Book Title: Sand and Sin
Author: Dani Jace
Genre: Military Romance
Release Date: December 22, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Wounded in more ways than one, Navy SEAL Jax Taylor only understands short-term commitments. And when he walks into the Trident Bar in Virginia Beach, beautiful bartender Peri Halstead sizes him up right away. But that doesn’t stop her from teasing him with her sultry sarcasm, or taking him home—after she finds him passed out cold in the parking lot…
Soon enough, Jax is recovering at Peri’s in return for doing some handyman work, and the sexy sparks are flying—in almost every room in the house. Peri tells herself she deserves some fun, especially now that she’s a single mom with a cheating ex to deal with. But when it’s time for her and Jax to go their separate ways, the miles between them—and the danger that’s about to touch both their lives—has them wondering if Jax can learn to love more than the mission…
Jax climbed from the rental car. Stiff from the transatlantic trip, he limped a few steps but righted his gait before opening the heavy oak door. In his bar experiences, such an entrance usually led to a man cave.
Inside, darkness enveloped him, matching his mood. Pain meds and exhaustion made him irritable. He was still pissed about not being allowed to rejoin his team, and doubly so because TJ had a training op circumventing their party. So much for buddy reunions.
Behind the bar, a tall, lean beauty glanced up from the beer taps. The gnawing ache in his leg disappeared under scrutiny of wide, sea green eyes. Long, wavy hair
surrounded her shoulders like a lion’s mane. His fingers itched to tangle in the strands.
Other more intimate visions flitted through his mind.
Months without a woman made him a sick bastard. Probably in stark contrast to the public’s standard perception of a SEAL, but they didn’t know or understand a Special Operator’s life. What they did for love of country and their brothers in arms. For him, the best antidote after a gruesome mission was down-and-gritty sex.
Before he readjusted his sour expression, she stepped in front of him.
Her lovely gaze branded him with I got your number, sailor.
****
Peri Halstead approached her newest patron as he saddled up on a bar chair.
His steely-eyed glint hinted at danger. Most of the Trident’s patrons did. “Wow, I’ve only seen one other man stride into this place with a more pissed-off expression than yours.”
“Your ex?” Mr. Dark Blues matched her sarcasm.
She liked him already. The small scar on his chin kept him from appearing too
pretty. “Insightful. Let me guess…vodka tonic.”
He narrowed his gaze.
“Martini?” She smiled and tossed her hair over her shoulder. “You’re too GQ for
domestic beer. Heineken?”
He tightened his jaw.
She must have struck a nerve with the pretty boy comment. “Whiskey on the rocks?”
Raising a brow, he lifted his chin.
Such swagger. She slid a cocktail napkin on the bar in front of him. “You gotta be a Jack man.”
He grinned, revealing near perfect teeth.
Delighted at winning their little game, she winked and stepped away to fetch his
drink. Usually, she went for the rugged variety of handsome, but his straight nose with
slightly elevated bridge was sexy as hell. She poured him a double shot over ice and
returned, planting it in front of him.
“My buddy, TJ, said y’all have the biggest and best cheeseburgers.”
“You’re Jax?”
“Damn, a psychic bartender? Guessed my brand and my name.” He winked.
Eyes as dark blue as a stormy ocean. Lord, she needed to keep her distance with this one. “Wish I was. I’d have more money in the bank. Actually, I’ve seen the picture he carries of you guys partying after BUD/S graduation. TJ talks about you often. Are you here for training?”
“Currently in a holding pattern.” With a roll of his shoulders, he scowled and
thumped his glass down.
Not linebacker thick, he was more like a running back—built for speed. “They call
you GQ.” A Texan not rugged enough to be branded Cowboy and too handsome for Tex.
He sipped his drink, then cleared his throat. “Did TJ share my birthday, too?”
“No. Just a story about you chasing some bad guys through the streets of a South American country in your birthday suit.” Peri grinned.
“Touché.” He held up his glass and shotgunned the remainder of his whiskey.
Usually immune to her bar patrons, she was blindsided with a lust she’d lidded since her daughter was born. “Where’s TJ? Shouldn’t your buddy be showing you the hot spots?”
“Jumping out of a C-130.” He fiddled with his napkin.
“So, you just returned stateside today?”
He checked his expensive, matte-black, multi-function watch that would have
marked him special-ops without their previous conversation. “About two hours ago.”
“Long mission?”
