulled out a gun and pointed it at your mother? Then shot her, took the same damn gun and shot himself in the head while his daughter watched? I watched that! What kind of a person does that to his child?” She was quite proud of herself for once again coming up with a good story. “What makes it worse was my phony foster parents stuck me in the attic with ten other kids. Sometimes I looked around the attic and wondered how my life could ever be anything but dreadful and confusing. There were days when I didn’t even feel human.” Oh, she was so good at this.

“Okay, Virginia. Now that you have told me what happened to you, and you think I bought it, let’s begin all over again. Every time you come here, you tell me a different story. This time, tell me the truth. Then maybe, just maybe, I can help you.”

“Fuck you, Nick!” she growled. “That was the truth.”

“Okay, then. Tell me how and why you married a man you didn’t love.”

Virginia began to laugh. “You don’t really think I come here for your advice. Do you? I come here because my asshole husband makes me come here. He won’t give me my fair share in the divorce unless I agree to have some therapy. He wants to ease his conscience. He’s afraid he’ll look bad if I go off the deep end, and he doesn’t want any headlines. A man like Slater puts himself before anyone.”

Nicholas returned to his desk, which served as his safety net. He could sense Virginia was getting quite angry, and wasn’t sure if he should push during this session. Usually, that only infuriated her more, causing her to tell more lies.

“Okay, Nick. Since we’re having this nice little chat, let me tell you what I think. My husband wants to fix me and set me free. Women like me don’t get fixed. We like men, sex, and booze. We drink for fun and fuck like crazy. What’s so wrong with that? If it feels good, why not? I hate to think that being in love is enough for anyone.”

After thinking for a moment, Nick figured it was time to talk. “Believe it or not, love is enough for many people. One day, you will be in love, and maybe that will be enough for you too.”

“Oh, really? Are you in love with your wife? Do you even have a wife? I don’t know anything about you, other than I want to fuck you. And I think you want to fuck me. I don’t do normal, and I don’t think you do either. Or let me put it another way. You might do normal, but you don’t really like normal.”

Nicholas was on his way to understanding her convoluted view of what she was all about. He didn’t soften just yet, but he was on his way. He didn’t want to compromise, but he was a man. Virginia had gotten to him even with all his armor; she knew how to dig deep. He was very close to giving in to his fantasy, and she knew she had finally penetrated into his soul. It was, she thought, her moment.

Game on! She was euphoric. “I bet if you let me get you in the sack, we would be born again as one. If you allowed me to slowly undress you, button by button, and then gently massage every morsel of your being. My lips would embrace that cock of yours and you, my dear doctor, would never be the same. I promise you that! I can take you on a journey that will totally overwhelm you, and you will be mine forever, or for as long as I want you.” A sultry smile spread across her face.

Virginia found herself moving as close to Nicholas as she possibly could. She could barely breathe. Her breasts pressed against his chest, she could feel his hardness against her. He didn’t feel like other men. He was distant and completely disconnected from her. To her surprise, he showed no reaction. He just stared at her in silence.

Being this close to a man who seemed to feel nothing was quite disturbing to her ego. Every man she knew would have reacted quite differently. Although, she was excited by the challenge he presented. She straightened her shoulders, not allowing herself to be weak.

Nicholas wanted to forget that he was her doctor and instead take her in his arms. He was uncertain how long he could resist, but he knew there would be no turning back once he gave in. He stepped back, putting some distance between them.

His rejection angered Virginia. “You’re not the right doctor for me. Tell me why you took my case. Your practice was full, but you added me to your patient load. Did you really think you could help me?”

“Yes, of course I thought I could help you.”

“Then why the fuck aren’t you helping me?” she spat.

“Because you don’t want help. You have repeatedly told me one lie after another. I can’t perform miracles.”

“Screw you, Nick. Screw you. I don’t like to waste time and today, as usual, I am wasting my time. The only thing left is for us to go to bed together. I know you want me, I can tell. But you can’t do it if you’re my doctor.”

“Virginia, sit your ass down. I’m your doctor, not your lover. Why would you think that I want to go to bed with you?” His patience was wearing thin.

“Because every man wants me,” she purred, again closing the distance between them. Reaching for his belt, she began to slowly lower his zipper. “You want me and I know it.”

“Virginia, you need to leave. Now. As of this very moment, my services as a doctor are over.”

Virginia backed off. “You don’t mean that.”

“Oh, but I do. Watch this.”

