~ REVIEW: Beautiful Lies (Book One) by Sharlay ~

PAIGE’S STORY

After a tragic accident Paige Carter has spent the last year of her life falling in love with a man named Taylor.

But there are two huge problems…

One…She is already in a relationship with her boyfriend Rick.

Two…Taylor doesn’t exist outside of the dreams in her head…

Paige’s story is the first book in the Beautiful Lies series and can be read as a standalone. For ages 16+

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I loved this story!! It was full of twists and turns that held my interest until the very last page.

Paige has it all: incredible family and friends, a career she loves and an amazing boyfriend of 2 years.  Then one night, an accident changes her life completely. During a month-long coma that resulted from the accident, Paige dreams of a man named Taylor and falls deeply in love with him.  However, when she awakens, her boyfriend, Rick, is the only one by her bedside.  She tries unsuccessfully for a year to forget about Taylor, who continues to exist only in her dreams. Rick is tired of sharing Paige with an imaginary person but she cannot let Taylor go.

Is Paige willing to risk her relationship with the man she has loved for over 3 years for someone who lives only in her mind?  But can she forget about the man who has made her feel more loved and happy than ever before?

I thoroughly enjoyed this story. It is full of passion, love, heartbreak and mystery as well.  I loved that this story was in no way predictable and just when I though I had it figured out, I was wrong.  I loved the main characters and felt the turmoil and pain of the situation right along with them.  The secondary characters in this story were great as well and I am looking forward to their own stories. Very well written story and I look forward to reading more from this author in the future!

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~ I Still Love You by Jane Lark Book Blitz + Giveaway ~

Title: I Still Love You

Author: Jane Lark

Genre: New Adult  Romance 18+

Publication Date: April 30, 2015

Publisher: HarperCollins

Imprint: HarpersImpulse

Price: USD FREE

ISBN: 9780008144036

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Jason watched his new wife, Rachel, wishing he could make her laugh like she used to. She’s making him up like a zombie for Halloween but she’s the one acting like a zombie lately. This past year has been a rollercoaster ride for the young couple, but now suddenly the ride’s stopped and Jason isn’t ready to get off. He wants his Rachel back, but seeing as his Rachel is hurting because she’s sick, does it really even matter what he wants

Rachel hates the sadness in her husband’s eyes. It doesn’t feel like he loves her anymore. But then who could love an emotional cripple like her? She’s dragging him down, but knowing it doesn’t mean she can control her illness any more than he can.

 

Jane is a writer of authentic, passionate and emotional Historical and New Adult Romances.

 She began her first novel at sixteen, but a life full of difficulty derailed her as she lives with the restrictions of Ankylosing Spondylitis.

 When she finally completed a novel it was because she was determined to be able to say I’m a writer.

Now Jane is thrilled to be giving her characters life in others’ imaginations at last.Jane is also a Chartered Member of the Institute of Personnel and Development, and uses her knowledge of psychology to bring her characters to life.

‘Basically I’m a sucker for a love story. I love the feeling of falling in love and it’s wonderful to be able to do it time and time again in fiction, plus my understanding of people helps me write the really intense relationships I enjoy creating.’

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~ Heat (Hypothesis #2) by Penny Reid Book Blitz + Giveaway ~

 Heat
by Penny Reid
Hypothesis #2
Publication Date: April 30, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Humor, Romance

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Elements of Chemistry: HEAT is part 2 of a 3 part series (65k word novel) and ends in a cliffhanger.

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Four days left.
Private beach (…and boat).
Not so invisible girl.
And maybe less of a jerk-faced bully than originally thought.
What’s the worst (or the best) that could happen?

Kaitlyn is finding life outside of the science cabinet of obscurity to be quite illuminating …and so are her pants.
When things heat up between Kaitlyn Parker and Martin—previously known as the jerk-faced bully—Sandeke, she places her trust in the one person she never thought capable of earning it, let alone keeping it safe. Fortunately or unfortunately for Kaitlyn, where she gives her trust she can’t help but also give her heart.

But how will the world beyond the sanctuary of their newfound connection react to their relationship? Soon senators, chinless billionaires, and elements beyond Martin and Kaitlyn’s control want to weigh in on the young couple’s future.

