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~ REVIEW: Outlaw’s Kiss (Grizzlies MC #1) by Nicole Snow ~

31 Mar

91FjR-Jr2aL._SL1500_SynopsisAN OUTLAW’S KISS SEDUCES, CONQUERS, AND NEVER LIES…

MISSYThe dirty little secret dad left in the basement was supposed to be our salvation. Guess nobody told him you don’t take cash from killers without savage consequences.

Now, the Grizzlies Motorcycle Club owns my sister and I. We’re only alive because the rugged hulk with the piercing eyes who won’t stop ordering me around says so. He saved us, but he’s also an enigma I don’t understand.

Why does he keep calling me his old lady? Is he really the light to our darkness? And why the hell can’t I stop thinking nasty, shameful things about ending up underneath his wicked tattoos and crude lips?

BRASS

I claimed her on impulse, and all my brothers laughed. Didn’t know I’d end up with a smoking hot spitfire who looks at me like I’m the devil himself.

I expected my reputation to crack, but my damned mind’s going with it. She’s got me questioning my own club and asking myself every single day how long I can keep my hands off her.

It was only pretend, a way to keep her safe. But I can’t ignore the very real brutality, corruption, and danger stalking us. Just like I can’t forget the storm in my blood that won’t stop howling ’til she’s wearing my brand and bracing for my kiss.

Play time’s over. Missy’s gonna be my old lady – no more faking it – and nothing’s standing in my way…

The Outlaw Love books are stand alone romance novels featuring unique lovers and happy endings. No cliffhangers! This is Brass and Missy’s story, first in the Grizzlies MC series.

daniell review 5 star aWith her father’s death, Missy is now the sole caregiver for her teen sister, Jackie. She isn’t sure how she is going to support them both with no job but is hoping for a miracle.  Then she recalls her father’s last cryptic words about something he had hidden in the basement of their house and hits the jackpot when she finds a stash of thousands of dollars.  Missy doesn’t know or care where the money came from, only that it is her and her sister’s way out of the desperate situation they faced.The Grizzlies’ MC want the money that the cartel paid to a traitor for information about their club and don’t care about taking out the traitor’s two innocent daughters. But Missy catches the eye of Brass, one of the MC members, and he decides to save her and Jackie’s life by claiming Missy as his.  Missy is thankful that she and Jackie are still alive but is going to have to come up with a plan to get away from Brass and the rest of the MC.

But the more time she spends around Brass, the more Missy realizes he has done to protect her and her sister. And the chemistry between Missy and Brass is smoking hot and it isn’t long before they give in to their desire for each other. But the Grizzlies MC is in a lot of turmoil within their club and with the cartel. Will Brass be able to continue to protect Missy and Jackie from all the shit raining down on him and his brothers? Will Missy be able to embrace the MC life and want to be Brass’ old lady for good?

I loved this book!! I have read countless MC books but I felt this one was a bit more dark and gritty than others and I loved it. Both main characters, Brass and Missy, are fantastic. Missy is a strong heroine who didn’t whine about her situation and didn’t let any of the badass bikers walk over her. Brass is a hot and sexy biker ready to protect his woman at whatever cost. Loved the banter between these two and the sex is panty-melting hot! This is the first book I have read by Nicole Snow but most certainly won’t be the last!!

**ARC was provided in exchange for an honest review**

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~ Spark and Spark X by Jessica Sorensen Release Day Blitz + Giveaway ~

31 Mar

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Happy Release Day to Spark (the Death Collectors Young Adult version) and Spark X (the the Death Collectors New Adult version) by Jessica Sorensen. Check out a teaser from the New Adult version below and make sure to enter the giveaway for a chance to win an ebook copy of one of these books! Good luck!

Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000037_00038]SynopsisNow that Ember is a Grim Angel, she’s facing the biggest challenge of her life. Not only does she have to decide if her heart lies with Asher or Cameron, but she has to make a choice that could alter the fate of the world.

