tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-77314986102571337882024-02-19T01:08:36.715-08:00Our Fictional BoyfriendsOur Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.comBlogger188125truetag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-3397933191785268592014-01-17T05:00:00.000-08:002014-01-17T05:00:02.414-08:00Book Tour + Giveaway: Her by Felicia Johnson<div dir="ltr" style="line-height: 1.15; margin-bottom: 0pt; margin-top: 0pt; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-weight: bold; text-decoration: underline; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Author: </span><span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Felicia Johnson</span></div>
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<span style="background-color: transparent; color: black; font-family: Arial; font-size: 15px; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">In many ways, Kristen Elliott is a normal, seventeen-year-old girl. Kristen loves her family. She works hard academically, and tries to please her mother. She takes on the additional responsibility of caring for her twin siblings, Nick and Alison. She idealizes her best friend, Lexus, who not only seems to lead the perfect life, but also catches the attention of John, the boy Kristen secretly loves. However, as is the case with many teenagers, Kristen feels frustrated, isolated, and confused.</span></div>
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Rachel Dennehy had a crazy thought. If she could just start over somewhere else, she could forget about her sad and tragic past and all the ghosts that chased her. When an email landed in her inbox, to tutor a difficult student whose father just happened to be the CEO of one of the biggest companies in the nation, the apple was a bit too enticing for Rachel to refuse. She moves from Texas to Beverly Hills, where she is tasked with turning around her wealthy pupil’s bad attitude. It is a bad attitude that stems almost entirely from his parents’ ugly divorce and even uglier custody battle. </address>
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Rachel navigates these choppy waters solely to protect Jonathan. She sees the adults in the family as self-serving; most of whom are far more interested in hurting each other than taking care of this fragile, vulnerable boy. Her heart traps her into this sticky web, despite her own history of loss and betrayal. How long will she last? More importantly, what will she be required to give to save these Fullerton men who continually tug her in three different directions?</address>
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The saga begins with the first book, titled “Enticed,” due to release in early 2014. Author Ginger Voight returns to the dream-making landscape of Los Angeles, in a new tale that throws back the curtain on the dangerous power, appeal and excess of the privileged. Only by the time this tale is done, one principle character will pay the ultimate price as they all race toward that elusive happily ever after.</address>
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<a href="http://www.brandeesbookendings.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/532697_384743131563642_1944907157_n.jpg" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img alt="" class="alignleft" src="http://www.brandeesbookendings.com/wp-content/uploads/2012/11/532697_384743131563642_1944907157_n-225x300.jpg" height="270" title="532697_384743131563642_1944907157_n" width="203" /></a>Ginger Voight is prolific author, freelance writer and optioned screenwriter. Her fiction is diverse, with novels like the edgy, coming-of-age drama DIRTY LITTLE SECRETS, and the fun family adventure for kids of all ages, COMIC SQUAD.</address>
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Having grown up reading different authors like Danielle Steel and Stephen King, Ginger has always been drawn more to story than to genre. This shows up in her various stories. Titles such as MY IMMORTAL and TASTE OF BLOOD are a delicious, heady mix of horror, suspense, and romance.</address>
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Genre romance, however, has held a special place in her heart, ever since she read her first Harlequin novel when she was only eleven. As a result, Ginger is making a name for herself writing romances of her own, starring women who look more like the average American woman rather than those traditionally represented in the size-biased American media. Her Rubenesque romances were created especially for those heroines with fuller figures, who can still get the man of their dreams if only they believe they can. Such titles include UNDER TEXAS SKIES, LOVE PLUS ONE, THE GROUPIE TRILOGY, THE FIERCE TRILOGY and PICTURE POSTCARDS.</address>
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<i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">“Patrick Knight, single, retired Guard-turned private investigator. I was a closer. A deal maker. I looked clients in the eye and told them I’d get their shit done. And I did...”</span></i><span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;">At least, not anymore.</span></div>
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-72427184330689606432014-01-16T03:00:00.000-08:002014-01-16T03:00:09.890-08:00Book Blitz: It's Not Over by A.L. Zaun<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="background: white;">He had wanted her to help him win his ex-girlfriend back. She had wanted to teach him a few lessons on how to treat a woman. Neither one had planned for the unexpected.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">I couldn't stand by and watch. It hit too close to home. I had to run fast and far to get away and forget him. He weaseled his way into my life, making me question rules I lived by and turned my orderly life upside down. I'm falling apart and coming undone. I don't do that. I'm Madison Stuart. I live life by my rules. I won't be derailed by a man. I won't...I can't.</span><br />
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<span style="background: white;">She's gone. I'm desperate and going insane. I'll do whatever it takes to find her. I don't know when it happened, but I won't let her go, not like this. What has she done to me? I'm Rick Marin for crying out loud. I don't chase women, but she's not just a woman. She's Maddy--<em>my</em><span class="apple-converted-space"> </span>Maddy--and I need her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We hit a little turbulence, and reality set in at thirty thousand feet. I was on an airplane, holding Madison in my arms, on my way to New York City. I looked around, taking everything in, and I caught the flight attendant, sitting across from us, eye-fucking me. She smiled as she lowered her eyes to my dick. I wondered if she was imagining a threesome. <i>What else could she be thinking, gawking at me, while I’m holding another woman?</i> Somehow, I knew that my conclusion would land me in a new category of asshole. Surprisingly though, I wasn’t the least bit interested in even entertaining the fantasy. <i>I want Madison exclusively</i>. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">My heart pounded faster, and my mouth went dry. I hadn’t admitted that to myself or any other living soul. I grabbed the bottled water and drank it in one gulp. <i>I can’t stand her half the time. She drives me crazy. She infuriates me like no one else.</i> But I felt something for her that I couldn’t describe. It was more than wanting to bury my dick in her and fuck her hard…I couldn’t live without her. <i>Fuck, fuck, fuck. <o:p></o:p></i></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She shifted against me, sliding her hand inside my jacket. Reclining my head back against the seat, thoughts of her flooded my mind. Somehow, along my quest to win Daniela back, Madison had become my best friend and something more. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Liam Lucas’s words hit me like a tsunami. <i>Your friend is more than a friend. You don’t go up against your brother over a chick unless she’s under your skin, and if you aren’t sleeping with her, then you’ve got it bad.</i></span><br />
