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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY by Caroline Schley

 

Welcome to the blog tour for THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY, a standalone young adult contemporary, by Caroline Schley

Welcome to the blog tour for THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY, a standalone young adult contemporary, by Caroline Schley. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY, a standalone young adult contemporary, by Caroline Schley

THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY by Caroline Schley

About the Book
Title: THE WEIGHT OF THE SKY
Author: Caroline Schley
Release Date: May 20, 2021
Genre:
Young Adult Contemporary
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Synopsis
Speak meets Gossip Girl in this searing contemporary Young Adult novel where the most courageous three words a teenage girl will ever have to say are, “I need help.”

For every important decision in her life, fifteen-year-old Chris Miller relies on silence rather than courage. In her rough Bridgeport neighborhood, Chris bites her tongue when her best friend gets sent to juvenile detention for a crime she didn’t commit. As a scholarship kid at St. Catherine’s Prep, Chris acquiesces to ‘drinkstagram’ at tony sleepover parties. At home with her overbearing mother, she swallows her questions about her father’s identity. Chris understands that quiet insecurity isn’t the most valiant approach to life, but it gets her through the day unscathed. Until she’s sexually assaulted.

In the aftermath, Chris’s tenuous happiness crumbles alongside her grades, yet she can’t find the courage to report the assault. At a crossroads, Chris is forced to volunteer at an afterschool program for low-income families to maintain her scholarship. Catapulted back to the very neighborhood she struggled to escape, Chris finds her family thrust into the crosshairs of a gang war. When one of the students from her afterschool program is put at risk, Chris discovers just how much damage her silence can cause. Ultimately, she must decide if she will remain quiet as others call the shots and remain a victim or if she can forge the strength to stand up, speak the truth and call herself a survivor..

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Excerpt #2
Chris clutched at her necklace as she walked up the campus steps. She thrust open the double doors and crossed the threshold of the building into a hive of activity. At the center of it all was a plastic folding table adorned with a St. Catherine’s banner. Chris approached a blonde woman perched on a metal chair, a large pile of papers in front of her and an eager smile on her face.
“Hi. I’m Ms. Engel. Welcome to St. Catherine’s. Name and grade?”

“Hi. Chris Miller. Sophomore. Well, going to be a sophomore. Starting next week.” Chris pinched the inside of her cheek with her teeth to force herself to stop talking as Ms. Engel dove into the stack of papers in front of her.

“Great. Here’s your schedule. Oh, I’ll be your advisor.” The woman clapped at the last sentence as though it was the best news she’d heard all day. Chris bit back a laugh, thinking of her advisor last year at Bridgeport High. Mr. Ortiz had never clapped a day that Chris had known him. Instead, he used their advisory block as a time to lecture them about the statistical probability that they would end up in jail, emphasizing his words with a dour expression that conveyed every second of his thirty years in the public school system.

Ms. Engel continued talking as she pushed the schedule across the table. “Here, check your classes; let me know if anything seems off. Otherwise, one of our volunteer student mentors will show you around in just a minute.”

Chris gripped the paper. “Thanks.” She headed towards a bench as she scanned the course titles, teachers and rooms for each period. AP Biology was there, very first thing.

A willowy girl with white-blond hair, Everest-high cheekbones and a small, defiant chin approached Chris, wearing a large tag that read “Mentor”. Her skin glowed with a soft almond shade that Chris’s mother had always called country club tan. It was not a compliment. Chris couldn’t help but look down at her own arm, pale from too many summer days inside reading or working at Sol y Mar. She thought the tan looked perfect.

“Hi! I’m Sterling.” Sterling? “Welcome to St. Catherine’s. Do you need some help figuring out your schedule?” She wedged in next to Chris without waiting for a response and started to read over her shoulder.

“Wow, you’re in AP Bio? And you’re new? I didn’t even know that was, like, allowed.” The girl popped her gum and frowned at the paper.

“Oh. I’m…sort of…going to see. Hi. I’m Chris.”

Sterling continued to scan the schedule as she spoke. “Right, hi. Ugh, Period 2 PE is the worst. You should bring dry shampoo.” She folded the rectangle of paper and handed it back as Chris added dry shampoo to her mental list of things to worry about.

“Did you just move here?” Sterling’s voice held an edge of boredom as her hand etched over the screen of her phone. “I’m just going to pull up a picture of this dry shampoo, it’s called R+Co Death Valley and it’s amazing. If you buy it through my Instagram code, it’s ten percent off.”

“Oh…ahh, thanks. No, I’ve lived in Bridgeport my whole life.” Chris had hardly ever even been anywhere else. Her mother had taken them on one vacation to Cape Cod. They’d waited until the summer prices dropped and all Chris remembered was the glacial October rain sweeping in off the Atlantic Ocean.

Sterling arched an eyebrow. “In Bridgeport? Where did you go to school before?”

“Last year I went to Bridgeport High.”

“Like the public school?” The eyebrow twitched.

Chris wanted to melt into the bench as she nodded. She felt the cheap fabric of her jeans rub against the insides of her knees. Her dark hair, which she’d brushed until it shone that morning, looked wilted and sad next to Sterling’s crisp ponytail. The gold chain looped around her neck seemed feeble and impotent compared to the chunky jewelry that accented Sterling’s slender body. As Sterling gestured into her next sentence, Chris noted a thick, metal watch glinting on her wrist in a sea of hefty bangles. Chris fought the urge to slip off the fabric band of her secondhand Timex and burn it in the gold-plated trashcan.

“What was that like?”

Chris didn’t know what to compare it to. She had been terrified there. There was a metal detector to pass through every morning, and police cruisers lined up outside school every afternoon.
“It was…okay, if you knew how to mind your own business, I guess.”

Sterling giggled. “Well, welcome to St. Catherine’s. Good luck minding your own business. Most of us have been here since like, kindergarten and we’re all are nosy as fuck.”

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Author Caroline Schley

Author Caroline Schley

About the Author
Caroline Schley is a YA author and high school science teacher. Originally from New York City, she currently lives in Madrid and will happily travel long distances for white sand beaches, high-quality chocolate and alpine hiking trails. You can find out about her current writing projects and stay in touch at carolineschley.com.

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Where to find Melissa Caroline Schley
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – BECOMING WILDE (Alex Wilde Series) by HK Jacobs

 

Welcome to the blog tour for BECOMING WILDE, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Alex Wilde, by HK Jacobs

Welcome to the blog tour for BECOMING WILDE, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Alex Wilde, by HK Jacobs. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

BECOMING WILDE, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Alex Wilde, by HK Jacobs

BECOMING WILDE (Alex Wilde Series #2) by HK Jacobs

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
BECOMING WILDE
Series: Alex Wilde Series #2
Author: HK Jacobs
Release Date: June 13, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
Is this the beginning of our epic love story?

Alexandra Wilde’s life is beyond her wildest dreams. After a tumultuous year, she has returned to Botswana as a full-fledged pediatric ICU doctor and reignites a consuming romance with Ian Devall, the privileged philanthropist who has captured her heart. Her new position at the hospital is fraught with challenges as saving lives pushes her resourcefulness to the brink. Meanwhile, her connection with Ian deepens, and she realizes that forging a commitment with him will require a sacrifice she isn’t ready to make. As she teeters on the precipice of decision, tragedy strikes and sends her into a spiral of grief where she must find hope in adversity…or risk losing everything she has become.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Excerpt #1
Alex met Ian’s lips with her own in a kiss that started slowly but grew exponentially until all the despair of the past mixed with the promise of the future. She opened her mouth and her heart to him, and they kissed while, for one moment, the world revolved around them.

Suddenly Alex laughed and pulled away, breathless and flushed and filled with the most insatiable desire.

“What?” he said, his entire face lit in a smile.

“Are you done running from me?” she asked, eyes narrowed.

“Are you done not knowing what you want?” he countered, and she shrugged.

“I’m done not loving you.”

She kissed him again, lighter but just as intense, feeling the sear of his lips on hers when they paused.

“What now? Is this the beginning of our epic love story?” she asked, and he pulled her close, leaning down so that his eyes bore into hers.

“It is. Now let’s get out of here because I’m pretty sure that we’re due some epic makeup sex.

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Author HK Jacobs

Author HK Jacobs

About the Author
HK Jacobs is native to a small town in Texas that gave her both wings and roots. She holds a Doctor of Medicine from Baylor College of Medicine and a Master of Public Health from the University of Texas. She is a board certified pediatric critical care physician whose passion is traveling the globe caring for seriously ill children in low-middle income countries. She currently resides in Texas where she continues to balance the many roles in her life—mother, physician, humanitarian, dreamer, and author.

 

 

 

Where to Find HK Jacobs
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – CONSTELLATIONS OF SCARS by Melissa Eskue Ousley

 

Welcome to the blog tour for CONSTELLATIONS OF SCARS, a standalone adult dark fantasy, by Melissa Eskue Ousley

Welcome to the blog tour for CONSTELLATIONS OF SCARS, a standalone adult dark fantasy, by Melissa Eskue Ousley. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CONSTELLATIONS OF SCARS, a standalone adult dark fantasy, by Melissa Eskue Ousley

CONSTELLATIONS OF SCARS by Melissa Eskue Ousley

About the Book
Title: CONSTELLATIONS OF SCARS
Author: Melissa Eskue Ousley
Publisher: Midnight Tide Publishing
Release Date: June 8, 2021
Genre:
Adult Dark Fantasy
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Synopsis
“An indelible story of loving yourself in a world of dreadful realities.” – Kirkus Reviews (starred review)

Not all gifts are a blessing. Some are a curse.

When Amelia turned 12, she began growing pearls. Every month, a crop of beautiful pearls bursts from the skin on her back. Her mother, Denise, believes her daughter is blessed, and sells the pearls to put food on the table. Amelia sees her condition as a curse. As the pearls form, her body aches and her skin grows feverish. The harvest of pearls brings temporary relief from the pain, but leaves her back marred by scars. Denise hides Amelia away from the world, worried that Amelia’s gift will be discovered and she will be abducted for the wealth she can provide. Now a young woman, Amelia realizes she has become her mother’s captive, and plans her escape. When she runs away from home, she finds a new family in a troupe of performers at a museum of human oddities. She soon discovers the world is much more dangerous than her mother feared.

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Excerpt #1
The pearl looked luminous—it seemed to glow under the harsh light of the bare bulbs in the rusty fixture over the mirror. There was something almost magical about it. It had come from my body, which was a revolting yet thrilling thought. I slipped the pearl into a cabinet drawer, hiding it until I could figure out what to do with it.

Two days later, other lumps on my shoulders and back swelled and festered. I would have wondered if they too contained hidden treasures, but my body ached so bad, I could barely think. The slightest movement sent tendrils of pain down my spine. I stayed home from school.

Mother drew me a hot bath and was helping me undress when it happened. The sores opened, one after another, spilling new pearls to the floor. Mom jumped back and shrieked. I groaned with relief as the blinding pain suddenly eased.

Mom picked up one of the pearls, still slick with blood. “Is this what I think it is?”

I nodded. “I’m a human oyster.” I didn’t feel human though. I felt like a sideshow freak.

Mother’s eyes were fearful, but her tone was angry. “Don’t be ridiculous.” She gingerly placed the pearl on the countertop, as though it might bite.

“It’s true.” I opened the drawer where I’d stashed the first pearl. I held it out to her.

She touched it and then shook her head. “No, they’re not pearls. They’re part of the infection you’re fighting. Some kind of organic…” She didn’t finish the sentence. She just stared at all those pearls on the floor. Including the one I held in my hand, there were 43 of them.

Mom decided to have the first pearl assessed. It was the only time she took me with her.

Mr. Whittier, the jeweler, studied it, gauging its worth. “Big one, isn’t it? Fourteen millimeters. High luster…round…free of any defect I can see. Where’d you get this, Denise? Indonesia? The Philippines? Looks like a South Sea pearl to me.”

“How much is it worth?” Mother asked. There was a hunger in her eyes I’d never seen before. It scared me.

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Author Melissa Eskue Ousley

Author Melissa Eskue Ousley

About the Author
Melissa Eskue Ousley is an award-winning author living on the Oregon coast with her family, a neurotic dog, two charming cats, and a piranha. Her suspense novel, Pitcher Plant, is set in Seaside, and won a 2018 Independent Publisher Book Award. Her young adult novel, Sunset Empire, debuted in a bestselling boxed set. Her short stories have been included in Rain Magazine, The North Coast Squid, and various anthologies. When she’s not writing, she can be found volunteering for her local wildlife center, caring for injured owls and hawks.

 

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Where to find Melissa Eskue Ousley
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE MARVELOUS by Claire Kann

 

Welcome to the blog tour for THE MARVELOUS, a stand-alone young adult contemporary LGBTQ+ mystery, by Claire Kann

Welcome to the blog tour for THE MARVELOUS, a stand-alone young adult contemporary LGBTQ+ mystery, by Claire Kann. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE MARVELOUS, a stand-alone young adult contemporary LGBTQ+ mystery, by Claire Kann

THE MARVELOUS by Claire Kann

About the Book
Title: THE MARVELOUS
Author: Claire Kann
Publisher: Swoon Reads

Release Date: June 8, 2021
Genre:
Young Adult Contemporary LGBTQ+ Mystery
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Synopsis
From the author of Let’s Talk About Love and If It Makes You Happy, this exuberant YA Novel follows six teens locked together in a mansion, contending for a life-changing cash prize in a competition run by a reclusive heiress.

Everyone thinks they know Jewel Van Hanen. Heiress turned actress turned social media darling who created the massively popular video-sharing app, Golden Rule.

After mysteriously disappearing for a year, Jewel makes her dramatic return with an announcement: she has chosen a few lucky Golden Rule users to spend an unforgettable weekend at her private estate. But once they arrive, Jewel ingeniously flips the script: the guests are now players in an elaborate estate-wide game. And she’s tailored every challenge and obstacle to test whether they have what it takes to win–at any cost.

Told from the perspective of three dazzling players–Nicole: the new queen of Golden Rule; Luna: Jewel’s biggest fan; and Stella: a brilliant outsider–this novel will charm its way into your heart and keep you guessing how it all ends because money isn’t the only thing at stake.

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Excerpt #2
Settled in a quiet nook straddling the line between Sonoma and St. Helena, California, with green rolling hills and barely treaded trails, their destination was surrounded by acres of grapevines and clusters of trees dense enough to be pocket forests.

The car slowed to a near crawl down the gravel road, symmetrically and systematically lined with tall trees on either side. Overhead, their bare branches reached out across the divide, interlocking as if they conspired to block out the moon. But someone had taken the time to decorate each tree trunk with a spiral of white lights to ensure the dark wouldn’t win.

Luna rested her forehead against the chilled window and muttered, “I could walk faster than this.”

“Too dark. Too cold,” Alex said. They’d barely slept on the plane, too hopped up on excitement, complimentary soda, and cookies. He was fading fast now. Close to midnight, his eyes looked bleary and unfocused. “Which house is this?”

“Winery.” Luna hadn’t been 100 percent sure where they would spend the weekend until they’d driven through the towering main gates.

The Winery at Midnight.

A moment so iconic the Founders were boiling with jealousy, flooding the group chat with keysmashes, and rage and crying emoji.

Jewel had multiple houses sprinkled here and there across America, and Golden Weekend had always rotated locations, seemingly at random. As far as Luna knew, and she knew quite a bit, it had never been hosted at the Van Hanen Winery. The Founders had theorized it was off the table because it was the most well-known and personal to Jewel.

Luna continued, “It’s her family’s house. She grew up here. In one of her early videos she said it ‘had been built to function as an overbearing display of Van Hanen wealth.’ Direct quote.”

Alex wrinkled his nose. “I hope she’s not as pretentious as she sounds.”

Was it possible to grow up on an actual estate and be down-to-earth? To go to private school, star in hit TV shows and blockbuster movies, and still be a normal, unaffected person? Probably not. But Jewel tried her best anyway. That counted.

“She’s not,” Luna said, confident in her beliefs. “She just talks like that for the camera, I think.”

Aerial shots of the winery were easy enough to find online. A few interior ones of the mansion too, if someone knew where to look, which Luna would never intentionally do . . .

So, technically, it wasn’t her fault the images ended up on Goldspiracy or that she clicked on them without realizing. And then kept clicking, because what was the point in pretending that she hadn’t seen them when she had. Damage was done.

Before, during, and after construction, the mansion had been dubbed the heart of the entire estate, with its three levels, seventeen bedrooms, an excessive number of bathrooms, two kitchens, a massive ballroom, two libraries, several dens, storage rooms, and a sprawling attic. And that’s just what was on paper.

Rumor had it that the blueprints mysteriously didn’t match the actual layout.

Luna was sure she’d die if she didn’t get into that house soon.

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Author Claire Kann

Author Claire Kann

About the Author
Claire Kann is the author of LET’S TALK ABOUT LOVE and an award-winning online storyteller. In her other life, she works for a nonprofit that you may have heard of where she daydreams like she’s paid to do it. Find out more by visiting her website: www.clairekann.com (and while you’re there, tell her about your cats. She loves cats. A lot.)