“Months.” He glanced around the bar, then to her.
“It’s early. You still have time to remedy your just-back virgin status.” She smirked.
His gaze burned into her like a blue flame. “Is that an offer?”
Dani Jace lives in coastal Virginia and enjoys writing headstrong, flip-flop casual heroines and everyday heroes who work with their hands―and other body parts. Claiming the Outer Banks of North Carolina as her second home, she includes the scenic and legendary chain of barrier islands as a setting for many of her tales.
When not working on her next novel, she’s dipping her toes in the ocean, reading or checking out the newest action flick. Her husband, son and many imaginary characters make life complete.
Title: Southern Pleasure
Author: Kaylee Ryan
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: December 22, 2015
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They tell you that a parent’s love is all consuming. I never put much thought into it. Not until the minute I heard her take her first breath. That little girl is my world. I’d do anything to protect her.
My ex signed over her rights and her family vowed that my daughter didn’t exist. Now that she’s gone, they want my little girl. They’re trying to say I can’t give her what she needs.
I’ve known Evan all my life. Our families farms run parallel with each other. He and my brother Aaron have been best friends for as long as I can remember.
What they’re trying to do is wrong. He needs my help, someone he can trust and I’m more than happy to do it. I volunteered without hesitation.
I should have thought about what it would be like to have our lives intertwined. I should have thought about what would happen when our time together ended and how my heart would feel when I had to walk away.
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The Starlight Chronicles
GENRE: Young Adult / Coming of Age
EDITOR: EsKape Press
COVER DESGINER: For the Muse Designs
Lark Singer is seventeen years old and already on the way to a brilliant music career. But as she and her band, Starlight, gear up for a competition, life seems to be throwing her a few curve balls. The mysteries of her past seem to be unraveling, and she’s no longer certain she wants to know those answers or how knowing about her past will affect her difficult relationship with her mother. And when her best friend, Bean, changes things between them, all her plans for a musical future are placed in jeopardy. How can she balance her complicated personal life to keep her musical goals on track?
Book One ~ Gideon Lee
Lark Singer’s relationship with her mother is prickly to say the least. As she enters a musical competition that could launch her career, Lark also searches for answers her mother would rather keep hidden. Throw into the mix the fact her best friend Bean has been acting strangely, and Lark finds herself launched into uncharted territory. Will her quest for answers sabotage her musical aspirations?
Chapter One
I want to be like Gideon Lee. My lips move as I read the title of my essay. They twitch as I stifle a snicker. Looking around the room, I make sure no one has seen my facial tic. My eyes light upon the Presidents’ pictures lined up on the wall. They face me, each with a unique expression, and I wonder what they were thinking while they posed. They are above the clock so my gaze naturally falls on it. It’s almost time for lunch.
I settle back in my seat and my lips twitch again. A feeling of defiant exhilaration washes over me like a tidal wave.
Montgomery’s going to freak when he reads this.
Despite my best efforts, a giggle escapes and the boy in front of me turns around and gives me the evil eye. I return the glare. He is slumped over, and sweat beads on his upper lip. I think this is odd — it’s rather chilly in the room — but dismiss it before I turn back to my essay.
I bet old man Montgomery doesn’t even know who Gideon Lee is. This thought sends another giggle to the surface, but I quickly squash it by biting my lip.
I picture him searching Gideon Lee’s name on the Internet. I see his expression changing from confusion to disgust. I imagine him taking off his black, thick-rimmed glasses and shaking his head. I hear him mutter, “Lark Singer, what are you doing?” He rubs his face. I can actually hear the rough sandpapery sound as his hand finds his day old stubble. He sighs and puts his glasses back on. “What am I going to do with you?”
I remember when Mr. Montgomery first told us about the assignment. We were supposed to write an essay on someone we admire, someone who has contributed to society in some way. I know when he says this he wants us to write about an a historical figure. After all this is history class, but I raised my hand anyway.
“Lark,” he called out as he stood at his lectern.
“Do they have to be dead?”
He cocked his head as he studied me with his piercing blue eyes. Then he ran his hand over his military style crew cut, and I watched as his salt and pepper hair flattened then popped back into place as if each hair was standing at attention. I could tell he wasn’t sure where this was going. “Well… I guess not.” That’s when he froze, as if he realized he had just opened a door for me and he wasn’t going to like what was on the other side. He shifted his weight, and looked down at the floor before he backpedaled. “But they have to have made a positive contribution to society. It can’t be about a mobster or anything like that.” Pursing his lips, he stared at me, fiddling with those glasses. “This is one half of your semester grade, Lark. I wouldn’t pull any funny stuff.”
