Wednesday, July 27, 2016
Are you ready for more Marco?
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But those two letters changed everything.
It was impossible to predict the impact I would have on the life of the only woman I'd ever truly loved. No way to know that I would result in her ruin.
I’d suffer for eternity with the knowledge that it was me who brought devastation to her doorstep.
Though I deserved the anguish I felt, to see her suffer was unacceptable.
I would fix this.
Somehow I would prove to her that I wasn't the monster she thought I was.
Even if it meant becoming a monster in order to make that happen.
Then the door swung open and there he was. For a brief moment I was taken by his handsome features—his olive skin and pronounced jaw, the sparkle in his dark eyes, his perfect, straight nose. More than anything, it was the pull that remained between us that surprised me. Like I was a planet still circling his sun.
There was a moment when we locked eyes that the gravity of all that had happened wasn’t weighing heavy between us, and it almost caused me to stumble back.
Then, after the moment of intimacy had passed, I was sure I saw dread slip over his expression. I wasn’t going to stay put and find out though.
I wouldn’t be standing on his doorstep begging for whatever scraps of information he deemed worthy of casting my way. No, I was here to demand what he, at the very least, owed me, and I wouldn’t leave until he gave it to me.
“We need to talk.” I pushed past him, careful not to make contact, and bolted down the hallway toward the living room.
“Emily, this isn’t a good time.” Marco’s footsteps followed quickly behind me.
“I don’t care. Put aside whatever it is you’re doing. I want answers.”
I came to an abrupt stop when I stepped into the living/dining area and found Alexa sprawled across the couch like she was a feast ready to be enjoyed.
Her blouse was half unbuttoned, her legs draped over the cushions, causing her skirt to ride up a bit on her thighs, and her lips slightly swollen. Her lipstick had been rubbed off her mouth and onto her skin. She wore a saccharine smile that I wanted to rip off her face.
I crossed my arms over my chest and turned back to Marco. “Oh, I see. Well, pardon me for interrupting.” There was no disguising the venom in my voice.
His tortured gazed darted from me to her and back a few times before he schooled his features and responded. “Can we have this conversation some other time?” he asked, his voice neutral.
I spun to address her with a fake smile on my face. “I’m Emily. We met at the art show a few months ago when I was there with Marco. Back when we were still fucking. You can call me Brandi, though.” I turned to lock gazes with him before finishing. “Everyone who knows me intimately does.”
His fists clenched at his sides and his jaw tightened. Good. Some small part of me was pleased that I was still able to elicit a reaction like that from him.
I swung my attention back to the blonde on the couch. “I’m sorry to swing by unannounced like this and interrupt what was obviously going to be a good time for you both. I just need a few minutes with Marco, and then I’ll be out of your hair.”
Alexa’s eyes narrowed on me for a moment, and though she was playing nice with me—probably for Marco’s benefit—it was clear she wasn’t pleased with the interruption.
“Perhaps I should go,” she said.
“No!” Marco said, whip fast. “Emily should be the one to leave.”
Not going to lie.
No matter that everything between Marco and I had been based on lies, the fact that I was so easily tossed aside smarted.
“I’m not going anywhere until we speak.” I leveled him with a gaze that told him I was serious.
“Why don’t you use my bathroom to freshen up, Alexa? It’s that way through my bedroom.” He pointed toward the room that we’d spent many a night in. “I’ll meet you there in a few minutes.”
A victorious smile crept across her face, and her gaze swung to me as she rose from the couch. She brushed her fingers across Marco’s chest as she passed him. “Don’t be too long.”
He nodded but didn’t spare her a glance as she passed, his gaze still fixed on me.
As soon as the bedroom door closed, I spoke. “Sorry to interrupt your play time, Marco, but you owe me some answers and I’m ready to collect.”
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Hook (Book One)
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Life As We Know It by J.D. Hollyfield
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Life has not been easy for Penelope Summers. Specifically, the last month, when her high-profile boyfriend dumped her, her indecent exposure record surfaced, and her favorite thing in the world, tequila, failed her.
Good thing for Penelope, she has her best friend to pick her up, and take her on the vacation of a lifetime. A seven-day cruise that will change the direction of her downward spiral. But will that spiral shift in the direction Penelope needs? Or will it throw her into a bigger whirlwind of trouble?
With Reckless Abandon as her motto, tequila as her wingman, and a hot one-night stand as her much needed reward, will the tables finally turn for Penelope, or will life as she knows it continue to fail her?
Sometimes you just have to ride the wave of crazy to find out.
About the Author
Creative designer, mother, wife, writer, part time superhero...
J.D. Hollyfield is a creative designer by day and superhero by night. When she is not trying to save the world one happy ending at a time, she enjoys the snuggles of her husband, son and three doxies. With her love for romance, and head full of book boyfriends, she was inspired to test her creative abilities and bring her own story to life.
Life in a Rut, Love not Included is her Debut Novel. J.D. Hollyfield lives in the Midwest, and is currently at work on blowing the minds of readers, with the additions to the Love not Included series, along with her charm, humor and HEA's.
Our Foreverby Elena Matthews Publication Date: September 27, 2016 Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Second Chance, Romance Cover Designer: Sarah Hansen, Okay Creations Photographer: Sara Eirew
*Pre-order price special - $2.99. Price will increase to regular price of $3.99 48 hours after release*When you fall in love with your best friend, it’s the kind of love that’s supposed to last forever. Jo Donovan was a true believer of a happily ever after, until her best friend was killed in Afghanistan, destroying her belief that happily ever afters do not exist. Destroying her. Destroying her world. Five years later… She finds herself still stuck in the past, unable to find closure with Christopher’s death. It isn’t until she moves to Austin, Texas, with her son Junior that she’s finally given the fresh start she’s desperately seeking for. What she didn’t know was that the fresh start would come in the form of her sexy, tall, dark neighbor, Drew Greyson. Their friendship starts off rocky, but eventually a spark between them begins to blossom. It isn’t long before that spark turns explosive and she finds herself falling for him. Drew wants to be her everything, her forever, but will the pain of losing Christopher stop her from following her heart?