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-92102164254452178722014-01-16T00:00:00.000-08:002014-01-16T00:00:06.930-08:00Cover Reveal: Enticing Interlude by Michelle Mankin<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em>In trouble with nowhere else to go songstress Lace Lowell seeks refuge with the band during their stop in New York City. It's a risky move for her because they are both there, two impossibly good looking men whose lives are inseparably entwined with hers. One who bruised her heart and one who smashed it into pieces.</em><em></em></address>
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<span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">5 fabulous stars and a standing ovation for Alyson Raynes! It’s been a while since I've read a book worthy of a 5 star rating. This novella can be compared to so many books but the two that I kept thinking of while reading was fifty shades and the crossfire series, yet it is also unique in its own way. I was so enthralled with this book that I could not put it down. I ended up finishing it in no time at all.</span><span style="color: #222222; font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
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Brooke is in a relationship that looks like is not going anywhere. She has invested 11 years of her life and hopes someday he will propose. While Brooke interviews for a new job she meets Dylan, who she will be replacing. After their first meeting she finds herself thinking of Dylan more and more and the attraction is mutual. The chemistry between these two is off the charts.<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Promiscuous picks up where we left off. Right away we go back to the suspense and a whole lot more mystery. If we thought there was drama in the first book, this one shows us a whole other level of mystery, drama and WTF's.</div>
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Our couple is preparing for a future together but danger still follows them. Dylan and Brooke were able to overcome their obstacles. Their secrets were revealed and it looks as if they are going to get their happy ending and then out of nowhere BAM!!!!!!! We get hit with the most unexpected twist ever (this was where all my WTF's came). Every time I thought I had it figured out my jaw dropped more and more all I could think was Fifty Shades and The Crossfire series met the Dark Duet.</div>
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The story line was so crazy and unexpected I can honestly say this book had me at the edge of my seat biting my nails and pulling my hair out. I thought book one was great but this one was even better now I am very impatiently waiting for book three in this series I can't wait to see how Dylan and Brooke once again build an even stronger relationship.</div>
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<span style="color: #181818; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;">Alyson enjoys bringing characters to life and has been writing since she was a little girl. Her first published book was in elementary school where it was put on display in the library for others to read. Alyson’s love for books is what compels her to write and create new worlds of her own for others to enjoy. She enjoys writing everything from erotica to suspense thrillers. Fixer of Deceit is the first book in the Fixer Series, which is both an erotic romance and suspense thriller.</span></div>
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-41926492325921459822014-01-15T03:00:00.000-08:002014-01-15T03:00:12.546-08:00Cover Reveal: Destiny's Detour by Mari Brown<div style="text-align: center;">
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<em>Heading off to her first year of college, Destiny is ready to take on the world. On the college dance team with her best friend, Amy, all Destiny wants is to have fun, enjoy her college years, and spend time with her older brother, David.</em></div>
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<em>When I wake up, I realize two things. One, I have a hangover. And two, someone is in my bed. I am almost afraid to turn over to see who it is. I know I was pretty drunk last night, but forgetting who or what I do is not a common occurrence.</em><br />
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I have always loved reading and writing. When I was in the fifth grade I became a published writer (okay so it was the school newspaper). I spent the better part of my teen years writing stories for my friends. Sometime between ages of 16 and 35 life happened and I stopped writing but I never stopped reading. It was only after my grandfather passed away in early 2012 that I decided to go for my dreams and write a novel and self-publish it.</div>
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I write under the pen name Mari Brown, which is just a play on my real name. I am happily married to my own alpha/ former bad boy male, we have been together for 18 years. We have a 17 year old daughter and two sons ages 15 and 14. We have 3 dogs and 2 cats. There is never a dull moment around my house. We live on the beautiful Gulf Coast of Alabama.</div>
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In addition to writing I am also co-owner of <a href="https://www.facebook.com/KeepinItRealBookBlog" target="_blank">Keepin’ It Real Book Blog</a>, where I share my love of reading other Indie Authors.</div>
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-82126651846791980672014-01-15T01:00:00.000-08:002014-01-15T01:00:00.963-08:00Cover Reveal: Tragic Desires by A.M. Hargrove<div align="center" class="BodyA" style="text-align: center;">
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Livie has always been the stable one of the two Cleary sisters, handling her parents' tragic death and Kacey's self-destructive phase with strength and maturity. But underneath that exterior is a little girl hanging onto the last words her father ever spoke to her. “Make me proud,” he had said. She promised she would...and she’s done her best over the past seven years with every choice, with every word, with every action.<br />
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Livie walks into Princeton with a solid plan, and she’s dead set on delivering on it: Rock her classes, set herself up for medical school, and meet a good, respectable guy that she’s going to someday marry. What isn’t part of her plan are Jell-O shots, a lovable, party animal roommate she can’t say ‘no’ to, and Ashton, the gorgeous captain of the men’s rowing team. Definitely him. He’s an arrogant ass who makes Livie’s usually non-existent temper flare and everything she doesn’t want in a guy. Worse, he’s best friends and roommates with Connor, who happens to fits Livie’s criteria perfectly. So why does she keep thinking about Ashton?<br />
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As Livie finds herself facing mediocre grades, career aspirations she no longer thinks she can handle, and feelings for Ashton that she shouldn’t have, she’s forced to let go of her last promise to her father and, with it, the only identity that she knows.<br />
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-41420172547807213572014-01-14T04:00:00.000-08:002014-01-14T04:00:00.059-08:00Release Day Blitz + Giveaway: Forever With You by Laurelin Paige<div style="text-align: center;">
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Alayna Withers relationship with Hudson Pierce has tested both her and his ability to trust. They decide that the only way they can move forward together is with open doors and transparency. It won’t be easy for the scarred lovers, but they’re committed to each other more now than ever. Alayna, in particular, has grown through their trials, and has emerged more confident and faithful to the man she loves.<br />
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But while the pair is focused on the future, their past shows up again to threaten their fragile bond. Promises that were made are broken, and Alayna learns that Hudson still has very potent secrets—secrets that will tear them both apart. As much as she feels for him, her ability to forgive and forget is tested beyond her limits.<br />
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Even though she found the only man who could fix her, a forever with Hudson seems more and more out of reach.<br />
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Hudson traced my cheek with his finger. “You know all you have to do is ask and it’s yours.”<br />
A sudden wave of anxiety rolled through my belly. I turned to face the back of Jordan’s head. “Actually, I don’t know that, and honestly, that sort of makes me uncomfortable.”<br />