“Oh, I won’t. Scout’s honor,” I answered sweetly, placing my hand over my heart and giving him the scout salute, while inside I planned my rebellion.
I have him. I’m going to write about Gideon Lee, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
Book Two ~ Lark Singer
Original Release Date: Dec 6, 2014
Lark Singer is seventeen years old and already on the way to a brilliant music career. As she and her band, Starlight, gear-up for an upcoming, life-changing band competition, though, life seems to be throwing her a few curve balls. The mysteries of her past seem to be unraveling, and she’s no longer certain she wants to know those answers, or how knowing about her past will affect her difficult relationship with her mother. And when her best friend, Bean, changes things between them, all her plans for a musical future are placed in jeopardy. How can she balance her unraveling personal life to keep her musical goals on track?
THE GUYS ARE impatiently waiting for me. Bean’s foot jiggles so fast; it appears as if a current of electricity runs through him. We have to be down at Pearl’s by seven.
We’re all geeked about playing on stage, I can tell. Performing at Pearl’s gives us the face time we need for when it’s really going to count. The real event — the competition — is only a few weeks away. I pick up my pace, we have three hours to jam and grab some food before we go on stage.
“Come on, Chickie,” he says, gesturing with his sticks as he settles into position behind his drums.
Rushing forward, I plug in my amp. As I crank out a few chords to warm up, that old energy buzzes through my veins. After a couple of licks, I’m ready and my nimble fingers tingle. I’m wired. I love playing in front of a live audience. “Which one are we jamming on?” I look over at Bean and wait for his answer.
His brow creases as he tries to decide. “This one here.” He holds up the lead sheet and waves it impatiently in the air.
I squint to see it. It’s the one we titled “Secrets.” Pointing to the lead sheet sitting on Stevie’s stand, I get into position. I had taken a few minutes and titled Stevie’s lead sheets for him the other day.
He nods. “Thanks.”
Bean slams his sticks together and counts out. “One… two… three.”
We’re off, filling the garage with musical energy. My body’s rigid, as if every muscle’s flexed and ready for action. Screaming chords fill the air, as my nimble fingers crank on my Gibson. I feel like I’m a live electrical wire, popping and snapping with unrestrained energy.
When we’re done with that song, no one speaks. Instead, Bean holds up another lead sheet and then we’re off again. Tonight’s performance is going to be epic. I can tell just by how we’re coming together. I grin in spite of my intense concentration; my confidence is growing by leaps and bounds. We are so ready for this competition that I can feel it all the way down to my bones.
After the second song, I hold up my hand and say, “Our sound smokes. But don’t you think we should play some of the music we’re going to be performing tonight?”
Bean snorts. “Yeah. Probably.”
We take a few minutes and discuss some of the songs we want to play. We usually crank out tunes that were big hits in the seventies and eighties, a lot of Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, and Rolling Stones. They’re more mellow than what we’ve been playing, but they’re still good melodies and the crowd at Pearl’s digs that classical sound. Playing this type of music broadens our musicianship, but there’s nothing like cranking out our own songs. After choosing a few of the harder tunes we immediately start jamming.
We’ve chosen “Hotel California” by the Eagles. It’s a dark tune about moving to California and I love the melody. My guitar howls out the chords and I feel that quiver inside as I sing the lyrics. After cranking out three more Eagles’ songs, we change it up for a few Fleetwood Mac and Rolling Stones’ songs. They’re great dance tunes and we know we’ll get people out on the floor with these.
After the last melody, we take a break. The garage seems to hum with the absence of our music. As if it was vibrating at a rapid rate and is slowly winding down because the music stopped. We all take swigs from the water bottles Bean brought out earlier and then sit in the folding chairs by the wall.
“What time is it?” Stevie asks, screwing the cap back on his water bottle.
“Time to get going,” Bean answers after a quick glance at his watch. “My brother should be here any minute to help me get my drum set down to Pearl’s.”
“Cool. I guess I’ll ride down with Francine.” I grimace as I say this and Bean exchanges a look with Stevie.
“I’ve got my parents’ Toyota for the night. You could ride with me,” Stevie offers with grin and a shrug.