Nicholas wrote on his notepad, “Virginia Templeton’s sessions have ended as of July 9.” He signed the paperwork to make it official, then pointed to the door.

“You need to leave right now.”

Virginia strolled out of the office, not looking back. She refused to let Nicholas see the tears in her eyes. He had won, and she hated that.

Nicholas took several deep breaths, relieved to have resisted her very tempting offer. Their sessions had ended, and only time would tell if he would miss her. If he was honest with himself at that moment, though, he was disappointed at the thought of never seeing her again.


Salter, Aimee L.: Breakable

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Released Monday, November 4th! Breakable, by Aimee L. Salter, is the unique and compelling story of a young woman learning to value herself when no one else does. Oh, and she can talk to her future self…


If you can’t trust yourself, who can you trust?


When seventeen-year-old Stacy looks in the mirror she can see and talk to her future self. “Older Me” has been Stacy’s secret support through the ongoing battle with their neurotic mother, relentless bullying at school, and dealing with her hopeless love for her best friend, Mark.


Then Stacy discovers Older Me is a liar.


Still reeling from that betrayal, Stacy is targeted again by her most persistent tormentor. Only this time, he’s used her own artwork to humiliate her – and threaten her last chance with Mark.


She’s reached breaking point.




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“Original. Authentic. Heart-breaking. BREAKABLE has officially become one of my favorites!” -New York Times Bestselling Author, Cora Carmack


“…I wish every single high schooler (and their parents!) could read this book.” – Jen Strand, Reviewer, Fictitious Delicious


Read the opening chapters at Goodreads.


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Author Bio and Links:

Author Photo - ALS - Small formatAimee L. Salter is a Pacific North-Westerner who spent much of her young (and not-so-young) life in New Zealand. After picking up a Kiwi husband and son, she’s recently returned to Oregon.


Aimee is the author behind Seeking the Write Life, a popular blog for writers at www.aimeelsalter.com. You can also find her on Twitter (www.twitter.com/@AimeeLSalter) and Facebook (www.facebook.com/AimeeLSalter).


Aimee’s debut novel, Breakable, released November 4th for Kindle, Nook and in paperback. You can add Breakable to your to-read list on Goodreads.





We all have been subjected to bullying in one form or another . . . or been the bully ourselves.


In Breakable by Aimee L. Salter, young Stacy is bullied by a nasty elitist crew from school. The hardest part of being bullied by them is she once considered them her friends.


Add to Stacy’s angst her not-so-secret love for Mark who begins dating the nastiest of the crew, but he is blinded to Karyn’s true nature by her “perceived” beauty.


To recount more would definitely be a spoiler . . . but one more little twister, Stacy communicates with “Older Me”, her future self, by looking in a mirror. And “Older Me” isn’t nearly the person she appears to be.


Breakable is a fast-paced book filled with raw emotions and a host of interesting characters.


For a debut novel, Ms. Salter has tapped into an issue at the forefront of too many tragedies on the front page of our newspapers today. She is a clever wordsmith and very perceptive into the world of YA readers.


Breakable kept me engage and I only put it down because I reached the end. I highly recommend Breakable to all readers and I look forward to reading and reviewing more of Ms. Salter’s books in the future!


~Patricia, Room With Books~ © 2013


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I’d been expecting another text from Mark. I’d just assumed when the phone went again so soon…


I didn’t check the sender before I opened the text.


The words screamed at me from the glowing screen:






My ears burned. I could just see them, all gathered around Belinda’s phone, cackling. I’d learned a long time ago it wasn’t worth opening anything that came from her, or Karyn, or Terese.


Why hadn’t I checked the stupid phone?


With shaking fingers, I deleted the text. My stomach hardened into a knot, the bitter taste of bile rising in my throat. I drew the straighteners through the last strands of my hair without really paying attention.


Oh, gawd. Was Older Me right? Should I stay home? If they’d started taunting me before we even got there, then it was going to be one of those nights. They’d make it hurt.


But… Mark.


Mark had grabbed my elbow as I ran from art that morning. Told me we needed to talk. He’d run his hand through his sandy hair. His blue eyes wouldn’t quite meet mine. He’d been nervous. Twitchy.


Mark was never nervous with me. And I’d only ever seen him twitch when he was talking to whatever girl he had the squeeze for.


When he left, I’d almost danced on the spot.


So, I had to go tonight because I thought – I hoped – Mark was finally going to ask me out.