Navigating the chaotic inferno of new love might be more than Kaitlyn bargained for, and much, much more than her trust—or her heart—can handle.

SEX! It all started with sex, between my parents. Personally I don’t like thinking about it, but whatever works for you is a-ok with me. No judgment. The sex happened in California and much of my life also occurred in that state until I moved from the land of nuts (almonds), wine, silicon… boobs, and heavy traffic to the southeast US. Like most writers I like to write, but let’s get back to sex. Eventually I married and gave birth to 2 small people-children (boy-6, girl-4 as of this writing).

By day I’m a biomedical researcher with focus on rare diseases. By night I’m a knitter, sewer, lino block carver, fabric printer, soap maker, and general crafter. By the wee hours of the morning or when I’m intoxicated I love to listen to the voices in my head and let them tell me stories. I hope you enjoy their stories.

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~ Finding Me (His #3) by Mariah Dietz Cover Reveal + Giveaway ~

Title: Finding Me (His, #3)

Author: Mariah Dietz

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: June 1, 2015

I came here to escape. Leave the debris and avoid the inevitable truths.

Things are better.

Worse.

Different.

I’m finding me, but in the process I fear I’m forgetting those I have left, and the ones who have left me. Maybe I’m losing who I was.

Can I forget my past and move forward?

Can I forget him?

My eyes fly open and my mind feels alert. Normally nightmares wake me up like this, but this time, nothing is haunting me.

I look around the dark living room, feeling my heart race, and then realize what woke me up. A loud train of curses followed by a whine and a scratching at the door makes my heart squeeze. I sit up slightly, my eyes and ears desperately seeking the night for the confirmation that I’m not dreaming. A scraping against the lock sends my heart rate to unhealthy levels as my eyes widen and my muscles tense. When I hear the key turn, I drop back to the couch, squeezing my eyes shut and trying to bury my face in my pillow, behind a wall of my hair as I try to make my breathing sound normal.

I can tell when the door is opened by the click of Zeus’s nails against the hardwood floors growing closer to me. His voice is hushed as he calls out to Zeus, making my entire body pulse with familiarity and nerves. Zeus’s heavy breathing grows until he places his front paws on the couch in front of me and begins bathing me in heavy kisses. There’s no way to try and pretend I’m sleeping through this. I’ll drown first. Plus my need to see him is outweighing my fears.

I sit up and wipe a hand down my face while searching the dark living room for him as Zeus pushes closer to me, whimpering with anticipation and what can only be described as unleashed excitement.

Then he appears in front of the coffee table. It’s too dark to make out much of him, but every fiber of my being feels some sort of response, verifying that it’s him. Elation and fear, mixed with rage and jealousy, are topped with curiosity and pain. It’s a confounding and stifling overabundance of emotions that has my eyes staring wide at him, soaking up every last detail that I can manage in the dim light while Zeus works to climb higher on the couch, hovering over me.

Max stares back at me and although it’s too dark to see the blueness of his eyes, I can see the fierceness in them. He looks pissed. No relief, no happiness like Zeus, just anger.

“Zeus,” he calls again in a tone I’ve rarely heard.

“It’s alright. He can stay.” Thankfully my voice barely comes out above a whisper because my emotions are shooting through me like vinegar when it meets baking soda—unsteady.

He stares at me, and like a geyser, unspoken words flood my mind. “Hey, Max.”

He must be just as shocked as I am that I was able to speak those words because as soon as his name leaves my lips, he turns and ascends the stairs without responding. His bedroom door slams and then silence rings in my ears.

I catch a movement out of the corner of my eye and turn to see Landon in the hallway, running a hand over his jaw, wearing only a pair of gym shorts. His head turns from the stairs to me, and then he silently walks to the couch.

“He’s …”

“It’s okay,” I say when the rest of his words don’t seem to find their way out. “This is his house too.”

“He’s not mad at you.”

I turn to look at him in obvious disbelief. Anyone would have been able to see that Max was mad at me. His reaction wasn’t shocking exactly. Max lost one of his best friends, just like I had. There have been days that I have felt really angry over the whole situation too. Angry that I didn’t know how to communicate my feelings, and angry about the way he dealt with my insecurities. I still struggle with being angry over removing myself and moving to Delaware because I thought it would be the right decision for me.

