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Thursday, August 29, 2019

After We Met by Evan Grace




Title: After We Met

Author: Evan Grace
Genre: Contemporary New Adult Romance
Release Date: August 29, 2019





Blurb

Gorgeous. Sweet.
Funny. He made me feel things that I’ve never felt before. In just one short
week over Spring Break, I began to fall in love. That is until it all fell
apart. Now, here I am, three years later and I’ve moved on, at least that’s
what I told myself until he came crashing back into my life. Things have
changed. I’ve changed, and there’s something he doesn’t know. 


He wants me to give us another chance. I try to fight it, but it’s not long
before all of those same old feelings come rushing back. I know he feels it
too. I can see it every time he looks at me. I can feel it every time he
touches me.



It feels like I’m missing something. Like there’s something that he’s not
telling me. Something that has the potential to tear it all apart. After all,
it’s not easy when you fall in love with your best friends’ father. I didn’t
stand a chance after we met. 









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Excerpt

“You are so
beautiful,” I whisper. I know I’m playing with fire right now, but I’m
beginning not to care anymore.
Lani licks her lips,
it’s like she’s begging for me to kiss her. As much as I want to, I just can’t.
I can’t do that, and I can’t do it to Molly. They’re best friends and I
wouldn’t want it to destroy their friendship.
I reluctantly let
her go. “We’ve got a busy day tomorrow. Maybe we should call it a night.” She
follows me out of the pool.
I wrap her towel
around her—my eyes never leaving hers as I slowly dry her off. My heart is
pounding in my chest, squatting down in front of her I dry her legs off. My
eyes drift down to her long shapely legs.
My fingers ghost
over her smooth skin. I don’t miss Lani’s quick inhale of her breath or the
rapid rise and fall of her chest. If I close my eyes, I swear I can smell her.
My dick stands at attention and begs me to be inside her.
“Ahem…you better get
inside.” My voice is hoarse, laced with desire. “I’ll-uh… see you in the
morning.”
“Goodnight,” she
whispers. Her voice is melodic and makes my blood sing. I don’t stand up until
she’s inside and I see the guest bedroom light flip on upstairs. Only then do I
extinguish the torches and head inside.
When I finally
settle into bed, I can’t sleep. Is it because I know she’s upstairs sleeping?
Is it because I’m dying to know if she’s wearing that threadbare tank top
again? Before I can stop myself, I’m out of bed throwing on some basketball
shorts and walking out of my bedroom.
I stand at the
bottom of the stairs and take a deep breath. Step by step, I walk silently up
the stairs. When I reach the top, I walk toward Lani’s closed door. I lift my
hand to knock when I hear a soft moan and a faint buzzing sound. I need to walk
away and give her privacy, but instead, I put my ear to the door and listen to
her masturbate.
“Oh Damon.”
She just moaned my
name and my cock is so fucking hard right now. I wrap my hand around it through
my shorts and squeeze, trying to ease the urge to come. Lani comes with a
muffled shout and I swear my balls start tingling.
I head downstairs
before she catches me, but once I’m in the privacy of my bedroom, I jerk off
voraciously until I’m spent and only then do I fall asleep.






Author Bio

A Midwesterner and a readaholic most of her life. One day an idea came
into her head and a writing career was born. She's a sucker for happily ever
afters and loves creating fictional worlds that others can get lost in. She
loves putting her characters through the ringer, but loves when they get to
that satisfying, swoony ending. 
When the voices in her head give it a rest, which isn’t often, she can
always be found with her e-reader in her hand. Some of her favorites include,
Aurora Rose Reynolds, (the queen) Kristen Ashley, Kaylee Ryan, Natasha Madison,
and Harper Sloan. Evan finds a lot of her inspiration in music, movies, TV
shows and life. 
She's a wife to Jim and a mom to Ethan and (the real) Evan, a
weightlifter, a home healthcare scheduler, and a full-time writer. How does she
do it? She'll never tell. 




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The Dream Weaver by Chantae Oliver

The Best Moments by Elena Monroe






Title: The Best Moments
Series: The Amherst Sinners #2
Author: Elena Monroe
Genre: Bully Romance
Release Date: August 20, 2019





Blurb


SAINT
College turned out to be my first everything.
Love.
Sex.
Heartbreak.
Betrayal.
Giving up and running home wasn’t an option.
My life was stained by absentee parents, a night of regret
still haunting me, and living so controlled I barely felt anything, but white
knuckles before I met Oliver. 
Least he was a stain I wore proudly.
One pretty face made me feel everything.
For that, all I wanted was to save Oliver from his past more
than myself.
Isn’t that what unconditional love is?