But if the vultures were already circling…


I stared at the phone in my hand and swallowed hard. Then realized Older Me was still talking.


“…seems hard to believe, but your friendship with him is probably more fun than anything else you could have right now. And who knows what will happen later? Wouldn’t it be better not to risk that?”


Ignoring the irony of my future self asking rhetorical questions about the future, I dropped the phone onto my bed and picked up my bag. Picking through items one by one, pretending I was listening, I made sure the condoms I’d bought that afternoon were still safely hidden under my wallet and make-up bag, stifling the shiver that ran down my spine.


If I was right and Mark asked me out, would I have the courage to invite him back home? To sneak him in? How many of these would I need if… if it came to that?




After giving her my best we’re done here expression, I turned back to my bag.


Would it be better to put them in the zip pocket so there was no risk of them falling out and embarrassing me? Or would that make them too hard to find in the dark?


“Are you listening to me at all?”


I groaned and dropped everything but my keys back in my bag. “I’m leaving.”




“I’m sure I’ll see you in the car,” I called back over my shoulder as I left the room.


She gaped at me from the surface of the mirror, but I kept walking.


Tonight was a turning point. I just knew it.


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I’ll be doing three giveaways – a signed and inscribed paperback, and two copies of the e-book of BREAKABLE.


Readers can enter the drawing all week in one of three ways:


– Add BREAKABLE to their to-read list on Goodreads


– Tweet the promo of any cover reveal post during the week using the hashtag #BreakableBook (i.e. if you’re a blogger, they can tweet a link to your post, but must include that hashtag in it)


– Share my cover reveal status from my author profile page on facebook (or your author profile page, if you link the status to my blog and tag me here: www.facebook.com/AimeeLSalter)




1. One winner will be drawn from each social media outlet, then a winner of the paperback drawn from those three.


2. Readers are welcome to enter on all three sites.


3. Entries are counted between Monday at 4:30am PST, and Thursday at 11:59pm PST.


4. Every tweet or share gains an entry (though an individual can only win once).


Friday morning I’ll draw three winners, one from each social media outlet. One will get the BREAKABLE paperback, the other two will get free e-books. I’ll announce the winners on my blog next Monday (14th).


To make one entry easier, here are some easy tweetables you can use.


I can’t wait to read #BreakableBook by @AimeeLSalter. Check out this cover: http://ow.ly/px5vw #yareads #amreading


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Kagan, Herman Dr.: Faith, Supernatural Beliefs and Our Symbolic Brain


Faith, Supernatural Beliefs and Our Symbolic Brain
By Dr. Herman Kagan
October 20th – November 10 2013

ISBN: 9781482028058
Non-Fiction-Social Science

Synopsis: We have been endowed with a symbolic brain that helps us adapt to and survive in our natural and man-made worlds. However it is open to both true and false beliefs both of which have impacts on our well-being. Supernatural beliefs may lead to disastrous consequences but continue to exist because they actually serve human survival through their reliance on faith and reduction of stress. So our symbolic brain’s readiness for supernatural beliefs is a mixed blessing-but a blessing nevertheless.

Excerpt: Dr. Jaylin apparently helped a woman who envisioned a body floating in front of her whenever she took a shower with her eyes shut. She tried taking a shower with her eyes wide open, but the sound of the running water filled her with dread. Then night after night she dreamed of being raped. Out of desperation she sought out Dr. Jaylin, who with regression therapy took her back to her past life, which turned out to be a tragic one. The woman saw her sister being raped and pushed to her death over a waterfall as she stayed hidden and frozen with fright. When her sister’s body crashed to the ground, she leaped out of hiding to help her but was swept away by the thundering torrent. Once she relived these experiences she was finally able to take a shower with her eyes closed, and the rape dreams vanished.

A living example is Rebecca Rosen, a thirty-three-year-old mother. Her grandmother committed suicide when Rebecca was eleven years old, and when Rebecca was in college she suddenly started hearing the voice of her dead grandmother. Her grandmother’s voice provided guidance lessons for taking care of herself and avoiding depression and Rebecca wrote down all the things her dead grandmother told her. Since then she hasn’t stopped hearing from other dead people, and continues to hear voices of the dead some ten years later.Has Rebecca been treated as abnormal or mentally disturbed? No, she has been accepted as a psychic and she is booked almost three years in advance for psychic readings at $275 for a half-hour and $500 for an hour. In February 2010 she gave a group reading at the Rock Financial Center in Novi, Michigan, which was attended by eight hundred people who paid $30 to $80 apiece for readings.