Good or Evil.

Angels or Reapers.

Which side will conquer?

**Mature Content Warning** 17+ for language and sexual content.**
(New adult paranormal version of my young adult book, Spark (Death Collectors, #3). It contains more violence and more sexual content.)

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Pageflex Persona [document: PRS0000037_00039]SynopsisNow that seventeen-year-old Ember is a Grim Angel, she’s facing the biggest challenge of her life. Not only does she have to decide if her heart lies in Asher or Cameron, but she has to make a choice that could alter the fate of the world.

Good or Evil.

Angels or Reapers.

Which side will conquer?

(This is the young adult version of Spark X (Death Collectors, #3).

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**from Spark X – the New Adult Version**

Prologue

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I’ve been in love with Ember Rose Edwards for a while, but she doesn’t know it. I can’t tell her, either, not when the battle’s ending solely rests on her making a choice and sacrificing someone she loves. If I were to divulge how I feel, I’d be interfering even more, and I’ve already been banished for entering her life. It’s not something I regret. I made the choice the day I first saw her. I wanted her in my life, regardless of the consequences.

That day feels like such a long time ago, yet it hasn’t been more than a few months. So much has happened since then. So much has changed, for the better and the worse.

God, we were both so different back then.

As I sit beside her bed and watch Ember sleep, my thoughts drift back to the day when I first laid eyes on her…

I was sent to that place to collect a soul, but what I didn’t expect was that I’d end up at a house crammed with a ton of humans, dry humping the shit out of each other. I had instantly wanted to get the hell out.

A rock song plays on the stereo and floats across the room full of people dancing. Beer cans and cups cover the floors, and the air is drenched with the stench of cigarettes. It has been a long week. Michael, the leader of the Angels, has sent me on a total of five missions to collect souls, which is a large amount compared to most Angels. Then again, Michael has never been a fan of me, considering I have Reaper blood.

My sole purpose tonight is to wait until the person dies then collect their soul before the Reapers get ahold of it. I’ve already spotted three Anamotti, and I’m guessing they’re here for the same reason I am—waiting for the person to pass away.

I sense a fight in the air, thick and heavy, like tar.

I lean against the wall near the corner, watching the crowd, drinking a beer, eager for the night to be over. As my gaze travels over each human, I wonder which one of them is the unlucky person who will die tonight. Humans are so fragile, so…

The air suddenly thins and charges with electricity, full of life and death mixed together. My attention drifts to the side of me, my senses sharpening as I zero in on a girl. Ember Rose Edwards. Her name comes to me like a breath of fresh air.

I’ve never met her before, but know her name for solely one reason—she carries Angel blood, just like she carries Reaper blood.

Sadly, I haven’t crossed paths with a Grim Angel in a while, because Reapers are making them a dying breed. Usually, I pass by without so much as a second glance, despite my connection to them. This time, though, I find myself staring. One, two, three songs go by, and I still can’t seem to take my eyes off her.

She’s gorgeous, to say the least. Dark hair flows down her back, skin as pale as snow, full lips as red as a rose, and big, hazel eyes. But her beauty isn’t the only thing that captures my attention. It’s the pain hidden in her eyes, masked beneath her strength.

Her attention is fixed on the throng of dancing people, and she looks as uninterested as I felt until I laid eyes on her. She keeps her distance, too, probably because of her Grim Angel ability to see death with a touch.

I know I should stay away. Let her be. I’ll be breaking a lot of rules if I interfere with her life, but I find myself moving in her direction, drawn to her.

When I reach her, I whisper the first thing that comes to mind. “God, it’s like mating season in here.”

She shudders from the feel of my breath and stumbles forward, stomping on the toe of my boot. As she regains her balance, her gaze whips in my direction and slowly travels from my boots to my shirt then finally rests on my eyes. She swallows hard as our gazes lock, and I realize she is afraid of something.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” I apologize quickly.