Kitty and I have discussed my tendency to run from awkward situations; she’s the one who provided me with the new term “remove myself from.” It sounds a lot better than fleeing, but I had fled, and I know it. I can give a hundred reasons why for each time too, rationalizing each situation until I’m nearly positive it was the right decision—but I can never make it to one hundred percent. That small bubble of resistance and doubt always prevents me from being able to allow the memories to finally be discarded, and then it begins spreading, eating the conviction one doubt at a time.

Mariah Dietz lives in Eastern Washington with her husband and two sons that are the axis of her crazy and wonderful world.

Mariah grew up in a tiny town outside of Portland, Oregon where she spent the majority of her time immersed in the pages of books that she both read and created.

She has a love for all things that include her sons, good coffee, books, travel, and dark chocolate. She also has a deep passion for the stories she writes, and hopes readers enjoy the journeys she takes them on, as much as she loves creating them.

 

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Book: Leather for Two

Author: Rhonda Lee Carve

Genre: Contemporary Romance/MC

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Brotherhood or love. Blaze can’t have both.

Rena Rose belongs to Diesel, the leader of the Wings of Steel Motorcycle Club.  However, her heart secretly belongs to Blaze Donavon, Diesel’s right hand man and friend. 

One night, when boundaries slip, Blaze professes his feelings to Rena in a heated moment of passion. They break the rules of the club, and what is so wrong feels so right. They both realize there is little hope for them being together. Blaze lives and breathes MC. And Rena wants out. 

Diesel can’t keep his fly zipped, and when Blaze finds his friend with another woman, all hell breaks loose and Blaze’s secret love for Rena is exposed in a violent twist of fate.  Diesel is dangerous and Blaze would do anything to keep Rena safe, even if staying away from her is the only way.

Now, three years after leaving the club, Rena is working as a first grade teacher and life is stable, comfortable, exactly how she wants to keep it.

But her life is about to be thrown a curve ball.

Blaze shows up at her door with horrific news…Diesel is dead—murdered in cold blood.  But bad news isn’t the only thing on Blaze’s mind.  Feelings resurface as they face evil. Is the real enemy an outsider, or an internal tug of war within Rena?

Thrown into a web of lies and deceit, Rena and Blaze scramble to find the secret to Diesel’s murder. With Agent Peterson of the Federal A.T.F. breathing down their necks, the pressure continues to rise, as well as the heat between Rena and Blaze. 

The only problem…. who else is watching them? And will Blaze make the right choice—brotherhood or love?

“I can’t allow you to do this to me.”

“What, sweetheart?” he whispered.

“Make me lose all sanity. I don’t want this again.”

“Your eyes tell me something very different,” he whispered. His breath swept across my cheek. “I think you want me to take you to places you’ve never been.”

“My eyes are telling you to fuc—”

He pressed his finger against my lips. “Tsk, tsk, schoolteacher. What vile language you have.” His eyes sparkled. “Don’t make me put you over my knee and spank you.” His words held promise and my toes curled. The thought of his hand on my bare ass did pleasant and naughty things to my secret places.

I could only stare. My eyes filled with tears and my body awakened from years of being in a comatose state. His talent of disorienting me never ceased to amaze me. Why could no man erupt such a powerful force within me as Blaze could? I understood the influence he had on me, my body. He could drag me down a heated path of uncertainty and I’d go willingly.

He threaded his fingers into my hair and the clip snapped, a lot like the unlocking of the gates guarding my heart. The locks fell to my shoulders and across his tanned arm. I noticed the tattoo of a cross wound in ivy. I looked closer and my mouth fell open. “Blaze, my name, it’s in the tattoo.” My heart beat so loud it vibrated my eardrums.

“Yes. I got it after you left. Two of my favorite things. You and faith.”

I couldn’t hold my emotion any longer. 

“Aww, now. Don’t cry, baby. If I see tears, I’ll have to lick them away, one by one, and I don’t think I could stop there. I’ve been dreaming of tasting all of you.”