 

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Claire Kann
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – ADRIFT (Haven Island Series) by Isabel Jolie

 

Welcome to the blog tour for ADRIFT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Haven Island, by Isabel Jolie

Welcome to the blog tour for ADRIFT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Haven Island, by Isabel Jolie. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

ADRIFT, the second book in the adult contemporary romance series, Haven Island, by Isabel Jolie

ADRIFT (Haven Island Series #2) by Isabel Jolie

About the Book
Title:
ADRIFT
Series: Haven Island Series #2
Author: Isabel Jolie
Publisher: Noctivity, Inc.
Release Date: June 8, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
I can be your dream girl…for a price…

Ever heard of Only Fans? It’s not my ideal job, but it pays the bills. It’s even made me somewhat of a celebrity. My subscribers love my provocative shots, and I’m oh-so-good at teasing them. Then he shows up in my small town and complicates everything.

See, Mr. Green-Eyed Gazillionaire is so far out of my league it’s ridiculous. We’re polar opposites. That doesn’t change the fact that even though I’m a fantasy to most men, I only want to be his reality. But nothing real can ever happen between us. Logically, I know that.

Too bad logic and I have never had anything but a passing acquaintance. Because now, if I’m not careful, I’m afraid this sexy billionaire will smash my poor, pathetic heart into oblivion…

A delicious hot billionaire romance featuring two polar opposites adrift on a resort island with a small-town atmosphere, right of the coast of North Carolina.

This is a steamy contemporary romance with a happily ever after, no cliffhanger, and no cheating.

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Excerpt #1
I settled back down, eager for skin on skin. Her soft, smooth curves cushioned the hard planes of my chest. I gripped the throw. She stopped me and shook her head, those blue eyes tentative and unsure.

“Leave it.”

“What?”

“I’d feel better if you left it.”

The request confused me. I sat back on my ankles and stared at the blanket covering her middle.

“Please.”

Those eyes pleaded. Did she have a scar? My dick throbbed, reminding me of its proximity to the ultimate destination and my need. I clutched her thighs, spread out, on each side of mine. I kneaded her muscles, working my way up her legs, slipping my hands beneath the blanket, up to the band on her leggings. My fingers slipped inside the band, and she squirmed.

“I want these off.”

She nodded and raised her hips to help me remove them. I hadn’t meant to remove her thong, but I did, and that was fine by me. A sprinkling of dark blonde hair lined her glistening pussy. She was fucking drenched. My cock strained uncomfortably against my zipper.

I finished pulling the leggings down around her ankles, maneuvered them off one pedicured foot, then the other, and threw them across the room. I kissed the inside of her knee and nipped and kissed all the way up her thigh to the end goal.

She sat up on her elbows and squeezed her thighs in on my head. I paused, looking up for an explanation.

“You may not want to do that. I haven’t waxed recently.”

I grinned. “I can see that. Doesn’t bother me. I can also see you’re not a natural blonde.”

“I am too! I just brighten my blonde.”

“That doesn’t bother me either.” I couldn’t begin to rein in my smirk.

“But it might smell. I’m not…”

“Baby, I want to taste you.”

Her expression altered from heated to one of fear. The fear had me pulling back.

“When did you last shower?”

“This morning.”

“Then we’re good.” I nipped at her sensitive flesh on the inside of her thigh and watched her carefully. She chewed on the corner of her lip. “What is it?”

“It’s just, no one’s ever done that. Ben said—”

“Stop. I don’t want to hear anything else about that guy. Especially when I’m inches from tasting you. But you mean to say, I’m going to be the first one to do this?” She nodded, and I grinned, elated with this bit of news. “Then watch closely, baby.”

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Author Isabel Jolie

Author Isabel Jolie

About the Author
Isabel Jolie, or Izzy to her friends, is an Amazon bestselling indie author with an unquenchable thirst for a good, sexy love story. Izzy’s heart pumps faster for stories with strong heroines, down-to-earth realism, and an unexpected twist.

When she’s not writing or reading, she can often be found with a glass of wine in hand relaxing with her husband, daughters, and good friends lakeside.

Izzy fills her Instagram feed with funnies, inspirational “brain candy”, and anything that meshes with her mood of the day. #mood.

 

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Where to Find Isabel Jolie
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE GOD QUEEN (The Rebirth Saga) by M.L. Tishner

 

Welcome to the blog tour for THE GOD QUEEN, the first book in the new adult scifi fantasy series, The Rebirth Saga, by M.L. Tishner

Welcome to the blog tour for THE GOD QUEEN, the first book in the new adult scifi fantasy series, The Rebirth Saga, by M.L. Tishner. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THE GOD QUEEN, the first book in the new adult scifi fantasy series, The Rebirth Saga, by M.L. Tishner

THE GOD QUEEN (The Rebirth Saga #1) by M.L. Tishner

About the Book
Title:
THE GOD QUEEN
Series: The Rebirth Saga #1
Author: M.L. Tishner
Release Date: October 22, 2019
Genre: New Adult Science Fiction Fantasy
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Synopsis
The God Queen returns. So, why is everyone squelching her power?

In a backwater Earth town, Rei Ettowa dreams of traveling across the stars to destroy Infiernen – the knight who murdered her brother.

When Rei discovers she is the reincarnation of the prophesied God Queen, she relishes her newfound ability to channel lightning for revenge. Unfortunately, blazing through a battlefield clashes with the Federation’s plan for Rei and the others like her. All the gods are to be trained as diplomatic figureheads to sway voters, not agents of war. Infiernen must remain untouched.

Unable to let go of her brother’s murder, Rei finds Infiernen. But instead of killing him, Rei discovers a secret the Federation has been keeping from her about her brother.

Now Rei is mad as hell. Her enemies must pay. But who are they? And what else is the Federation hiding from her?

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Excerpt #1
Chapter 7

Bronx stood in a golden forest. Shimmering leaves that reflected the sunlight covered the ground around him, yet he saw no sun. Black tree trunks reached the height of at least three men before the first golden branch appeared. A gentle breeze moved through the woodland, carrying with it the soft scent of lavender. He took a few steps forward, daring to venture in further. The soft ground absorbed the sound of his footsteps. He didn’t see a single living thing around him, and the silence wrapped him like a cocoon.

The crack of a branch echoed in the distance, and Bronx whipped around but saw nothing. He wasn’t alone.

“Bronx?”

He snapped awake. Crona peered down at him. He must’ve dozed off. Documentation was the most boring part of being a combat medic for the Federation, but Bronx preferred the monotony over returning to the battlefield. He wasn’t ready for that yet.

“Interesting read?” she asked, gesturing to the mountain of paperwork.

“Riveting.”

“Yeah, the snoring was a good indication.” She pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down.

He chuckled. “It’s the only way to let people know. In case they’re curious about what I’m reading.”

“I’m well aware of the practice. I believe I have done my fair share of snoring after reading some captivating reports on supply chains.” She snorted, taking a handful of papers and placing them in a folder.

“Must run in the family, then.”

“At least on Mom’s side. From what I knew of your dad, he would have actually stayed awake for this sort of thing.” She cocked her head to the side. “Professor of Anthropology, right?”

Bronx nodded but bit his tongue. Crona never met his father, but he knew hers. He never got along with his half-sister’s father and was quite certain that anything he said in his presence would come off as an insult.

He returned to his paperwork.

From where they were stationed on the planet Gliese VI, they saw little action in the current civil war with the Dominion. However, they were close enough to get the wounded from nearby planets, the ones still fighting to be free of the hold of their leader, Sovereign Anekris Praymer. Bronx currently filled out a form in the medical wing for a soldier who was flown in the day before. First Petty Officer… something Prue; he couldn’t recall the soldier’s first name now. He’d been brought to Gliese VI because it was the closest facility and currently lay in a bed, the steady beep of his heart monitor the only sound that echoed in the medical wing.

It wasn’t a very large facility with its six beds and various monitors and machines, with desks for the medics on the far end. Despite being underground, the shiny metal plating surrounding them made it easy to keep clean and avoid infection.

“Manca! Sandern! I was just looking for you two. I have news!” Kazimir Ettowa entered the medical wing with a large piece of paper. He ran a free hand through his unruly black hair, his blue eyes bright.

“Your family, Kaz?” asked Crona.

Kaz nodded and handed the message to Bronx.

Found them. Had a little run-in with Negander while on Earth. Will be arriving on Gliese VI within the hour. Have Bronx bring a stretcher.

—M

“What does it mean?” asked Crona, who read it over Bronx’s shoulder.

“Obviously, someone’s hurt,” Kaz said.

“Or worse,” said Bronx quietly.

“No need to be negative just yet.” Crona pointed at the time stamp on the message. “Let’s go. They’ll be here soonish, and I want to welcome our new friends to the party.”

“I’ll help with the stretcher,” Kaz offered.

Bronx threw other necessary supplies—a pulse scanner, gauze, and tools for stitches—into a bag and slung it over his shoulder. He joined Kaz in helping with the stretcher

The beeping from Prue’s heart monitor grew erratic, and the petty officer breathed irregularly with labored and painful sounds that stopped as quickly as they began.

Bronx dropped his bag, sat down at the edge of Prue’s bed, and took off his gloves, unsure why he did it, as if his actions were not his own. His heart hammered in his chest, knowing what was about to happen, and yet he didn’t fight it; some part of him knew this was the right thing to do.

“Uh… Bronx—” began Crona as she approached him, but it was too late.

Bronx reached out and took the man’s hand. Some force pulled on what felt like a string. Teasing him, taunting him. He tugged on it hard and everything unraveled. Dread pooled in his core. He knew what he’d freed—a soul. A plume of black smoke appeared above Prue’s body, curling upwards before it dissipated in the air. Prue took one last deep breath and with a heavy sigh, he died.

“Shit,” muttered Bronx as he regained control of his body, releasing Prue’s hand like it burned him. He leaped from his seat and backed away, knocking over a tray of scalpels and tongs. The metal clanged as each of the pieces hit the ground. This was not the first time, but he always prayed it would be the last. He looked over at his sister; Crona said nothing as she put a hand to her mouth, stunned.

Bronx felt his sister approach. “Are you alright?” she asked.

Bronx’s eyes darted in her direction. His face lost all feeling, his legs weak. He’d done it again, and this time, there’d been witnesses. Shit.

Bronx rubbed his face. “I—I don’t know what happened. I don’t know what I was thinking.”

“I’m sure you had a good reason,” Kaz said.

“That’s the thing.” Bronx paced, adrenaline rushing through his legs. “I didn’t have a good reason. I just felt compelled. Like I could ease his suffering if I did something.” He rubbed his face again’.

“Well, you certainly eased his suffering. As well as any other ailment he would feel in the future,” mumbled Crona, leaning on the bed next to Prue’s.

Bronx glanced back at his sister. “You’re not funny.”

“I’m not trying to be. This is serious.”

“Of course this is serious. A man just died.” Bronx’s voice shook. He took a deep breath. “Sometimes I wonder what I’m doing here. Everything I touch dies.” He sat down in a chair next to Prue’s bed and put his head in his hands.

“That’s not true!” Kaz said.

Crona approached him, getting as close as she dared. She reached out to him, but he pulled back. “Bronx, I’ve managed to hug you loads of times before, and you haven’t killed me yet.” She pointed to her eyes. “I can see the future, remember?” She reached out quickly and pinched his cheek. “See? Haven’t killed me yet.”

Bronx pulled back and swatted her hand away. “Stop it.”

“No, you stop it.” She tried to lock eyes with him, but he refused to meet her gaze. “I’m sorry Prue died. I know you didn’t do it on purpose, but face the facts. Look at the bigger picture. You kill people with a touch—that’s your gift. I know you have no idea what you’re doing, but we will get through this, and you will learn how to control it.”

“Your sister’s right, Bronx.” Kaz hadn’t moved from his position at the foot of Prue’s bed. “We’re all still figuring things out. I know we sound like we don’t understand since our powers aren’t as deadly, but we are on your side.”

Bronx stared at his sister, his pulse rising. He knew she was right, and he hated it. It frustrated him. He wished she would just leave him alone on the subject. He may no longer wear the uniform, but his own Daer instincts still kicked in.

He took a moment to take several calming breaths before responding. “You’re both insufferable.”

Crona shrugged. “And you’re acting like a little shit. What do you want me to do? Agree with you? Oh, woe is you, Bronx! Yes, everything you touch dies. Maybe you are a freak.”

“That’s a bit much, Crona,” muttered Kaz.

“Stop it!” Bronx snarled.

“No,” she said flatly. “Because it’s not true. You are not a freak; you are doing so many good things here. Not everything you touch dies. You’re the one with the magic touch. You have a higher success rate of saving people than any other corpsmen. I know, I’ve seen the stats.”

He refused to meet her gaze. He knew he was being stubborn, but he didn’t want to listen to her.

Crona rolled her eyes, then turned to Kaz. “Come on. He stops being fun when he’s like this.” She walked to the stretcher. “I’m sure Manden and the others will be here soon.”

Bronx removed his other glove and threw both away in the trash with enough force to tip it over. “I’m coming.” He grabbed a second clean pair, put them on, and stood to help Kazimir once more with the stretcher.

“But first, can you help me put him into cold storage?” He gestured to Prue. “I’ll worry about the paperwork when we get back.”

Chapter 8

The medical wing sat at the end of a long and shiny metal-plated hallway where the Federation soldiers slept. This floor was only for women, while the men stayed below.

Bronx and Kaz carried the stretcher down the hall as Crona ran ahead to a different tunnel to grab the keys to their vehicle for the long drive to the hangar. The tunnel to the hangar was still underground, but without the metal plating. Its long row of UV lights along the low ceiling was the only hint of technology present, aside from the few cars parked at the entrance. The musty smell of fresh earth and car exhaust was more pungent here, but the stench lessened once they started driving.

As Crona drove, Bronx decided to push his current problem out of his mind and tried to think about what awaited him at the other end of the tunnel: Rei Ettowa.

When he had apprenticed with Niklaryn all those years ago, he frequently saw his mentor sneaking glances at a picture of his little sister. Niklaryn never told a soul about her, but he trusted Bronx. Bronx had heard so much about her that he felt he already knew her, yet he never thought that he would meet Rei after what happened.

Part of him expected to see the same young girl from the photo—with pigtails and missing front teeth—but he knew she was only a few years younger than him and was prepared to meet a young woman. What he hadn’t prepared for were the questions she was bound to ask about the day her brother died.

“Bronx?” Crona’s voice rang through his head like a bell. “Oy! Wake up!”

Bronx snapped out of his reverie to find that they had already arrived at the hangar. It was hidden deep within Mount Environ, several kilometers away from their base. The underground tunnel they had just traveled through allowed a veil of secrecy for the comings and goings of their soldiers. Bronx jumped out of the bed of the vehicle and approached Manden’s ship.

According to their friend, the Luciernaga was several thousand years old and resembled a hodgepodge of scrapped ships, metal pieces—some of them gold—and a few ion cannon stations that appeared to have been placed randomly, yet had been essential. Bronx swore the end result made Luciernaga look like a face with the cockpit as the eyes and the front hatch as its mouth.

The hatch opened like a long tongue, and their redheaded friend strode out to greet them. Crona ran to Manden and almost knocked him down with a big hug. Kaz followed with a hand extended.

“Are you kidding?” Manden pulled Kaz in for an embrace. “Come here, you.”

Bronx stayed behind as usual.

“Bronx,” Manden said, giving the medic a nod.

“You look familiar,” said a young man who came into view from the hatch. He was as tall as Bronx with brown hair and light eyes. For a moment, the medic thought a ghost had come back to haunt him. Niklaryn? he wanted to ask. The newcomer’s violet eyes flashed. He was someone different, and yet it still took several moments for Bronx’s heart rate to return to normal.

“Do I?” asked Bronx. “I’m sorry, I don’t know your name.”

“Arram Bronto.” The young man extended a hand to Bronx, who only stared at it.

“Bronx, doesn’t do hand shaking,” muttered Manden.

Arram pulled his hand back. “Sorry.”

Bronx shook his head. “I’ll explain later.”

“Okay.” Arram stepped out of the way, clearing the path for Kaz and Bronx to enter the ship. “You’re a Daer Knight, right?” he continued.

“I was once.” Bronx readjusted his grip on the stretcher, his heart pounding in his chest. This was the moment; he was going to meet her. The stretcher must be for either Bernie or Rei.

“He still is a Daer,” added Crona.

“Well, I-I’m sure Rei will be excited to meet you,” was all Arram said as his eyes stared at the floor, the muscles in his jaw flexing.

“Where is she, by the way?” interjected Crona.

“She’s probably with Bernie,” Manden said, walking toward his ship.

He, with Kaz helping on the other end, continued hauling the stretcher up the ramp into the first room of the ship—the cargo hold.

“We’re in the infirmary.” Manden’s voice echoed from the belly of the ship. The infirmary sat behind the cargo hold, currently filled with plants from every corner of the star cluster. A mix of lilac and magnolia filled Bronx’s nose.

The men maneuvered the stretcher around the mesh metal staircase that led up to the rooms, kitchen, and cockpit.

Bronx sneezed as they ventured through what appeared to be a small forest, lightly brushing against several pots of vines overflowing onto the floor. He continued to the infirmary where Manden and Bernie stood on either side of a bed.

“I didn’t want to leave her alone in case she suddenly woke up. That’s why I didn’t come out earlier,” Bernie said quietly. She turned and saw that the combat medic had entered. “Hey, Bronx, Kaz.”

Bronx didn’t answer. All his thoughts focused on the unconscious woman lying before him in blood-splattered clothes. Rei Ettowa appeared to be asleep, her dark hair framing her face. His pulse raced.

Not long after Niklaryn was gone, he dreamed about a beautiful woman who made his heart stop with a smile. Time had since obscured many of the details, but he clearly remembered Rei’s face.

