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Lena Mayes is done with love. After finding her husband, the love of her life and the man she thought she would spend the rest of eternity with, in bed with his much younger secretary, she shuts down the thought of ever loving again.

Dax Tice is finally free from the demanding world of college. He’s ready to find his new life path when he meets his aunt’s best friend, who’s in need of a little help. Dax happily signs up for the job, but isn’t prepared when he finally meets Lena one fateful morning.

What is age when it comes to love? Would you be able to forget a number for a night of pure passion, even if you know it’s not the right? Lena is about to find out, except she has no idea that what she’s about to embark on is not just a forbidden journey of lust, but a journey of new discoveries that may just lead her to her happily ever after.

**This is a sweet and sexy story that will give us all hope that there’s that special someone out there for everyone. If you’re looking for a spicy but sugar coated HEA novella, then your search has ended. Enjoy!**


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userLuxx Monroe is a good girl with a very naughty mind.  She decided that she loved the world of erotica so much that there was no way she wasn’t being a part of it.  Luxx has truly enjoyed every minute of writing dirty novellas and has no intention of stopping anytime soon. Come and join this crazy adventure because who knows, you may just find your new favorite story.

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Smiling at her, I decided right then and there that she was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever laid eyes on.  Even though she didn’t have an ounce of make-up on and her hair was a wild mess, she was so naturally flawless that I knew I would compare all other girls in my life to her.  That should have shocked me, sent me turning from her, but it only made me smile bigger.  

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“Dax,” she whispered and looked down at my lips one las time.  “You’re Krista’s nephew.”

        Without talking I slowly leaned forward and placed my head against hers, feeling her body tighten with the feeling of us touching.  “I know,” I said and closed my eyes.

        I pulled back and felt her wanting to move, but for some reason I couldn’t let that happen.  My body had a mind of its own at that point and I couldn’t do anything to stop it.  Lena’s breath hitched when I reached forward and placed a long piece of hair behind her ear.  “You’re so fucking beautiful.  Do you know that?  How gorgeous you are?”

        “Stop,” she said with a laugh and tried to play my comment off as a joke, but I wasn’t joking.

        “You are.  You have no idea what you’re doing to me.”

        Lena raked her eyes over my body and looked up at me with doe eyes.  “Why?  I’m so much older than you.  You could go out and get any girl your age.  I’m not even close to your league.”

        Reaching my thumb up to her wets lips did all the talking for me.  I brushed it slowly across her mouth, which automatically made her open slightly for me.  She sucked in my thumb making me let out a low growl, and before we both knew it my mouth was on hers and we were kissing like we we’d never get enough.


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ADDICTED Release Blitz

Review (10/26/16):

I have never read an Alex Lucian book before, but I absolutely loved this one!
It may be the 4th in a series, but it can be read as a standalone.

I found myself falling for Elias more and more as I turned the pages. Ruby may be an escort, but her feelings for Elias go so much beyond those for a client.

If you’re looking for a getaway from your reality but still encounter realistic scenarios and emotions, I highly recommend Addicted!


addicted-ebook-amazonSynopsis:

Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming.

Ruby was sin and sex.

The ultimate indulgence and worth every penny she cost me. I paid for her body, but didn’t know she’d end up embedded in my soul.

Elias was dark and tempting.

Unmatched in intensity and passion compared to my other clients. He handed me cash in exchange for my touch, and he dug himself into my heart instead.

Money changes things, firms up the lines of a relationship. But when it becomes an addiction—an all-consuming, life-changing addiction—the lines are completely obliterated.
 

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Excerpt:

I laughed under my breath before stepping forward and punching the emergency stop button on the elevator.

“What are you doing?” she asked, her eyes wide in her face. Her pale face. Ever since that douche stepped into her space, all the color had been sucked from her skin.

Which is how I knew she was fucking lying to me.

No former client would have given her that kind of reaction. That guy knew her. And not just biblically, but definitely that too, given the crazy-ass gleam in his eyes when he looked at her.

When I didn’t answer right away, she fidgeted, crossing her arms over her stomach and then letting them drop again. Then she swept a hand through her hair, making sure the curls were still laying over one shoulder.

“Beck and call, right?” I rasped out, leaning my shoulder against the wall of the elevator.

“What?”

“You. You’re at my beck and call for these thirty days, right? This being day one.”

She mimicked me, leaning her shoulder against the opposite wall, essentially facing off with me in the small space. “That’s right. Do we need to discuss this now?”