I jerked and tried closing my legs, but he stayed between them. He moved deeper, spreading my hips wider. His belt buckle rubbed my inner thighs, exploding a burning need in my core. I pushed the heel of my hands into his chest. I wanted to be angry. I wanted to fight the urgency within me—the driving desire pushing me to let myself fall into him. The boundaries were slipping. “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want to give in.” The cloud of desire welcomed me, enclosing me in its warmth and comfort.

“Remember when I told you how I wanted to sink myself deep into you? To hear you call my name. I wanted you to rip your nails into my skin and mark your territory, just as you marked my soul with your sweet love. I’ve thought about it over and over—thought about the things I could have done differently. And now, I’m lost. I’m brainwashed in your fucking heat, Rena. I want to ease this torture in my body.”

The moment turned tense. “I’m sure you’ve had plenty of help easing the strain behind your zipper.” I hated my bitter words that sounded like jealousy. I was jealous. I hated knowing another woman touched him, brought him pleasure. I squeezed my hands into fists, dragging the leather material of his cut between my fingers.

“I’m glad to see you’re still green-eyed with jealousy.” He winked.

“You’re a pig!” I pounded his chest, but not hard. Not enough to send him backward. I didn’t want him going anywhere.

He grabbed my wrists and held them easily in one hand, tight against his chest. He lowered his face so close that our noses touched. “There’s nothing to keep us apart now. You know why I came. And you’re glad I’m here.”

“What do you want?” The words slipped through my trembling lips. Would he kiss me?

“The same thing you want. What is that, baby? Say it…”

“I’ve always been weak when it came to you. My body wants your touch, but my mind is screaming that this can’t happen. I can’t go back.”

He dropped his free hand to my knee and slowly moved his fingers along the quivering flesh between our bodies. My crease throbbed and an irrefutable craving built inside of me. I knew it had always been there and he only disturbed it from the cave—uncovered it like a hidden treasure chest that I’d buried long ago. His fingers moved to the elastic of my panties, rolling the wide pad of a finger along the seam. I knew I should make him stop. He would if I asked, but for the life of me, I wanted more. I wanted him inside of me. “Do you like this, sweetheart?”

“Yessss!” I relaxed my muscles. Parts of me stirred alive. Fire lapped at my veins. I opened my knees wider, gyrating the apex of my thighs against the bulge in his jeans. Tingles moved at the pace of thick molasses through my secret parts until spasms took over. His finger continued creating havoc on the pearl nested in my pussy lips. A tremor scorched through my muscles and I squeezed my legs around his sides while deep moans slipped from my lips. I tucked my face into his shoulder as heat washed over my skin.

 “Before long I will have you in my bed. Wet and pleading for me to put out the fire consuming your intoxicating body. But it won’t happen now, not until your mind and body are on the same page. I want more than a fuck.”

At an early, Rhonda fell in love with romance novels, knowing one day she’d write her own love story. Life took a short detour, but when the story ideas would no longer be contained, she decided to dive in and write. Her first rough draft was on a dirty napkin she found buried in her car. Eventually, she ran out of napkins. With baby on one hip and laptop on the other, she made a dream into reality—one word at a time.
 
Her specialty is men who love to get their hands dirty and women who are smart, strong and flawed. She loves writing about the everyday hero.
 
When Rhonda isn’t crafting sizzling manuscripts, you will find her busy editing novels, blogging, juggling kids and animals (too many to name), dreaming of a beach house and keeping romance alive. Oh, and drinking lots of coffee to keep up with her characters.

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Title: THIRD DEBT (Indebted, #4)

Author: Pepper Winters

Genre: Dark Erotic Romance

Release Date: March 2015

“She healed me. She broke me. I set her free. But we are in this together. We will end this together. The rules of this ancient game can’t be broken.”

Nila Weaver no longer recognizes herself. She’s left her lover, her courage, and her promise. Two debts down. Too many to go

Jethro Hawk no longer recognizes himself. He’s embraced what he always ran from, and now faces punishment far greater than he feared.

It’s almost time. It’s demanding to be paid.

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Nila dropped the jumper onto the desk, cupping her breasts. “Does this count as acceptable to you?”

I couldn’t breathe.

Everything I’d been running from made my head pound, my cock beg, and the drugs in my system to fucking disintegrate.

