Title: Low
Series: Low #1
Author: Mary Elizabeth
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Cover Design: Hang Le
Release Date: February 1, 2016
Blurb
It’s hard living on the wrong side of the tracks.
Lowen Seely has a criminal record to prove it. Determined not to follow in his father’s footsteps, he fights instinct and tries honesty. But hunger becomes painful, and bills are due. Forced to choose between what is right and wrong, the boy from the hood learns abiding by the rules is nearly impossible when corruption is in your blood.
Falling for an outlaw has changed everything.
Poesy Ashby is the definition of ride or die, even when it means turning her back on freedom. The girl from the suburbs gives conformity the middle finger. Bonnie and Clyde have nothing on her love story.
On the run with consequences in the rearview mirror, Lowen and Poesy accept the truth: they are the bad guys.
But can they get away with their crimes?
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Excerpt
“Keep the engine running,” I say. “If I’m not out in five minutes, leave.”
Poe nods her head, but doesn’t argue.
When the nine o’clock hour comes, both she and I watch the clock on the dashboard turn to one minute after.
“You’ll need to keep your mask on, Poesy. Make sure none of your hair is showing,” I say. “Keep your head down the entire time.”
“Okay,” she answers in a small voice.
“If you see cops—”
“I know what to do, Lowen. I know you want me to leave you.” She sighs. “But I don’t know if I can.”
Despite our circumstances, I smirk. “Hopefully you won’t have to.”
At nine thirty, Poe and I switch seats, and she gets behind the wheel while I load the pistol. With hands that shake uncontrollably, I place the ski mask over my head but don’t pull it down my face. I help Poesy with hers, tucking in every stray strand of hair so they remain unseen.
She grabs my wrist, and our eyes meet. I see fear combined with love and loyalty in her stare.
I kiss her knuckles and promise with the chance of lying, “We’re going to be okay.”
Unlike when we drove into the garage, the streets are alive and filled with a variety of automobiles, and dirty sidewalks carry several pedestrians. The forty-second drive to the bank feels like forty years. Thick blood courses through my veins, and I feel it flow through arteries and vessels, nourishing muscle and bone. My head echoes with the thump, thump, thump of my hard heartbeat. Every breath is shallower than the one before it.
“Pull down your mask,” I say, but my voice sounds foreign and feels a million miles away.
As Poe drives into California Credit Union’s parking lot, I grip the cold steel in my hand.
The edges of my vision blur; I’m blinded by adrenaline.
My skin crawls like I’m covered in spiders; I’m delirious with edginess.
“Your ski mask,” Poesy shrieks. “Cover your fucking face, Lowen.”
My girl reaches over and pulls it down for me. The car stops to a screeching halt, and reality crashes into me in a brutal rush, stripping me of air and voice.
“If we’re in this, you need to go,” Poesy says in a calm but stern tone, hidden behind her black mask.
There’s peace in her eyes.
There’s strength in the girl who stayed with me when I was locked up.
The one who’s remained by my side, believing and starving all at the same time.
With the gun in my hand and determination in my heart, I leave Poesy in the car and push open the glass double doors into the bank.
As I step foot onto the burgundy carpet, I yell, “Everyone down on the fucking floor!”
Poe nods her head, but doesn’t argue.
When the nine o’clock hour comes, both she and I watch the clock on the dashboard turn to one minute after.
“You’ll need to keep your mask on, Poesy. Make sure none of your hair is showing,” I say. “Keep your head down the entire time.”
“Okay,” she answers in a small voice.
“If you see cops—”
“I know what to do, Lowen. I know you want me to leave you.” She sighs. “But I don’t know if I can.”
Despite our circumstances, I smirk. “Hopefully you won’t have to.”
At nine thirty, Poe and I switch seats, and she gets behind the wheel while I load the pistol. With hands that shake uncontrollably, I place the ski mask over my head but don’t pull it down my face. I help Poesy with hers, tucking in every stray strand of hair so they remain unseen.
She grabs my wrist, and our eyes meet. I see fear combined with love and loyalty in her stare.
I kiss her knuckles and promise with the chance of lying, “We’re going to be okay.”