Hudson put his hand on my neck. “Why?”<br />
There were lots of reasons. But I settled on the most obvious. “I don’t want to be the floozy manager who only gets things because she’s fucking the owner.”<br />
My eyes were still on Jordan. He was so good at his job—he didn’t even flinch at my crass language. <br />
Hudson, it seemed, preferred that the conversation remain between us. He leaned in to whisper in my ear. “First of all, I love that you’re fucking the owner. Please don’t stop. Second, that’s not why you get things. You get things because you’re qualified. If you’d shown up to the interviews after the symposium, you would have had people fighting for you. But third, and most importantly, you get things from me because you’re my other half. Everything that is mine is yours. My connections, my money, my influence—it’s all half yours.”<br />
I shivered. While I adored the sentiment—craved it, in fact—it also made my panic buttons go off. Those were the kinds of words that could make me think things I shouldn’t think. That I was more important than I was. That we were closer than we were. They were trigger words for me, and though I’d been healthy with Hudson, it had only come from diligence on my part.<br />
But how I wanted to wrap myself in his declaration…<br />
I swallowed. “I don’t know how to respond to that.”<br />
Hudson nuzzled his nose against my earlobe. “You aren’t ready for that, I know. But I needed to tell you. As for your response, how about you say you’ll run our club?”<br />
“I’ll run your club.”<br />
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I knew my mistake immediately. Funny, how strongly I wanted to correct myself. I turned to meet his eyes. “I’ll run our club.” <br />
“Now kiss me because you’ve made me a very happy man.”<br />
He didn’t have to ask me twice. He didn’t even really have to ask me once, because his lips were covering mine as I opened my mouth to agree. His tongue slid in immediately, and he kissed me thoroughly until the car came to a stop in front of The Bowery.<br />
Reluctantly, I released myself from his embrace. “Thank you, Hudson.” For the chance to run the club, for helping me be successful at it, for loving me in the best way you know how, for finding me in the first place.<br />
He swept my hair away from my shoulder. “No. Thank you.”<br />
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USA Today Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Mad Men and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Adam Levine. She is represented by the wonderful Bob Diforio of D4EO Literary Agency.<br />
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-16982355190734935852014-01-14T03:30:00.000-08:002014-01-14T03:30:03.523-08:00Release Day Blitz + Giveaway: London Falling by T.A. Foster<div style="text-align: center;">
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It’s London’s senior year and she only needs one class to graduate. She just didn’t expect her final assignment: fall in love.<br />
Communication 224 has a reputation for giving out the most unique projects of the semester. When London James and Beau Anderson signed up for the class they had no idea they would be paired up together, much less spend an entire semester working on their final grade.<br />
Professor Garcia tasks them to produce a study on the hit reality show, Love Match, a show about strangers falling in love on over the top dates. London and Beau decide to debunk the popular show’s fantasy portrayal of romance. Determined they can date the entire semester and not fall for each other, the classmates share blogs about their dates and start a website where everyone can follow their dating experiment. Resisting their growing attraction for one another is harder than they thought. <br />
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T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos. <br />
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T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach trip.<br />
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-57990332013028113882014-01-14T03:00:00.000-08:002014-01-14T03:00:08.593-08:00Release day Launch: Drew + Fable Forever by Monica Murphy<div style="text-align: center;">
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<b>Monica Murphy returns with her most beloved characters, Drew and Fable, in this eBook original short story that brings her bestselling New Adult series full circle.</b><br />
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<i>Fantasy.</i> How I ended up with NFL player Drew Callahan, the guy every woman wants, is beyond my wildest dreams. All I know is that once he chose me as his one and only, I sure wasn’t looking back. I had past wounds and he showed patience and concern—even accepting responsibility for my messed-up kid brother. Now, yet again, he's found a way to blow my mind: an exotic wedding and honeymoon miles and miles away from home. What else could a girl ever ask for?<br />
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<i>Reality.</i> Except now the honeymoon’s over. Drew's football schedule takes him on the road constantly, while I need to stay put and look after my brother until he finishes high school—because God knows our sorry excuse for a mother won’t. I know Drew loves me with all his heart, and I’ll always be over the moon about him. This just isn’t how I imagined life as newlyweds . . . dealing with the distance, missing him constantly. But we’ve gone through hard times before. We can get through this, too, right? We’re Drew and Fable, together forever. At least I hope so. . . .<br />
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“We should check out Ocean Avenue tomorrow,” Drew whispers close to my ear, amusement tingeing his deep voice.<br />
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“What? Are you serious?” Even though I’ve come to terms with being here, it doesn’t mean I want to linger and make it a serious vacation. Besides, Drew needs to get back home so he can resume practice.<br />
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“Well yeah, remember the spot where we kissed?” His eyes are warm as they search my face, filled with so much love I feel my heart swell.<br />
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“Yes,” I whisper achingly. “Of course I remember.”<br />
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“I want to go back there.” He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, his index finger lingering on my skin. “I want to kiss you again in that little alley and remember how wet we were from the rain. How nervous I was. I was scared you might reject me.”<br />
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I’d felt the same way. We’d dealt with much of the same feelings and fears and hadn’t even known it.<br />
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“I want to take you to that store where you got the dress that just about killed me and buy you whatever you want,” he continues, his fingers drifting across my jaw. My eyes flutter closed as memories rush back at me. “I want to sit outside the dressing room and have you come out to show me every single thing you’re trying on.”<br />
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That he remembers all the little details sends a thrill of pleasure spiraling to the very depths of my soul.<br />
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“And then I want to wander off for a bit and let you do whatever you want, secretly hoping that you’ll send me a text that says marshmallow. Though if you don’t that’s okay because I’ll send you one instead.” He offers up a crooked smile and the sight of it cracks my heart wide open, overflowing with so much pure love for him I want to cry. “Because we made a deal. Whenever we see or hear that word, the other comes running. I’ll always be the one to rescue you, Fable. You never have to worry about that.”<br />
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New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Monica Murphy is a native Californian who lives in the foothills below Yosemite. A wife and mother of three, she writes New Adult and contemporary romance for Bantam and Avon. She is the author of One Week Girlfriend and Second Chance Boyfriend.<br />