He never told anyone about it, thinking that she was some subconscious fantasy. But somehow his brain must have created the woman of his dreams from memories of Rei. Thank the gods Nik wasn’t here. He knew he shouldn’t have impure thoughts about his mentor’s kid sister—no matter how attractive she may be.

He pulled the pulse scanner out of his bag, placed it on her neck, and read the little screen. The lines blipped, showing a strong and steady heartbeat.

He lowered his face toward hers to better hear her breathing—slow and steady. He pulled away, using all his willpower to not lean in closer. His eyes glanced over the rest of her body, trying to the find the source of the blood on her clothes.

“I don’t see a wound,” he said.

“Just a graze from a bullet. I already patched her up.” Manden pointed to Rei’s other side.

“Very nice.” He admired the tiny stitches. It was no surprise knowing Manden’s history on the battlefield. “And the rest of the blood?”

“Unlucky victim,” Bernie said.

Bronx helped Manden move her to the stretcher; he double-checked that the gloves reached his sleeves so that not an inch of skin was exposed. One could never be too careful.

“What happened?” Bronx took one end of the stretcher while Manden held the other, leading it out of the infirmary and through the cargo hold.

“As I said in my message,” Manden said, “we had a run in with the Negander. They attacked the town, trying to get to Rei and Arram. Bernie, Hotara, and I managed to save them in time; however, the Negander had already killed Sagitan and his wife.” He gazed down at their unconscious newcomer. “This little lady was angry. Her powers came out for the first time and fried them.”

“It was quite a sight,” Bernie said.

“She used too much energy and passed out,” Manden said. “It happens to people like her at some point in their lives.”

“Where is Hotara?” Kaz asked.

“I sent her to Tas’und’eash. With any luck, she can rally the rest of the Volocio to help with our cause.”

The group continued out of the ship and back toward the vehicle. Arram took Rei from Bronx and helped Manden carry the stretcher.

They brought Rei to the medical bay and laid her down on an empty bed. Bronx made sure it was far away from where Prue had passed earlier.

He placed a heart monitor on her finger and waited for the steady beep to fill the silence in the room. Arram stood nearby, his eyes never leaving Rei’s face. Bronx imagined how concerned he must have been.

“Come, Arram.” Crona linked arms with him. “They’re still serving dinner in the mess hall. You look like you could use some food.”

“I feel uncomfortable leaving her here,” he said quietly.

“I’ll stay,” offered Bronx. “I’m still on duty here.”

Arram nodded and allowed Crona to lead him out the room with Kaz following.

Crona stopped at the door and quickly glanced in Bronx’s direction. “Should I bring you something, too, Brother?”

Bronx shook his head. “I know where Ayres hides his snacks. I’ll be fine.”

Manden stayed behind, watching Bronx thoughtfully. The redhead always did that when he studied one of them—as though he were trying to see more of Bronx than what was there.

“Yes, Manden?”

He cocked his head to the side. “I’m desperate to know what you’re thinking.”

“Thinking?”

“About her.” Manden gestured to Rei lying between them.

Bronx couldn’t shake the feeling of having met her before, but that was impossible. “Well,” he finally answered, “she’s a great conversationalist.”

Manden chuckled. “Jokes aside, smart ass. I really want to know. I’ve been looking forward to the two of you meeting for a long time.”

The medic shrugged. “Kind of hard to have a meeting when one’s unconscious.”

Manden waved his hand dismissively in Bronx’s direction “Bah. Details.”

“Does this have to do with him?”

“Yes.”

Of course it did. Everything in Bronx’s life the last few years always came back to that man, and a part of him resented it.

“I’m sure you’ve felt some of his memories. As dreams, perhaps?”

Bronx clenched his sweaty palms, which stuck to his gloves. “Dreams?”

“Your sister once told me about dreams she had before her powers manifested. Kaz, too. That’s what they are. Memories. I watched Rei go through hers, so I’m just taking a leap here.”

It was bad enough Bronx shared the same gift and the same face as the man in question. But Manden suggested they had the same taste in women. The idea didn’t sit well with him, but his body already betrayed him whenever he looked in her direction. His pulse elevated and his mouth had gone dry.
Manden still watched him, waiting for a response. But Bronx didn’t want to talk about that, so he stuck with a truth he was comfortable with.

“I’m relieved she’s here and she’s safe.”

“Oh?”

“You remember me telling you how I knew Niklaryn? We were close friends. Close enough that I was the only person he told about her. Not everything—only that she needed to be protected. He made me vow to protect her if something happened to him.”

“You’ve done a great job doing that all these years,” Manden said dryly.

“Niklaryn forgot to give me the minor yet crucial detail of where she was hidden. I knew Earth, but that was it. Then there was the problem that no one else knew about her, so who could I ask? It turned out your wife hid her all along.” Bronx laughed. The universe really wanted them to meet. He believed it was some cruel joke.

“You’ll have a chance to uphold that vow now, Bronx. I don’t know how she’s going to react when she wakes up. The last few days have been overwhelming for her. You saw how Arram is handling things and he just lost his grandparents. Rei lost everyone she knew and grew up with. Infiernen and his Negander destroyed her entire town. Her powers manifested out of pure rage. She brought down countless Negander and turned them into charred husks.”

Bronx’s eyes widened, and his heart stopped at the mention of Infiernen. He hunted her, too? It made sense. The Negander had been hunting Bronx and the others for years now.

He studied Rei. He didn’t think she would be so dangerous—almost as dangerous as he was. The idea of no longer being the only one with lethal gifts gave him a little comfort, especially if it meant protecting the others against the Negander.

“You and I are the ones with the most battle experience,” continued Manden. “We’ve seen the most. We also know what happens to those who experience trauma and have no support group to help them through it. These two are the only survivors of that massacre. Just be prepared.”
“Of course.” Trauma was something Bronx knew plenty about.

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Author M.L. Tishner

Author M.L. Tishner

About the Author
Mari, a native Hoosier, currently lives in southern Germany where she entertains people with her adventures as an American expat in the Land of Beer and Pretzels on her blog adventuresoflamari.com as well as the adventures of her pugs, Abner and Roxy. When she’s not writing, Mari cooks, snowboards, dances to the beat of her own drum, reads late into the night, and binge watches Netflix with her husband. The God Queen is her debut novel.

 

 

 

 

 

 

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About the Book
Title: SAVAGE LOVE
Series: Love Like This Series #1
Author: Cassia Leo
Publisher: Gloss Publishing, LLC
Release Date: May 25, 2021
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When I walked into the bar across from the hospital, all I wanted was a drink to help me forget the worst day of my life. What I got was sexy, mysterious Jake Maxwell and the most amazing one-night stand of my life.

Months later, he seeks me out with an unconventional offer: He’d like to take me and my dog for a walk.

My lazy dog could use the exercise, and I could use something to distract me from the pain of my sister’s death. Jake’s bad puns, gorgeous smile, and protective nature turn out to be the perfect medicine for my injured soul.

But just like the day we met, that one date turns into so much more. And as Jake and I grow closer, it becomes difficult to separate his pain from my own.

All I want is to share the burden of his secret. But some truths are too savage to be spoken.

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Colette

When we’ve finished lathering Gary, I let the water out of the tub and pass the handheld shower-head to Jake, so he can do the rinsing. Twice, Gary tries to shake the water off before Jake is done, soaking our shirts with soapy, gray bathwater. Eventually, I remember that this is supposed to be a lesson. So I show Jake how to stop him from shaking off the water by placing his hand on Gary’s head.

Afterward, I give Jake the large orange bath sheet I’ve designated for Gary, and he drapes it over him. He spends a few minutes towel-drying him, then he wraps the bath sheet around his damp body, lifts him out of the tub, and cradles my boy in his arms like a baby.

He nuzzles Gary’s wet nose, and my dog takes this as an invitation to settle his snout into the crook of Jake’s solid neck. “You were a very good boy,” Jake coos. “Yes, you were.”

I stare at him as my heart turns to mush. “Sorry about your shirt.”

He laughs as Gary licks his neck.

“I don’t mind,” he says, glancing at my chest. “But you might want to change yours.”

I look down and gasp. My nipples are showing through the light-pink top I’m wearing.

Jake follows me out of the bathroom with Gary still cradled in his arms. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”

I tug open the second drawer of my dresser and pull out a purple UW T-shirt. When I turn around, I find Jake and Gary lying on my bed, smiling at each other as he continues to towel-dry him. What the fuck is going on here?

“Am I getting swooped by a Golden Retriever?” I say as I unfold the T-shirt.

“Excuse me, but we’re trying to have a moment here,” Jake says, scratching Gary’s belly as Gary attempts to make himself comfortable on my pillow.

“Well, can you close your eyes for a moment, so I can change my shirt?”

He looks at me with obvious confusion. “Are you serious?”

I roll my eyes and briskly remove my top, revealing that I’m not wearing a bra.

“Happy now?” I say as I pull on the clean T-shirt.

He stops scratching Gary’s belly and reaches down to adjust the crotch of his jeans as his gaze zeroes in on my chest.

“I should get going.” He springs up from the bed, giving Gary a mild startle. “Sorry, buddy.”

“I thought this was nothing you hadn’t seen before?” I say, grinning at the effect my body has on him.

He shakes his head. “Yeah, but that’s like when an alcoholic tells you they’ll be fine having just one beer. Never believe that shit.”

I finish pulling my hair out of the back of my T-shirt. “So, you’re the alcoholic and I’m the beer in this analogy, right?”

Now that I’m fully clothed, he allows his gaze to wander the length of my body from my bare feet all the way upward until his eyes meet mine.

“I’d say you’re more of a bourbon straight up, but yes. You’re dangerous,” he says, maintaining a safe distance between us.

My brow furrows at the word dangerous. “Do you mean that in general? Or am I only dangerous to you? ’Cause, honestly, I think I’m pretty boring.”

He shakes his head as I make my way toward him. “Trust me, boring is not a word I’d use to describe you.”

I stop a few feet away from him to respect his personal space. “Speaking of drinking, are you thirsty? Can I interest you in a glass of the finest tap water in America?”

The change of subject seems to put him at ease.

“Actually, I’ve answered a lot of your questions today. But there’s one question you haven’t answered for me yet.”

“Shoot.”

He flashes me a charming smile, and it definitely looks like he’s been dying to get something off his chest. “I already answered this question for you, so it’s my turn to ask it… Have you thought of me since that night?”

I chuckle at the insinuation that I could somehow forget the best and worst day of my life. “You’re kidding, right?”

He looks pleased with my response. “Is that a yes?”

“Uh… that’s a big yes. I mean…” My voice trails off as memories of that day flash in my mind: his arms carrying me, his solid chest pressing me against the shower wall, the way he knew exactly how I wanted to be kissed, the way he effortlessly slipped into the role of friend-slash-lover-slash-caregiver, then just as easily slipped away into the night. “You’re not exactly easy to forget.”

His smile is tempered by this disclosure. “I do aim to please.”

The response feels hollow, almost as if he’s uncomfortable being thought of as unforgettable. Some people are naturally bad at accepting praise. Dahlia would say this kind of behavior is a trauma response.

Maybe it makes him uneasy to picture me thinking about him every day. Was he hoping I’d say he barely crossed my mind? Was he being hyperbolic last night when he claimed he thought of me every day?

Maybe I’m just overthinking this.

“Do you have to get going?” I ask as he takes his phone out of his pocket to glance at the screen.

“Yeah, I have a meeting in the morning with—well, it’s about tips.”

My eyebrows pinch together as I feel a little confused. “You’re having a meeting about bar tips?”

My question makes him laugh. “No, not bar tips. T-I-P-S is the acronym for the software project. I just call it tips. It’s easier.”

I cast a sideways glance in his direction. “Are you allowed to tell me what T-I-P-S stands for?”

“No, but don’t worry. It’s not very interesting. Unlike you.”

I smile at his uncanny ability to always bring the subject back to me.

“Okay,” I say, accepting his inability to discuss the project.

I try not to let my disappointment show, but the secretiveness surrounding his work feels like one more roadblock to getting to know Jake. And now that he’s leaving so soon after I basically flashed my breasts at him, I question whether I’ve misread him.

His expression becomes serious as he holds my gaze for a long moment.

“I’m not leaving because I want to,” he clarifies, and his tone is urgent with the need for me to believe him. “I’m leaving because I don’t want to mess this up again. Okay?”

My body tingles as I’m flooded with feel-good chemicals. “Okay.”

I remind myself of Dahlia’s warning to not get caught up questioning whether Jake likes me. So, instead, I take her advice and ask myself, do I like Jake?

Of course, I like him. And now that I think about it, it’s ridiculous to question if he feels the same. The question isn’t whether we like each other. The real question is, are we right for each other?

And there’s only one way to find out.

As I lead him to the door, the feel-good chemicals slowly dissipate as I worry this is the last time I’m going to see him. But as I place my hand on the door handle, I freeze when I feel his body pressed softly against my back.

“You smell really fucking good,” he murmurs as he gently turns me around so we’re facing each other.

I swallow hard as his gaze lands on my mouth. “So do you.”

The corner of his mouth curves upward.

“Is this okay?” he whispers, brushing the backs of his fingers over my cheek.

I nod. “Yes.”

His hand moves down slowly, grazing my jaw as he reaches around to clasp the back of my neck.

“And this?”

I nod again as his fingers slip under the hair at my nape, gently closing around it.

“How about this?” he says, leaning forward to lay a soft kiss on my cheek.

The sensation of his scruff and his lips against my skin sends a jolt of pleasure coursing through me. I nod slowly to let him know what he’s doing is very okay, and he responds by tightening his grip ever so slightly on my hair. The throbbing between my legs transforms into a painful ache as my need to kiss him becomes unbearable.

He softly brushes his lips down my cheek and places a tender kiss on the corner of my mouth.

“I’ve been dreaming of having you for months,” he murmurs as the enormous bulge in his jeans presses against my belly. “But this time, I’m going to be patient and take my time with you.”

I reach up to grab fistfuls of his T-shirt for support as my knees get weak.

“Being patient isn’t all it’s cracked up to be,” I whisper as I struggle to catch my breath. “I mean, patience has gotten us Game of Thrones fans nowhere.”

He takes my face in his hands and looks me in the eye. “There will be a next time. I promise.”

I want to point out that he said something similar before he skipped out on me in the middle of the night, but I remind myself that we’d only known each other for a few hours then. And we didn’t have sex today, so it’s not like he used me so he could take my dog for a walk. For now, his promise is enough to assuage my worries about him disappearing again.

I flash him a warm smile to let him know I believe him. Mercifully, he takes my gesture as permission to kiss me.

His mouth lands softly over mine. His kiss just feels so right. Even with the rasp of his new facial hair abrading my lips, it’s as perfect as it was that night; as if he’s the first and only man I’ve ever kissed. Like we invented the kiss and everyone else just copied us.

When he pulls away, my head feels heavy, my thoughts fuzzy, as if I’ve downed a few cocktails. But I know it’s just the intoxicating effects of Jake’s touch.

The corner of his mouth pulls upward as he seems to recognize the effect he has on me. “I’ll text you later.”

He places one last kiss on the tip of my nose before he opens the door to leave. I stand partially in the doorway, holding the door slightly ajar as he heads toward the stairs. He glances back a couple of times with that sexy grin that makes me want to straddle him. The sight elicits a sigh from deep in my chest.

But my mind snaps back to reality when the door across the hallway opens, and my creepy neighbor emerges. As if they can sense something is wrong, Gary is suddenly prodding the backs of my legs, and Jake looks over his shoulder one last time before he descends the stairs. When he glimpses the man in the hallway, his gaze locks on him with an intensity I’ve seen in his eyes before, but never really understood.

I glance at my neighbor, but Jake’s presence gives me the courage not to smile this time. When I turn back to Jake, he’s stopped at the top of the stairs, watching and waiting, as if he can sense my uneasiness from thirty feet away.

“Hey,” my creepy neighbor says, glancing at my legs as Gary pushes his snout through my thighs, trying desperately to get past me.

I don’t respond to him, and he laughs.

“Is something funny?” I ask, reaching down to grab Gary’s collar as he’s now trying to squeeze past me through the gap between my leg and the doorframe.

My creepy neighbor stops in the corridor and turns his body halfway toward me. “I’m just trying to be friendly, but you seem to think you’re too good to say hi to me. So, yeah, I think it’s funny that you think I give a shit.”

My eyes widen as my pulse races. “You think I don’t say hi to you because I think I’m too good for you?”

But before he can answer, Jake arrives and positions himself between us.

“Is something wrong?” Jake asks me as he shoots the guy a deadly glare.

“No, it’s just neighbor stuff,” I reply, but I immediately regret downplaying the way this guy puts me so on edge.

I don’t want to get in a feud with my neighbor, but I also don’t want to feel threatened by this man’s aggressive insecurities every time I open my front door.

Unsatisfied with my answer, Jake turns to my neighbor. “Is there a problem?”

They’re both about the same height, but I’m certain that if this became physical, Jake would rip my skinny neighbor to shreds. And I wouldn’t want Jake to get in trouble for something like that.

My neighbor casts an unfriendly glance in my direction. “I don’t got any problems, man.”

Maintaining my grip on Gary’s collar, I venture into the hallway, letting the door close behind me so I can position myself and my dog between Jake and the creepy guy. But this only excites Gary and, as if he too is emboldened by Jake’s presence, my docile old man begins barking.

My neighbor doesn’t appreciate it, sneering at Gary the way he usually does.