What was it about her? Why did she have this control over me? And why was I utterly, ridiculously helpless around her?

God fucking help me.

Didn’t she know the more she antagonised me and made me slip, the more likely Cut would give her to Daniel and fucking slaughter me in my sleep? I wanted to strike her—hammer the precariousness of our situation home.

“Why did you bring me here?” she murmured, skirting the desk.

I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the hard pinpricks on her chest. She couldn’t be cold—not in this furnace. That meant she was turned on.

My mind instantly went to one question. Is she wet?

“Kes told you. Our secrets are now yours.”

“I don’t think that’s the only reason.” Closing the distance, she licked her bottom lip. “I think you wanted me off the estate, so you could have me without anyone seeing.” Her voice layered with sex and invitation. “You wanted me away from the cameras, so you could drop the act and show me the truth.”

Fuck.

I cleared my throat. “What truth?”

“That all of this is a lie. That you’re still the man I fell for—playing the same game you said you were sick of before I left.”

Shaking my head, I tried to clear my thoughts. “You’re once again delusional.” Swallowing hard, I ordered, “Go down to the sorting floor. I have a meeting to take care of—”

“No,” she breathed. “I’m not going anywhere until you stop being an asshole and show me the real you.” Closing the final distance, she stood beside me, crackling with mischief and lust.

Locking eyes, she undid the button and zipper of her jeans. “Don’t hide from me, Jethro. I can’t stay strong if you cut me out.”

My legs bunched to push the swivel chair backward. One heave and I could launch myself free and run from her web. But somehow, I couldn’t. I remained tethered in place; breathing fast, fear swamping my lungs.

She grabbed my wrist. “Don’t fight it. You can’t fight the inevitable.” Without a word, she pressed my hand into her trousers.

 

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She loves to travel and has an amazing, fabulous hubby who puts up with her love affair with her book boyfriends.

 

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Book: Shattered Lies

Author: Theresa Sederholt

Genre: Contemporary Romance

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Lies are shattered, leaving death and destruction in its path. To save a child, they must make a deal with the devil himself.

 

They had a plan: two days—get in, ask the questions, and get out. Seemed simple enough. But you know what they say about best laid plans. Life always seems to get in the way of living.

 

Revenge can be such a bitter pill to swallow, costing others to make the ultimate sacrifice.

 

Jax’s need for control slowly slips through his fingers as Raven’s past attempts to steal their future.

 

Will Maxwell be able to hang on to his happily ever after, or will it be cruelly snatched away, yet again?

I was born in Brooklyn New York. I am old enough to know there is no luggage rack on the hearse. I am married to a Professional Chef.

I have a son who is a Research Chemist and a wine maker. Yep I’m covered from the food to the drinks. I have 2 dogs Vito and Godiva.

I live in the United States. I’ve had so many different jobs, even I can’t keep count.

I believe if you give a girl espresso and Nutella she can change the world!

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Title: Stolen Art

Author: Ruth Silver

Publisher: Lazy Day Publishing

Release Date: April 29, 2015

Genre: Young Adult, Sci-Fi Romance

 

Sixteen-year-old Madeline has been living on the streets, biding her time until she’s eighteen. With little to no money, she takes on a heist in hopes of making ends meet. What could possibly go wrong?

Everything.

Getting caught is just the beginning of Madeline’s adventure as she meets Weston and discovers the secret of where she came from.

 

Fans of Orphan Black, The X-Files, and Fringe will fall head over heels for STOLEN ART.

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I rush back up the dark stairwell, shoving the key into the doorknob. It takes a minute for the lock to click and I push myself inside the apartment, securing every lock and deadbolt. I can’t stay here in Hutchinson, Kansas any longer. Pulling my phone from my purse, I text Weston.

Tatiana is here. It’s not safe for me.

I grab the few belongings that have any value to me, sentimental or otherwise, and shove it into my shoulder bag, including the stolen silver necklace. It has value and if I’m forced on the run, I’ll need money to survive.

I know.

What did Weston mean he knew Tatiana is at the bar? Had he seen her? Is he there?

What do you mean, you know? I type into the phone. If he saw her, why didn’t he warn me? I can’t go down out the front door and it’s only a matter of time until she finds me just a few feet away. I grow restless waiting for an answer.