SINNER
College was supposed to be my second chance.
I was working on my third.
I broke her heart in record time.
Everyone leaves and no one ever comes back. I knew that
best. Even Layla.
The guilt of another regret weighted too heavy. So heavy, I
invited my demons back in to soften the blow.
I added more mistakes to my bad reputation.
Everyone was right about me.
It was never my demons, she was never the cure, and I’m
simply a pretty face with an ugly past.



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Author Bio

Elena Monroe
grew up in Florida scribbling down stories from a very young age. These stories
were really just wavy lines filling the paper, but she knew each word, each
emotion, each character's name, and there was no tricking her into forgetting
what each line signified. Just like her unconventional way of writing as a
toddler Elena is setting her own rules and just telling stories.



Much like her debut novel, The Best Years, life certainly imitated art.
Transplanting from the South to the East Coast, Elena currently lives in
Connecticut with her soon to be husband, reformed bad boy.



Find her on her social media through Twitter at @elenamonroe, Instagram at
@elenamonroewrites, Facebook at @elenamonroewrites, and more!


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Blood King by Amber K. Bryant


Blood King
Amber K. Bryant
(Spirit Seeker, #1)
Published by: City Owl Press
Publication date: August 27th 2019
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

While the Blood King lives, no one is safe.

Sybille Esmond never wanted to inherit her family’s weird business: summoning spirits of the undead and guiding them to the afterlife. While it pays the bills, dealing with supernatural monsters comes with colossal risks, including becoming undead herself.

When tall, dark, and undead Elis Tanner, a reformed member of the soulless ever-after, invades Sybille’s life, bringing with him a possessive, disembodied ex-wife, those risks get complicated, and those complications become dangerous.

Sybille must aid Elis in confronting his jealous ex while also investigating the Blood King, a beast who refuses to die—by stake or by poison.

After a harrowing possession leaves her burned and bruised, Sybille finds herself drawing closer to the tempting Elis, who may be the only one capable of helping her kill the unkillable. With the Blood King and his legions of undead closing in, she discovers her own life is far from the only thing in jeopardy.

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EXCERPT:

Unlike most of the people in attendance, Sybille Esmond hadn’t come to the county fair to watch a rodeo show or stroke the glossy fur of ribbon-winning show rabbits.

She came to be hypnotized.

Sybille stood among the selected volunteers as the would-be hypnotist, Elis Tanner, circled them, his scrutiny of his subjects aided by a flourish of his hands to the waiting crowd. Their environment presented a jarring mix, up-tempo techno music blaring like a nineties rave set against rainbow-themed carnival tents and food stands hawking deep-fried butter.

Elis raised his uplifted arms higher, mimicking a conductor about to direct an orchestra. As he closed his hands into fists, the music cut out. The crowd stopped their chatter, blueberry snow cones lowered, gazes raised as the man on the stage commanded their attention. A chill ran up Sybille’s spine.

They were ready to be entertained and mesmerized, and though Elis Tanner had yet to do either, people were already leaning forward, hushing young children, silencing their phones.

The music came on again, another driving beat. Its vibrations tickled Sybille’s toes.

She couldn’t blame the crowd for wanting to be tricked in exchange for a bit of harmless fun. Only in this case, they weren’t being tricked, not the way they imagined.

And Elis Tanner was far from harmless.

“How many of you have been hypnotized before?” He spoke with a vaguely British inflection, like someone who had lived stateside long enough that only scraps of their original accent remained. It reminded her of black and white movie actors. Cary Grant but a bit less Bristol.

A few people raised their hands, garnering a knowing smile from him. Sybille kept hers down. “The truth is, you’ve all been hypnotized multiple times. Every one of you.”

The audience shifted. Sybille remained still. Elis was right: hypnotism was no magic. Not under normal circumstances. Today’s show would present a different story, however. If he was nothing else, Elis Tanner offered the most abnormal of circumstances Sybille had ever come across.

“Hypnotism is simply another state of consciousness, no different than the ones we pass through on the way to and from sleep,” he explained to them.

He searched the audience with clear grey eyes and then turned his gaze to the volunteers, stopping at her. It was a slight hesitation most would have missed, but Sybille was determined to miss nothing. In the briefest of pauses, perhaps there lay a hint of recognition.

Or perhaps not. Either way, Sybille must tread carefully. The enraptured audience had made themselves totally vulnerable. She glanced at her fellow stage-mates. They’d been naive enough to volunteer in handing their will over to him to play with for an hour. Sybille volunteered as well, but unlike the others, she did so with full knowledge of what she was getting herself into.

The music continued to blast. Intolerably loud, it forced its way into her, her head throbbing within a wall of sound.

Elis asked the volunteers to take seats in the metal folding chairs set out on the stage. “Are you ready?” He looked at her when he said this. Eleven volunteers nodded. Sybille smiled. She was ready. It was Elis who had no idea what was coming.