“Awesome.” I smile at him as my heart swells with gratitude for my band mates. The truce between Francine and me has been extended, mainly because I’ve been
avoiding her and there hasn’t been an opportunity to wage another war. So I welcome any opportunity to keep the avoidance plan going.
A horn sounds off in front of the house. Moving to the garage door opener, I press the button. The Brown Turd sits in the driveway, rumbling and vibrating.
“There’s my ride,” Bean says. “Can I get some help?”
No one talks as we all gather around Bean’s drum set and help him disassemble it. It takes us about fifteen minutes to get everything in the car, but when we’re done, Bean’s satisfied with our work. He gives me a wink and says, “I’ll see you down there, Chickie.” Shifting his focus to Stevie, he says, “Later, dude.” They exchange a quick knuckle bump, and then Bean jumps in the car.
As they pull out of the driveway, Stevie gives me a nudge. “Come on. Let’s get going.”
I follow him back to the garage, where we grab our equipment and stow it in the backseat of his parents’ green sedan. Then we hustle inside and grab our coats. On my way out the door, I glance at my watch and realize we’ll just have enough time to eat before we play. Since we don’t charge for our performance, the owner of Pearl’s gives us our meal on the house. We’re okay with that because we need the face time and the food at Pearl’s is epically awesome.
After we climb into the car, Stevie starts it and pulls away from the curb. “What’re you going to get?” he asks after adjusting his mirror.
I tilt my head and think about it before I answer. “Probably a wet burrito.” I smile and face him. “How about you?”
“That does sound pretty good. I’ll probably get one of those too.”
We share a giddy laugh and then zoom down the road. I love Friday nights at Pearl’s, the relaxed atmosphere and the friendliness of the staff. The owner of the bar, whose actual name is Marge, always welcomes us with a smile. Her grandmother, the original owner, was Pearl.
Marge is a rotund woman with big boobs and an even bigger heart. When I was a young girl, I’d been afraid of her. Afraid that I’d get lost in that big pillowy chest and suffocate.
I snicker every time I think about that now and chalk it up to irrational fears of childhood.
As we pull into the parking lot behind the bar, I turn to Stevie and say. “Hey, did Bean tell you we have a name for the band?”
Stevie shakes his head as he puts the car in park and shuts it off. “Nope. What is it?”
“Starlight.”
Stevie grins and fiddles with his glasses. He repeats the name a couple of times, then turns to me, and says, “I like it.”
I let out a squeal of delight. “I do too.”
Stevie laughs because I’m not the type of girl that squeals. I’m much more levelheaded, but I can’t help it. We have our songs picked out and we have a name for the band. And the fact that we’re getting face time tonight is just frosting on the cake.
“Where’s Bean?” I ask, scanning the parking lot for the Brown Turd.
Stevie frowns. “I don’t know. He should be here by now.”
“Well let’s get the equipment into the bar. Maybe by the time we’re done, he’ll be here.”
“Okay.”
Climbing out of the car, I scrutinize the area again and still no Bean. Disappointed, I sigh and grab my Gibson and my amp, then carry them inside. Stevie’s right behind me with his gear in tow.
We trudge through the back door and find ourselves in a dimly lit hall. It’s narrow and smells of slimy grease and stale cigarettes. I figure this is where Marge’s staff comes when they want to have a smoke.
Traveling down the narrow corridor, we pass a bathroom on the right and the kitchen on the left. Coming from the kitchen is the sound of meat frying on a hot grill, the clatter of dishes, and the barking of orders as the staff hustle around trying to get through the dinner rush.
Inhaling a big whiff, I catch the scent of chipotle and cayenne pepper. Must be a Mexican dish is the special tonight, and my stomach rumbles in anticipation. We skirt
the main dining room and enter the bar area. At seven, Marge opens the divider between the two rooms and we’ll start cranking out the tunes.
There’s a small stage at the back and we head in that direction. I flick on the light. It flickers before the room lights up. Booths with cracked upholstery line the walls, and there are tables sporting red plastic tablecloths with candles in the center of them. Surrounding the tables like troops taking a bunker, are chairs with the same type of upholstery as the booths.
Stevie bangs into a table with his Fender and curses under his breath. I make it up on the stage and place my equipment on the left. Stevie likes the right side and Bean sits center stage, about five feet behind Stevie and me. There’s a small platform for him that sits about ten inches higher than the stage. This way Bean isn’t lost behind his drums. Stooping, I arrange my stand and amp so they’re out of the way, but accessible. Stevie does the same thing, and we’re quiet as we work.