She shivers again then clears her throat. “Sorry about your shoes.” She starts to back away nervously. “Crowded rooms just make me a little uneasy.”

I chuckle, crunching the empty cup in my hand and chucking it into a nearby trashcan. “I know what you mean. All this”—I gesture at the people dry humping one another—“is an excuse for the opposite sex to rub up on one another.”

“That’s a pretty good observation.” She almost smiles, and I feel like I won the lottery or something.

Pressing my lips together, I inch closer and lean over her shoulder. She stiffens from my nearness, probably worried I’ll touch her and force her to see my death. I won’t put her through that, though, so I make sure to leave a sliver of space between us.

“Take those two for instance.” I point at a girl with pink hair dancing with a gangly guy. He moves with a huge lack of coordination, while the girl is graceful, looking bored as hell. “I think they’ve got their own mating ritual going on. Although, I think it might be a one-sided mating ritual.”

She tracks where I’m looking. “I think you’re right.” She turns to me, and for a moment, the pain in her eyes vanishes and pure lust flashes, instead. “It looks like she’s bored.”

My heart thuds deafeningly inside my chest from the look of desire in her eyes directed at me. “Is she a friend of yours?”

She nods, biting her lip contemplatively. “Her name’s Raven.”

I cock my pierced brow. “Like the poem?”

“You know Edgar Allan Poe?” He face lights up with excitement.

Jackpot. The girl has it bad for the dead poet, who I vaguely remember meeting two centuries ago.

“A little bit.” I stare at her beauty, trying to figure out what to do next. I know what my body wants to do with her, and my mind seems to be veering toward the same thing. Regardless, I’d be in a shitload of trouble for touching her. Fuck, even this conversation is going to get me into trouble.

“What’s your name?” I ask, trying to act as normal as I can.

“Ember.” She scoots forward, holding her breath as a girl stumbles by, having a drunken conversation with the air.

“Ember … I like it.” I dare a step or two closer and breathe in the faint scent of her—roses with a hint of lilies. “ ‘And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor,’ ” I quote the one line I can remember from Edgar Allan Poe’s “The Raven.”

“I thought you said you knew a little?” she asks me, impressed.

I shrug, stuffing my hands into my pockets. “What can I say? I’m fascinated with the idea … love, death, and the insanity it brings.”

She grows uncomfortable with my mention of death, and her eyes anxiously sweep the crowd as if she’s seeking an escape. I can’t have her leave just yet. I need to keep her here a little longer. I don’t want her to go.play list

 

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Jessica Sorensen is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author from the snowy mountains of Wyoming. When she’s not writing, she spends her time reading and hanging out with her family.

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~ Believing in Brave (Brave #1) by M.S. Brannon Release Blitz + Giveaway ~

31 Mar

Believing In Brave ebookSynopsisFor Kennedy, graduation day will most likely be the best day of her high school years. Tormented by classmates, the time spent behind those four walls has been next to impossible, and all Kennedy has wanted to do is blend into the background and disappear. The only friend she has ever felt connected to and could depend on is her horse, Brave. All of that changes the day she meets Jesse Blake.

For Jesse, simply getting by has been his life for the past few years. Bouncing from foster home to foster home, Jesse was easily expendable and forgotten by the people who were supposed to care for him, unless he was breaking the law. That is, until his latest crime spree sends him away from the concrete jungle of Washington D.C. and to the sunny, small town of Golden Springs. It’s there Jesse can’t escape the looks from everyone who treat him like the delinquent he appears to be. All of that changes the day he meets Kennedy McDowell.

In a chance meeting, Kennedy discovers her father’s newest employee on the ranch is the criminal the entire school is talking about. It’s this working relationship with Jesse that allows her to finally discover what it’s truly like to have a friend she can talk to. It’s also how Jesse discovers Kennedy is nothing like the other people in town. Together, they will learn what it takes to finally Believe in Brave.