“He’s supposed to be on a leash,” he remarks, then he turns around and heads toward the stairs.

“How about you mind your fucking business?” Jake calls after him.

Jake’s voice is calm, almost playful, as if he’s daring him to say or try something.

My neighbor stops in the middle of the corridor and turns around. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”

Jake closes the distance between them in a few strides and my neighbor appears afraid as he takes a few steps back, bumping into the wall behind him.

“We’ll see about what?” Jake says, getting in his face. “Is that a threat? Are you threatening her?”

My heart is pounding out of my chest as I’m frozen in place.

“I’m not threatening her, but she needs to keep that dog on a leash. It’s the building rules,” my neighbor says, his words tumbling out fast as he repeatedly glances in my direction, as if he’s silently pleading with me to intervene.

My body breaks out of freeze-mode and moves into fight-mode as I open the door and push Gary inside.

“You know I never have Gary off-leash,” I say to my neighbor, then I make my way to Jake and carefully place a hand on his arm. “He can’t actually make a complaint.”

Jake’s chest rises and falls heavily as he continues to stare at my neighbor. “Are you going to leave her alone?”

“I won’t make a complaint.”

“That’s not what I asked,” Jake says, his tone low and deadly now. “I asked if you’re going to leave her alone.”

My neighbor glances at me and nods.

Jake’s fists are clenched at his sides as he steps back and nods toward the stairs. “Leave.”

My neighbor wastes no time disappearing down the stairwell. When I can no longer hear his footsteps, I look up at Jake. His eyes are fixed on the stairwell as the rise and fall of his chest slows. After a moment, he turns to me and his face is a mixture of emotions, some of which I can’t discern. But I definitely recognize regret and anger.

“I hope I didn’t scare you. It just pisses me off when guys try to intimidate women for just existing.”

“That’s a pretty accurate description of my relationship with that neighbor.”

He looks concerned now. “How long has he been harassing you?”

“I wouldn’t exactly call it harassment, but—”

“It’s harassment. That guy has creeper written all over his fucking face.”

I pause as I consider whether I should downplay how much I agree with his assessment. “It’s only been a couple of times that he’s made me feel uncomfortable. But I’m sure he’ll think twice about it now.”

“A couple of times is twice too many. If he says or does anything again, you need to come to me.”

“I’ll just tell management about it.”

Jake shakes his head, and his eyes are filled with a blazing need for me to understand him. “No, you don’t understand. They won’t do anything. He pays rent just like you, and they always give these creeps the benefit of the doubt. You come to me. You understand?”

I nod, almost afraid to disagree with him. “I do. And I will. I’ll tell you if he does anything else.”

He heaves a deep sigh of relief. “Fuck. I should get going. But I’m definitely going to text you later.”

He grabs my face and kisses my forehead before pulling me into a tight hug. I bury my face in his chest as I wrap my arms around his waist.

“I don’t want you to be scared,” he says, kissing the top of my head before he lets go of me.

“I’m not,” I assure him.

He nods, but he doesn’t seem convinced.

“Lock your door,” he says, flashing me a guarded smile as he turns to leave.

As he descends the stairs, I wonder why that entire encounter felt strange to me. It isn’t until I’m back inside, and running the dog brush through Gary’s fur, that I’m finally able to put my finger on it.

Jake seems to feel my neighbor presents more of a danger to me than I do. Is this because men are better able to sense another man’s ill intentions? Or is Jake one of those volatile guys who can never resist the opportunity for a confrontation?

I shake my head at this thought as Gary rolls onto his back to discourage me from brushing his fur.

I recall how Jake helped me with Gary today. I don’t think he’s the type of guy who goes looking for a fight. He seems more like the guy who goes looking for someone to save. But this could be because his father was a literal hero who flew around in a helicopter rescuing people.

Whatever it is, I think what matters most is that I feel safe with him. Whether I know him enough to justify those feelings is a chance every woman—and man—takes when starting a new relationship. I hope this safe feeling lasts.

After I’m done grooming Gary, and I’ve settled down into bed around midnight, my phone buzzes on my nightstand.

Jake: Are you safe in bed?

I reply with a selfie of just my face and the covers tucked under my chin.

Jake: What do you have on underneath those blankets?

I hesitate as I consider sending him a picture of my black panties and bare breasts, but I decide against it as I remember his comment about patience.

Me: Just a T-shirt and panties.

Jake: What kind of T-shirt?

Me: Actually, I’m not wearing a shirt.

Jake: And you sent me a pic of your covers pulled up to your chin?

Me: I didn’t want to get you too excited.

Jake: Good call. Just the thought of it has me dangerously close to hopping in my truck and heading straight over there.

Me: In that case, I lied about the underwear too.

Jake: I want you to touch yourself tonight. And I want you to imagine it’s my mouth on you while you do it.

Me: Okay. Anything else you want me to do?

Jake: I want you to come to the bar this weekend and meet my friends.

I stare wide-eyed at the text message as I try to think of a response.

Me: Are you sure?

Jake: I’m positive. I’ll pick you up Saturday at 9:30. Cool?

I bite my lip as a million questions mingle in my mind. Is this too fast? Is this a test? Do I actually want to do this?

My muscles warm as I remind myself I have a gorgeous man who wants to protect me and support me. And he’s considering making me a part of his life.

My body relaxes into the mattress and an uncontrollable grin spreads across my face. The cocktail of emotions I’m feeling right now is exactly what I needed when I walked into Jake’s bar four months ago. It took him a few tries, but he finally got it right.

Me: Cool.

Jake: Goodnight, baby.

Me: Goodnight, 007.

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SAVAGE LOVE, the first book in the adult contemporary romance series, Love Like This, by New York Times bestselling author, Cassia Leo is Available Now!

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Author Cassia Leo

Author Cassia Leo

About the Author
New York Times bestselling author Cassia Leo loves her coffee, chocolate, and margaritas with salt. When she’s not writing, she spends way too much time re-watching Game of Thrones and Sex and the City. When she’s not binge watching, she’s usually enjoying the Oregon rain with a hot cup of coffee and a book.

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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THE IMMORTAL GAME by Talia Rothschild and A.C. Harvey

 

Welcome to the blog tour for THE IMMORTAL GAME, a stand-alone young adult fantasy by Talia Rothschild and A.C. Harvey

Welcome to the blog tour for THE IMMORTAL GAME, a stand-alone young adult fantasy by Talia Rothschild and A.C. Harvey. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on their giveaway.

THE IMMORTAL GAME, a stand-alone young adult fantasy by Talia Rothschild and A.C. Harvey

THE IMMORTAL GAME by Talia Rothschild and A.C. Harvey

About the Book
Title:
THE IMMORTAL GAME
Authors: Talia Rothschild and A.C. Harvey
Publisher: Swoon Reads
Release Date: May 25, 2021
Genre: Young Adult Fantasy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE | Amazon FR | Amazon IT | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo | Google Play

Synopsis
An exiled goddess goes on a quest to clear her name and save Mount Olympus in Talia Rothschild & A C Harvey’s action-packed young adult debut, The Immortal Game!

Galene, daughter of Poseidon, desperately wants to earn her place among the gods. But when a violent attack leaves Mount Olympus in chaos and ruins, she is accused of the crime. Banished from Olympus, Galene sets out to prove her innocence and discovers a more deadly plot—one that threatens even the oldest of Immortals.

Fortunately, she has allies who willingly join her in exile:

A lifelong friend who commands the wind.
A defiant warrior with deadly skill.
A fire-wielder with a hero’s heart.
A mastermind who plays life like a game.

All-out war is knocking at the gates. Galene and her friends are the only ones who can tip the scales toward justice, but their choices could save Olympus from total annihilation, or be the doom of them all.

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Excerpt
I will walk off that battlefield a victor.

She crossed into the stadium.

The crowd erupted into a roar, and Galene blinked in the sunlight.

The massive amphitheater stretched one hundred and fifty feet wide and twice as long. A wall encircled the dirt grounds, and above it, packed stands rose into the sky, a mosaic of dully colored tunics with spots of shining armor. It roiled as the crowd rose and fell, waving arms and cheering. Every god on Mount Olympus must have been there, along with visiting gods and goddesses who’d turned up for the event.

The sound was deafening, exhilarating. Jeers mingled with the revelry, but Galene ignored those. She pulled back her shoulders and lifted her chin, turning to find the small section of her fellow Unnamed—the young gods and goddesses who were still mortal. Iyana would take her seat there soon. She raised her hand toward them in acknowledgement.

In the front rows of the stands closest to her, on elevated seats, were the most powerful of all the gods: the Twelve Olympians. The rulers of both Mount Olympus and the humans below.

They watched her, glowing with power, the only silent spectators. Four decks of cards sat on a table before them, glowing like the Olympians themselves.

The Decks of Fate.

Despite the clear sky, a crack of thunder echoed throughout the stadium.

The crowd hushed instantly, and the King of Olympus, God of the Sky, stood. Above his trimmed, dark beard, Zeus’s storm-gray eyes scanned the crowd.

“Six months ago, the council of the Twelve Olympians enacted a new requirement: Poseidon’s children and my own are to take their Immortality Trials three years early, at the age of eighteen.” Zeus did not shout, but his words carried clearly to all listening. “With the powerful gifts bestowed upon our children, they are fit for this greater challenge.” He fixed his eyes on Galene. She inclined her head in deference. “Galene Unnamed is the first to face this new requirement. Today she will prove whether she is worthy to join the pantheon.”

The crowd cheered once more, and chills raced down Galene’s arms. She was ready—this was an opportunity. The Fates were giving her a chance to prove herself.

Zeus’s eyes focused solely on her. “Choose your terrain.”

Galene held his gaze. “Water.”

Zeus nodded, unsurprised, then turned to Poseidon. “If you will.”

Galene’s father stood. The Earth-shaker, God of the Seas, was tall like his brother, but not as broad. His long hair and beard were dark gray and unkempt, and a wild spark kindled in the sea-green eyes Galene had inherited. He looked at her only for a moment, offering barely a nod before turning away. She steeled herself.

Poseidon raised his arms, and the ground shook.

Widening her stance, Galene looked down. The dirt fractured, creating a circle around her a few paces in diameter. Cracks shot outward, webbing across the arena floor to break up the smooth, packed dirt. Clumps and boulders of loose earth trembled beneath Poseidon’s power, then tumbled downward, into the gaping fissures.

Piece by piece the arena floor fell away, crumbling until Galene was standing on a pinnacle, staring into an abyssal pit. Her stomach lurched at her sudden height, but Poseidon was not done. Through the rubble far below, water rose. It sloshed over the rocks and boulders, climbing rapidly until it surrounded Galene, leaving only a short drop between her and its settling surface.

She looked back to the Olympians. Her father’s face was grim as he retook his seat.

“Now let the Fates choose your opponent.” Zeus flicked his hand, and one of the Decks of Fate scattered forward, as though blown by the wind. Tumbling through the air, the golden cards spun toward Galene, slowing as they approached. Most of the deck came to a stop, hanging in the air like leaves on an invisible tree. Five cards, however, came closer, aligning themselves at Galene’s eye level.

“Choose three,” Zeus reminded her.

Galene reached up and hesitated. Don’t overthink it. She touched two on the left and one beside the far right. They glowed brighter, hanging there until all the other cards drew back, returning to a neat pile on the table.

The gold coating on the first card dissolved to reveal an image and printed words.

It depicted a whale-like sea creature with a gaping mouth lined with rows of long teeth.

Body of Cetus, the card read.

Galene swallowed. She had expected one of the cards to be monstrous—at least now she’d gotten the worst out of the way.

She turned to the second. Its golden coat, too, disappeared.

A giant gryphon was emblazoned on it, the fur and feathers shining with gold.

Hide of the Gryphiekin.

She blinked in shock. The King of the Gryphons’ eagle-and-lion hide was like armor, nearly impenetrable. This card was as bad as the first—drawing blood would be formidable, let alone killing whatever hybrid creature these cards would create.

Turning to the third and final card, Galene sent a silent prayer to the Fates. Please be something to balance these out—sight of a cyclops or something.

The gold disappeared, and she felt the ichor drain from her cheeks.

Heads of Scylla.

No.

Galene looked between them again. She had to have misread them—there had to be a mistake. But no: Body of Cetus, Hide of the Gryphiekin, Heads of Scylla. Each individual card could change any two basic creature qualities into a deadly beast, but all three together . . .

She clenched her fists, digging her nails into her palms. This six-headed monster would be huge, smart, and nearly impossible to wound. I don’t know if I can do this. Her legs trembled, and she hoped the Olympians couldn’t tell.

The cards flew back, presenting themselves to the Twelve. Behind them, gods and goddesses leaned forward to get a look at the cards. Shocked murmurs rose, rippling around Galene as the word of her opponent was passed around the stadium.

Excitement began to vibrate through the crowd, people realizing that if nothing else, they were about to get a show.

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Author Talia Rothschild

Author Talia Rothschild

About the Author
Talia Rothschild, Italian American, is passionate about stories in many forms—music, dance, photography, film and, of course, great novels. She believes in thick hot chocolate and creamer in your tea. When she’s not happily writing, she’s mothering the sweetest baby girl and making memories with her husband. Her debut book The Immortal Game, coauthored with A. C. Harvey, hits the shelves May 2021.

 

 

 

 

 

Where to find Talia Rothschild
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Author A.C. Harvey

Author A.C. Harvey

About the Author
Ashleigh Harvey is teaching high school physics and bringing her writing dreams to life. English-born and world-traveled, she loves filling her life with new adventures, such as visiting a new country or exploring the Wild West with her husband. She also finds escape in movies, music, literature, and yearly comic conventions. The Immortal Game is her debut novel, created alongside Talia Rothschild, her close friend.

 

 

 

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Blog Tour – Excerpt – ROCK HARD (Chord Brothers Series) by M.J. Roberts

 

Welcome to the blog tour for ROCK HARD, the first book in the adult contemporary rock star romance series, Chord Brothers, by M.J. Roberts

Welcome to the blog tour for ROCK HARD, the first book in the adult contemporary rock star romance series, Chord Brothers, by M.J. Roberts. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

ROCK HARD, the first book in the adult contemporary rock star romance series, Chord Brothers, by M.J. Roberts

ROCK HARD (Chord Brothers Series #1) by M.J. Roberts

About the Book
Title: ROCK HARD
Series: Chord Brothers Series #1
Author: M.J. Roberts
Publisher: Eminent Press
Release Date: December 27, 2018
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Rock Star Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE | Amazon IT | Amazon FR | Audible

Synopsis
Drummer Ryder Chord has been living half a life since he was sixteen when a brutal tragedy strikes his family and he and his best friend hit the road. Ryder, desperate to forget, throws himself into touring life and writing music. When Lexi joins the band, Ryder’s life becomes almost tolerable. Until one day when the rest of the band isn’t there and Ryder and Lexi have to share a hotel room: with only one bed.

Rule number one of band-dom: You never sleep with anyone in the band.

Rule number one of bro code: You never sleep with anyone’s sister. You definitely never sleep with your best friend’s little sister.

Rule number it’s so obvious it’s a count even a drummer can keep: You Never. Ever. Sleep with your best friend’s little sister when she’s in the band…and he is too.

** “A moving, funny, white-hot sexy romp that fans of Lauren Blakely, Nora Roberts, and Janet Evanovich will love.” – Smart Woman’s Steamy Romance Reviews.

 

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Teaser from ROCK HARD, the first book in the adult contemporary rock star romance series, Chord Brothers, by M.J. Roberts

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Excerpt
At about 2:19 a.m. I finally fall asleep. At around 3:30 there’s a soft knock on my door. I’m fully awake in an instant. Remembering how Lexi needed me when water was dripping on her head, I jump up, run to the door and throw it open.

“Lexi, what’s wrong!” I put my hands on the side of her face. I search her expression, which seems, I don’t know, slightly scared, worried. Which makes me worried.

“Lexi, what is it?” I ask.

But she doesn’t say anything. She just stares up at me. She’s wearing a short, silk burgundy-colored robe I’ve never seen before.

“Lexi, what is it?” I ask again. “What do you need?”

“You,” she says.

I blink. I stare down at her, and my brain refuses to understand. My tongue plasters to the roof of my mouth. Lexi reaches up and touches my biceps, and the spell that has me frozen is temporarily broken.

“Ryder? Ryder, say something.”

I blink again.

“Lexi. I’m not sure what you mean. I’m right here.”

Her voice is soft. So soft I have to bend down a little to hear her. I’ve been playing drums long enough that I have a bit of hearing loss.

“I can’t sleep without you. I haven’t been able to sleep since Detroit.”

I straighten up. “Sure you have,” I say like an idiot. “You don’t toss and turn. You don’t get up.” I think of myself, the hours I spend staring at the ceiling of my own bunk.

“But I don’t really sleep, not well. Not deep sleep. Not like I slept when I was with you.”

Lexi takes a step closer, and the smell of bursting orange blossoms wafts up.

“Ryder…” she says softly.

She opens the sash of her robe, and it reveals a mostly see-through, burgundy-tinted babydoll nightgown that barely reaches the top of her thighs.

Fuuuuuuck.

I groan.

“Lexi, we can’t.”

She closes that last inch between us and plants a tiny kiss on my chest. The barest of touches.

And I snap.

I grab her, haul her up my body, and smash our lips together. In two giants steps I’ve got her pressed against the wall, her legs wrapped around me, all the pent-up need and want I’ve been so good at keeping caged in, tethered, is pulsing out into her. I fist her hair, tilt her head, and plunder her mouth.