Unlike when we drove into the garage, the streets are alive and filled with a variety of automobiles, and dirty sidewalks carry several pedestrians. The forty-second drive to the bank feels like forty years. Thick blood courses through my veins, and I feel it flow through arteries and vessels, nourishing muscle and bone. My head echoes with the thump, thump, thump of my hard heartbeat. Every breath is shallower than the one before it.
“Pull down your mask,” I say, but my voice sounds foreign and feels a million miles away.
As Poe drives into California Credit Union’s parking lot, I grip the cold steel in my hand.
The edges of my vision blur; I’m blinded by adrenaline.
My skin crawls like I’m covered in spiders; I’m delirious with edginess.
“Your ski mask,” Poesy shrieks. “Cover your fucking face, Lowen.”
My girl reaches over and pulls it down for me. The car stops to a screeching halt, and reality crashes into me in a brutal rush, stripping me of air and voice.
“If we’re in this, you need to go,” Poesy says in a calm but stern tone, hidden behind her black mask.
There’s peace in her eyes.
There’s strength in the girl who stayed with me when I was locked up.
The one who’s remained by my side, believing and starving all at the same time.
With the gun in my hand and determination in my heart, I leave Poesy in the car and push open the glass double doors into the bank.
As I step foot onto the burgundy carpet, I yell, “Everyone down on the fucking floor!”
Author Bio
Mary Elizabeth is an up and coming author who finds words in chaos, writing stories about the skeletons hanging in your closets.
Known as The Realist, Mary was born and raised in Southern California. She is a wife, mother of four beautiful children, and dog tamer to one enthusiastic Pit Bull and a prissy Chihuahua. She's a hairstylist by day but contemporary fiction, new adult author by night. Mary can often be found finger twirling her hair and chewing on a stick of licorice while writing and rewriting a sentence over and over until it's perfect. She discovered her talent for tale-telling accidentally, but literature is in her chokehold. And she's not letting go until every story is told.
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Title: Blinded by the Darkness
Author: J.A. Essen
Genre: Erotica/BDSM
Cover Design: Kari Ayasha at Cover to Cover Designs
Release Date: January 21, 2016
Blurb
Mason Pryce has it all. Twenty-nine years old with a massively successful business, loving family, expensive toys and close friends. There is nothing he wants for… Except for the next exclusive ‘auction.’
Due to his “unique” desires, Mason has never had any luck keeping a real girlfriend, but it doesn't really bother him since there are other, darker ways to deal. Deep pockets make buying anything possible… Or ANYONE.
Thanks to bad decisions and self-destructive behaviors, real love seems to be the one thing Mason will never have. Or will those things finally work in his favor?
One night of trying to do too much on his own sets a series of domino-fall actions into effect that will forever change Mason’s life.
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There are only three of us tonight vying for a unique distraction. When Victoria opens the door, two thoughts cross my mind at the same time. ONE, there’s only one girl, and this could get costly and TWO, this may possibly be the most beautiful creature I’ve ever laid eyes on. That being said, I slightly stumble over my own feet as I make my way into the room. Fortunate to be at the back of the group, no one notices.
She’s standing in the room wearing a purple leather open-cup bustier, matching blindfold and nothing else. We all make our way around her to examine the possible purchase. She’s quite tall, probably pushing six feet. Her beautiful, tanned body and raven black hair are such a far removal from my usual likes. Her skin is flawless save for a small scripted tattoo on her right shoulder: I vincet. Latin most likely. I’ll have to look it up.
Victoria chimes in, “Jade comes to us today from Barbados. She has willingly agreed to her current arrangement in exchange for monetary assistance for her family’s failing business. She’s an exquisitely beautiful, young woman as you can see, along with spectacular sea-green eyes.”
The bidding begins at one hundred thousand, and I could care less. I don’t even pay attention to the escalating price. Out of sheer instinct I just keep raising my bidding flag until everyone realizes that continuing is a futile maneuver.
“Going once, going twice… SOLD! For eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars to the yellow bidder.”
She’s standing in the room wearing a purple leather open-cup bustier, matching blindfold and nothing else. We all make our way around her to examine the possible purchase. She’s quite tall, probably pushing six feet. Her beautiful, tanned body and raven black hair are such a far removal from my usual likes. Her skin is flawless save for a small scripted tattoo on her right shoulder: I vincet. Latin most likely. I’ll have to look it up.