There was a slight edge to her voice that I’d never heard before, and I wasn’t ashamed in the slightest to say that it hardened me even further. “Why not?”

“Because I prefer not to have business discussions when I’m in a box that’s suspended sixteen floors above the ground.”

“We’re not going to have a discussion.” I straightened, undoing my belt. Her eyes tracked the slow movements of my hands.

“I’m not having sex in this elevator.”

“No, you’re not.” I raised one eyebrow, and lifted my chin at her. “You’re going to get on your knees for me. I want to know what your lipstick looks like on my dick.”


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Alex Lucian is an author living on the eastern coast of the United States who appreciates being anonymous, for personal and professional reasons. Tempting is Alex’s first novel.


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COVER REVEAL: Addicted by Alex Lucian

Synopsis:

Addiction: the state of being enslaved to a habit or practice or to something that is psychologically or physically habit-forming.

Ruby was sin and sex.  

The ultimate indulgence and worth every penny she cost me. I paid for her body, but didn’t know she’d end up embedded in my soul.  

Elias was dark and tempting.

Unmatched in intensity and passion compared to my other clients. He handed me cash in exchange for my touch, and he dug himself into my heart instead.  

Money changes things, firms up the lines of a relationship. But when it becomes an addiction—an all-consuming, life-changing addiction—the lines are completely obliterated.  

Author Bio:
Alex Lucian is an author living on the eastern coast of the United States who appreciates being anonymous, for personal and professional reasons. Tempting is Alex’s first novel.

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REBEL SOUL Release Blitz

**Make sure you read all the way to the end so you can see how to enter the giveaway!**


TITLE: Rebel SoulPageflex Persona [document: PRS0000037_00023]

SERIES: Rebel Series Book 1

AUTHOR: J.C. Hannigan

RELEASE DATE: June 1st, 2016

PURCHASE LINK: http://amzn.to/1Ttl4Hk


SYNOPSIS:

Tessa Armstrong has one more summer at home before heading off to college with her best friend. She’s been counting down the months, waiting to be free of her overbearing brothers and overprotective father — not to mention getting out of the small, suffocating town she’s grown up in.

The one thing Tessa doesn’t count on is falling in love, least of all with Brock Miller. He’s the kind of boy her father has always warned her about. He’s older, mysterious, and a little dangerous. Brock has had a hard past, and the whole town not only knows it, but won’t let him forget.

Brock has come back to take care of his ailing mother and struggling younger siblings. He doesn’t have time to fall in love, especially with one of the town’s darlings, but sometimes, love comes fast and fierce.

Can Tessa and Brock find a way to each other despite their pasts and the obstacles their families present?

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EXCERPT:

“I want you to be careful tonight, Tessa.” My dad’s tired blue eyes met mine, conveying his seriousness.

I narrowed my eyes, on edge. “Why? It’s just the rodeo, Dad. I’ve been going every year my whole life,” I pointed out, trying to keep the tone of rebellion from my voice. It was true; I had been going since before I could walk, and I even competed every year in show jumping. I was no stranger to the rodeo, or to the type of people it brought in. Still, I had a feeling my father’s warning had very little to do with the rodeo itself.

My dad and I used to be super close, back when I was a tomboy who liked dirt and sports. I was his constant shadow. But then I hit the tender age of sixteen and started developing breasts and curves and crushing on boys. It didn’t matter that I was practically an adult at eighteen years old; my dad still thought of me as his little girl that desperately needed protection from all of the boys. It used to enrage me, how my brothers could go out on dates and stay out late, but I couldn’t.

My older brother, Tommy, used to joke that it was because “Once your boobs grow in, your brain falls out.

The way my father treated my brothers versus the way he treated me was notable, and it was a source of constant conflict. My brothers weren’t girls, therefore they didn’t need to have the same rules in place. Benjamin, Gordon and Tommy could come and go as they pleased, as long as all their chores got done and they didn’t flunk out of school. I had a strict curfew, and if I didn’t obey, not only did I get seriously grounded, but all three of my brothers would show up wherever I was to “escort me home”. The only exception to this rule was if one of my older brothers tagged along, which meant I wasn’t allowed to drink or kiss any boys or have a life at all.

I knew my dad meant well. I knew he was just trying to protect me from the harshness of the world. I knew that Dad just wanted me to focus on school and get a top education. He expected the boys to work on the farm, but he wanted more for me. Or at least, that’s what Grandpa used to tell me. Dad wasn’t one to talk about his “feelings”.  He was a stern man and he was just as stern with my brothers, only in a different way and for different reasons.