Fuck. God. She tastes so good. Incredible. God. Fuck.

“Lex…” I say as I break away.

“More,” she breathes.

“We shouldn’t,” I manage.

“Right,” she says, but then she kisses me again, and fuck, I don’t give a damn, because, yes, this is Lexi, and all I can think about is tasting her again, more, yes. How soft her tongue is and how out of control I am. I carry her to the bed and part of me tries to reel it in, take it slow, but I don’t want to. Not even a little.

I want to devour her. Every single inch.

Lexi. My Lexi.

Yes.

Then I’m on top of her and nothing has ever felt more right in the whole world. The blood is pounding in my ears, and I kiss down her neck and then my hands are on her breasts, God, her breasts. I can’t think, everything becomes a haze of pure lust, heat, a throbbing sound of need, the contrast between hard and soft, and the perfection of our rhythm together.

I manage to break for a second. “Lex, are you sure?”

“So sure.”

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Author M.J. Roberts

Author M.J. Roberts

About the Author
M. J. Roberts is a writer, editor, and teacher – with more than two million copies of her stories in circulation worldwide, Roberts is well loved for creating characters who feel as real as your most cherished friends. Roberts works to diligently to create believable, lovable characters, witty dialogue, prose ripe with metaphor, exciting plot twists, action that keeps you on the edge of your seat, and romance scenes that sizzle.

Roberts is a multiple award-winning author including first place in the prestigious Summer Lovin’ Romance Literary Contest 2015 for the novel Risk Your Heart.

Roberts also writes under the pen name Natasha Action. Roberts is originally from New York but lives in the southern United States for the purpose of endless comic material.

She’s married to a professional musician (A.K.A. The Rock and Roll God) because she is too busy tormenting imaginary characters and counting her blessing to pursue her longtime dream of Rock n’ Roll stardom herself.

 

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Blog Tour – Review – GUTTER GIRL (Twin River High Series) by Lynn Rush and Kelly Anne Blount

 

Welcome to the blog tour for GUTTER GIRL, the first book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Twin River High, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Lynn Rush and Kelly Anne Blount

GUTTER GIRL, the first book in the young adult contemporary romance series, Twin River High, by New York Times and USA Today bestselling authors Lynn Rush and Kelly Anne Blount

GUTTER GIRL (Twin River High Series #1) by Lynn Rush and Kelly Anne Blount

5 out of 5 stars

Synopsis
Star football player Jace Rovers has a secret. And not just any secret—a shocking secret… He writes romance. The kind with swords. And dresses. And kissing.

Nobody knows. Not the other kids at Twin River High. Not his overbearing parents. And certainly not the millions of fans who’ve read his book on the writing platform Scribbles. And that’s the way he plans to keep it.

Except suddenly one of the other football players grabs his notebook in jest and starts reading a kissing scene out loud…and Jace knows he’s busted.

But then McKenna Storm, resident goth girl who avoids the spotlight like a virus, snatches up the notebook and tells everyone she’s the author. And lucky for Jace, she later agrees to continue the ruse…for a price.

Heck, he’d give her anything not to reveal his secret. But when they start to fall for each other, he knows he’ll have to keep the biggest secret of all—his darkest character is based on her…

 

 

 

 

 

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My Review
I loved this book so much, and it easily moved to the top of my favorites for both authors. The characters are deeply drawn and I loved them instantly. McKenna Storm is likable from the opening pages as the goth girl with a bipolar mother. She likes to fly under the radar, just wanting to get through her last year of high school before leaving Twin River and her mom’s drama far behind. So why she agrees to cover for Jace, one of the most popular guys in school, and oh yeah the writer behind one of the hottest fantasy romances in all of teendom, is a mystery even she can’t fully understand. And yet there she is, standing in the hallway, pretending Jace’s writing notebook filled with kissing scenes and sword fighting is hers to protect him from the taunting by his football teammates.

Jace is both horrified and grateful to McKenna. He’s worried that once one person knows something, it’s no longer a secret. McKenna has crushed on Jace since third grade, so she won’t say anything, but when her fake alter ego is revealed, her ability to fly under the radar is obliterated as she’s suddenly the most sought after girl in all of Twin River High. She pushes back, but she’s no match for Jace’s pleading that she continue the ruse, at least for a little while. The secret cover means these two opposites need to spend more time together; something neither of them really wants. At least in the beginning. McKenna, aka Goth Girl, and the star football player are, as McKenna calls them, a cheesy romcom couple. But neither of them is their perceived stereotype and they discover they have much more in common than either of them imagined.

Plot
This is a straight-up romance, but it’s filled with the kind of teen angst that keeps me turning the pages. The slow burn romance turns into so much more with a ton of conflict that drives both passion and pain in delicious ways. Their first kiss is toe-curling in the sweetest sense, but their romance is more than just sweet. The authors have created such complex characters that their actions and reactions felt really authentic. And with any romance, you find yourself yelling at the characters to just be open and honest, and then you remind yourself that they’re teens. Teens and communication are like reverse polarity. But these moments in the second half of the book only make the ending that much more satisfying.

Characters
Both characters have rich backstories that make them interesting, flawed, and relatable. Jace is a sweet older brother who found his love of writing after telling his younger sister bedtime stories. McKenna is the only child of a single mom with bipolar disorder. Jace seems to have it all with two loving parents and a little sister he adores. McKenna seems to be nothing more than a goth girl with a giant chip on her shoulder. But there’s always more to people than what they allow others to see. McKenna’s best friend, Ernie, is beyond adorable, and I hope he gets his own story in the series.

What I Loved About GUTTER GIRL
1. Scribbles.
The Wattpad alternative where Jace writes his Kingdom of Swords was a fun subplot.

2. Jace. A football player who secretly writes fantasy romance. What’s not to love?

3. McKenna. She has her hands full and then some, but she still keeps her head above water while working extra shifts to keep her family afloat.

4. Writing. As a writer, I really enjoyed the scenes where they were discussing plotting, character development, and all the other delights that goes into writing a novel.

5. Angsty Romance. It’s my favorite romance sub-genre, but it’s not over the top here. Just the right amount to add conflict and tug at my heartstrings.

Bottom Line
My favorite book by this author duo with fantastic characters and heartfelt romance.

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About the Book
Title: GUTTER GIRL
Series: Twin River High Series #1
Authors: Lynn Rush and Kelly Anne Blount
Publisher: Entangled Teen
Release Date: May 10, 2021
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance
Rating: 5 out of 5 Stars
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon IT | Amazon FR | Amazon DE | Barnes & Noble | iBooks | Kobo

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USA Today bestselling author Kelly Anne Blount

Author Kelly Anne Blount

About Kelly Anne Blount
KELLY ANNE BLOUNT is a USA Today bestselling author of young adult novels. When she’s not writing, she’s probably lost in a book, watching Twilight, snuggling her five furry rescues, or having an adventure with her handsome husband and their darling daughter. After living in a palace in Scotland, across from the Caribbean Sea, and in the snowy land of Wisconsin, Kelly and her family reside in beautiful Asheville, North Carolina. Kelly loves connecting with readers on social media! Stop by and say, “Hi!” or ask a question. You can find her everywhere @KellyAnneBlount.

 

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Where to Find Kelly Anne Blount
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Lynn Rush

Author Lynn Rush

About Lynn Rush
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, Lynn Rush, is a full-time writer, wife, and trail runner living in the Sonoran Desert, despite her fear of rattle snakes. Known as #TheRunningWriter, Lynn can’t resist posting epic sunrise pictures while running in the desert with her trail sisters, even if she has to occasionally hop a scorpion.

When she’s not running or writing, she’s watching movies that fuel her everlasting love of superheroes, vampires, and all things Supernatural. The books she reads usually carry the same theme, but this former college athlete loves reading sweet sports romances as well. She’s madly in love with her Ironman husband of 20+ years who is the inspiration for what true love is. You can find her on social media as @LynnRushWrites

 

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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – CAPTURING FATE (Fatal Truth Series) by Abbie Roads

 

Welcome to the blog tour for CAPTURING FATE, the second book in the adult romantic thriller series, Fatal Truth, by Abbie Roads

Welcome to the blog tour for CAPTURING FATE, the second book in the adult romantic thriller series, Fatal Truth, by Abbie Roads. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CAPTURING FATE, the second book in the adult romantic thriller series, Fatal Truth, by Abbie Roads

CAPTURING FATE (Fatal Truth Series #2) by Abbie Roads

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Title:
CAPTURING FATE
Series: Fatal Truth Series #2
Author: Abbie Roads
Release Date: January 28, 2021
Genre: Adult Dark Romantic Thriller
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Synopsis
Can love untangle a web of lies and expose the truth?

A loner with a mysterious childhood…

FBI agent Dolan Watts is no stranger to pain. From his childhood spent in foster care to his daily grind of hunting down hardened criminals, it’s been the one constant through the years. Pain carved out gut feelings he can trust and instincts able to solve cases in record time. Until now. Confronted by a malicious new enemy who revels in mind games, Dolan begins to doubt his own perceptions. Fearing he’s spiraling into insanity, he seeks help from the one woman who can shine light into the darkness consuming him.

A woman haunted by a secret…

Psychologist Daughter Dawson sabotaged her own safety the moment she accepted Dolan as a client. Still, she felt compelled to help him. Dolan’s past mirrored many of the questions about her own, making his torment achingly familiar. Despite their growing attraction, her career demands she keep an ethical distance. Yet when she makes the mistake of confiding in him, both their lives are thrust into unimaginable danger.

Nightmares come to life…

When gruesome tragedy uncovers a serial killer’s twisted agenda, Daughter and Dolan must cling to each other if they hope to survive. Can they stop the body count from rising? Or will they find their only purpose from the start was to be pawns in a reign of evil?

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Excerpt #2
He placed her hand over his heart. “You feel this too, don’t you?” His words were a breath across her lips.

Under her palm, the steady rhythm of his heartbeat was the best cadence she’d ever felt. A tear escaped, trailing a fiery streak down her cheek.

 “Aww… Daught… You’re killing me.” His fingers were warm on her chin as he lifted her face. Magnetic pulsing energy radiated from his touch, twanging low in her stomach.

She wanted more of his touch. All of it. Hand-holding and kissing and long, lazy lovemaking. The next two years without him were going to be torture, and it was all her fault.

His face was naked with longing, desire, affection. It was beautiful to see this powerful man baring his emotions to her. Emotions that had everything to do with her, with wanting her. It was a heady drug, one she wanted to overdose on. If she never saw him after today, she’d forever remember the way he looked at her right now, like she was his entire world.

He slid his hand into her hair, the movement causing a rash of goose bumps to break out all over her body. “I’m sorry for breaking the rules. I take all the blame.”

 She opened her mouth to ask him what rule he’d broken, just as his lips landed on hers. The world fell out from under her. She grabbed on to him to keep from falling, latching onto his shirt and yanking him closer. His arm clamped around her, holding her even tighter to him, and the raw male strength of his body against hers was a revelation. Heat radiated off him like he was her own personal sun.

And then his tongue was in her mouth—hot and warm and tasting like a wish. The salt of her tears mingled to make this kiss the one that all other kisses would be measured by.

And then it was over, and he was pulling away. She wanted to beg him to keep kissing her, and maybe the world and the two years separating them would disappear.

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Book 1: SAVING MERCY
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Author Abbie Roads

Author Abbie Roads

About the Author
Seven Things about Abbie Roads:

She loves Snicker Parfaits. Gotta start with what’s most important, right?

She writes dark emotional books featuring damaged characters, but always gives her hero and heroine a happy ending… after torturing them for three hundred pages.

By day she’s a mental health counselor known for her blunt, honest style of therapy. At night she burns up the keyboard. Well… Burn might be too strong a word. She at least sits with her hands poised over the keyboard, waiting for inspiration to strike. And when it does—the keyboard might get a little warm.

She can’t stand it when people drive slowly in the passing lane. Just saying. That’s major annoying. Right?

She loves taking pictures of things she thinks are pretty.

She’s represented by Michelle Grajkowski of 3 Seas Literary.

Her first book RACE THE DARKNESS was a Publishers Weekly Top 10 Pick for Fall...

Where to find Abbie Roads
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – CATNAPPED (Magical Romantic Comedies Series) by R.J. Blain

 

Welcome to the blog tour for CATNAPPED, the eighteenth book in the adult paranormal romantic comedy series, Magical Romantic Comedies, by USA Today bestselling author, R.J. Blain

Welcome to the blog tour for CATNAPPED, the eighteenth book in the adult paranormal romantic comedy series, Magical Romantic Comedies, by USA Today bestselling author, R.J. Blain. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

CATNAPPED, the eighteenth book in the adult paranormal romantic comedy series, Magical Romantic Comedies, by USA Today bestselling author, R.J. Blain

CATNAPPED (Magical Romantic Comedies Series #18) by R.J. Blain

About the Book
Title:
CATNAPPED
Series: Magical Romantic Comedies #18
Author: R.J. Blain
Publisher: Pen & Page Publishing
Release Date: May 11, 2021
Genre: Adult Paranormal Romantic Comedy
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Synopsis
When someone steals Diana’s cat, a former lab animal rescued from death’s door, she calls on one of the most dangerous beings in the universe for help. Cutting a deal with the devil isn’t the smartest move, but there’s no way in hell she’ll abandon Mr. Flooferson the Magnificent to his fate.

Teaming up with the son of a demon, an angel, and one hell of a woman might push Diana to the limits of her courage and sanity. Unless she wants to sell her soul to the devil, she must cope with her new partner, make the most of a bad situation, and find out who stole her cat and why.

What she learns will forever change humanity–and lead to a battle destined to forever change the heavens and the devil’s many hells.

 

 

 

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Excerpt #1
Chapter One

Someone had taken Mr. Flooferson the Magnificent, and when I got my hands on the culprit, they would know the true meaning of fear. As my cat was terrified of the outdoors, strangers, and anything that reminded him of his former life as a lab animal, there was no way in hell he would’ve left the comforts of home without the use of force. I couldn’t even convince him to meet me at the door. He cried pitifully from the safety of the couch, some ten feet away, until I came into his domain and he could reassure himself I hadn’t left him like every other human in his life.

No, unlike every other human in his life, I showed him love without pain. In the shelter hosting the retired lab cats, he’d been the saddest of the lot, so terrified of everyone and everything that the shelter operators had considered putting him out of his misery. No one wanted the scared ones, the ones who couldn’t charm unsuspecting humans into adopting them.

Mr. Flooferson should have been on the couch waiting for me, but my door had been kicked in, the lock broken beyond repair. Worse, someone had torn the place apart and left with my cat and his fleece-lined carrier.

Had the bastard left my cat’s carrier, I might have believed my baby had run out of fear.

I cracked my knuckles one by one, scowled, and considered my options. The police would need to come over and check everything over. After the police flailed about and accomplished little, for they had more important things to do than investigate the loss of my cat, I would begin using every contact I could. While I was only a secretary within the CDC, secretaries held power.

Every day, I talked to the big wigs, the wealthy, and the powerful, and I earned their respect so I could smooth paths for my bosses, who needed to work with people all around the world.

I had the Devil on speed dial, and I wasn’t afraid of using his wife to get what I wanted. While I wouldn’t cut a deal with the Devil, I’d find a way to make him do my bidding.

Well, maybe I’d cut a deal with the Devil, but I wouldn’t bargain away my soul.

Nobody, and I meant nobody, would hurt my cat and get away with it.

I retrieved my cell from my purse and called the non-emergency line for the police, explaining that my home had been broken into and the thieves had stolen my cat and his carrier. My concern about my pet made the cop laugh, but he said he’d send a patrol over as soon as there was one available.

I’d been around the block often enough to understand nobody would be available any time soon.

All right. If the cops wanted to play games, I’d play.

I dialed the Devil, and if Satan gave me a hard time, I’d go straight to his wife and show him his little layer of hell had a new owner until my cat was safely home.

“Good evening, Diana. It’s after hours, and you never work from home unless the world is at a literal risk of ending. We aren’t scheduled for the End of Days at this moment. As I’m far too lazy to peek right now, what can I do for you?

“You can help me find who stole my cat, flay the flesh from their bones, toss them into the nastiest pit of your hells, and give me a fiery whip so I can have some fun with the fuckers.”

Silence.

I gave the Devil as much time as he needed to realize he spoke to a crazy cat lady on a mission to murder some thieving assholes.

“Have you forgotten who I am, Diana?”

“I absolutely called you fully aware of who and what you are, and if you could put Darlene on the line if you’re not willing to help me find my cat, it would save me making a few other phone calls and knocking on your door in an hour. If I have to knock on your door in an hour, I’m going to redefine misery through hellfire for you. And if someone, and by someone I mean you, says it’ll be a cold day in hell first, I’ll come there and break all of your windows.”

Thanks to Darlene, I’d learned the Devil enjoyed his air conditioning, his hells followed a disturbing number of scientific rules, and only some serious magic on his windows and walls kept the heat outside where it belonged.

“That’s harsh for my electric bill.”

“As if you actually pay it. Assistance or put Darlene on the phone, Lucifer. Jack shit is up for negotiation today. Someone stole my cat.”

“This is the most fun I’ve had in a week. Since I call my daughter Cupcake, you’re just going to have to be Cookie.”

“No. I will have Darlene kill you if you start calling me Cookie. And once I send Darlene after you, I’m going to call Kanika and tell her. Once I’m done with her, I’ll go through every single one of your brothers until one of them agrees to help me put you in your place.”