After I get everything situated, I glance toward the door and frown. Still no Bean. My stomach flutters. If we don’t have a drummer, we can’t play. I catch Stevie’s eye. “I’m getting nervous.”
Stevie gives me a smile and says, “Chill. He’ll be here. You know Bean, he’s always running late.”
Just as Stevie finishes speaking, Bean rushes in the door. He’s carrying one of his snare drums and his brother’s following behind him carrying his cymbals. I’m so glad to see him that my heart swells in my chest. The overwhelming urge to run up and hug him is so strong, that I have to clench my hands to stop myself. I play it cool and say, “Hey. We were wondering where you were.”
He gives me a wide grin and says, “We had to make a quick stop.” He’s pumped — I can tell by his energetic motions and bright, shiny eyes. “I’ll be right back with the rest of my drums.” He winks at me and then turns to Stevie. “Would you care to help, kind sir?”
Bean and Stevie share a laugh at Bean’s silliness, then leave to carry in the rest of the drums. Brian waves to me
and bounds. We are so ready for this competition that I can feel it all the way down to my bones.
After the second song, I hold up my hand and say, “Our sound smokes. But don’t you think we should play some of the music we’re going to be performing tonight?”
Bean snorts. “Yeah. Probably.”
We take a few minutes and discuss some of the songs we want to play. We usually crank out tunes that were big hits in the seventies and eighties, a lot of Eagles, Fleetwood Mac, and Rolling Stones. They’re more mellow than what we’ve been playing, but they’re still good melodies and the crowd at Pearl’s digs that classical sound. Playing this type of music broadens our musicianship, but there’s nothing like cranking out our own songs. After choosing a few of the harder tunes we immediately start jamming.
We’ve chosen “Hotel California” by the Eagles. It’s a dark tune about moving to California and I love the melody. My guitar howls out the chords and I feel that quiver inside as I sing the lyrics. After cranking out three more Eagles’ songs, we change it up for a few Fleetwood Mac and Rolling Stones’ songs. They’re great dance tunes and we know we’ll get people out on the floor with these.
After the last melody, we take a break. The garage seems to hum with the absence of our music. As if it was vibrating at a rapid rate and is slowly winding down because the music stopped. We all take swigs from the water bottles Bean brought out earlier and then sit in the folding chairs by the wall.
“What time is it?” Stevie asks, screwing the cap back on his water bottle.
“Time to get going,” Bean answers after a quick glance at his watch. “My brother should be here any minute to help me get my drum set down to Pearl’s.”
“Cool. I guess I’ll ride down with Francine.” I grimace as I say this and Bean exchanges a look with Stevie.
“I’ve got my parents’ Toyota for the night. You could ride with me,” Stevie offers with grin and a shrug.
“Awesome.” I smile at him as my heart swells with gratitude for my band mates. The truce between Francine and me has been extended, mainly because I’ve been avoiding her and there hasn’t been an opportunity to wage another war. So I welcome any opportunity to keep the avoidance plan going.
Book Three ~ Starlight
Everything is on track for Seventeen-year-old Lark Singer and her band Starlight. They have a great shot at winning the competition that can launch their musical career. But when Lark discovers they will be competing against her old nemesis Duane McIntyre things really heat up. How far will Lark go to win, and what will it cost her in the end?
Chapter One
“AWESOME JAM session!” announces Bean as he twirls his sticks in the air.
“We are so ready!” I exclaim. The competition is just a week away, but I’ve never been so ready for anything in my life. We have the smoking hot tunes. Four of them, and they’re full of positive energy. And we have the smoking hot name. Starlight. I love the way it rolls off my tongue when I say it.
For a brief second, I think about who we’re up against for the competition and Duh-Wayne’s face floats into my consciousness. I shake my head to wash the image away. Nothing is going to ruin this chance for me, not even Duh-Wayne.
The competition. It’s my one chance to get out of this town, to have the musical career of my dreams. The winner gets a paid-in-full opportunity to audition for American Singer and the winner of that gets a recording contract. I can almost feel the contract in my hand.
Turning my attention back to the task at hand, I unplug my guitar. As I put my Gibson back into its case, Bean moves from his perch behind his drum set and squats next to me. “Hey, I’ve got to give Stevie a ride home, but after that would you like to go for a cruise?”