The phone buzzes and displays an incoming call from Weston. “Wes, tell me you’re here.” The only thing to do is hop in his car and drive into the night, far from Kansas.

A female’s voice bubbles with laughter. “Oh he’s coming darling, but you should know he won’t get here in time. Amazing how easy it is to clone a phone number and steal his service. The advancements Stem Tech has made is encouraging.”

 

 

Ruth Silver is the best-selling author of the Aberrant trilogy. With a passion for writing and a love of story-telling, Ruth is actively writing multiple series under her name as well as the pen name Ravyn Rayne. Her interests include traveling, reading, and photography. Her favorite vacation destination is Australia. Ruth currently resides in Plainfield, Illinois.

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Title: The Story Of Lansing Lotte (Legendary Rockstars #2)

Author: L.B. Dunbar

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Date: April 28, 2015

I get it. I’ve heard the jokes. My name sounds like some medieval character who was a hero. Hell, my best friend’s named Arturo King. Ring any medieval bells? But this is my story and I’m no hero. I also get the jokes. Lancelot is a play on the words lance and lot, and a lance refers to a sword, which is a euphemism for dick. What does a man do with his dick? He fucks. A lot. So if my name is Lansing Lotte, I must be “fucking lot.” Get it? Fucking a lot? Which I’m not saying I don’t, that’s not the point. Another reference to something sexual. Get my point? Huh, I made a punny. But again this is my story, and I haven’t done anything funny. In fact, I’ve killed three women, and only one of them I loved. Yeah, that’s right? Not laughing now. It’s not funny. And I’m definitely no fucking hero.

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Character Introduction: Lansing Lotte

Paisley Belle reporting for Guitar Central. Today’s interview is with Lansing Lotte, guitar hero for the award winning rock band, The Nights. Despite the recent tragedy for The Nights, I was able to sit down with Mr. Lotte in a small coffee shop down the street from his historical home in New York City. Perkins Vale, drummer, and Tristan Lyons, bass guitarist, will be joining us soon, but with the few private minutes alone, I begin my inquiry.

Let’s start with how you got into music?

L: My mother was the most instrumental in my introduction to the guitar. Pardon the pun. She was what you’d call laid back, a naturalist, almost hippy-like. Music surrounded us and she eventually taught me to play on a 1931 Gibson L-I Flattop. I still have that guitar all these years later.

Speaking of family, we understand you’ve had a rather unusual upbringing.

L: (growing fidgety) I don’t typically talk about it, but yes, Vivian DuLac is not my natural mother. Yes, I did inherit Logres Construction.

Lansing remains silent for a moment, reflective, and I decide to move on.

Tell me about your nickname: The Lady Killer.

L: (flinches at first, but then relaxes, pushing his longer bangs off his forehead) Yeah, well, I’m okay with the ladies (a sly crooked smile begins and those blue eyes sparkle), but I’ve been known to make a few mistakes, break a few hearts. Maybe one too many. (sighs).

Broken hearts, what about being a hero?

L: (sitting up straighter and continuing to fidget with the coffee cup in front of him) I wouldn’t say I’m a hero. I did what anyone would do. I have…a connection…to the little girl. I needed to get to her.

(Raising my eyebrow) A connection, how?

L: (smiling deeper) It’s a long story (laughs).

Well, tell me the story of the band. How did you all come together?

L: I met Arturo when we were teenagers; he’s two years older than me. It was a fight over a girl (he looks away for a moment). Anyway, met Perkins in the woods one summer. We just sort of clicked. He’s a natural on the drums. Met Tristan after Arturo went to college. We just gel, a band of brothers.

(I soften my tone) And speaking of brothers, how are you all holding up with the news of Arturo?

L: What news?

Well, the recent events surrounding Arturo and his…

L: There is no news. All we know is Arturo was in an accident. I’m sure you’ve seen the images. Graphic. Disturbing. But we are still hoping for the best. He’s been spotted sporadically, but we don’t have any definite leads. What we do know, is if Arturo King were dead, we would all feel it. Our connection is that strong. If one goes, we would know it.

In an attempt to change directions, I ask: How is Guinevere DeGrance?

L: Why?