“Don’t ruin my fun,” the Devil complained. “I need some fun today. Darlene made me clean up the dungeon this morning.”

“I will ruin every part of your life if you don’t help me find my cat.” I meant it, too. Maybe I was only a secretary, but I had three of the Devil’s brothers on speed dial, and I’d play the hardball. I would play so hard the entire planet tilted on its axis if necessary.

Nobody fucked with my cat.

The Devil laughed at me. “You know the rules, Snickerdoodle. I can’t fiddle much with mortal affairs, and the thieves are mere mortals. I’m sure you can handle them.”

Well, Snickerdoodle beat Cookie, so I’d ignore his idiocy in favor of rescuing my missing cat. “Does it look like I give a flying shit about the rules? The cop I called laughed at me and claimed he’d send someone over if they had somebody available. I live in fucking Miami. Do you know what that means? There’s nobody available, and there’ll be nobody available until the End of Days, and we’ll all be fucking dead then. They aren’t going to do jack shit about my trashed house, they aren’t going to investigate my missing cat, and Mr. Flooferson the Magnificent will be gone forever. I want my cat!”

“Mr. Flooferson… the Magnificent?”

I gave credit where credit was due; the Devil didn’t outright laugh at me. “Yes. That is my cat’s name.”

“Why did you name your cat that?”

“He’s a former lab animal, and the shelter was going to euthanize him because he was scared of people. He had good reason to be scared of people. That’s not his fault. He’s a beautiful long-haired cat, and it took me six months, but he lets me hold him now. He’s terrified of large spaces, and he won’t go within ten feet of the front door. I have to bring a vet to the house because I can’t stand the thought of taking him somewhere that might remind him of a lab. They could be torturing my baby. Why would they break into my house and take my cat?”

I didn’t give a shit if the Devil thought less of me for the waver in my voice. Focusing on my breathing, I lifted my chin and prepared to wage war against the ruler of some ridiculous number of hells.

“I would suggest you look into what sort of lab studies he was involved with. If they were testing new drugs, for example, someone might want to recover him to observe long-term consequences of drug exposure. There are many reasons why someone might want to recover a former lab animal. Alternatively, why might someone want to steal your cat? You have many contacts, myself included. It could be less about your cat and more about manipulating you because you love your cat.”

“Damn fucking straight I love my cat, you cat-spanked devil!”

“I would accuse you of leveling a low blow at me, but I do very much enjoy being spanked by my cat. She’s a most lovely feline, and one of my favorite hobbies is playing with her spots. If I’m really good, she might even come out as her natural form.”

“I will beg her to never let you see one of her prized spots ever again.”

“I should recruit you to become one of my generals. You would whip the chaos right out of my hells within a week. My hells would be immaculately run. I should demand you run my hells for a while in exchange for recovering your cat.”

“I have no interest in going to hell as a resident or a visitor, thank you. Now, about Mr. Flooferson the Magnificent. Which is more probable? That someone wants him because of what he went through as a lab animal, or that someone wants to manipulate me?”

“In my most humble opinion, I believe that either is equally probable. Was your cat part of a reputable lab?”

Since when did the Devil think of himself as humble? I almost laughed. Instead, I cleared my throat to buy myself a moment to regain my composure. “I have no idea. I just saw there were lab animals in need of loving homes, and I decided my home would be the most loving of homes. I will hurt you if you disagree with me.”

The Devil laughed at me. “If someone took your cat because of its history as a lab animal, it would have been rescued from an illegal operation. The legal operations are under regulations to keep the animals happy—and as healthy as possible. Those labs would not try to reclaim an animal. The government has been phasing out animal testing in favor of cutting large checks to humans with the appropriate conditions. They have also been clearing off criminal records in exchange for some pain and suffering, too.”

“This is an excellent reminder to maintain my record of being a law-abiding citizen.”

“You’re disgustingly law-abiding, yes. You should indulge in some evil. We’d have a great time.”

“No, but thank you for your most generous offer, Lucifer.”

“Are you sure? Your soul would provide me with decades of entertainment. I would convert you into one of my most prized devils. A general who would take over most of my hells by storm and sometimes answer to me when it’s truly necessary.”

I considered his offer. “What do you call a female devil, anyway?”

“A devil.”

“That’s lame. Demonesses are better named.”

“I’m sure I could come up with an appropriately feminine title for your enjoyment.”

“I’m sure you could, but I must refuse your most generous offer at this time. Now, about my cat. Are you going to help, or am I going to be having a long talk with Darlene?”

The Devil heaved a sigh. “You’re almost as bad as my daughter. Must you, Diana?”

“I must. Someone stole my cat, the police aren’t taking me seriously, and if I don’t figure out what I need to do to get my cat back, I’ll take over your realm, and then I’ll storm the heavens if I must.” It would take more work to access the heavens, but I could make use of some other contacts—or twist the Devil’s arm into helping me somehow.

“I’ll beg, but please storm the heavens. It would be spectacular. My darling thought about storming the heavens once, but then He got the bright idea of inviting her for tea and dainty little sandwiches, and she loves it. Worse, she makes me go with her.”

“It’s not like I want to keep the heavens. I don’t even want to go there. Come on, just get your ass over here and make the police take me seriously. Bring Darlene, so when I start crying, she can yell at you while I’m coming to terms with my inability to kill you or get my hands on the fuckers responsible for taking my cat and destroying my house.”

“Any other requests?”

“My cat!”

“I can’t do that, Diana. You know I’m not permitted to interfere with mortal matters outside of a bargain, and I have no bargain allowing me access to this matter. You would have to bargain with me.”

I loved my cat, but I also didn’t want to lose my immortal soul for my cat. “Can bargains be for something other than my soul? I like my soul, Lucifer.”

“I’m very aware of your possessiveness over your soul. You would deny even Him.”

That I would. “I like my soul precisely where it is, in my possession, where no nasty beings, yourself included, can meddle with it. But I’ll bargain if you can come up with something that does not result in the loss of my soul.”

“You will accept a partner of my choosing for this venture. For however long it takes you to recover your cat and bring the catnappers to justice, and we’ll define precisely what justice means as a part of our bargain. Until I have declared justice has been secured, you will work with this individual of my choosing. You will spend a minimum of two hours a day with this individual, who likewise owes me a favor and was wise enough to safeguard his soul from me and my rather evil activities.”

I rolled my eyes, as the Devil talked loud and often about his evils but rarely dished them out. I’d met convicts who’d sinned far worse than the Devil on a bad day.

“Rude,” the Devil complained.

“But true. Why do you want me to spend time with this individual?”

“Both of his fathers have severely annoyed me, and it will be highly entertaining if I can force him to live up to a bargain.”

Shit. The Devil had bargained with the son of a triad? Trouble was the Devil having anything to do with a triad at all. “Demon?” I asked, contemplating tossing up a few prayers to mitigate some of the issues the child of a triad brought around when they showed up.

“Nope.”

Damn it. “You seriously let one of your devils out to go on a fling with an angel?”

“Archangel.”

I already regretted calling the devil. “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”

“If only. The devil in question, who happens to be one of my generals, begged. I hate when they get to the point of begging. The archangel, well, that was a poorly chosen promise in a moment of weakness.”

“A poorly chosen promise in a moment of weakness?”

“He claimed if that specific general happened to ever be brought low by a woman, that he would demand proof. Somehow, that became the foundation of a triad.” The Devil laughed. “I’ve stopped worrying about when the heavens and my hells mix. We’re one big, demented family. He approved, so that’s that. Watching one of my generals be brought low by a woman? Truly delightful—especially after he’d spent time mocking me about Darlene. To sweeten the deal? He fell for his bride shortly after Darlene stormed my gates. The best of women storm gates to places, I’ve noticed. Their son is younger than you are, but not by much, and thanks to his genetics, he matured early.”

I snorted at that, almost pitying the son of a high-ranked devil, an archangel, and someone who likely classed as one hell of a woman. “Only an idiot mocks you or your wife.”

“I thought about putting him in time out for a few thousand years, but him being brought low by a woman worked out for the better. And anyway, he likes Darlene, but he does enjoy when he gets to be a pest. He’s become even bolder, as Darlene likes him. Darlene would prefer if he sticks to a humanoid form while wearing a suit, which has basically become his dress code. Darlene being happy means everyone has a much higher chance of being happy. Anyway, your partner is thirty-two, he takes after his human mother too much for your good, and he’s rather determined.”

“The last thing I need is a determined man in my life, Lucy.”

“I’m aware, which is part of what makes this so much fun. Will you bargain, Diana?”

“I will discuss the idea of a bargain with you, but I will not agree to any bargain until I hear all the details. And I’m expecting a bribe of you making the police take this seriously in order to open negotiations once you’re here.”

“Excellent. Do expect company within an hour, and I will bring your new partner with me so you have all of the fine print you so love in front of you—and if you’re particularly unfortunate, I’ll bring his parents as well.”

“You’re an asshole, Lucifer.”

“I really am. Wear something nice.” The Devil hung up on me, leaving me all by myself to scream my frustration over the situation.

After screeching a few curses, I drew in some calming breaths, decided to ignore his commentary about my clothes, and waited for trouble to come knocking at my door.

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USA Today bestselling author R.J. Blain

Author by R.J. Blain

About the Author
RJ Blain suffers from a Moleskine journal obsession, a pen fixation, and a terrible tendency to pun without warning.

In her spare time, she daydreams about being a spy. Her contingency plan involves tying her best of enemies to spinning wheels and quoting James Bond villains until satisfied.

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Where to find R.J. Blain
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – FADE INTO YOU (LA Rock Star Romance Series) by Elle Greco

 

Welcome to the blog tour for FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Ell Greco

Welcome to the blog tour for FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Ell Greco. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in her adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Elle Greco

FADE INTO YOU (LA Rock Star Romance Series #4) by Elle Greco

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Title: FADE INTO YOU
Series: LA Rock Star Romance Series #4
Author: Elle Greco
Release Date: April 19, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
It’s all fun and games until someone falls in love.

Six years after the cops found Ear Assassins’ lead singer dead of a drug overdose, his widow Lydon Johnson has only just begun to pick up the pieces. Now she finds she’s fast running out of money to support herself and her son. A reality TV show is an unappealing means to an end, but in the interest of keeping a roof over their heads, she signs on. But the producers soon find out, Lydon’s kind of boring for a rock and roll widow.

Vince Davis, lead singer of Anthem, is a rock and roll legend two decades in the making. But when the head of his longtime record label is exposed as the cause of his son’s drug overdose, his attempt to split his band from the label comes with a personal cost that he’s not sure he’s ready to make.

Enter Lydon. Vince has an idea to spice up Lydon’s flailing reality show: pretend to be lovers. Thrust back into a glowing spotlight, can Vince’s amped star power get Anthem out of their contract on his own terms?

The reality TV producers think it’s a match made in rock and roll heaven. What could possibly go wrong?

When you hate the person you are supposed to fall in love with, LOADS.

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Excerpt #2
Vince came up behind me, his fingers playing silent notes along the spinal cord of my exposed back. Prickles of pleasure shot from the nerve roots, dispersing through my body like tiny rockets. I shivered under his touch.
His lips came to the back of my shoulder, and with a small sigh, I leaned back, coming to rest against his firm shoulder. Tender kisses sprinkled up my shoulder to the curve of my neck. His arm swung around my body, holding me close.

I didn’t fight this, any of it. My body was primed. After six years, I ached for a man’s touch, and Vince’s was expert.

His fingers stroked the rise of my breast, still loosely covered by the sheet, dipping into my cleavage, before continuing onto the next. I dared myself to let the sheet drop, to expose myself to him, to feel his guitar string–calloused fingers tease and tug at my sensitive nipple. My bikini bottom dampened at the thought.

“We should probably join the kids,” he whispered, his voice rough with need.

I nodded my agreement, because I’d lost the ability to vocalize. He released me from his hold, the air rushing in to cool my back now that I had lost his heat.

I forced myself to ignore the disappointment that I would never experience the art of Vince Davis’s lovemaking. Because based on the way he touched me, his was an art indeed.

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Teaser from FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Elle Greco

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Author Elle Greco

Author Elle Greco

About the Author
I write fiction about badass women (and the people they love).

Urban Fantasy lovers will know me as Karen Greco, author of the best-selling Hell’s Belle series. My Contemporary Romance books are written under Elle Greco. While the genres are worlds apart, strong female characters are the chain that links all my worlds. These women are magical. They wield wicked weapons. They play a mean drum solo. They fall in love. They rule the boardroom and the bedroom. Whatever they do, they do it with swagger.

My storytelling career began when I forced everyone play “make believe” with me when I was a kid. That eventually morphed into banging out short stories on my mom’s old manual typewriter. As I got older, I graduated to penning bad poetry, then not terrible plays as a teenager. I studied playwright in college but my career took a detour and I ended up working in journalism and then entertainment publicity, which kept me busy for 20 or so years. 

My “day job” has taken me from gritty rock clubs in The Bowery to glam red carpets during movie premieres and awards shows. My background working with talent (and the suits) in the industry has served me well with the LA Rock Star Romance series.  A few years ago, I decided to pursue my original passion and a few full-length novels later, here we are. I love anything spooky and impossible to explain. If you love hanging out in cemeteries, the older the better, I’d totally go on a road trip with you. I have two rescue dogs, a patient husband, and an awesome kid.

Where to Find Elle Greco
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Blog Tour – Excerpt – FINDING OUR SOMEDAY (Someday Series) by M.M. Koenig

 

Welcome to the blog tour for FINDING OUR SOMEDAY, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, Someday, by M.M. Koenig

Welcome to the blog tour for FINDING OUR SOMEDAY, the third book in the new adult contemporary romance series, Someday, by M.M. Koenig. See below for information on the book and series, buy links, and a link to add it to your Goodreads TBR.

FINDING OUR SOMEDAY, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Someday, by M.M. Koenig

FINDING OUR SOMEDAY (Someday Series #3) by M.M. Koenig

About the Book
Title: FINDING OUR SOMEDAY
Series: Someday Series #3
Author: M.M. Koenig
Release Date: May 6, 2021
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
The past should be behind her, but for Bri McAndrews, it keeps sneaking up in the worst ways. Lies, vicious plots, and manipulation follow Bri everywhere she turns. All she wants is to pick up the pieces and move on with her life, but the mistakes she’s made continue to haunt her, hurt her, pull her under. And with the sting of Trey’s latest betrayal still very fresh, Bri doesn’t know if she can truly trust him with her heart, leaving her at a crossroads she’s not ready to face.

The future should be bright, but for Trey Donovan, that’s the furthest thing from the truth. Trey has more regrets than he can count on one hand. To find atonement, he’s had to own up to the things he’s done, creating a rift with Bri he can’t seem to mend. Trey only wants the life with Bri he sees in his mind, but it keeps evading him, remaining just out of reach—especially when they find themselves standing between two of the most important people in their lives.

You need darkness in order to see the stars shine, but when a storm blows in, leaving a thunder cloud that blocks any semblance of hope, will two hearts become one, or have they become too tarnished to find their someday?

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Teaser from FINDING OUR SOMEDAY, the third book in the adult contemporary romance series, Someday, by M.M. Koenig

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Excerpt #1
Trey set me down on his bed before locking his door. He pressed his lips against mine before sucking on the spot below my ear just to drive me wild. My eyes drifted his way before he captured me in a kiss that left my toes curled and completely out of breath. I leaned forward to resume what he started, but he pulled away, a fiery look in his eyes.

Arching an eyebrow, I pointed out, “You devoured my mouth a second ago and now you’re playing hard to get. What game are you trying to play?”

“I’m always up for that with you, but it’s going to be on my terms,” Trey murmured, his voice husky.

He went into his closet to retrieve a small box. My eyes were wary while I unwrapped it. A lacy, pink thong was inside, along with a matching bra. I turned them over, curious as to why Trey’s eyes were dancing with delight.

“I want you to wear these tonight. I think you’ll find them…stimulating,” Trey spoke up, a naughty grin on his face.

“Okay. I was really hoping to have a little fun before we left, but I can already tell you’re going to string things out. We should start getting ready if we’re going to make it downtown on time,” I replied with a frown that reflected my disappointment.

Trey chuckled. “We’re going to have plenty of fun tonight—all in due time. Why don’t you go take a shower? I may even join you.”

Clearly he wants to play just as much as I do. Game on, sweets!

Everything south of me clenched tightly together, but I could tell by the sinful look in his eyes he wouldn’t shower with me. I discarded my black skirt and purple blouse with several flicks of the finger. Trey sucked in a ragged breath while clutching his comforter. My matching red bra and underwear were the next to go. His eyes took on that sensual look I loved seeing. I sashayed to the door, wiggling my ass with each step.

“Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” Trey growled, tightening his hold on the blanket.

“Funny you used that tone. You know what it does to me. I’d be more than happy to satisfy any itch you have. All you have to do is follow me,” I goaded, batting my eyelashes.

“Go get in the shower now,” Trey demanded, clutching his sides in a last-ditch effort not to pin me against his door and kiss me senseless.

Before I walked out the door, I glanced over my shoulder, flashed my “come and get it” smile, and drawled, “You’ve got that look in your eyes that tells me you’re really struggling not to spank my ass. I’m curious if the alpha in you will roar up or if you’ll hold on to this newfound restraint. Either way, you know where to find me.”

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Book 1: FIGHTING FOR SOMEDAY
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Author M.M. Koenig

Author M.M. Koenig

About the Author
M. M. Koenig enjoys being active and has a variety of interests that coincide with her passion for life. Always one to try new things, she has acquired a variety of skills. Her sarcastic nature and multitude of experiences tend to find their way into her novels.