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ExcerptHundreds of eyes turn as we leave my locker and head toward the classroom. The beautiful criminal and the invisible wallflower walking side by side as the whispers float through the air like fall leaves in the wind. With every stride we take I can feel old wounds start to heal, and for the first time I really don’t want to be invisible. Today, I was noticed and it wasn’t by the other people in school. It was from the boy who’s melting my heart with every flash of his smile and sound of his raspy voice. ~ Kennedy McDowell, Believing in Brave

Abou the authorM.S. Brannon was born and raised in the Midwest. She still resides there today with her wonderful husband and son. When she is not writing or reading, M.S. Brannon spends time with her family, watching movies, and discovering new music. She writes romance because she believes love and heartache is the rawest emotion one can experience.

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~ Heart Mates by Mary Hughes Cover Reveal ~

31 Mar

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Title: Heart Mates (Pull of the Moon Book One)

By: Mary Hughes

Release Date: 04/28/2015

Genre: Paranormal Romance

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SynopsisHeart Mates (Pull of the Moon, Book 1)

Witch plus wolf? They’re allergic. Except no one told their hearts.

Shifters and witches? Forbidden on pain of death. Might as well stick a fork in a light socket. Yet those are the kind of sparks witch princess Sophia Blue
feels when she meets wolf shifter Noah in her aunt’s bookstore.

But Sophia is stuck. Her aunt is missing and Noah, the last person to see her, is Sophia’s only hope. If not for that and her aunt’s new, cute little
doggie, Sophia would run as far as she could from the sexy, hard-hewn alpha.

Noah’s stuck too. Before disappearing, the aunt hit him with a hex gone horribly wrong—he’s the doggie. By day he’s fifteen pounds of yippity-yip, and with
five anti-alpha wolves nipping at his heels, that’s deadly dangerous. Only Sophia can help him, but she has lost her magic.

Then an evil mage from Sophia’s past shows up with murder on his mind, and all Noah’s instincts shout to protect the woman his misguided heart thinks is
his mate.

Warning: Sinfully sexy alpha thrown together with a hot witch in a small town. Sass, sparkle, a meddling aunt, snafus, growling, fighting, and oh yeah,
sex. Might want to get up to date on your shots.

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Sophia, looking for her missing aunt, seeks alpha wolf Noah at beta Mason’s garage.

“I don’t know where Noah is. How could I?” Yet even as Sophia spoke, that snarl of awareness curled up her nape.

Mason said, “He phoned just a minute ago. Said you named him Kin—”

“—someone to help,” a bass voice thrummed from the dark depths.

Sophia spun. That masculine voice, vibrating with power, plucked a long string of deep, throbbing need.

A man emerged from the blackness, gliding into the sharp white light. Her entire belly turned inside out.

Crane-her-neck tall. A smooth prowl, all muscular grace, extraordinary strength and endurance. A fall of black hair over a high, regal brow. He was total
alpha—powerful, deadly and sexy as hell.

Her eyes widened, her jaw dropped and her heart beat hard against her ribs as her hormones plonked “Endearing Young Charms”—and then exploded. Not really,
but the full-body shiver and the rush of hot need through her veins was anything but mild.

He stopped a few feet from her, standing with breathtaking stillness. Werewolves were usually ruled by their aggression, so the man’s cool composure was
even more striking.

Definitely a were, though. His honed jaw was textured by the rough black morning-after-sex stubble all male wolf shifters seemed to have. Her body splashed
with a hot me want of desire.

Their eyes met.

Power shows in the eyes. This man had power, and to spare. She was stunned by irises of pure silver around pupils which opened to her like velvety black
pools. She fell in and happily drowned.

“Noah, finally,” Mason said. “I found Marlowe, but he’d already gotten rid of the…” He cut Sophia a glance. “The thing. I read the kid the riot act, made
him do some work around here and sent him home.”

“Good.” Noah’s answer was for Mason but his gaze was still locked on Sophia. He took a step nearer, his eyes flashing. “You’re Linda’s niece.”