Author Bio:

Amber K. Bryant is an award-winning speculative fiction and romance writer living deep within Sasquatch territory in Washington State. Her stories have gained over ten million reads on Wattpad, where she has built a world-wide fan base. She collaborated on a short story with R. L. Stine and won several contests judged by Margaret Atwood. When she isn't writing, she works as a librarian and spends time with her husband and son enjoying the beauty of the Pacific Northwest. She has yet to spot Bigfoot but has faith it will happen one day. Blood King is her debut novel.

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Star Knight Errant: Thrust by A.K. Shelley


Star Knight Errant: Thrust
A.K. Shelley
Publication date: August 26th 2019
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Science Fiction

When Martian Air Science Engineer Cass Hedley takes a dare to use her new Artificial Intelligence system for a night of erotic release, there’s only one man she can imagine spending time with—the legendary comic book hero Star Knight Errant. She imagines strong hands, hard abs, and bubble baths, but her black market AI has another idea—an illegal fight club that will only end in her sexy companion’s death…or hers.

When Evander Mór transports to an unknown desert planet, his mission changes. Instead of brokering a peace deal, he’ll figure out what backwater he’s landed on and enjoy a well-earned weekend off with a gorgeous scientist. But when things get hotter than a supernova between them, he discovers he only has eighteen hours to stop an AI bent on murder, convince Cass he’s more than fiction, and find a way to cross the gulf between galaxies to bring her home.

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Cass squinted at the wall screen. The call with Sylvia dropped mid-sentence—typical solar flare interference. Cass and the other Terran engineers worked miracles with rock, water, and bio-matter, but there was no getting around Mars’s feeble electromagnetic field. She glanced at the AI manual on her opaque crystal tablet while waiting for her friend to reappear.

Sylvia’s image blinked back on, mid eye-roll. Ever the confident space port commander, Cass’s best friend hated repeating herself. Unfortunately, calls dropped with regularity between Cass’s new station near the equator and the established colonies. They wouldn’t have proper communications until shielded lines ran from Elysium to Hellas, which would take years.

“As I was saying, your new place is barren. You need to paint. Throw art on the wall, pillows on the floor. Get plush rugs fabricated. Something, anything.”

Sylvia was right. The concrete monolith, aside from its gorgeous views of Elysium Planitia’s frosted desert, was dark, sterile. It even smelled like a new building—concrete sulfur, stone, and the chem salts meant to mask the Martian building materials. Not home. “It’s only been two weeks. I’ll get to it.”

“What are you reading?”

“House AI instructions.” Cass frowned.

“Thank the Gods. How’d you get one so quickly?”

Cass leaned against the kitchen island. Beyond the great room’s picture windows stretched the rocky, misted plains outside the new Elysium Colony. In the distance, the trio of Albor Tholus, Elysium Mons, and Hecates Tholus dominated the dusty caramel horizon. Remote as this new station was, it was a damn great view. “The lab’s network guy found me a black market model.”

Sylvia hissed. “You made sure he wiped it, I hope. People do crazy shit with black market machines—brothels, grand theft, fight clubs…”

“I made sure. Besides, it’s a Luxe model, only one season old and in mint condition. I could only get a basic model paying retail. The hours I’m putting in at the lab, I need a nanny for the kids.”



Author Bio:

Prior to "following her weird" into passionate affairs off-world, A.K. Shelley wrote fantasy under the pseudonym Angela Shelley. She's worked as a technical writer, publications manager, graphic designer, biologist, and Buddhist nun. Born and raised under the starry skies of Canada, these days she lives with her husband and kids in Southern California. A.K.'s first book, Star Knight Errant: Thrust, is expected August 26, 2019 through The Wild Rose Press. http://akshelley.com

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Mari, Why I Needed to Return From the Future by Winfried Sedhoff



Time Travel Sci-fi Romance
Date Published: June 2019
Publisher: Senraan Publishing

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What if you discovered your greatest potential for self-realization and happiness was tied to a woman living over a hundred years before you were born?

Earth, 2184 AD. Ben Ecclestone is an advanced arbitrator, trained to keep the peace and to assist others in fulfilling their most heartfelt desires. Offered the opportunity to be Earth’s new ambassador in an enlightened and distant world, Ben embarks on his first interworld mission.

Disaster strikes and his ship crashes through time and space to Brisbane, 2020 AD. Stranded in a city of skyscrapers, digitally-connected loneliness, and rampant dissatisfaction, Ben doesn’t expect to meet a woman like Mari. She is young, vibrant and passionate—with a mysterious past. He is a confirmed celibate. Together they discover a depth of connection and intrigue beyond his wildest imaginings.