Press play to listen to the live interview with Dr. Kagan!


Dr. Herman Kagan – The author is a retired clinical psychologist with a California license who specialized in the area of childhood trauma and abuse. He directed, for 18 years, a support/treatment group for children and families experiencing sexual abuse. He also was involved in creating a sexual abuse prevention program for elementary schools.

After he retired he began writing to leave an information legacy for his grandchildren about how people react to good and bad situations and what systems are involved. Two books resulted from his writing, namely: “The Psychological Immune System” and the current book listed. His main goal is to figure out what human actions are innate, what are learned and why we act so contradictory.

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Silverbow, Konstanz: Only Half Alive

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Author: Konstanz Silverbow

Genre: YA Paranormal Romance

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000035_00015]The world’s darkest creature will be their brightest hope!

While darkness haunts her, she craves the light. Christina is a demon, but she doesn’t want to be. She is willing to sacrifice everything to change it. Only one person stands in her way, and he will stop at nothing to keep her the way she is.

The greatest battle of light versus dark threatens every living creature, a battle that could destroy all. And the demon in love will only have one chance to save everyone.

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1080825_10153105232560104_1267875030_nKonstanz Silverbow has always been a dreamer . . . but not a writer. Being an author was something she was dragged into. But since that day, she hasn’t stopped. It has become more than a hobby, it is a passion.

During the day Konstanz works, making jewelry, playing the violin, collecting dragons, and learning all she can about medieval weapons. But at night she creates made up worlds and places where those dragons come to life and the weapons are used in battle.”

Young adult fantasy, paranormal with a dash of romance author, Konstanz Silverbow; Proud Creator of magical worlds, fictional creatures, ideal super heroes and sarcasm since 2007!

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I’ve always been good at wearing masks. Not letting anyone see the real me. I’m content being the happy-go-lucky best friend. The strong willed boss. The independent woman who doesn’t need a man.

But the truth is I’m just as broken as the rest of you. I’m terrified that all it will take is one person to make all my carefully constructed walls crumble into fine dust. So I guard my heart with everything I have. Determined to never let anyone get close enough to hurt me again

All is perfect until HE walks into my life. No… he doesn’t just walk. He struts his good-looking, sex-oozing self right into my space and demands that I see HIM. Making me want what I know I can’t have.

So I did the only thing I know how to do.

I run.

But he just won’t let me go.



The second I see her, I know she will be mine. I see past the gorgeous smiles and heart-stopping laughter. I see HER. She doesn’t want me to know her secrets or the past that haunts her, but I make it my mission to find out.

To make her mine.

She can run all she wants, but it will never be far enough to stop me from coming after her,

She’s it for me and she knows it.

She’s just too scared to admit it.



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Stayton, Nacole: In the Lyrics

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Title:  In the Lyrics

Author:  Nacole Stayton

Genre:  New Adult 18+

Publication Date:  February 7, 2014

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ITL Full JacketHensley Bradley is the definition of the girl-next-door. She’s kindhearted, beautiful, and talented. Bored with her mundane life, thoughts of fleeing her small town begin to consume her. With aspiring dreams to use her voice as a one-way ticket, she suddenly discovers that music might not be her only passion.

After a fallout back home, Colby Grant decides to leave his family’s farm, determined to show his father he’s more than just a wanna-be country singer. With his All-American good looks, it doesn’t take long for girls in his new town to focus their eyes on him. But things aren’t what they appear from the outside, and it isn’t long until Colby feels he doesn’t fit into the perfect world that so quickly embraced him.

A chance encounter places Hensley in Colby’s path, but it isn’t her natural beauty that first captures his attention – it’s her voice.

When love and music mix, will the combination blossom into a beautiful melody or wither into a heart-wrenching tune?

Warning: This book is intended for readers 18+ due to explicit language and sexual encounters


About the Author

Author PhotoChristian “Nacole” Stayton is twenty-something years young and currently resides in the Bluegrass state. She spends her days working at a local hospital in the billing department and nights writing vigorously on her current novel. She has a passion for helping others and wears her University of Kentucky gear proudly. While her husband loves all things outdoors, Nacole enjoys the finer things in life like getting pedicures while reading on her Kindle Fire. She is passionate about her faith, family, and The Bachelor.

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