“Yes.” Nervously, she fingered her pearls. Those gleaming silver eyes knocked her off-balance, drilling into her very thoughts. She sucked in a breath, got
a lungful of hot male and nearly imploded when her body zinged like every hormone she had was shouting alleluia.

Damn it, no. He was a shifter. Worse, he was pack alpha, bound to be mated. An ex-witch slavering after a mated alpha?

Smiting was happening for sure.

He glided another step closer, his muscles sliding easily under his skin and clothes. He raised his hand and caught her fumbling fingers, stilling them.

The warm pads of his fingers pressed against her skin were stunningly sensual. Her lips fell open because she was having trouble breathing. She blinked at
him.

He lifted her hand from her pearls and brought it to his nose. Finally those remarkable eyes closed as he inhaled. A tiny, appreciative smile curved his
lips, as if he were enjoying the bouquet of a fine wine. “You smell amazing.” His voice rippled with a low, sensual growl.

Her body responded with “Endearing Young Charms”. Boom-boom.

When his lids lifted, his gaze had gentled. The wolf within was very strong, but the man controlled it utterly.

A half step closer, him or her, she wasn’t sure who. Their auras kissed. A thousand butterflies jigged inside her. Pure male heat rolled over her skin,
edged with virile, wild magic. A tremor hit low in her belly. If she leaned in a fraction of an inch, she’d touch him, flesh-on-flesh…she swallowed hard.
Touching him might be like completing an electrical circuit, and she’d be the one fried. “Look, I’m trying to find my Aunt Linda.”

His gaze dropped to her mouth as she spoke. “She owns the bookstore.”

“Yes.” Under that silvery gaze, her lips felt too full, throbbing. The word was hard to form. She licked.

His pupils dilated until his eyes were pure black, riveted to her mouth. “You’re the gor—the woman in the picture.”

What had he been about to say? Gorilla? Gourmand? Gorgeous? “What picture?”

“Your aunt has a photograph of you.” He released her hand to slide a finger under her chin.

All her breath expelled. Without oxygen, she let him tilt her face to one side, then the other. The throbbing in her lips intensified.

His lids lowered, lazy with promise. “Your nose is longer than I expected.”

Wow. Just what a woman wanted to hear. “Thanks.”

“It’s a good nose. Honest. Elegant. I like it.”

Instantly the throbbing was back, but she pushed it away, mirrored it by stepping back. “An honest, elegant snout is still a snout.”

He followed her. “Your nose is unique, like your scent. Exotic. Deeply enticing.”

He was right on top of her. She stared up into eyes glowing between lids slit, not in suspicion, but heavy-lidded with intent.

The intent to kiss her.

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~ Closer (Loose Ends #2) by Kaia Bennett Release Blitz + Giveaway ~

31 Mar

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Closer
by: Kaia Bennett
Loose Ends #2
Publication Date: March 31, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Erotic, Interracial, Romance
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After a whirlwind week of hot sex and growing affection, Nicole and Gabriel were forced to part ways and to return to real life. For a while they danced around each other, meeting up when they could, the distance between them rivaled only by their desire to be together again.

Now these lovers are no longer star-crossed. They’re in the same city at the same time and can finally indulge their insatiable passion. At least until Gabriel’s increasingly popular band goes on tour.

But the ticking clock of his budding music career isn’t the only obstacle to contend with. A blast from Gabriel’s wild past, a guy that kept Nicole warm in Gabriel’s absence, and fear of what the future holds all converge just as they’ve begun to realize this might be love…

Author’s Note: This book contains strong language and sexual content with dark elements, some of which readers may find uncomfortable.

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It was around three o’clock in the morning when Nicole heard her phone ring. She tried to block out the noise by throwing her pillow over her head, ignoring that niggling voice of common sense that said a phone call this late could be about something important.

A gruff masculine voice next to her said, “Nicole, get the… who the fuck could be calling… ?”