When she has free time and isn’t writing, she spends as much time as she can with friends and family. To fuel her soul, she is constantly looking for new music, movies, and books to keep the writer’s block at bay.

 

Where to Find M.M. Koenig
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – RATTLESNAKE ROAD (A Small Town Mystery Romance) by Amanda McKinney

 

Welcome to the blog tour for RATTLESNAKE ROAD, a small town mystery romance, by Amanda McKinney.

Welcome to the blog tour for RATTLESNAKE ROAD, a small town mystery romance, by Amanda McKinney. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

RATTLESNAKE ROAD, a small town mystery romance, by Amanda McKinney

RATTLESNAKE ROAD (A Small Town Mystery Romance) by Amanda McKinney

About the Book
Title: RATTLESNAKE ROAD
Series: Small Town Mystery Romance
Author: Amanda McKinney
Release Date: May 4, 2021
Genre:
Adult Mystery/Romantic Suspense
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Synopsis
★ From bestselling and award-winning author Amanda McKinney comes her most evocative and twisted small-town Mystery Romance… ★

Everyone hits rock bottom, only the brave escape.

Welcome to 1314 Rattlesnake Road.

A quaint two-bedroom log cabin nestled deep in the woods of the small, southern town of Berry Springs—the perfect hideaway to escape your past.

Tucked inside thick, mahogany walls lay mysterious letters, forgotten and untouched for decades. Floor-to-ceiling windows frame breathtaking views of jagged cliffs, deep valleys, and endless lies. Mature oak trees, tall enough to touch the clouds, carry the whispers of the haunted, of stories untold.

Inside sits Grey Dalton, emotionally battered and bruised, her only wish to pick up the broken pieces of her life. But outside, await two men, one a tattooed cowboy, the other a dashing businessman.

One will steal her heart, the other, her soul.

Rattlesnake Road is a standalone mystery romance about love, loss, hitting rock bottom, and clawing your way to the other side.

Your escape awaits…

(Due to serious subject matter and mature content, please be aware that this book might be an emotional trigger for some readers.)

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Excerpt #1
Eight hours, and the nightmare would be over. This completely unexpected, slap-you-in-the-face nightmare.

I often look back on that day, thinking that if things hadn’t happened the way they did, how different my life would have been.

It wouldn’t have been a lie when I promised “for better or for worse.” It wouldn’t have been a lie when I told myself I had everything under control.

I might have become a PTA mom, the mother of two strapping young boys, whose greatest worry in life was snagging her eight-karat diamond ring on her cashmere sweater. A trophy wife, a gracious hostess, a homemaker in our many homes across the world.

My life would be easy. Secure. Simple.

Until it wasn’t.

Before the day that changed all that, I foolishly considered my life to be stable and controlled. My life. But the assumption that my life was my own was the biggest misconception of all.

The reality is that our lives are not our own. Instead, a culmination of events, most of which are out of our control, governed by the ripple effect of our reactions to those events. We fight that knowledge, deny it, numb it with drugs and alcohol, but at the end of the day, we’re all merely the point of a pendulum slowly being pulled back, waiting until the day we’re released to our fate.

This was my day.

The day the universe let go. The beginning of a journey that took me to the deepest depths of hell.

I remember the hyper-awareness of that morning. The way the single bead of sweat trickled down my back as I paced back and forth. My heart, a pounding staccato, in sync with that stupid instrumental jazz music my husband demanded play through the speakers of our Upper East Side penthouse suite. Every day—every single day—starting at six a.m. The kitchen stank like old, burned coffee from the pot I’d started an hour earlier but had yet to drink.

My palms were cold and clammy as I wrung my hands, staring at the city beyond the window. Little did I know how different the view from my windows would soon be.

“You took them?”

Startled at the deep voice behind me, I turned.

William stepped into the kitchen, tucking his navy dress shirt into his Tom Ford slacks, his dark hair wet from a shower and combed flawlessly to the side, as usual.

Disdain brewed in my churning stomach as I took in the perfection of my husband. While William had been enjoying a shower, I’d been fighting off a panic attack, clutching a prescription bottle in my hand.

Words weren’t able to penetrate the haze of my emotions, so I simply nodded in response—the last fake response in a house built on lies.

“Okay.” William returned my nod while he adjusted his shirt to his liking. “It will all be over soon.”

Blinking, I stilled.

It will all be over soon.

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Author Amanda McKinney

Author Amanda McKinney

About the Author
Amanda McKinney is the #1 bestselling and multi-award-winning author of more than fifteen small-town romantic suspense and mystery novels. She wrote her debut novel, LETHAL LEGACY in 2017, after walking away from her career to become a writer and stay-at-home mom. Her books include the bestselling series, STEELE SHADOWS SECURITY, the multi-award-winning BERRY SPRINGS series, BLACK ROSE MYSTERIES, and many more to come.

Set in small, Southern towns, Amanda’s books are page-turning murder mysteries peppered with steamy romance. She lives in Arkansas with her handsome husband, two beautiful boys, and three obnoxious dogs.

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Where to Find Amanda McKinney
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – THIS IS FOR TONIGHT by Jessica Patrick

 

Welcome to the blog tour for THIS IS FOR TONIGHT, a standalone young adult contemporary romance by Jessica Patrick

Welcome to the blog tour for THIS IS FOR TONIGHT, a standalone young adult contemporary romance by Jessica Patrick. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

THIS IS FOR TONIGHT, a standalone young adult contemporary romance by Jessica Patrick

THIS IS FOR TONIGHT by Jessica Patrick

About the Book
Title:
THIS IS FOR TONIGHT
Author: Jessica Patrick
Publisher: Swoon Reads
Release Date: May 4, 2021
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary Romance
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Synopsis
When Andi attends a music festival with one goal in mind – capture an interview with a famous band so she can pay for college – she gets more than she bargained for in this YA novel about family ties and finding your own way.

Andi Kennedy needs to make money for college, and fast. But her little YouTube crafting channel, while fun, isn’t exactly a money maker. So she’s heading to the world-famous Cabazon Valley Music and Arts Festival with a goal – film a video that will launch her channel into popularity and turn it into a legit money making venture, even if it means selling out her creative vision.

Instead, she finds obnoxious Jay Bankar, the annoyingly hot host of a popular prank channel who is the actual worst. Andi hates everything Jay stands for, which makes the undeniable connection she feels with him really freaking inconvenient. Soon she finds herself competing with Jay for an interview with the festival’s headlining band, which could be the key to turning her little channel directly into college tuition. But she’s starting to discover that there is more to Jay than his jerky on-screen persona, and she has to decide what’s more important – winning, or giving a second chance to a guy who couldn’t be more wrong for her.

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Excerpt #1
Jordan lifts himself off my bed and crowds close to me, putting his face right against mine so we’re both in the camera’s frame, my hair almost completely blocking his face. “Your boy got two weekend passes plus camping to Cabazon.”

My head whips toward him so quickly I’m surprised it doesn’t fly right off of my body. “The Cabazon music festival?”

“That’s the one.”

“How did you get those?” The passes for this coming weekend’s festival went on sale, and then immediately sold out, months ago. And for the twenty minutes they were available, they cost, like, hundreds of dollars.

“Sergio won them at work.” Jordan’s best friend works as a valet at a fancy hotel, where he always seems to get nice stuff from people who think it’s no big deal. “But he has his grandma’s ninetieth birthday party this weekend, so he can’t make it.”

I stare at him as my brain slowly processes this unexpected information. “But it’s this weekend,” I finally spit out.

“I know.”

This weekend, Saturday to be exact, is the five-year anniversary of our dad’s death. It was lung cancer, it was an absolute nightmare, and now the actual day, April 16, is completely cursed. Not only did my dad die on April 16, but I’ve been broken up with on April 16, I’ve gotten a flat tire on the freeway on April 16, I had my school email account hacked on April 16. It has been a five-year constant that my life, and Jordan’s life, too, completely goes to shit on this day. The universe knows we’re already suffering and decides to really dig that knife in and twist it around.

I lean back in my chair, out of the frame of the camera, and push my hands through my hair. “Do we really want to go somewhere? Shouldn’t we just lock ourselves inside and ride it out with junk food and Netflix this time around instead of tempting fate?”

“I thought about that,” Jordan says gently. “But then I also thought that Dad would have loved this festival. I mean, where else would he rather have been than surrounded by a bunch of bands? He lived for live music. This could be a way to, I don’t know, kinda honor him. We’ll be doing one of his favorite things, and we’ll be together. There’s no way we could have a bad day like that.” He does have a point here, and I rub my hands up and down my thighs as I mull it over. Jordan got his height from Dad, I inherited Dad’s wavy blond hair, and he passed down his love of music to both of us. Dad, who was a radio DJ, wasn’t exactly musical, and neither are we—I love to sing, but after a few unsuccessful auditions for children’s theater and kids’ choir, we all realized I was better suited to living room karaoke, while Jordan has at least three instruments stashed under his bed that he was never able to get past a month of lessons with. But both of us connect with music on a visceral level, even more so since Dad died. So, yeah, spending the anniversary of the day he died doing something we know he would have loved does seem like the perfect way to connect with him.

“And, you know, next year . . .” Jordan trails off, but he doesn’t need to finish. The rest of his sentence has been appearing in my nightmares ever since he committed to Southern California University, our dream school and our parents’ alma mater, to play basketball on a scholarship. I got into SCU, too, but I can only go if I get the huge scholarship I applied for, because we can’t afford it otherwise. So, seeing my twin every day next year, like I have for the past eighteen years, and following in my parents’ footsteps . . . well, it’s all in the hands of a faceless scholarship committee. It’s a committee headed up by my mom’s boss, who specifically told me to apply, so I guess it’s not completely faceless. But still.

There’s a small chance that next year we may be separated.

There’s a small chance that next year is going to suck.

He reaches across my desk and grabs my still-recording camera, turning it so it faces me. “So, Andi, do you want to go? To the best music festival in California? With the best brother in the world?”

I look directly into the lens. “We’re going to Cabazon!” I scream.

Well, as soon as we get permission from Mom, anyway

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Author Jessica Patrick

Author Jessica Patrick

About the Author
JESSICA PATRICK runs a high school library by day, writes YA romance by night, and pets as many dogs as possible in between. She lives in Southern California with her cute family and she has an MFA from Spalding University, an annual passport to Disneyland, and about 75 tabs open on her internet browser. She is the author of This is for Tonight.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Where to Find Jessica Patrick
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Series Blitz – Excerpt + Giveaway – CRAZY ROYAL LOVE by Melanie Summers

 

Welcome to the series blitz for Crazy Royal Love, an adult contemporary romantic comedy series, by Melanie Summers

Welcome to the series blitz for Crazy Royal Love, an adult contemporary romantic comedy series, by Melanie Summers. See below for information on the books, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway. For a limited time, ___, book 1 in the series, is free.

ROYALLY CRUSHED, the first book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Crazy Royal Love

ROYALLY CRUSHED (Crazy Royal Love Series #1) by Melanie Summers

About the Book – FREE for a limited time!
Title: ROYALLY CRUSHED
Series: Crazy Royal Love Series #1
Author: Melanie Summers
Release Date: April 7, 2020
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
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Synopsis
Princess Arabella of Avonia is bored out of her ever-loving mind.

No twenty-eight-year-old wants to live an endless loop of high teas, state dinners, and the same five conversations. They want freedom and adventure. After a wild night out in Ibiza ends in disaster, the royal handlers have shortened her leash considerably. Desperate for an out, she sneakily signs up to co-host a new nature docu-series, starring Will Banks, the man dubbed McHotty of the Wilderness.

Will has ladies all over the globe lining up to meet him until a hot, new adventurer comes on the scene, and his ratings take a nose-dive. Producers decide an emergency change in format is in order. Enter Princess Arabella. The pampered and proper royal is the perfect foil to Will’s rugged outdoorsman.

It’s hate at first sight, but their on-screen loathing makes for great television. Surprisingly, when the cameras stop rolling, these two finally see each other’s good sides. Can these opposites find their forever in each other’s arms, or will their differences be their undoing?

 

 

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Excerpt #3
PRINCESS ARABELLA

The fact that I find him attractive beyond what I have ever felt in my life has nothing to do with me lying awake. It’s really just all the other things. I’m definitely not thinking about unzipping this tent and crawling into his sleeping bag with him. Because that would be wrong. That would make me the skanky ho that awful blogger was worried about. Well, not really. I’m judging myself rather harshly, aren’t I? I can have sex with an available, single, interested man. That’s totally fine in this day and age.

Just not that man. First of all, how do I know he’s interested? Just because he kept glancing at my lips, it doesn’t mean he wants to kiss them. So there’s that. Besides, we’re not meant for each other. There is absolutely no way a relationship with him would work in the long term. Short term out here in the wild where no one would be the wiser, however …

Nope!

I’m out here to test my resolve—not only out here in nature, but my resolve about not becoming physically or romantically involved with someone who is entirely wrong for me. Someone totally sweet who made us dinner, then prepared a warm salve for my ankles, which, I do have to say is making them feel so much better. Someone who’s also such a gentleman that he’s outside, possibly being feasted on by mosquitoes, while I sleep in this comfy tent. Although, if I’m going to be completely honest, I do miss having a pillow and my Tempur-Pedic mattress.

Oh God, I do fancy him! Shit. Okay, that’s it. First thing tomorrow morning, I’m just going to pull it together. No more crying, no more gagging when presented with beetle larvae for lunch. I am just going to woman up, stop whining, and let the inner Xena, Warrior Princess in me come out for the first time ever. Yes, that’s it. No flirting, no more being a girly girl. I’m going to earn his respect and the respect of everyone else I know because that is what I’m here to do. I’m not here for love. I’m here for respect.

So, I will not shag him.

Ever. No matter what.

Even if it would be amazing and no one would find out.

No shagging.

None.

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ROYALLY CRUSHED, the second book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Crazy Royal Love, by Melanie Summers

ROYALLY WILD (Crazy Royal Love Series #2) by Melanie Summers

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: ROYALLY WILD
Series: Crazy Royal Love Series #2
Author: Melanie Summers
Release Date: November 15, 2020
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
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Synopsis
The tabloids are hunting them. Their families are turning on them. Can their love survive?

Despite the odds, Princess Arabella of Avonia and rugged outdoorsman, Will Banks, fell in love while filming a reality show in the jungle. But that’s another story.

While she’s making room in the royal closet for his hiking boots and backpacks—right next to the crown jewels—the show’s producers are editing together film footage that could turn their romance into nothing more than a showmance.

Private moments caught tape and aired for the world’s viewing pleasure are about to turn their world upside down.

Can love to conquer all?

 

 

 

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ROYALLY TIED, the third book in the adult contemporary romantic comedy series, Crazy Royal Love, by Melanie Summers

ROYALLY TIED (Crazy Royal Love Series #3) by Melanie Summers

About the Book – Preorder Now!
Title: ROYALLY TIED
Series: Crazy Royal Love Series #3
Author: Melanie Summers
Release Date: June 7, 2021
Genre:
Adult Contemporary Romantic Comedy
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE | Amazon IT | Amazon FR

Synopsis
Don’t miss the heartwarming, laugh-out-loud continuation of the Crazy Royal Love Romantic Comedy Series …

After a whirlwind romance that has taken them all over the globe, rugged survival expert Will Banks and Princess Arabella of Avonia are getting ready to take a trip down the aisle.

Planning the perfect wedding isn’t easy at the best of times, so when you include two families who couldn’t be more different, tensions are bound to run high. The last thing they need is a television producer determined to get every last sneer on film.

With one hilarious disaster after another ruining their plans, Will and Arabella must figure out how to pull it all together in time to say ‘I do.’

Brimming with swoon-worthy romance, seriously funny shenanigans, and an unforgettable cast of characters, Melanie Summers is sure to make you laugh out loud and believe in love.

Pre-order your copy of this fabulous feel-good modern-day fairy tale now.

 

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Author Melanie Summers

Author Melanie Summers

About the Author
Melanie Summers also writes steamy romance as MJ Summers.

Melanie made a name for herself with her debut novel, Break in Two, a contemporary romance that cracked the Top 10 Paid on Amazon in both the UK and Canada, and the top 50 Paid in the USA. Her highly acclaimed Full Hearts Series was picked up by both Piatkus Entice (a division of Hachette UK) and HarperCollins Canada. Her first three books have been translated into Czech and Slovak by EuroMedia. Since 2013, she has written and published three novellas, and eight novels (of which seven have been published). She has sold over a quarter of a million books around the globe.

In her previous life (i.e. before having children), Melanie got her Bachelor of Science from the University of Alberta, then went on to work in the soul-sucking customer service industry for a large cellular network provider that shall remain nameless (unless you write her personally – then she’ll dish). On her days off, she took courses and studied to become a Chartered Mediator. That designation landed her a job at the R.C.M.P. as the Alternative Dispute Resolution Coordinator for ‘K’ Division. Having had enough of mediating arguments between gun-toting police officers, she decided it was much safer to have children so she could continue her study of conflict in a weapon-free environment (and one which doesn’t require makeup and/or nylons).