“I heard that Miller boy is back in town,” Dad said gravely, as if this should mean something to me. I arched a brow, waiting for him to explain himself. My father scratched at his thick, deep, copper coloured beard, looking extremely uncomfortable. “That boy, he’s trouble, Tessa.”

The Millers weren’t exactly one of the most respected families around here, and the rumor mill was always churning with gossip about them.  It was town knowledge that Mr. Miller had been a drunk when he was alive, and had never been able to hold down a job for very long. Mrs. Miller used to work double shifts every day at the water treatment plant, and all three of their kids got in various levels of nuisance over the years. When he was in high school, Braden had gotten into a lot of trouble for fighting. He could be mean and was a total sexist pig, but Elle loved him, and I’d be lying if I said Braden hadn’t changed a little after he started dating her. He was a little softer now, but not by much. Braden had an older sister named Becky, and she had her fair share of troubles too. She was twenty-two years old and the single mother of a three-year-old boy.

Brock was twenty-four, and he’d been close friends with my older brother Gordon growing up. In fact, between the ages of fourteen and sixteen, Brock had spent a lot of time here at the farm – helping out and doing odd jobs for some extra cash. My dad hadn’t thought he was dangerous back then.

In all the years he’d been a staple in our household, I’d never spent any time alone with him or even spoke to him aside from the occasional “Can you pass a dinner roll?” Back then, I was painfully shy. I was also painfully aware of how good looking Brock was. It was impossible for anyone to not notice Brock Miller. Not even my ten-year-old self.

As young as I was, I was enamored by him; I was bewitched by his easy, dimpled smile and the unusual colour of his eyes. Those eyes were like steel and smoke. They were enticing, even from afar. He was the kind of guy that just looked dangerous and he had the reputation to prove it. When he was in high school, he went through girls faster than my horse went through shoes. He had a reckless spirit and he’d loved bull riding. I remember Gordon talking about how nuts he was to climb up on those beasts, but Gordon had also said he was talented. When Brock was seventeen, he’d joined the Ontario Rodeo Association to compete in fairs and rodeos all over Ontario. He had apparently done very well for himself prior to his stint in jail. Brock had won every competition he’d entered.

“Come on, Dad. Don’t tell me you’re buying into that old gossip mill.” I sighed, almost rolling my eyes. “You used to feed ‘that Miller boy’. He’s harmless.”

“Harmless people don’t go to jail, Tessa,” my father pointed out, his eyes serious. I winced, nodding once. My father had a point.

Brock had served time in jail a couple years back after he was charged with aggravated assault. The details on what happened were fuzzy. Despite how often the Millers were gossiped about, they were severely private and nobody actually knew the proper details of anything. Braden refused to talk about his family’s business. The town only knew what the newspaper article had stated.

I don’t remember much about the day that the newspapers broke the news of a local boy arrested for aggravated assault; I only remembered the look of disappointment on my father’s face. My father, for as serious and tough as he was, had a soft heart. He guessed that Brock didn’t have a good home life, so he tried his best to provide a more constructive outlet for him on our farm.

Frankly, I didn’t care. I had no intention of seeing Brock. I barely put up with having Braden around. While my heart had softened marginally towards the youngest Miller boy, I still didn’t particularly like him and I had absolutely zero desire to awaken that old, awkward crush I’d harbored on Brock when I was a gangly ten-year-old.

I sighed, glancing towards our white farmhouse longingly. I was desperate to wash the smell of cow off me, and eager to get to the rodeo and meet up with my friends.

“Dad…” I popped my lips out and huffed with aggravation. My father said that about almost each and every guy that lived within a one-hundred mile radius. Still, I knew he was probably right about that particular Miller boy.

I couldn’t understand why my father was freaking out about his reappearance or what I had to do with it. Even if he’d been friends with Gordon, Brock Miller had never spoken more than three words to me. I wasn’t likely to capture the attention of the notorious Miller boy.

I bit back a sigh and forced myself to relax a little. “I promise I’ll stay away from Brock.”

Dad nodded gruffly, satisfied with my answer. He waited until I’d climbed into the truck, and then slapped the back panel, almost as if he was urging a horse on. I laughed, rolling my eyes.

My dad was a strange man. He was about as country as they got. He raised cattle for a living, just like his father, his grandfather and his great grandfather dating all the way back a hundred years or so. We’d grown up knowing what hard work and dedication looks like, and we were put to work as soon as we were old enough to stand and take a few steps.