Abducted back to his own era by the History Rescue Unit, Ben grasps one desperate chance to persuade another arbitrator to permit the fulfilment of his dreams. But his return to the past could unravel the time thread and threaten the lives and wellbeing of billions.

What is the secret of Mari’s true identity and origin? And will Ben bow to the greater good or reclaim a love beyond compare?








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In his early twenties, Dr. Winfried Sedhoff faced a life-threatening personal crisis that sent him into self-imposed isolation. A twelve-month solitary quest uncovered solutions to his crisis and a genuine and lasting sense of self. Documenting his journey in his first book, "A Balance of Self', Dr. Sedhoff went on to write, 'The Fall and Rise of Women,' and 'The Friendship Key'. He has practiced as a family physician in Brisbane Australia for over 25yrs. With his unique approach to mental health, he offers guidance and training to patients, colleagues, medical trainees, and the general public. Dr. Sedhoff's books are inspired by the vision of a peaceful world that offers fulfilled, balanced, and sustainable lives for us all. This is his first published novel.


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Duality by K.J. McGillick

Title: Duality
Author: K.J. McGillick
Genre: Mystery Thriller
Release Date: July 27, 2019


Just when you think you’ve figured it all out, you’ll learn how wrong you’ve been.

What started out as a normal art restoration project for Melinda Martin soon took on a life of its own. Could this unusual painting actually be a Botticelli masterpiece thought to have perished as part of Savonarola’s Bonfire of the Vanities? Had Melinda’s friend, Lara, a well-known art picker inadvertently acquired stolen art; art that might have ties to the occult and worth millions? Did a bad business decision endanger everyone who touched this potential treasure?

When the painting disappears and both women are found dead, the police think it’s an open and shut case. The husband - it’s always the husband. He had means, motive, and opportunity, and acted strangely cold after the fact. 

Is it a case of mistaken identity? Does a secret relationship put Mr. Martin in the crosshairs of an assassin sent to retrieve the painting? Or is he really a sociopath forger with mysterious ties to the Vatican?

Two sides of the same coin. Completely alike. Completely different.







“I follow Dalia’s line of thinking. It might appear that since I had access to her home, I may be the thief and murderer.” He suddenly stopped speaking, leaving us to hang on to his next words.
“Mr. Martin, are you still there?” Dalia called out to him.
“A moment, I see something under her head, a paper,” Mr. Martin replied.
“I thought I told you to leave the room,” Dalia said, her tone terse. “Please don’t touch it. Can you describe it?” 
There was a moment of silence as we waited for him to inspect the paper.
“Odd. It appears to be a portion of a painting by Botticelli. More specifically, Botticelli’s Map of Hell; it is the one which represents Dante’s Divine Comedy. You know, the public always gets it wrong by labeling it ‘Dante’s Inferno’—” he started to say before I cut him off.
“Don’t need a literature lesson at one A.M., we just need your impressions,” I said.
“This portion of the piece represents a Malebolge. Dante divided the Eighth Circle of Hell into ten ditches of the damned; this one represents the seventh ditch where thieves were damned. These wretched souls’ hands were bound behind their backs by snakes,” he said and took an audible loud breath. “It almost looks like the way Melanie’s hands are bound.”
Oh my God, what kind of sick mind had we stumbled upon?
“You can stop there; I’ve heard enough. Mr. Martin, go back upstairs. Mary, get dressed. I will be there in ten minutes to pick you up. Mr. Martin, text me Melanie’s address, we are on our way. Call the police right now and report the crime. Do not say anything until I get there!” Dalia instructed.
I wrestled with addressing a problem I felt needed a resolution.
“And, Mr. Martin, we have to cut to the chase here, time is of the essence. Your communication can come across as abrasive and insensitive to people who do not know you. So, try to have as little verbal interaction as possible with the police. We don’t want your demeanor to take you from a witness to a person of interest, understand?” I added.
“Um, I see,” was his flat reply.
“Christ, Mary, this is not the time. Now, hang up. I am on my way,” Dalia said.

People just did not seem to appreciate my keen power of observation sometimes.


Kathleen McGillick is an author of fast paced mystery, suspense and thriller novels. Her fascination with the genre reaches back to her childhood when she read every Nancy Drew book she could find. This, one could say, laid the foundation for her future love of all things mystery and who dun it's. 

Although she has lived in Georgia for over thirty-five years and is practicing attorney in the Metro Atlanta, she will always call New York her home. 

When writing her novels she draws from her extensive experience in the medical and legal field to weave her twisted plot lines. Kathleen counts herself an ardent student of art history which allows her to add a dash of art to her novels adding to the mystery of the story.

As a young person her dream was to become an English literature teacher. Although life took her on a different path, one might say she found her way back to her early love of books by spending her time now writing them.



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