I’m taken aback for a moment and then he continues.

L: I apologize. Guinevere is holding up the best she can. Obviously this has all been quite a blow to her. She’s been through a lot, but she’s a strong woman. She’ll make it through this. She has me. She has the band. We are all there for one another.

There for each other, but who is there for you, specifically? (winking)

L: (seeming to relax). Someone amazing is there for me. I didn’t see her coming, but she means everything to me. She’s changed my life, literally. It’s a new chapter for me, and I’m looking forward to where this will lead (smiles deeply).

I can feel the exciting energy for his unspoken new love interest, but I decide not to pry further.

Okay, can you comment on your world tour being cancelled?

L: We had to cancel. We won’t continue without Arturo, so we decided to wait. The fans have been understanding. We are still working on finishing the album, and looking forward to a release tentatively in August. We appreciate everyone’s support for Arturo and we are certain he feels the love they keep sending out to him.

Anything you want to say to your fans?

L: We love you. Thanks for your support. We’re sticking together, no worries. You can keep up to date with all things The Nights on Facebook at: https://www.facebook.com/groups/737318906359166/

At that point, a beautiful blonde woman and a little girl dressed in a ladybug costume enter the coffee shop. Lansing’s attention shifts immediately and the little girl waves to him. He winks at her and she giggles in response. I don’t miss that his eyes wander up to the woman who waits patiently in line for coffee, not acknowledging him. The weight of the Lady Killer’s attention must be too much, because she turns toward us, and slowly smiles at Mr. Lotte. I’ve seen that look before on a few ladies of society. This one definitely has more-than-a-crush on the rock star sitting before me, but I can tell by the look on his face, he feels the same way about her.

There’s no sign of Perkins Vale or Tristan Lyons, but I can’t wait to get the nitty-gritty on the quiet member of the band, Perkins. That giant drummer has some secrets, and I can’t wait to learn them next.

Paisley Bell, Guitar Central. 2015

L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and the upcoming Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.

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Book seven in the New York Times and USA Today
bestselling

Rose Gardner Mystery series.

 

Rose Gardner hates seeing her normally flamboyant best
friend Neely Kate struggle with depression. So when Rose stumbles onto a piece
of evidence indicating her birth mother might have been involved in a crime,
she does the one thing guaranteed to cheer Neely Kate. She convinces her friend
to help her solve a mystery. Though their penchant for investigating has gotten
them into plenty of pickles in the past, what can go wrong if they’re looking
into a case that went cold a quarter of a century ago? But the deeper they dig,
the more dirt they unearth.

 

While she’s busy unraveling the past, Rose must also
reprise her role as the Lady in Black as part of her ongoing agreement with the
king of the Fenton County underworld. In so doing, she discovers a mysterious
enemy is intent on attacking her friends, and her assistant DA boyfriend might
be next on the list.

 

As both situations reach a boiling point, Rose must
face the possibility that certain secrets were meant to remain buried and not
even her special talent can get her out of every predicament.

 

“I thought you’d been banned from the Piggly Wiggly.”

I turned around to see my former neighbor standing in line behind
me. The octogenarian looked the same as ever—cranky—only there were some
new faint blue streaks in her white hair.

I lifted my chin. “I guess that’s just proof you can’t believe
everything you hear.” I pulled a bag of pasta out of the cart. “I like what
you’ve done with your hair.”

She patted the top of my head. “What happened to my hair is none
of your business.”

Fair enough. I turned my back to her.

“Are you still living in sin with the assistant DA?”

“I could argue that the answer to that question is none of your
business, but I have nothin’ to hide. So if you’re asking if Mason and I are
still living together, the answer is yes.” I set a container of strawberries on
the conveyor belt. “What have you been up to, Miss Mildred? Have you stalked
any other neighbors lately?”

“The neighborhood has been remarkably quiet since you left. Murder
and mayhem are at an all-time low.”

“You can’t blame Miss Dorothy’s death on me. That was Jonah
Pruitt’s mother.”

“And then there was the bank robbery.”

“I was an innocent bystander. Besides, you weren’t even there.”

She pointed her finger at me. “I heard about your job at that
stripper club. God rest your poor momma’s soul.”