I loved my dad, even though we didn’t see eye to eye on anything lately. It had a lot to do with me being a girl, I think. I tried not to allow my gender to affect things, but I’d be lying if I said I didn’t stomp my feet around and throw fits at least once a month, ranting and raving about the toilet seat being left up or about how Gordon never remembered to take his boots off in the mud room and ended up tracking mud and manure from the fields throughout our entire kitchen.

It was always my job to clean it up. If I didn’t, it didn’t get done. My brothers and father didn’t exactly see messes the way normal people did, so it was up to me to make sure the house was in fine order. To say I resented that role would be an understatement, but like I said…if I didn’t do it, it wouldn’t get done.

I didn’t have a mother. She died when I was two years old; killed by a drunk driver on her way home from a jumping event, leaving dad with three sons and me. Benjamin, Gordon, and Tommy were easy enough because they were boys. But me? I was a whole different kettle of fish, or I was when I hit puberty anyway. It was like my dad suddenly didn’t know what to do with me.


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b&w 1-70ABOUT THE AUTHOR:

J.C. Hannigan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, their two sons, and their dog. She writes contemporary new adult romance and suspense. Her novels focus on relationships, mental health, social issues, and other life challenges

 

 

 


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Cover Reveal: REBEL SOUL

TITLE: Rebel Soul

SERIES: Rebel Series Book 1

AUTHOR: J.C. Hannigan

PUBLISHER: Booktrope Publishing

RELEASES: May 15th, 2016

SYNOPSIS

Tessa Armstrong has one more summer at home before heading off to college with her best friend. She’s been counting down the months, waiting to be free of her overbearing brothers and overprotective father — not to mention getting out of the small, suffocating town she’s grown up in.

The one thing Tessa doesn’t count on is falling in love, least of all with Brock Miller. He’s the kind of boy her father has always warned her about. He’s older, mysterious, and a little dangerous.

Brock has had a hard past, and the whole town not only knows it, but won’t let him forget. Brock has come back to take care of his ailing mother and struggling younger siblings. He doesn’t have time to fall in love, especially with one of the town’s darlings, but sometimes, love comes fast and fierce.

Can Tessa and Brock find a way to each other despite their pasts and the obstacles their families present?

ABOUT THE AUTHOR

J.C. Hannigan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, their two sons, and dog. She writes contemporary new adult romance and suspense. Her novels focus on relationships, mental health, social issues, and other life challenges.

Facebook: www.facebook.com/jcahannigan

Twitter: www.twitter.com/jcahannigan

Instagram: www.instagram.com/jcahannigan

Website: www.jchannigan.com

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A Few Lists

Favorite Books

  • James Patterson – Maximum Ride Series
  • Jodi Picoult – My Sister’s Keeper
  • Lianne Moriarty – The Husband’s Secret

Currently Reading

  • Nightfall by Jake Halpern & Peter Kujawinski

Favorite TV Shows

  • Top Gear UK
  • Friends
  • Gilmore Girls
  • Parenthood
  • New Girl
  • The Vampire Diaries
  • Switched at Birth
  • The Fosters
  • Chasing Life

Favorite Movies

  • The Sound of Music
  • The Nightmare Before Christmas
  • Willie Wonka & the Chocolate Factory (the original)
  • Drumline
  • Alice in Wonderland (the Tim Burton Version)

Drinks (nonalcoholic)

  • COFFEE – hot or iced
  • Sweet tea
  • Chai
  • Mango tea

Drinks (alcoholic)

  • Kahlua and cream
  • Toasted Almond
  • Pink Pinetree
  • Tequila Sunrise
  • White Russian
  • SoCo & Mtn Dew
  • Ginger Ale & Amaretto

Sometimes I Just Want a Standalone Book (for my Kindle)

I frequently go to Amazon looking for books to download and read on my kindle. But I almost always run into a problem… Almost every book I find that sounds intriguing, is in a freaking series! Do you know how frustrating that is??

 


I don’t want to read the first book in a series for free and then have to pay who-knows-how-much for however many books that follow.

I’m not saying that there is anything wrong with books that are in a series, but sometimes I just want to read a standalone book! 

Sometimes I’ll spend a good half hour or more looking for one book, maybe two if I’m lucky. But it’s always a challenge to find books that I can read and be done with, not having to worry about the next one that follows.

Recently (the last couple times I looked for books) I found a couple good standalone books – courtesy of my mother actually. The Alligator’s Farewell (which is no longer free) and The Fifth Floor (which is also no longer free).