She heard a deep sigh, felt the bed shift and a warm body stretch across her back.
“Hello?” he grumbled. There was silence for a long moment, then a huff. “Yeah, hold on a minute. Nicole?” He shoved her shoulder twice. “Nicole, wake up. It’s for you.”

His next words brought her into full consciousness. “Some dude named Gabriel. Says it’s important.”

Nicole peeked out from underneath the pillow so fast Travis blinked in sleepy surprise from under his mussed black hair. She wiped a hand over her face, pushing her hair out of her eyes, and sat up on her elbows to take the phone. She was embarrassed by how anxious she must appear, which was reflected in the look Travis gave her as he handed her the receiver. What if something horrible had happened? Gabriel wasn’t known for calling her in the middle of the night for something unimportant. That’s what emails and texts were for.

“Gabe?” she blurted. “Is everything okay?”

“Hey, Nicole! I’m so sorry I’m calling this late!” he yelled. She immediately sat upright her, heart pounding in her chest. Gabriel’s voice always had that effect on her.

“No, Gabriel, it’s fine, but what’s going on? Did something bad happen?”

“No, no! Nothing like that, sweetheart,” he said in that deep, raspy voice, and the familiar term of endearment sent a rush of warmth over her skin. “It’s all good news, but I couldn’t wait to tell you till tomorrow.”

About a year and a half had gone by since that incredible, sex-filled week when she visited her sister and he caught her masturbating on his bed. In that time she’d graduated college, moved from Austin, Texas to New York to be closer to her sister Jackie, and gotten a job. But when it came to him, nothing had changed. She was still the girl who found herself getting wet at just the sound of his raspy voice, the girl who had yet to find a man that measured up to him.

They’d managed to keep in touch, even after he moved out of her sister’s place to start really pursuing a music career full time. He’d set his sights on traveling and touring, which he and his band Fool the World had really started to do just a few months before she finished her last year of college. When they could – when he and his band were playing a gig she could make, or when he was in town for a while – they would get together and see just how much their bodies were still in sync. But the reality was they were on two separate paths and a real relationship wasn’t going to work. They’d never talked about it in too much depth, since technically they were never a real couple. But they both agreed it was the right decision to keep things from getting too heavy.

That didn’t mean it hurt any less for her.

It had been months since they’d been in the same city, let alone gotten to spend time with each other. Moments like this were what she had to hold onto now instead of him.

There was commotion on the other line and she could hear him walking, the sound of wind whooshing through the phone. She started to say something but was distracted by the lamp on at the other side of the bed flooding the room with warm light. She turned around quickly to find Travis, who was truly nothing more than a friend with benefits, staring at her with those dark blue
eyes. He looked between her and the clock as if to say, Who the fuck is Gabriel? And why is he calling at three o’clock in the morning?

“Hold on a sec, Gabe, I gotta go in the other room.” Nicole threw Travis an apologetic look, covered the phone with her hand and whispered, “He’s a really good friend, I’m sorry, it won’t take long, so you can go back to sleep.”

The look on Travis’ face made her think his mind must be channeling Biz Markie’s song “Just A Friend”. Well… Gabe was just a friend. A very, very good friend with exceptional benefits.

She made sure Travis couldn’t see or hear her, then she sighed and rolled her eyes as she padded into the living room. He was sweet, fun to catch a movie or have a beer with. They had an understanding and she enjoyed spending time with him, but it never once occurred to her they could be anything but the occasional distraction to each other.

“Hey, sorry about that,” she said stifling a yawn and rubbing at her eyes.

“Did I interrupt… you know, you and the guy that picked up the phone?” She heard him clear his throat on the other end. One of his few nervous ticks.

She nibbled at her lip and spared a glance over her shoulder, as if she expected to see Travis standing there watching her. The golden lamplight from her room was shining into the hallway, but that was the only indication he was still awake and possibly listening to her.

“Um… yeah, I mean, no. We were asleep but… it’s okay. What’s going on?”