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-8017408504938996132014-01-13T05:30:00.000-08:002014-01-13T17:05:31.194-08:00Cover Reveal: The Best Man by Michelle Lee<div align="center" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;"><div style="font-size: 18px;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgTmA7pF017r4H5mM3NB_mBJtzxsuJckmw7uCHrTKa_gcB-DZN7A8qrnqXy8zyKlPFI3057GSlkt6oNMe7bRy2HDYPn0Zz7x-MjWJciGPtIzbpj_qlci60HL7ZXS1FbRT337b5bnXOC7h/s1600/best_man_promo3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="358" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiVgTmA7pF017r4H5mM3NB_mBJtzxsuJckmw7uCHrTKa_gcB-DZN7A8qrnqXy8zyKlPFI3057GSlkt6oNMe7bRy2HDYPn0Zz7x-MjWJciGPtIzbpj_qlci60HL7ZXS1FbRT337b5bnXOC7h/s640/best_man_promo3.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><div style="font-size: 18px;"><span style="background-color: ; color: #181818; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; text-align: left;"><br />
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Title - Three Rivers</div>
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Author - Chloe Barlow</div>
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Genre - Contemporary Romance</div>
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Expected Release Date - March 25th 2014</div>
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"A heartbreaking tale of letting go and learning to love again. A jaw-dropping debut novel you have to read.” - Helena Newbury, New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author.<br />
A self-contained bittersweet romance (no cliffhanger ending!) 87,000 words.<br />
How do you start over when you gave everything to one life, one plan, and lost it all?<br />
Althea refuses to allow herself to love again. Imprisoned in grief at twenty-four after her husband’s sudden death, she’s convinced her heart died along with him. She spends her days honoring his memory by clinging to the legal career he helped her to build and to the remaining pieces linking them together.<br />
Griffen’s been running from his past. Despite success as an author and investigative journalist, he’s been traveling through life on autopilot. For a decade, he’s chosen perilous adventures and meaningless sex over the danger of any attachments. When he finally returns home to Pittsburgh, he’s slammed by the awakened memories and regret he’s spent years trying to escape.<br />
A chance encounter brings them together. Their instant desire for each other – and the bond they discover between them – shocks them both. Despite her best efforts, Althea can’t resist Griffen’s charm or his intriguing proposition – if she agrees to a no-strings affair with him for the two weeks he’s in town, he swears he’ll walk away when their time is up. Assured she can test the waters of a new life while keeping her vow never to betray her husband’s memory by opening her heart to another, Althea throws herself into the escape Griffen provides her.<br />
Their perfect plans go awry when the intensity of their connection overwhelms them. Will they risk it all on the chance of something great together…or will the power of their secrets and guilt tear them apart?<br />
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“Griffen… Oh! That feels so good,” Althea whispered roughly, her voice slurring a little — whether it was from the drinks she’d had or arousal — she wasn’t sure.<br />
“How drunk are you Althea?” he asked, leaning back, and his surprise growth of a conscience jarred her.<br />
“Excuse me? Don’t you want me?” She suddenly felt shy and embarrassed, like her pretense was ripped away and she was just her same old stable self again. <br />
“Dammit, Althea. I want you like crazy, but I want to know you really want this, too.” <br />
“I know what I’m doing Griffen. I know what I want to do.”<br />
“And what’s that?”<br />
“You.” Whoa. What brazen hussy said that? She asked herself as his answering groan made the muscles in her stomach squeeze tight.<br />
“Shit. You’re so sexy Althea. But you’re a good girl. I don’t have a lot of experience with good girls. I’m not quite sure what to do here.”<br />
Althea smirked at him, grabbing his butt and pulling him tightly against her center. “Something tells me you’ve done this before.”<br />
Griffen laughed, “Yes, that’s true. And I definitely have lots of ideas of what I’d like to do to you…with you. I meant I just want you to be sure.” <br />
It was bizarre to Althea that his man, whom she’d followed to his hotel room after only just meeting him, could tell so easily that she was a good girl. Because he was right — she was one, always had been. <br />
“Yes Griffen. I guess I’ve done my best to be a good girl my whole life. I also try to be a damn great woman. But tonight. Now. Here,” she purred, enunciating each word with the scratching of her nails up and down his smooth cotton shirt, brushing his nipples until he groaned. “I just want to be…with you. What do you say?”<br />
“Yeah, gorgeous,” he said, lightly brushing the fingertips of one hand down her face. Running them across her lips and resting them there. “We can definitely do that.” <br />
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Chloe is a contemporary romance novelist and practicing attorney living in Pittsburgh, PA with her husband and their sweet puppy. She is a native Washingtonian that graduated Duke University with a degree in English and Chinese language. She met her husband at Duke and he brought her to Pittsburgh over a decade ago, which she has loved ever since and made her adopted hometown. She also attended University of Pittsburgh Law School where she continued to be an overachieving nerd.<br />
Chloe has always loved writing and although she does do it professionally as a lawyer, she cherishes the opportunity to craft her contemporary romances and share them with the world.<br />
She is an avid romance fan and wrote her debut novel Three Rivers in her spare time. She continues her tireless legal style of research in her fiction work as well. For example, in an effort to bring authenticity to Three River’s treatment of grief and loss, she consulted with a psychologist and grief counselor during its preparation.<br />
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1) What has been your worst haircut/style? I have crazy thick hair and lots of it (I mean, we’re talking use-a-quart-of-conditioner-without-blinking amount of hair). It really only works as a super short or really long. In high school I chopped it off in this cute edgy pixie I loved! Then I spent a semester of my senior year in high school in China and couldn’t get it cut right. It grew out like some sort of bizarre mullet version of the three stooges hair. I have pretty exclusively just done long hair ever since.<br />
2) In O’s and X’s which do you normally pick? X’s all the way<br />
3) Bottle beer or draft? Draft<br />
4) If you could learn any language fluently what would it be? French. Studying Chinese and living there twice was great, but I love France and wish I could speak more than just the basics I know.<br />
5) What is your favorite board game? I love Clue! I so want to do a grown up Clue dinner party where people have to dress up like the characters. I want to dress up as Miss Scarlet. She has the best outfit and what woman doesn’t want to be a femme fatale for a night?<br />
6) What is your favorite movie? Lady and the Tramp. I named our springer spaniel Lady, now I just need to rescue Tramp! Second place is The Thin Man.<br />
7) Which song do you hate the most? Tied between Celebration and YMCA. For our wedding I put those on the DO NOT PLAY list. I think some guests wanted to rebel against my tyrannical refual to abide by wedding music protocol, but, damn, those are awful!<br />
8) Who is your celebrity crush? I have been in love with Ewan McGregor since I was 15. I swear my husband looks like him. He tells me he doesn’t see it. Good thing, mine is the opinion that matters on that issue.<br />
9) Can you do 10 revolutions of a hula hoop? Oh dear Lord, no. I can barely do one, and its not a sight anyone wants to see. I am beyond uncoordinated. My friends, family and husband lovingly refer to me as “The Spaz.”<br />
10) What’s the worst pick up line ever used on you? I was a waitress at the main hangout restaurant my senior year at Duke. We had “big beer night” on Thursdays. It was great for tips but terrible for pick up lines. One guy said to me 4 times: “I’ll have a beer . . . and your number.” He would have asked more times I think, but he couldn’t handle any more big beers after that.<br />
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<b>Five years ago, she left without a word… </b><br />