Victoria chimes in, “Jade comes to us today from Barbados. She has willingly agreed to her current arrangement in exchange for monetary assistance for her family’s failing business. She’s an exquisitely beautiful, young woman as you can see, along with spectacular sea-green eyes.”
The bidding begins at one hundred thousand, and I could care less. I don’t even pay attention to the escalating price. Out of sheer instinct I just keep raising my bidding flag until everyone realizes that continuing is a futile maneuver.
“Going once, going twice… SOLD! For eight hundred and fifty thousand dollars to the yellow bidder.”
The grumblings of the others barely even register as they step out of the room. I’m stupefied and in awe. She’s everything I never wanted.
Author Bio
I have been married for eleven years and have two, very rambunctious little boys, ages five and seven. I am a full time restaurant manager and now, part-time Indie author. I enjoyed writing short stories and poems when I was in middle school, and won a few contests with my poetry, one of which was a published Christmas poem. I enjoy reading everything from dark erotica, to bio-tech sci-fi, to fantasy. I have both a romance and a fantasy book plotted out, and plan on releasing one in the first quarter and one in the second quarter of 2016.
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He found me in blood and tears.
I stayed with him through darkness and fire.
We loved each other in the moment between innocence and bitter truth.
We were the kids easily ignored, who grew into adults we hardly knew.
We weren’t meant to last forever. And we didn’t.
He ran away.
I tried to move on.
Yet I never stopped thinking about the boy who had fought to keep me alive in a world that would have swallowed me whole. He was the past that I buried, but never forgot.
Until the day I found him again, years after believing I had lost him forever.
And in cold, resentful eyes, I saw the heart of the man who had been everything when I had nothing at all. So I vowed to hold onto the second chance that was stolen from the children we had been.
Sometimes fate is ugly. Life can be twisted.
And who we are can be ruined by who we once were.
For two people who had survived so much, we would have to learn how to hold on before we were forced to let go.
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The New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of Contemporary and Paranormal romance including The Find You in the Dark and Bad Rep series as well as the upcoming stand alone romance, Reclaiming the Sand, and a dark new adult series for Gallery Books.
A. Meredith spent ten years as a counselor for at risk teens and children. First working at a Domestic Violence/Sexual Assault program and then later a program for children with severe emotional and mental health issues. Her former clients and their stories continue to influence every aspect of her writing.
When not writing (or being tortured with all manner of beauty products at the hand of her very imaginative and extremely girly daughter), she is eating chocolate, watching reality television that could rot your brain and reading a smutty novel or two.
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Title: An Unfinished Life
Author: Mary A. Wasowski
Genre: Contemporary Romance/Mystery/Suspense
Cover Design: Mindy Guerreiros
Release Date: March 16, 2016
Blurb
“You have my past…I need my future.”
Two men. Two pasts. Two goals.
One connection.
Both men have suffered tragedies they wish they could forget. But can't and won't. Not without a fight.
One has made a promise of revenge. The other…an oath of justice.
These silent vows have haunted them both for years.
Which rival will prevail? Or will they both succumb to An Unfinished Life?
Author Bio
I am a dreamer. I've always been a
dreamer. Some may not have worked out the way I hoped they would, but I also
believe that everything happens for a reason.
Writing has changed my entire life. It
brings happiness and fulfillment to areas in my life that I didn't even know I
was missing. It's also one of the hardest jobs I've ever done. It takes me away
from my family, friends, and the little day-to-day tasks that once upon a time
seemed normal. Sometimes I like to revisit my portfolio of old short stories,
poems, and the inspirational quotes I have kept for many years. Reading through
it all shows how far I've come and that the journey I am on now is exactly what
I dreamed of many years ago. This makes me smile.
A long time ago, I used to write short
stories and poems in journals and kept them privately to myself. It took quite
some time and many sacrifices, but now I have four published books and
have my very own writing cave. What the heck is that? Well, it's my second home
where I laugh, dream, imagine, and write my heart out to hopefully produce
something that will make other people smile.
I call New Jersey home where I share my
life with my husband, Henry, and our three sons.
Life is an incredible journey.
We are all an open book. Every day is a
new chapter to write in our story. Lessons are to be learned and shared.
Keep moving forward.
Never give up on your dreams.
Smile, and never let anyone dull your
Sparkle.
Believe me...Your spirit will thank you
for it.
Xoxo
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