She heard silence for a moment, and then, “I’m sorry I… sorry I woke you guys up. I wasn’t even thinking straight. Typical, right? But I wanted to—”

There was the sound of loud voices cheering in the background that muffled out part of his statement and made him laugh. The sound sent an involuntary shiver through her body, as if she had recorded his laugh into the very marrow of her bones.

“Sounds like you had a great show. Are you celebrating or something?” she asked with a weary laugh. Rising into the foreground of all the commotion was the sound of Jonny Beckett’s voice, who was the lead singer, along with some girls that were giggling like giggles were going out of style.

“Yeah, we are,” he said, the excitement in his voice returning full force. “A music exec for Phantom Records saw us play again tonight. He said he was feelin’ our music and he wants to meet with us at the end of the week. Do you know what that means?!”

She couldn’t speak, her brain was having trouble functioning. Phantom was an indie label a lot of their favorite bands were on. She used to lie against him in bed after he moved out of Jackie’s, listening to the music of bands that Phantom execs had gone to see one night and plucked out of obscurity. Was he talking about a record contract, a chance to be one of those success stories?

“Are you saying…?”

“He wants to sign us, Nic! We meet him and the heads of the label this Thursday and if everything goes the way it’s supposed to with the contract—”

Even before she could speak her face was breaking into an exuberant smile. “Are you kidding me? Are you fucking kidding me!?”

“Nah, sweetheart! Fool the World is gonna have a fucking record deal!”

“Oh my God! Oh my God!!” she screamed into the phone, jumping up and down, squealing and listening to the sound of his laughter on the other end, completely oblivious to anything else in the world.

“Look, I know it’s late and all, and I’m sorry, but I couldn’t wait to tell you. Just couldn’t wait.” The soft edge in his voice, made her heartbeat stutter in her chest. “You were the first
person I thought of – well you and Jackie and Ian, but she would’ve kicked my ass if I called her this late,” he quipped with a chuckle.

She wished she could wrap her arms around him and show him just how happy she was for him. She wished she could say something more eloquent than ‘Oh my God’. She wished she could hear his voice because his lips were by her ear, instead of through the receiver of a phone. She wished she could taste his mouth, his neck, his chest, lick and nibble her way down those twin tribal tattoos on his sides…

She hated going down that line of thought. It was bad enough she still fantasized about him, but to know it wasn’t meant to be and she still felt as strongly as ever killed her. She wished she could just forget him sometimes, that Travis or someone else could be enough. But just when she started getting used to the idea that they weren’t going to be together, he would call, he would come into town, or she would listen to one of his songs and think of him. She would find herself transported back to the times they’d hooked up, and then back to that one glorious week when she’d had him all to herself, a secret tucked away. But it didn’t do any good to think about that kind of thing now. She forced herself to listen to him, to cheer him on as he talked about continuing to move on without her.

“I’m so ecstatic for you and the guys, Gabriel. You have no idea. I can’t wait till you get it down in writing so I can start bragging about how I know a bunch of rock stars. I’m going to have to tell all my friends. They’re gonna freak!”

He laughed, started to say something, and once again his words were blocked out by the background noise.

“Can’t even fucking hear myself think!” he grumbled good-naturedly. “Listen, we’re gonna be back in town in a couple days so we can get ready to meet with the label. If you’re not busy we could meet up,” he paused and again cleared his throat. “You can bring your boyfriend, unless you’ve got plans or some—”

“Oh, no, Travis isn’t my boyfriend,” she said quickly, wincing at the excitement in her voice and how she must have been loud enough for Travis to hear it. “We’re just… we’re just friends.” She wasn’t exactly sure how to explain why a male friend was lying in bed with her when he called, so she decided to hop right over that bit of awkwardness. “I’m not busy this week. I can see you whenever you get back and you can tell me everything.”