“Yeah.” I give him a smile. “I would.”
“Bean. Come on, I’ve got to get home,” Stevie says in a tone that’s not quite impatient.
I stand. “Just let me put this away,” I say, patting my guitar case. I hustle inside and run my guitar up to my room.
When I return to the garage, I hit the button and then sneak under the door as it makes its descent. Stevie’s standing just outside the passenger door, waiting for me to climb into the car next to Bean before he gets in. He’s thoughtful that way.
I climb in and give Bean a nudge and a grin. He grins back and his eyes have that special twinkle that’s just for me.
Stevie scrambles in and closes the door. “Let’s go.”
Bean backs out of the driveway and heads down the road. The Brown Turd rumbles and backfires as he steps on the gas. I’m surprised Mr. Szasbo hasn’t made an appearance, but then I remember his cat. Ever since I saved his kitten, I haven’t heard a complaint from him. Maybe he has warmed toward me.
It takes us fifteen minutes to reach Stevie’s house. A brick ranch with a long front porch and attached two-stall garage. The house doesn’t seem to match my friend. I expected him to live in some bungalow by the sea. Instead, he’s in small town suburbia and it dawns on me that I don’t even know what his parents do for a living.
“I’ll catch you guys tomorrow,” Stevie says with a wave, pulling me from my thoughts.
“Yeah. Tomorrow,” I say with a quick smile. I can’t wait for him to leave so I can be alone with Bean.
“Later, Dude,” Bean yells before rolling up his window. I snuggle up to him as he steps on the gas and heads toward downtown. “So where do you want to go?”
I shrug. “I don’t know. Let’s go someplace where we can talk.”
He winks at me and says, “I know just the place.”
“Where?”
“You’ll see.” He gives me a mischievous smile that sends my heart racing. I love it when he looks at me like that.
We make small talk while he drives to our destination. I’m shocked when we pull into a cemetery. “What are we doing here?”
“You said you wanted to go someplace to talk.” He snickers. “We definitely won’t get interrupted here.”
“No kidding,” I say as I stare out the window. The grave markers go by and I can’t help but think about the people lying beneath the ground. I wonder what kind of lives they had. As I think about these things, I realize there’s a lot of history in this cemetery.
“So, what did you want to talk about?” Bean asks as he grabs my hand. The familiarity of the rough calluses on
my skin warms my heart. He stops the car and turns the engine off.
“My mom admitted it.”
“Admitted what?” Bean shifts in his seat and slouches against the driver’s door.
I shift and turn toward him. Before I speak, I rub my fingers along the scar above my right eyebrow. It’s my bastard stamp. I got it the day Duh-Wayne called me a bastard and then laughed when I didn’t know what one was. As I recall the horrific fight we had, a shudder runs through me as I tell him. “She admitted that Jared Miller is my father.”
“What?” Bean sits up straight and bumps his head against the window. Rubbing it he says, “When did all this happen?”
“Last night.” I brush a curl away from my face.
Lisa Orchard grew up loving books. She was hooked on books by the fifth grade and even wrote a few of her own. She knew she wanted to be a writer even then. Her first published works are the “Super Spies Series.” These stories revolve around a group of friends who form their own detective squad and the cases they solve. “The Starlight Chronicles,” is the next series that Lisa created with musical misfit, Lark Singer as her main character.
Lisa resides in Michigan with her husband, Steve, and two wonderful boys. Currently, she’s working on the next book in the Starlight Chronicles Series along with a few new ideas that may turn into stand-alone novels. When she’s not writing she enjoys spending time with her family, running, hiking, and reading.
Book Title: Irrational Behavior
Author: S.E. Felida
Genre: Woman's Fiction, Chit Lit, Romantic Suspense
Release Date: December 26, 2015
Hosted by: Book Enthusiast Promotions
Find out in Irrational Behavior: An Imperfect Past Novel (Incredible Dreams Series book two)
On my way over to the bedroom, I turned on the radio for some music while I changed into something I really hoped would blow Nathaniel away. I was almost done when I suddenly heard Nate’s SUV pulling up his driveway. I looked down at my watch; crap! He was way too early, he wasn't supposed to come home ‘til four. I downed the rest of my wine and rushed over to the living room as fast as I could manage. I reached for the remote control to shut the music off and crouched underneath the cake table which had a secret entrance to get inside of the cake. With the help of a footstool, I made it in just in time. All I had to do now was wait.