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Internationally-renowned artist Max Estin is as well known for his million dollar commissions as he is his partying and clubbing. But Max is hiding a secret—for almost a year he’s been completely blocked. Unable to paint. And to unlock his art, and save his career, he’s going to need the one woman he never wanted to see again.<br />
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Kira Estin never told Max exactly why she left, or what secrets forced her to return home to Passion Creek so abruptly. So when a chance reunion turns to seduction, Kira is more than a little suspicious. She knows better than to trust Max, but can’t fight the fire that he lights in her body—or her heart. But when everyone is hiding a secret, can even the hottest passion survive?<br />
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Inara grew up in winter wonderland of Buffalo, NY. Consequently, she spent much of her childhood complaining about being cold. To spare the world her whining, she fled the cold climate and eventually wound up in the Pacific NW, where she practiced law for ten years before getting up the courage to quit her day job and write full time. A proud author of fantasy and romance for adults and young adults, Inara firmly believes that great literature doesn't have to be depressing, true love does exist, and everyone deserves a happily ever after.<br />
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Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-39191209876918578122014-01-13T00:00:00.000-08:002014-01-13T00:00:06.815-08:00Cover Reveal: A Firefighter's Flame by Dani Hart<div style="text-align: center;">
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“My heart was bursting at the seams, longing to feel again. My skin was crawling with anticipation for the next fix of sensation that traveled from my fingers to my toes to my core. Was it my time or was it too late as I had convinced myself of so long ago? He made me feel again, but I hadn’t decided if I loved or hated him for it. It took only one moment to destroy the walls that years of pain and disappointment had built. To destroy me. To make me want more. Only I didn’t know if I deserved more…. I had always been ruled by my emotions, which had contributed to the extreme highs and lows in my life, but to feel numb was a curse that I had been living with for too many years that I would now fight against for life. Fight for the feelings that once inspired my soul and warmed my heart because I saw him and a shock of life brought me to my knees and begged for more, shamelessly. Practically a stranger now, an angel, my redemption.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">My passion for writing started at a very young age. It started with a multitude of diaries as soon as I could write well, then poetry, then short stories. I received my BA at USC in Theatre with an unofficial minor in writing. While at USC I wrote my first screenplay and post-graduation I was hired to write another screenplay, which I did successfully. I have since started several books, but have never had the courage or time to finish them. I missed it, but I was discouraged from my years in the industry and I was scared to go back, so I had convinced myself I was too busy and it would be a waste of time. Then I started reading again which reignited my passion for writing. I started writing a story that had been brewing inside of me over the years. The characters were slowly developing and itching to break out onto paper, so in the summer of 2011 I wrote the first two chapters. Life got busy again and my passion was pushed aside, but then I met an amazing person who loved my story and encouraged me to start writing again. With that said, I am in a happier place now. I am fulfilling my inner desire and passion to write while raising a family and living life. Thank you so much for your support! And I hope to keep the stories coming!!!</span></div>
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world sees me as a whore and a worthless piece of trash. No one would ever believe<br />
that I am still a virgin, waiting to find love. I think I can easily say that I<br />
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half minutes, I dance, undress, shake my ass, and slide up and down the metal<br />
pole, in front of me I am in complete control while I am up here on this stage.<br />
The dancers make the rules at this place. That is except for the room in the<br />
far back, known as Ultimate Climax. It is the one place where all power is surrendered;<br />
the one place in this club that I said I’d never go, no matter how desperate I<br />
got. The price is just too high for me, and I refuse to sell myself to the<br />
highest bidder. I cannot afford to lose the only thing I have left… My control.<br />
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<br />Our Fictional Boyfriendshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07011929088955628633noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7731498610257133788.post-14904531101023820882014-01-10T08:00:00.000-08:002014-01-10T08:00:02.053-08:00Chapter 1 Release + Giveaway: Yes, Master by Margaret McHeyzer<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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My uncle raped me.</div>
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I was 10 years old when it started.</div>
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At 13 he told me I was no longer wanted because I had started to develop.</div>
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At 16 I was ready to kill him.</div>
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Today, I’m broken.</div>
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Today, I only breathe to survive.</div>
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My name’s Sergeant Major Ryan Jenkins and today, I’m ready to tell you my story.</div>
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<i>“Master would flog me if I did, she won’t be happy when I tell her what happened here.”</i></div>
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<i>“Master?”</i></div>
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<i>“Stella.”</i></div>
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<i>Oh, Master.</i></div>
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The lyrics of ‘Now Comes the Night’ tell me not to be afraid. But afraid is exactly what I am.<br />
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Afraid to close my eyes.<br />
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Afraid to have them open.<br />
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Afraid of all the years that were taken from me.<br />
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Afraid of the hurt that exists in every part of my broken soul.<br />
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Afraid to live.<br />
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Sitting in my lounge room with a tumbler of Jack in my hand all I can do is stare around the havoc that is my life, everywhere I look I see the mess that surrounds me.<br />
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In one corner there are newspapers and bills which are stacked in piles, dishevelled, a lot like my mind.<br />
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In another corner, discarded dirty clothes that are waiting for them to be picked up and cared for, exactly like my body.<br />
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Behind me lies rubbish strewn carelessly, hoping that one day they’ll be thrown out, exactly like my soul.<br />
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It’s been twenty three years since the first night where that beast touched me. Twenty three years of embarrassment and shame have followed and enveloped me. Twenty three years have gone by where only one living being knows what happened, the beast that I didn’t get to kill.<br />
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The day I turned sixteen was the day I was going to kill him, it was also the day that my mom intervened and enrolled me into the army. I woke up that morning knowing I was going to take <i>his</i> life, but I went to bed that night in quarters with another twenty nine males.<br />