“I never stripped! I never even took my clothes off!” I protested
louder than I’d intended. She didn’t need to know Neely Kate had taken a
disastrous turn on the stripper pole.

A mother with two small children was rounding a corner just then,
about to head down another aisle. Her mouth dropped open and she gave me the
stink eye as she shoved her poor preschool-aged boy on the other side of her,
away from me, as though my presence might somehow infect him. Only she pushed
him a little too hard and he crashed into a cereal box display on the endcap.
An avalanche of boxes came crashing down on him and his mother.

“Look what you did!” Miss Mildred shouted, louder than any
loudspeaker could hope to be. Every person in the front of the store turned
their attention to her.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake!” I shouted. “I wasn’t anywhere near that
display!”

The store manager walked toward the cash register as Bennie—who
was sacking my groceries—stared, taking everything in.

Miss Mildred narrowed her eyes and pointed her finger at me. “You
are a menace to society. I’m gonna start a petition to have you kicked out of
town.”

“You can do that?” If so, maybe I could somehow get Hilary kicked
out on her rear. But my excitement over possibly evicting her was short-lived.
I quickly remembered Joe saying if he had the authority to force her out of
town, he would have done it by now. “Well, I guess that’ll give you some
excitement to take your mind off how boring the neighborhood’s become without
me.”

That wasn’t the reaction she’d wanted, but she clamped her mouth
shut.

The mother of the boy was trying to dig him out from under a pile
of boxes while her little girl started sobbing. “I lost my brother!”

The store manager had rushed over to help, but he kept throwing
glances my way that clearly said he was trying his best to figure out how to
blame me for the latest mishap.

Thankfully, the cashier said, “That will be one hundred and
thirty-six dollars and fifty-nine cents.” Her tone let me know she was just as
eager to be done with me as her boss was.

Bennie was bagging the last of my items. “Look, Miss Rose. I was
careful with your eggs.”

“You did a great job, Bennie,” I said as I dug through the cash in
my wallet. The girl was crying louder and her brother had joined in the chorus,
although not because he was hurt—he was upset his mother had dug him out of his
new fort. The afternoon had gone from bad to worse and I just wanted to go
home. When I realized I didn’t have enough cash, I handed the cashier Mason’s
credit card.

She glanced at it and turned it over. “This isn’t your card.”

I rested my hands on the small shelf near the conveyer belt,
wondering why I hadn’t just slid the card through the card reader. “It’s okay.
It’s my boyfriend’s.”

“But it’s not yours.”

“Well, no. But he gave it to me to use.”

She looked over her register toward the fracas behind me. “Ed.”

But Ed was too busy tripping over boxes and dealing with the irate
mother to hear her.

“Ed!” she shouted, and when she got his attention, she continued.
“We got a case of identity theft at register four.”

“What?” I gasped.

The mother looked up at me like I was one of the horsemen of the
apocalypse.

Bennie’s eyes widened like saucers. “You’re a thief, Miss Rose?”

“What? No!” I turned to the cashier. “I didn’t steal his identity.
If you’ll just call Mason, he’ll tell you it’s okay.”

Miss Mildred gave me a smug grin. “I knew you were wicked since
you were little. It was only a matter of time before you were put away in
prison.”

“I didn’t steal Mason’s identity!”

The cashier’s frown deepened and it was a wonder she hadn’t set
permanent lines in her face. “You can tell it to the Henryetta Police.”

 

Crappy doodles.

 

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author
Denise Grover Swank was born in 

Kansas City, Missouri and lived in the area
until she was nineteen. Then she became a nomadic gypsy, living in five cities,
four states and ten houses over the course of ten years before she moved back
to her roots. She speaks English and smattering of Spanish and Chinese which
she learned through an intensive Nick Jr. immersion period. Her hobbies include
witty Facebook comments (in own her mind) and dancing in her kitchen with
her children. (Quite badly if you believe her offspring.) Hidden talents
include the gift of justification and the ability to drink massive amounts of
caffeine and still fall asleep within two minutes. Her lack of the sense of
smell allows her to

perform many unspeakable tasks.

 

 She has six children and hasn’t lost her
sanity.

 

Or so she leads you to believe.

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Email: DeniseGroverSwank@gmail.com

 

 

 

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