It was boiling in there, I thought that I was going to pass out if I didn’t get out of it right then. When I looked down at my watch, I noticed that four minutes had already passed. That was even longer than I was going for. I took a deep breath, popped open the lid, and stuck the top of my head out of the cake to turn on the radio. I was about to click on the remote to start Beyoncé’s ‘’Dance for You’’ when I heard someone say, “Damn Nate, just how many people are you expecting tonight? This cake is huge.” Whoever it was took a closer look. “Hey, why does the top of your cake have a head sticking out of it, man?” Shit, shit, shit. Busted. I wanted to go back in and curl up and die, but that was no longer an option seeing as someone had already seen me. I decided to do what needed to be done to keep them from freaking out and lifted the lid entirely up, stood up straight, and turned to face them.
Suddenly, I was the center of attention in a room full of Nate’s colleagues whose eyes were practically bulging out of their heads. My eyes locked on Nathaniel’s, he rushed over toward me and covered me up with his jacket. I felt like dying. I’d never been so embarrassed in my life. I was dressed in a naughty cop uniform; the skirt was so short that you could see my butt cheeks if you looked in the right angle. The top I had put on was a tight fit and it hugged my body perfectly, leaving my breasts firmly in it without me having to wear a bra, and to top it all off I had on some long, blue, thigh high boots.
“Wow, does she come with the cake? Where did you buy it, Nate? My birthday is coming up soon,” one of his colleagues said with a smirk on his face that didn’t go well with Nate at all.
He cursed the man out, “Shut the fuck up, Paul. You better quit eyeballing my woman like that if you want to keep your eyes. This here is, Leona.”
I couldn’t even look at them. If I could’ve evaporated in that moment, I would have done it for sure.
BooksandBeyondFiftyShades rated it *****
This is not a standalone book, you have to read Part # 1 Incredible Dreams, to get to know the characters and their stories (and you must).
Loved this story it was funny, beautiful, sad and exciting all at the same time. The characters drew you in from the start and it was a really good read. I would recommend this Story!
BookHeathens rated it *****
Just when things look like they are going right for Leona and Nate things go crazy for them. Honestly if you try to give a review you will be spoiling is amazing book.........all I can say is you will be turning the pages, picking your jaw up from the floor, swearing, crying and all the time trying to piece this book together.
S.E. Felida was born in Curaçao, but she's currently living in Holland with her husband and their three boys. Growing up, she loved to read as many books as she could get her hands on and began writing short stories and poetry at the age of eleven.
S.E. Felida writes Steamy-Romance Novels with Nerve-racking Suspense, and she recently re-released the first installment in her Incredible Dreams Series “Incredible Dreams” on October 29, 2015. The second and final part in her series “Irrational Behavior: An Imperfect Past Novel” was re-released on December 23, 2015.
S.E. Felida is currently working on a full-length, stand-alone novel “Joey's Girl.” Expected release date Spring 2016!!
For more info, please visit her website www.se-felida.nl.
Discovered (The Cover Series Book One) by Kim Black
Date of Publication: December 22, 2015Blurb
Emily Roberts was done with men!
She believed she was content with focusing on her career. After Adam, her ex, cheated on her with not one, but two of her co-workers, Emily fled from her former workplace, forgoing her internship, and decided to start anew.
Though her decision to write off love had held up for over a year, her chastity belt would soon be put to the test when Julien Belmont, a French billionaire, takes an interest in her.
In one night, she questions everything she believes, and though she is determined he is no different from the rest, she finds herself in a whirlwind of affairs, lies, and a tug of war between old and new men…
Can she learn to love again, or will she flee from Julien, who she admits is the best lover she's ever had?
Julien Belmont is a gorgeous, commanding, passionate Frenchman who enjoys his freedom. His ever-growing sexual hunger means his appetite is never quite quenched. At least not until he meets Emily. One night with her changes everything he has ever believed.
Will his past destroy his potential future with Emily?
Or will the fire between them burn eternal?
She believed she was content with focusing on her career. After Adam, her ex, cheated on her with not one, but two of her co-workers, Emily fled from her former workplace, forgoing her internship, and decided to start anew.
Though her decision to write off love had held up for over a year, her chastity belt would soon be put to the test when Julien Belmont, a French billionaire, takes an interest in her.