“Cool,” he said, and once again she found her body thrumming. It was rare that she got to see him, but when she did, she knew there was a good chance she would get to feel him inside of her again. “I’ll give you a call, we’ll go out and eat or something, really celebrate and catch up. Just the two of us.”

“Okay,” she managed to whisper, swallowing hard. She almost groaned at the prospect of spending an entire evening with him for the first time in months. “Congratulations, babe. I’m so, so proud of you.”

He yelled his thanks over the ruckus around him, laughing. “I’ll let you get some sleep. Night, Nicole.”

She smiled softly. “Night, Gabriel.”

She clicked the phone off, cradling it against the butterflies in her stomach and processing his voice, his great news, and the fact that in a few days she’d be able to show him just how happy she was for him. Then she heard a zipper and turned.

Travis was leaning against the doorjamb zipping up his jacket, then he reached down and grabbed his motorcycle helmet off the floor. She was going to ask him why he was leaving, if he was upset, but the look in his eyes made her not even bother. It was obvious he’d been listening to
her conversation. She didn’t blame him for not wanting to play second fiddle, for not being able to spend the night.

He was still sweet. He gave her a kiss and told her to call him whenever. But when he left she couldn’t help but feel a hollow sense of defeat. Travis was the kind of guy a girl was lucky to actually date, and here she was pining for a voice on the other end of the phone. A voice couldn’t keep her warm at night. A voice on the phone couldn’t hold her and make her feel safe and special, not in the way she wanted to feel.

But it wasn’t just anyone’s voice. It was Gabriel’s. That voice carried the memories of nights when he had kept her warm, when he’d made her feel like the sexiest and most beautiful woman in the world. She couldn’t let go of that. Not even when holding on caused her to watch a good guy’s back as he closed the door on what might have been.

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Synopsis: Nicole Langley’s #1 Crush has always been Gabriel Roberts, but settling for being a friendly acquaintance has had to be enough.

Gabriel has always seen Nicole as his good friend’s very pretty, but extremely off limits baby sister.

Then a hot summer day and an even hotter discovery pushes them over the lines of friendship, over the lines of unrequited desire, and into each other’s arms.

Will they indulge and move on? Or will this crush turn into something more, something deeper? Something that leaves loose ends begging to be tied…

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Kaia Bennett is a native of New Jersey, a college graduate and U.S. Army veteran who loves music, movies, astrology, tattoos, martial arts, animals and, of course, the written word. She heard the siren call of the writer as a teenage girl, but took her sweet time answering it until she had lived and loved enough to share her work with the masses.

She is an erotic author who loves to write stories with diversity, depth, realism and viscerally hot encounters that flirt shamelessly with the taboo. A lover of all genres and a voracious reader, she aims to write stories that are transformative for her characters and readers alike.

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It’s up to the Descendants of Enoch—an order of humans meant to protect the holy angels while on Earth—and Clark’s Nephilim to set this destroyed world back on its axis. The angels in Heaven are busy repairing their city and rebuilding a new form of democracy. In Hell, everyone is adjusting to a new form of leadership after Clark killed Lucifer, prince of the fallen.

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Everybody expects something of Dom, they have his entire life. His family expects HIM to lead, provide, and support them. His company and employees expect him to keep their business successful, intact. His wife, V, expects him to be the beST man he can be.

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Dom’s father, although long past, had left unfulfilled expectations of his own. Everything he built, bled for, killed for… died for, was left in Dom’s hands.

Dom tried to change things, set things straight, atone for the sins of his father and father-in-law. But, it hasn’t been easy. Many others benefitted from his business dealings, and aren’t willing to loose them so easily.

Emilio Rizzo has vowed to keep things the way they were. He’s waged a war to take full control from Dom, with no concern for the toll it will take on everyone involved. Innocents will be harmed, lives will will be taken, and hard-earned progress will be lost unless Dom steps in and fights the way he was born to.

Someone will be disappointed. Will it be his family, his employees, his father, or his beloved V, when he becomes…

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