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My mom couldn’t tolerate my behaviour any longer, the fighting, the hatred I had towards everyone, the dark words that I’d spit out at anyone that would listen. No one understood why I was like that, so I was shipped out with my mom packing my bags and taking me to the barracks herself.<br />
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That was also the best decision she could’ve made for me. In the seventeen years since I’ve been in the army, I’ve quickly raised through the ranks. I’m a Sargent Major with a thousand men to command, this is the easy part. Being given orders and following them to a tee then commanding my men in the way The United States Army has trained me to.<br />
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At work I’m totally in control, I expect absolute excellence and I certainly don’t tolerate ill behaviour. The Army’s taught me patience and control. But no matter what I do, the moment I’m home and the uniform comes off, I can’t find that balance and I can’t bring that control over to my personal life.<br />
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I’m sure on the outside I look like a man that has it all, a man other men envy, a man others want to be, a man women want and a man most would want in their existence.<br />
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But, I don’t wish my life on anyone.<br />
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My phone starts ringing, and all my now sluggish brain can do is look around from the chair I’ve sunk into and wonder where in this hell hole my phone is.<br />
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Throwing back the contents of the tumbler, I feel the burn slide down my throat, and its enticing temporary numbing ways makes me forget, even for a split second what exactly I’m looking for.<br />
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But it rings again, and this time I know that I need to answer it. It may be Joanna calling me about Lucy. Maybe Lucy’s hurt, maybe I need to get to her quickly. My mind instantly clears and I jump out of the seat, because if I need to get to my daughter, then I don’t want to be in this mindset. The phone stops ringing while I look for it, but starts again with the same standard ring tone. I finally find it, buried in the bottom of my work bag.<br />
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Looking at the screen it’s coming up a private number. Thank god, it’s not Joanna.<br />
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“Hello.” My voice is all rough from the burn of the liquid that allows me a sliver of sanity.<br />
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“Ryan, you sound like shit.”<br />
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“Mason, fuck man. The hell happened to you?” Mason Carter’s my best friend since I can remember. Actually he’s my only friend since I can remember.<br />
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“I got a couple of weeks off from shooting and I’m back. You got Lucy this weekend?”<br />
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“Nah, Joanna has her. What have you got in mind?”<br />
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“I’m thinking of coming up for a few days, to spend some time with my best mate. What do you think Ry, can you fit me into your busy schedule?” he says with a chuckle in his voice.<br />
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And my stomach does that little twist it always did when I’d hear Mason laugh. I’m not gay, I don’t do guys, but Mason being around always did something to me. I noticed it after <i>he</i> told me <i>he</i> no longer wanted me. I mean that’s pretty fucked up right?<br />
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“Sounds great, you got somewhere to stay?” I can feel my own blood starting to pump harder through my body.<br />
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“I was hoping on staying with you. Look, I’ve been invited to an awards event Saturday night. Wanna come as my plus one?” He lets out another chuckle.<br />
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“What the fuck, Mase. Really? Take a woman with you.”<br />
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“She’s the one that told me to meet her there.” I feel a slight twinge of disappointment, he has a woman? I mean I should be delighted for him, shouldn’t I?<br />
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“Oh, who is she?” I ask feigning happiness for him.<br />
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“I’ll tell you about it when I see you, bro. Gotta go, so I’ll see you on Friday. What time are you due home from work?”<br />
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“I’ll be home by 1700. I can leave a key with Kaitlyn next door though if you’re coming earlier.”<br />
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“Nah 5pm works for me, see you then.” He hangs up and I go over and sink back into my seat. I let the worn fabric of the chair scratch up against the backs of my legs as I replay the conversation I just had with my best friend.<br />
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I hear his chuckle again and my cock twitches in my shorts. Closing my eyes I try and not imagine how he looks.<br />
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The second last time I saw him he was detoxing and looked like shit, his straggly oily hair hung over his face, and his body was too skinny. He look almost emaciated, his skin was too big for his body with his bones protruding through.<br />
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Two years ago Mason was so heavily into drugs that I thought he’d die. I was waiting for the phone call from his parents telling me when and where the funeral was. He was a changed man for those few years that he kept his habit up, he was unpredictable and totally untrustworthy, but I never gave up on him.<br />
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Whenever he needed a place to stay, I always had my front door open for him unless Lucy was staying with me. No matter what he did, I always had his back. He stole from me, he used me and he even tried to pick fist fights with me, but I was unwavering. I knew it was the drugs and I tried to help him as much as I could. I mean, who was I to judge him?<br />
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Then one night when I was watching TMZ, they announced that Mason had gone into rehab.<br />
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That was the last I saw of him, until 12 months ago, when he ended up on my door step. He was looking healthy and also extremely ashamed. That night he explained how he was at his breaking point and a woman saved him, but that’s all he told me and I never pushed him to reveal more than he wanted.<br />
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We all have secrets we don’t ever want to share. We all have skeletons lurking in our closets, just the size of the bones change from person to person.<br />
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Breathing deeply through my nose as those memories play around in my head, I notice I’ve willed my cock into submission and the thought of being attracted to Mason totally disgusts me again, <i>I’m not gay</i>.<br />
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I open my eyes and look around the room and think, I best get this place looking like my life is in order and not just the broken empty shards that lay like an unfinished jigsaw puzzle it actually is.<br />
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I don't do 'normal'.<br />
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I've found that the more I write, the more I like being different to other authors. I write in first person, and I love to challenge a reader.<br />
I take the normal and switch it around.<br />
For me, I really enjoy getting a reaction from a reader. So if I can evoke an emotion (regardless of if it's the emotion the reader wants) then I figure that I've done my job as an author I want to be.<br />
I really quite revel in taking people out of their comfort zones and pushing them to read something different.<br />
My genre of writing is, well quite frankly, where ever my mind goes. I won't label myself because I don't like sticking to one genre.<br />
My goal with writing is just to take people away from whatever is going on in their lives, even if it's only for a split second.<br />