In one night, she questions everything she believes, and though she is determined he is no different from the rest, she finds herself in a whirlwind of affairs, lies, and a tug of war between old and new men…
Can she learn to love again, or will she flee from Julien, who she admits is the best lover she's ever had?
Julien Belmont is a gorgeous, commanding, passionate Frenchman who enjoys his freedom. His ever-growing sexual hunger means his appetite is never quite quenched. At least not until he meets Emily. One night with her changes everything he has ever believed.
Will his past destroy his potential future with Emily?
Or will the fire between them burn eternal?
About Kim Black
International Amazon Bestselling Author Kim Black is a born and raised New Yorker. She is engaged to a wonderful man and loves spending time at home with her family. She currently resides in Bronx, NY, but is a true Brooklyn girl. You can take the girl out of Brooklyn…
From the time Kim picked up her first book at her middle school library, she fell in love with the feeling of getting lost in another world. Book became her escape and she dove head first into the many books she loved with joy. She strives to provide that same feeling for her readers.
In 2011, she introduced to the world of erotic romance and fell in love with the genre, reading any and everything she could get her hands on. By the following year, she decided to take a chance at self-publishing an erotic romance series and thankfully she has been fortunate enough to have gained a fan base, though she still finds it unbelievable.
While Kim Black may be known for her angst and suspenseful, sexy romances, she is working on branching out into other romance genres.
Kim holds a Degree in Graphic Design and Animation and is the CEO of a new publishing services company, TOJ Publishing Services, where she provides authors with custom graphics, marketing and promotional services.
She is also a proud member of Romance Writers of America and is a part of two of their chapters: RWA-NYC and KOD-RWA.♥
Find Kim Black Online
Teaser
After parking directly in front of the house and exiting the vehicle, Julien opened my door and held out his hand for me. Hesitantly, I took it. The tantalizing fragrances of roses and lilies was soothing, helping to somewhat calm my nerves. Holding my hand, he led me inside. It was just as stunning as the outside, the two storey grand entrance graced with Italian marble and coffered ceilings leads to a Solid Oak charcoal stained Scarlett O'Hara staircase sweeping to the second level. High ten foot ceilings promote an airy feeling throughout. Italian Marble flooring with black marble inlay was gorgeous. A stunning crystal chandelier acted as the centerpiece of a grand enterance. Soft lighting that made the space seem warm despite how grand it was in stature.
I expected him to show me around a little, but after he closed the massive double doors behind us, in an instant I was spun around to face him, his lips seeking mine, his tongue demanding entry into my mouth. Upon contact, he groaned, devouring me. I could feel his hunger, the desperation in his kiss while he pinned me against the wall. The hot, wet, demand of his mouth pressed firmly against my own. My legs felt as if they would surely buckle beneath me if not for his hips against mine, holding me in place. While I matched his passion, his heat, kissing with equal intensity, he was overpowering me, taking control of all of me.
Oh, my God. He really wants me and God help me…I want him too.
"Do you know what you do to me, chérie?" he asked, breaking our kiss while running his hands all over my body, further inflaming me. He cupped my breast, stroking his thumbs deliciously over my erect nipples, and started kissing down my neck and along my shoulder, nipping me with his teeth. My skin came alive at his touch. My core was wet, dripping with excitement.
Without warning, he gave a sharp yank to my dress. The thin straps snapped in an instant. I was so lost in him that I barely noticed as the dress slipped from my body to pool around my feet, quickly followed by my black lace bra. He lowered his head and kissed, licked and sucked on my heavy breasts, making sure to circle my nipples with his magical tongue. Biting my lip, I threw my head back and moaned with each delicious flicker, savoring the heady pressure pounding through my body.
"Tell me that you want me, mon amour."
He pushed away, causing me to whimper in disappointment. I stared up into his intense eyes, which seemed to bare his soul to me. They were filled with intense passion, lust, and desperation.
Where was the hint of overconfidence I saw at the club? I wondered. Maybe I had been too quick to judge, too quick to assume the worst of him, because standing before me was a man whose eyes told me all that I needed to know. He needed me just as badly as I needed him.
"Yes, I want you…" I murmured. My body trembled, giving away just how excited and nervous I was as I stood before him in only my high heels and a skimpy, black lace thong. My mind began to race as I stared into his eyes. He sparked such intense desire within me, like nothing I had ever experienced before. My mind conjured up all manner of dirty and sexy things that I wanted him to do to me…no, things I needed him to do to me.
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