This isn’t saying that I’m cheap and won’t spend money on Kindle books, but it is rare occurrence that I do.
It’s usually when I accidentally get a book not knowing that it was the first in a series and the rest of them won’t cost me an arm and a leg.

 

Old School/New School Mom by Sarah Fader

713Cd8rQHGL.jpgThe book Old School/New School Mom is better than I could’ve imagined.

I flew through the whole thing in less than 12 hours.


Sarah Fader is an amazing writer. She doesn’t limit herself to one single topic. She talks about college, parenting, mental illness, relationships, coffee, and all kind of miscellaneous other things. There are pieces in this book that will make you wish you were in her living room so you could hug her, and other that will make you laugh so hard you’re scared you’ll wet your pants.

I highly recommend this book if you’re looking for something different, and that will give you a break from all those books in series that are out there.


I encourage everyone to head on over to Amazon and order yourself a copy RIGHT NOW

Release Blitz: COLLATERAL by J.C. Hannigan

RELEASE BLITZ

TITLE: Collateral

SERIES: Collide (Book 3)

GENRE: Contemporary Romance

AUTHOR: J.C. Hannigan

PUBLISHER: Booktrope Publishing

Release Date: November 15th, 2015

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COLLATERAL SALE: $1.99, reg $3.99

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COLLIDE SERIES: BOOKS 1 & 2

COLLIDE: $2.99 or #FREE on #kindleunlimited: http://amzn.to/1kvn1cX

CONSUMED: $2.99 or #FREE on #kindleunlimited: http://amzn.to/1kvn1tC

SYNOPSIS

While the scars on Harlow’s body slowly fade, the ones etched into her soul take longer to heal. Harlow faces her biggest challenges yet, as she navigates the trauma of being attacked in her home, the struggle of trying to move on with her love life, and a dark secret that could destroy her most enduring friendship.

This new adult novel is the darkly satisfying third installment of the Collide series. Here, Harlow Jones is at her most raw, as she finally faces her demons, and Iain Bentley, head on.

ABOUT J.C. HANNIGAN

J.C. Hannigan lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband, their two sons, and two dogs. She writes contemporary romance, through which she brings to light awareness of mental health and social challenges.

WEBSITE: www.jchannigan.com

FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/jcahannigan

TWITTER: @jcahannigan

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NaNoWriMo Day 3 Pep Talk

I’m participating in NaNoWriMo this year for the first time. As part of their motivation, they have pep talks from famous authors sent to all participants every so often. Today, the pep talk came from Diana Gabaldon, author of the Outlander series.

I may not be writing a fiction book, but this is something that I loved and thought applies to any writer:

The greatest thing about writing is that it’s just you and the page. The most horrifying thing about writing is that it’s just you and the page. Contemplation of that dichotomy is enough to stop most people dead in their tracks.

Success in writing—and by that, I mean getting the contents of your head out onto the page in a form that other people can relate to—is largely a matter of playing mind games with yourself. In order to get anywhere, you need to figure out how your own mind works—and believe me, people are not all wired up the same way.1

Casual observation (i.e., talking to other writers for thirty years or so) suggests that about half of us are linear thinkers. These people really profit from outlines and wall-charts and index cards filled out neatly in blue pen with each character’s shoe size and sexual history (footnoted if these are directly correlated). The rest of us couldn’t write that way if you paid us to.

Anyone educated in the art of composition in the Western Hemisphere at any time in the last hundred years was firmly taught that there is One Correct Way to write, and it involves strictly linear planning, thought, and execution. You Must Have a Topic Sentence. You Must Have a Topic Paragraph. YOU MUST HAVE AN OUTLINE. And so forth and so tediously on…

Got news for you: You don’t have to do it that way. Anything that gets words on the page is the Right Thing to Do.

Do you write in disconnected bits, where you can see things happening? I do.

Do you write in ten or fifteen minute chunks, when that’s all the time you have? I sure do. (I mean, it’s nice to have unlimited time, but nobody ever does. Nobody ever finds time, either—you make it, or you haven’t got any.)

Blap down a rough draft in a blazing roar of creation? No, I never do that—I fiddle and creep and go back and forth and back and forth; I don’t have rough drafts; I have finished scenes. They just aren’t connected to anything…

But no matter how you write, it’s always you and the page. And the page isn’t in a position to tell you anything you do is wrong. Therefore…anything you do must necessarily be the Right Way to Write. Go for it!

–Diana Gabaldon