I'm a go with the flow sort of person and don't really take a course of action to get where I am going. I live in the moment and don't usually worry about tomorrow because whatever life is due to bring me, I'll be happy to accept.<br />
I love my family and friends and will help anyway I can if someone needs it. I really don't like people that are nasty just because they can be, I don't believe that's necessary, I mean life's hard enough as it is!<br />
I hope you enjoy my books, I've had a hoot writing them. There's more to come.....<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> After spending years in hell overseas, <strong>Donavon ‘Cruz’</strong> came home to lose the very thing he went into hell for, sending him to the darkest moments of his life. Joining Ravage two years ago was his safe haven, and he protects his family at all costs. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> When a dark-haired bombshell struts into the club’s shop, he’s caught off guard but immediately knows she’s the one he’d do anything for. Tough as nails, and taking no crap from anyone, he’s captivated by a woman who could handle this life. Trying to meet the needs of the MC business and follow his heart proves to be difficult when the two collide, and lives are at stake. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black;"><i>Pop … pop … pop … </i>Gun fire rang out as a black cage drove past with its side door wide open. Grabbing my gun, I fired back in quick reaction and dropped behind the porch post. The front door flew open as Princess stormed out, gun pointed and firing with great aim, hitting the cage repeatedly. The shots kept coming, and Princess didn’t flinch or shy away. She ducked a few times, but kept moving.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">We were both in a dead sprint to our bikes firing them up and taking off after the cage. Weaving in and out of traffic, we kept on its tail, firing shots back and forth. I couldn’t help the hard-on I got watching Princess shoot while still maneuvering her bike effortlessly. <i>Not the time for that shit.</i></span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Pulling up besides the cage, I began shooting rapidly, hitting one of the guys. Princess’s shots hit another who fell out, causing her to stop her bike abruptly, unable to swerve out of the way. Shooting again, I aimed for the tires, but fucking missed as it spun off. There was no way I was leaving her alone out here.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">Turning back around, I reached Princess who was down on the ground checking out the shooter. “Dead?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Yeah.” Grabbing my phone I called Dagger giving him our current location and advising clean up. I knew it would only take about five minutes before the cavalry came in.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“You all right?” Looking at her, I could see she seemed fine, no blood anywhere, but being a woman you never know how they react to this shit.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“I’m good.” She smiled. “Home, sweet home. You know this guy?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Looks like one of Rabbit’s crew.” Damn it. Rabbit’s known for running drugs throughout the state and we have dealings with him. This can’t be good.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“I take it he’s one of <i>the everyone</i> that Diamond wants me to be careful of, huh?” She looked as if she was studying the body before her, lifting up the shirt, taking in all the ink and marks on it totally unfazed she was looking at a dead body.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“Somethin’ like that.” The roar of bikes in the distance snapped me into action. “Get your ass on your bike and go back to Ma’s house. I’ll send some guys over.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">If looks could kill, I’d be lying dead next to the man on the road. “I’m just as much a part of this as you are,” she growled out. It was sexy as hell, but her trying to control shit was gonna stop quick.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“I’m not gonna say it again. Fucking go. Now.” I ordered.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black;">“If you remember, it was my fucking shot that killed the bastard.” She stood up heading towards her bike. I could see in her face it was killing her to have to leave the scene, but she listened and headed back the way we came. I held in my chuckle. Damn woman.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> Nineteen-year-old Jaycee Shumway breaks into professional baseball player, Reed Tyler’s home, to steal the second most valuable set of balls he owns. Neither of them expect their striking attraction or battle of wills to lead them to a homerun.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">The car quickly heated up and one of his hands wrapped into my hair. He took control of the next kiss. He tasted every part of my mouth and I think I understood exactly what fucking him could be like.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">He let me come up for air and I opened my heavy eyelids. “I don’t want you to hurt me Reed and I’ll hate you if you hurt my brother and sister.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“I won’t give you a reason to hate me.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I still didn’t get what he wanted from me and the decision was overwhelming. Should I take a chance or not?</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“Say yes.” He kissed my throat running his tongue across my skin taking little nibbling bites that drove me wild. He didn’t play fair.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“Yes,” I whispered and he rewarded me with his mouth again.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I rubbed against him, need building between my thighs so powerful that my clothes hurt my skin. My wet panties burned against my clit. His knee rose up between my legs causing more friction as I rocked against it.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“Let go.” He whispered.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I did. My toes curled and my legs shook. My pussy quivered against him wanting more but taking what he gave. My head went back as he lowered his knee and jerked the center of me closer to the center of him. I cried out, the sound amplified in his car. But before my orgasm was over, embarrassment crashed in. I tried pulling away but he wouldn’t let me.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“That was beautiful baby.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I buried my head in his shoulder. “I can’t believe I did that.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“I want you doing it again and again.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“I’ve seen the size of you, it’ll kill me.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I moved my hand over the long hard ridge beneath his jeans. His indrawn breath made me smile, my embarrassment forgotten. I arched my body away so I could feel his entire length.</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">He breathed into my ear his voice rough. “It’s a little messier for me to do what you just did and I need to make it home.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">I pressed down a little harder. “What will you do when you get home?”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">“No baby, it’ll be hot, with my hand where yours is.”</span></div>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">Oh god, he just talked about masturbating and I was so out of my league. He took both my hands threading his fingers through mine and tipping me back.</span></div>
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When Sadie Warren finds herself struggling to overcome an abusive relationship after high school, she seeks confidence by using random men to gain strength. All of that changes after one encounter leaves her to question everything she thinks she knows about who she is. In her journey of self discovery, Sadie finds out the hard way that sometimes love just isn’t enough. But then again, it can be.<br />