About Elena MatthewsReceptionist by day, author by night, Elena Matthews is from Manchester, United Kingdom, the home of Manchester United, MediaCity and of course, Coronation Street. When Elena isn’t writing, she can be found with her nose in a book or watching guilty pleasures such as Grey’s Anatomy. And when she isn’t doing any of those things, you can often find her on Facebook, obsessing over Kellan Kyle, book boyfriend extraordinaire.
Series: Bad Boys of X-Ops Book IV
Author: Rie Warren
Genre: Erotic romance, humor, thriller, suspense, military, action/adventure
High stakes. Low margins. And everyone wants the woman I’m teamed up with dead. BANE Swagger, strut, snarl. Three things I can do with both eyes closed. Oh, and shoot the shit out of tangos. I always do my job, whether it’s patching up a fellow operative or taking down a serious threat. Apparently this time my job is to babysit Baby Spy. We’ve followed the Los Reyes de Guerra cartel to the drug-trafficking capital, Mexico City. Our orders? Get in with the guerrillas and ultimately take them down. There’s only one problem—I have another set of mission directives linked to Kiki AKA Baby Spy. Should be easy enough. Except it seems I’ve developed an unhealthy attraction to Kiki, along with an inconvenient conscience. She’s a wild woman with an unforgiving attitude that definitely makes me bone hard for her. Nothing is as it appears, least of all Kiki Damage. KIKI Yeah. They call me Baby Spy. I’m fully aware the entire T-Zone team blames me for narking out a previous mission gone wrong. So, I can’t understand why the powers that be assigned me to this op. Or maybe I can, which just makes my situation even more dire. I know Bane wants me, but I’m beginning to think he has an ulterior motive for keeping me close. And it’s not just the panty-melting hot sex with the big, gruff, silent killer. There’s something incredibly vulnerable in the way Bane watches me, like he’s looking for one last saving grace. None of that matters now. When the situation heats up, I find out Bane’s real mission. I may have fallen in love with him, but it’s already too late. This entire web of lies goes a lot higher than any of us ever imagined, and my neck is only the first one on the line. Bane includes a special series epilogue from the badass women: Jade, Tilly, Blaize, and Kiki.
Standing slowly, Kiki paced toward the door. “I think I’ll go clean up. You should get some rest.” “Yeah. I’ll do that.” My eyelids felt heavy as cement. My leg fucking throbbed. But the bigger pain came from seeing Kiki caught in a trap she didn’t realize had been set for her. Rest? Bullshit. I checked the dressing on my wound. I reloaded my gun. I drank more tequila, but never enough to get tanked. Listening to the shower run, I shut my eyes, only opening them when Kiki walked back in, wrapped in a towel. Her hair was shiny and wet, those light pink streaks damp-darkened. Her face scrubbed. Her eyes the lightest shade of blue imaginable. “You make a terrible patient, you know that?” She checked her Glocks before setting them on the bedside table. “I gave you orders to sleep.” I still didn’t know how she managed to make me smile even when shit was bad-side up in my life. “Sleep’s overrated.” “How’s the leg?” “Hurts like a bitch. You could help though.” I winked at her. “I could, huh?” She stepped closer, her voice turning breathy. The change in her tone echoed the slight shift in the color of her irises, making them a little more turbulent. Darker. Dilated. “How so?” she asked, and I watched her nipples perk up beneath the clinging towel. “Come to bed with me.” My husky voice rumbled, rippling greed for her hitting me like a sudden shock to the system. “I should keep watch,” she hedged. “No. You shouldn’t.” Leaning forward, I grasped the bottom of the towel. She slowly smiled, a sexy tilt of her suckable lips. “How’s me in bed gonna help, big boy?” “I’ll show you.” “I suppose you want me to take this off first?” She fingered the knot at the top of the towel. I nodded, a ragged rush of air pelting from between my lips. Fuck yeah. When she dropped the towel, I almost chewed off my own tongue to get to her. Slick flesh. Toned body. Handful tits. Dark pink nipples. The tats. Fuuuck. Delicate designs from her elbows to her wrists to the backs of her hands. Sexy as. Legs long enough to wrap around my waist while I slammed into her. “Kiki.” My hand moved to her leg, and my gaze followed the path I took from her knee to her thigh to her hip . . . “Damn, girl. You have no idea how hard you make me.” The sheet tented at my groin. My cock rising, blood-filled, fully erect. She gently pulled the sheet, bending over me. “This hard?”
Rie is the badass, sassafras author of Sugar Daddy and the Don’t Tell series–a breakthrough trilogy that crosses traditional publishing boundaries beginning with In His Command. Her latest endeavors include the Carolina Bad Boys, a fun, hot, and southern-sexy series.A Yankee transplant who has traveled the world, Rie started out a writer—causing her college professor to blush over her erotic poetry without one ounce of shame. Not much has changed. She swapped pen for paintbrushes and followed her other love during her twenties. From art school to marriage to children and many a wild and wonderful journey in between, Rie has come home to her calling. Her work has been called edgy, daring, and some of the sexiest smut around. You can connect with Rie via the social media hangouts listed on her website https://www.riewarren.com. She is represented by Saritza Hernandez, Corvisiero Literary Agency.