Melanie resides in Edmonton with her husband, three young children, and their adorable but neurotic one-eyed dog. When she’s not writing novels, Melanie loves reading (obviously), snuggling up on the couch with her family for movie night (which would not be complete without lots of popcorn and milkshakes), and long walks in the woods near her house. She also spends a lot more time thinking about doing yoga than actually doing yoga, which is why most of her photos are taken ‘from above’. She also loves shutting down restaurants with her girlfriends. Well, not literally shutting them down, like calling the health inspector or something–more like just staying until they turn the lights off.

She is represented by Suzanne Brandreth of The Cooke Agency International.

Where to Find Melanie Summers
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – YOU SPIN ME (Boston Classics Series) by Karen Grey

 

Today is release day for YOU SPIN ME, the third book in the adult nostalgic romance series, Boston Classics, by Karen Grey

Welcome to the blog tour for YOU SPIN ME, the third book in the adult nostalgic romance series, Boston Classics, by Karen Grey. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on her giveaway.

YOU SPIN ME, the third book in the adult nostalgic romance series, Boston Classics, by Karen Grey

YOU SPIN ME (Boston Classics Series #3) by Karen Grey

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title:
YOU SPIN ME
Series: Boston Classics Series #3
Author: Karen Grey
Release Date: April 29, 2021
Genre: Adult Nostalgic Romance
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Synopsis
Some scars go further than skin deep…

1988 doesn’t end well for Jessica Abraham. In just one week she turns thirty, loses her day job, and loses the role of Ophelia to a younger actress. Rallying, she goes after a part at a theater outside of the city, but the director’s plan to hide her beauty behind hair, makeup and wardrobe from Cosmo’s “Don’t” column shakes her confidence to the core.

For the first time in her acting career, she won’t be able to rely on her carefully managed physical charms. Only her craft will count.

On a snowy night early in January 1989, a woman calls into DJ Callihan Alonso’s alt-rock radio show at the end of her commute. He asks her to call back the next night, and the next, just so he’ll know she’s home safe. There’s something about her voice that has him wanting more, but the longer they talk, the closer she gets. Compromising each and every wall he’s built around his heart.

If two lonely people fall in love over late-night phone calls, will meeting face-to-face make them, or break them?

In this heartfelt, slow burn retro romcom, it may be the end of a decade, but it’s the beginning of a love story.

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Excerpt
CHAPTER FOUR

It’s Tuesday, January third in the last year of the eighties. Still getting used to that. Cal Alonso here at WBAR to keep you night owls company. Weatherman tells me the skies are clear but the roads are still icy from the weekend storm, so be careful out there kids.

JESS

By the time I get on the road after my first rehearsal at Chichester Rep, the highway’s free of cars. The trip back is shorter than the trip up, but it feels longer. My day started way too many hours ago. I’ll miss the kids when my job ends in a couple weeks, but it’ll be nice to get to sleep in a bit.

At least the good radio station’s signal sticks with me for the whole trip. Singing and car-dancing keeps me awake, and the sexy-sounding DJ is an added bonus. This guy rocks.

Just as I pull into my apartment parking lot, he asks a trivia question that I actually know the answer to. I figure the odds of winning are low, but the cold night air has me sprinting from my car to my apartment anyway, so I may as well try for it.

“Come on, come on, you stupid door.” Sticky lock conquered, I race to the phone. The station’s phone number was seared into my memory the moment his growly voice recited it, so I punch in the numbers with confidence. When I get ringing instead of the usual busy signal, I do a little battement dégagé in celebration.

“Yello, it’s WBAR.” The guy who answers is definitely not the DJ. He sounds like he’s about twelve. “What’s the pencil sketch technique used in the ‘Take on Me’ music video?”

“Rotoscoping.”

“Righteous. You won the Tower Records gift certificate.”

“Awesome! I’ve never won anything before.”

“Tight.” He doesn’t sound anywhere near as excited as I am. “Okay, uh… I need to get your name and address so we can send it to you.”

After I give him the info, I ask, “Hey, can you give the DJ a message for me?”

“A message?” I sure hope he’s not twelve. He sounds totally stoned.

“Can you thank him for me? He totally saved me from crashing into a ditch or something tonight. I have this new, long commute, and⁠—⁠”

“You know what? You tell him. Hang on.”

The heat is supposed to be fixed, so I try to reach the thermostat while I’m on hold. Unfortunately, the phone cord doesn’t quite reach. I’m about to put the receiver down when the voice from the radio lands in my ear.

“Cal here.”

“Oh, hi.” My heart jumps along with my feet as they fly into a changement. “You’re really… Callihan?”

“Speaking.”

“Thanks for—Um, aren’t you, like, on the air?”

“There’s a song playing right now.”

“Oh, duh. I get it. I was listening in the car, but I ran into my apartment to call in for the contest.” Why am I being such a Joanie right now? Boys never make me nervous. “Anyway, I wanted to thank you. I have this new job an hour’s drive away and I hate driving at night and you totally kept me from falling asleep on the way home and crashing my car on Route 3. So… thanks. I just wanted to say that.”

“I’m glad you did.” There’s a smile in his voice. Hopefully, he’s not laughing at me. But I wouldn’t blame him.

“Okay, well.” A ridiculous-sounding giggle chirps out of me. “Thanks again.”

“Wait. Do you work this late all week?”

“Um, yeah. Tuesday to Friday.”

“So you’ll call again tomorrow.”

“What if I don’t know the answer?”

“The answer to what?”

“To the trivia question.”

“That doesn’t matter. You can call anytime.”

“Even if there’s not a contest?”

“Even if there’s not a contest.” When I don’t say anything, he adds, “If you don’t call, I’ll worry.”

“Oh, gotcha. Well, good night.”

“Wait—what’s your name?”

“Jessica. Jess. Either one.”

“Good night, Jess. Sleep well.”

“You, too. I mean, when you get to. Not now. Silly me. You’re working.”

“Doing what I can.” When he laughs, the rumble rolls into my ear and rushes all the way to my lower belly, flooding me with… I don’t know. The vibrations are like a massage from the inside.

Damn. Now I’m more riled up than when I ran in the door. As I skip across the room, the hum of the dial tone makes me realize that I’ve still got the receiver pressed to my ear.

After setting it back in its cradle, I move through a series of pliés, kicks and extensions to wind down as well work off the time I spent sitting at rehearsal and in the car. When my teaching job ends, I’m going to have to try and pick up more classes at the studio where I teach jazz on Monday nights—both for the cash and to stay in shape. Meanwhile, I may not have normal furniture, but I do have a beautifully crafted ballet barre in my living room, which I use more than I’d ever use a couch.

Discipline, my constant companion, guides me through my bedtime routine.

Skin care. Water. Sleep.

As I slide into dreamland, a question pops into my mind. I wonder if that DJ looks as sexy as he sounds?

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Teaser from YOU SPIN ME, the third book in the adult nostalgic romance series, Boston Classics, by Karen Grey

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Author Karen Grey

Author Karen Grey

About the Author
KAREN GREY is the pen name for award-winning narrator Karen White. A stage, screen and radio drama actor in Boston, New York and Los Angeles in the late 20th century, she started recording books in 1999. Now back in her home state of North Carolina, she shares a home with her family and (probably) too many pets, where she continues to narrate audiobooks as well as make up stories.

The first three books in her Boston Classics series of retro romcoms released in 2020, with more to come in 2021. What I’m Looking For, #1 in the series is the winner of AudioFile Magazine’s Earphones Award, the NJ Romance Writers’ Put Your Heart in a Book contest and Hearts Through History’s Romance Through the Ages contest in the Modern History category.

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Where to Find Karen Grey
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Release Day – FADE INTO YOU (LA Rock Star Romance Series) by Elle Greco

 

Today is release day for FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Ell Greco

Today is release day for FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Ell Greco. See below for information on the book, buy links, and an exclusive excerpt.

FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in her adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Elle Greco

FADE INTO YOU (LA Rock Star Romance Series #4) by Elle Greco

About the Book – Read for Free with Kindle Unlimited
Title: FADE INTO YOU
Series: LA Rock Star Romance Series #4
Author: Elle Greco
Release Date: April 19, 2021
Genre: Adult Contemporary Romance
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE | Amazon IT 

Synopsis
It’s all fun and games until someone falls in love.

Six years after the cops found Ear Assassins’ lead singer dead of a drug overdose, his widow Lydon Johnson has only just begun to pick up the pieces. Now she finds she’s fast running out of money to support herself and her son. A reality TV show is an unappealing means to an end, but in the interest of keeping a roof over their heads, she signs on. But the producers soon find out, Lydon’s kind of boring for a rock and roll widow.

Vince Davis, lead singer of Anthem, is a rock and roll legend two decades in the making. But when the head of his longtime record label is exposed as the cause of his son’s drug overdose, his attempt to split his band from the label comes with a personal cost that he’s not sure he’s ready to make.

Enter Lydon. Vince has an idea to spice up Lydon’s flailing reality show: pretend to be lovers. Thrust back into a glowing spotlight, can Vince’s amped star power get Anthem out of their contract on his own terms?

The reality TV producers think it’s a match made in rock and roll heaven. What could possibly go wrong?

When you hate the person you are supposed to fall in love with, LOADS.

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Teaser from FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Elle Greco

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Excerpt
Vince flashed his panty-melting grin. “And now we also know that the feelings you have for me scare you.”

“Rubbish,” I snapped. His eyes danced with humor.

“Seriously, Lydon, I’m scared too.” His hands slid along my thighs. “But it’s worth the risk, don’t you think?”

I closed my eyes. “We can’t let Charlie know. I don’t want him hurt.”

“I’d never hurt Charlie.”

I opened my eyes to see his earnest look. “But you might hurt me, and right now that’s the same thing in his little boy heart.”

He pressed his hand over mine on my chest. “I don’t want to hurt you, Lydon.”

“We don’t go into these things wanting to hurt people. It’s just what happens. It’s a by-product,” I said. My brain flashed to Charlie again. He never knew Chad, so he never experienced that sort of aching loss. His loss was different—more of a sadness around never having a father. If Charlie got close to Vince and lost him… that pain rips through your heart and cuts into your very soul.

Was I willing to take that gamble with Charlie’s heart? Because it wasn’t just my own that was exposed.

“I can’t, Vince. It’s too risky.”

He leaned into me, a hand landing on the mattress by my hip. “Lady Ly, we are halfway there with this reality show. Maybe we should try?”

It was tempting. Vince was right. The sex we had was explosive. It was raw. It felt right.

But it had also been six years since I last got laid, so I couldn’t exactly trust what I felt.

I leaned away from him. “How about we just, you know, scratch the itch every once in a while?”

His head cocked. “Go on. I want to hear this.”

“I mean, we carry on as normal, faking it for the cameras and such. But if we get the urge to, you know…” I paused. “Have intercourse…”

Vince closed his eyes and shook his head. When he opened them again, he pressed his forehead to mine. “So, friends with benefits.”

I stared at his full lips and tamped down the urge to kiss him. “We could call it that, I suppose.”

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Teaser from FADE INTO YOU, the fourth book in the adult contemporary rockstar romance series, LA Rock Star Romance, by Elle Greco

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Author Elle Greco

Author Elle Greco

About the Author
I write fiction about badass women (and the people they love).

Urban Fantasy lovers will know me as Karen Greco, author of the best-selling Hell’s Belle series. My Contemporary Romance books are written under Elle Greco. While the genres are worlds apart, strong female characters are the chain that links all my worlds. These women are magical. They wield wicked weapons. They play a mean drum solo. They fall in love. They rule the boardroom and the bedroom. Whatever they do, they do it with swagger.

My storytelling career began when I forced everyone play “make believe” with me when I was a kid. That eventually morphed into banging out short stories on my mom’s old manual typewriter. As I got older, I graduated to penning bad poetry, then not terrible plays as a teenager. I studied playwright in college but my career took a detour and I ended up working in journalism and then entertainment publicity, which kept me busy for 20 or so years. 

My “day job” has taken me from gritty rock clubs in The Bowery to glam red carpets during movie premieres and awards shows. My background working with talent (and the suits) in the industry has served me well with the LA Rock Star Romance series.  A few years ago, I decided to pursue my original passion and a few full-length novels later, here we are. I love anything spooky and impossible to explain. If you love hanging out in cemeteries, the older the better, I’d totally go on a road trip with you. I have two rescue dogs, a patient husband, and an awesome kid.

Where to Find Elle Greco
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Blog Tour – Excerpt + Giveaway – RUNAWAY TRAIN (Runaway Train Series) by Lee Matthew Goldberg

 

Welcome to the blog tour for RUNAWAY TRAIN, the first book in the young adult contemporary series, Runaway Train, by Lee Matthew Goldberg

Welcome to the blog tour for RUNAWAY TRAIN, the first book in the young adult contemporary series, Runaway Train, by Lee Matthew Goldberg. See below for information on the book, buy links, an exclusive excerpt, and details on his giveaway.

RUNAWAY TRAIN, the first book in the young adult contemporary series, Runaway Train, by Lee Matthew Goldberg

RUNAWAY TRAIN (Runaway Train Series #1) by Lee Matthew Goldberg

About the Book
Title:
RUNAWAY TRAIN
Series: Runaway Train Series #1
Author: Lee Matthew Goldberg
Publisher: Wise Wolf Books
Release Date: April 29, 2021
Genre: Young Adult Contemporary
Links: Goodreads | Amazon | Amazon UK | Amazon CA | Amazon AU | Amazon DE | Amazon IT | Amazon FR

Synopsis
They told me I was an out-of-control train about to crash…

Everything changed when the police officer knocked on the door to tell me – a 16-year-old – that my older sister Kristen had died of a brain aneurysm. Cue the start of my parents neglecting me and my whole life spiraling out of control.

I decided now was the perfect time to skip town. It’s the early 90’s, Kurt Cobain runs the grunge music scene and I just experienced some serious trauma. What’s a girl supposed to do? I didn’t want to end up like Kristen, so I grabbed my bucket list, turned up my mixtape of the greatest 90’s hits and fled L.A.. The goal was to end up at Kurt Cobain’s house in Seattle, but I never could have guessed what would happen along the way.

At turns heartbreaking, inspiring, and laugh out loud funny, Runaway Train is a wild journey of a bygone era and a portrait of a one-of-a-kind teenage girl trying to find herself again the only way she knows how.

 

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Excerpt #3
The grunge mixtape I’d made for Kristen has become a permanent fixture in my life, rotating from the car’s tape deck to my Sony Sports Walkman as if it possesses the uncanny ability to keep me further connected to her. We’d gotten into a fight before she died. Not a knockdown, drag-out, hair-pulling kind of battle—more so a test of willpower. I’d taken to smoking cigarettes in my room. This was a new phase. Before I’d previously sneak them in the backyard, but my personality was starting to veer toward not giving a flying pig. She complained about the dangers of secondhand smoke and that she could smell it in her room. I told her she was mental. Then we had our dueling music wars.

Kristen blasted Mariah Carey’s “Dreamlover,” super happy pop garbage that I counterbalanced with some Alice in Chains “Dirt” with its heavy guitars, droning vocal harmonies, and drug-induced lyrics. She fought back with Janet Jackson’s insipid “That’s the Way Loves Goes.” Barf city. So I attacked with Soundgarden’s “Jesus Christ Pose,” thrashing guitars yet powerfully ethereal. She cued up some Ace of Base, and I rushed inside her room and turned off that nonsense.

“Like, don’t you want to listen to music that has meaning?” I asked, my blood boiling. How could we come from the same womb and be such polar opposites?

Kristen was wearing a green facemask, her blond hair in a ponytail, ready for bed super early since she had a 6:00 a.m. track practice.

“Don’t you ever want to listen to something that’s not so depressing and moody?”

I started to respond that not all my favorite songs are depressing, but “Jesus Christ Pose” ended and “Face Pollution” began, making my point moot.

“I like songs about love,” Kristen said.

“Mariah Carey is like artificial sweetener.”

“Her songs are catchy,” Kristen said. “Music doesn’t have to open up a vein like you want it to.”

“Will you just give, like, Nirvana a try?” I asked, begging. My eyes were even tearing, unsure why I was getting so emotional.

“Nico, it’s just not for me.”

“I’ll play ‘Drain You’ and you’ll see–”

“I have early practice tomorrow,” she said, turning her nose to the door as an indication for me to leave. So I stomped out and turned my music up even louder, just to piss her off. The next day we didn’t speak and the following morning after that she died so I could feel extra lousy about my shitty self.

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Author Lee Matthew Goldberg

Author Lee Matthew Goldberg

About the Author
Lee Matthew Goldberg is the author of the novels THE ANCESTOR, THE MENTOR, THE DESIRE CARD and SLOW DOWN. He has been published in multiple languages and nominated for the Prix du Polar. His first YA series RUNAWAY TRAIN is forthcoming in 2021 along with a sci-fi novel ORANGE CITY. After graduating with an MFA from the New School, his writing has also appeared in The Millions, Vol. 1 Brooklyn, LitReactor, Monkeybicycle, Fiction Writers Review, Cagibi, Necessary Fiction, the anthology Dirty Boulevard, The Montreal Review, The Adirondack Review, The New Plains Review, Underwood Press and others. He is the editor-in-chief and co-founder of Fringe, dedicated to publishing fiction that’s outside-of-the-box. His pilots and screenplays have been finalists in Script Pipeline, Book Pipeline, Stage 32, We Screenplay, the New York Screenplay, Screencraft, and the Hollywood Screenplay contests. He is the co-curator of The Guerrilla Lit Reading Series and lives in New York City. Follow him at LeeMatthewGoldberg.com.

Where to Find Lee Matthew Goldberg
Goodreads | Website | Facebook | Twitter | Instagram

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