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She ran from a past that still hasn’t let her go, but her dream of becoming a lawyer is stronger than her fear of confronting that past. Embry’s sole focus is to get through law school—with the help of her best friend, Morgan—and make something of the broken girl she became. Not thinking about falling in love, being in a relationship or even entertaining the idea of romance, Embry is moving forward one day at a time.<br />
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Luke Brody is charming and sexy, and has a past of his own. He wants nothing more than to put his demons to rest and move on with his life. But, when Embry enters the picture, is he destined to repeat those same mistakes?<br />
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When I picked up this book I expected to fall completely in love with its male lead Luke. I mean how could I not? Hot, smart, sweet blue eyed Luke. Who could resist?</div>
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Embry sure couldn't. The beautiful law student fell hard for the handsome stranger and felt her self finally letting someone in. Not like the guys she had random hook ups with after her last real relationship ended in her running far far away from home years ago. At least she has her best friend to help deal with her emotions and Jeremy a very good new friend who always manages to distract her.</div>
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Luke and Embry are inevitable and even when faced with the issue of ethics and how student teacher relationships are forbidden at the college their love proves to be stronger. But a secret from Luke's past brings Embry's world crashing down. When she needed it most Jeremy is there as the amazing friend he is and takes her away. Away from the lie, the pain, and Luke's beautiful eyes.</div>
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We are left waiting to see what happens between Luke and Embry. Also wondering what will happen with Luke and the blonde he finds on his doorstep. Most importantly for me we are left wondering what happens with Embry and Jeremy! As much as I tried to love Luke I found myself wanting more and more of Jeremy throughout the book. I need to know more about him!!! For the first time I'm not in love with the main male lead but with the underdog and honestly I am not one bit ashamed. There were times where the story seemed a little to familiar to past professor student relationship books I've read but overall the characters made it so it wasn't too similar. As long as I get more of Jeremy I look forward to reading the next book in this series.</div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;"><i>This can’t be happening. </i>That thought ran on a constant loop through her head as she sat in the cold, uninviting classroom, the smell of antiseptic invading her nostrils. A shiver crept up her spine, and she couldn’t tell if it was from the temperature or her nerves. Maybe both. She sat on a hard plastic chair, hands gripped in her lap, her foot tapping furiously against the linoleum. The anticipation was killing her. She studied the three people at the front of the room, their heads bent together as they whispered amongst themselves.<br />
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Her heart thumped in her chest, the dull thud echoing in her ears as she sat silently, waiting. Her head swam, and she struggled to keep herself afloat instead of drowning in the anxiety that threatened to pull her under. She strained forward, hoping to catch even a small piece of their hushed conversation, but all she could hear was the shallow murmur of their voices. She wanted to get it over with. Like a Band-Aid, it would hurt either way. Might as well make it quick. She’d had to pick up the pieces of her broken life and move on once before. But she couldn’t do it again, not after all of her hard work. She wouldn’t accept it, she couldn’t.<br />
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<i>How did this happen? </i>They’d been careful. Hadn’t they been careful? She swallowed the lump in her throat and tried in vain to think of something, anything else.<br />
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The older gentleman on the end cleared his throat, pulling her from her thoughts. “Miss Jacobs?”<br />
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She looked up at the members of the university’s disciplinary committee, taking them in one at a time. She straightened her back and lifted her chin, hoping the outward display of confidence would give her some semblance of the same feeling on the inside. That was shot to hell as soon as she opened her mouth. “Y-yes, sir?” she answered, her voice trembling.<br />
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“Do you know why you’re here?” the other man asked, his eyes kind.<br />
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“No, sir.” She shook her head, but she was pretty sure she had an idea.<br />
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“Let me tell you,” the older man interjected, opening the folder in front of him. He explained the purpose of the hearing and the university’s policies regarding disciplinary sanctions.<br />
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She sat back, rubbing her palms on her pants and trying to calm down. As she listened to his words, she was hit with a rush of emotion so strong it almost bowled her over. Good. Bad. Happy. Sad. Betrayal. Rage. Shock. Relief. <i>Relief?</i> She fought to keep focused on the seriousness of the situation before her as a litany of memories assaulted her </span><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 15px; line-height: 20px; text-align: start;">consciousness.</span><br />
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“Look to your left … now look to your right. One of you won’t be here at the end of the year.”<br />
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Those same words were repeated year after year at law school orientations around the country. Embry Jacobs fought to keep her composure as the dean continued his sad attempt to scare her out of the next three years at Whitman Law School. The old theater seats made her itch, and her long, blond hair stuck to the back of her neck, making her antsy.<br />
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She leaned over to whisper to her best friend, “Seriously? I thought they stopped giving this speech years ago. Did the dean take this straight from The Paper Chase?”<br />
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Morgan chuckled and elbowed Embry’s ribs. “Shhh, this is very important stuff, Bree.”<br />
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Embry had read the books and watched the movies. She knew all about the scare tactics used on first-year law students. As cliché as the dean’s speech was, a good number of the students in that auditorium wouldn’t make it through the first semester, let alone all three years.<br />
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Failing out wasn’t an option for her. Embry had one chance, and she had to make it count. All she’d ever wanted was to be a lawyer, and the only thing standing in her way was the next three years of school. Already in debt from her undergraduate degree, she was relying on a scholarship to get her through law school. If she didn’t keep her grades high enough to maintain the scholarship, she’d be forced to take out more loans. At least once she graduated, she’d be able to make enough money to pay them off. Embry was startled from her thoughts by a hard poke to her arm.<br />
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“Bree, you coming?”<br />
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Embry looked up to see Morgan waiting for her. Morgan Maxwell had been her best friend for as long as she could remember. She’d been through everything with Embry, and even though they’d lived far apart for the past five years, their friendship had never suffered. When Embry left home after high school without any warning or explanation, Morgan was the only person who knew why. The real reason. Even though Embry’s leaving put a strain on Morgan’s relationship with her own parents, she stuck by Embry’s side, always supportive and never questioning. When they started applying to law schools at the same time, Morgan convinced Embry to finally come home so they could experience it together. Embry had never believed they would be so lucky to get accepted to Whitman together, so when she got her admission letter, she planned her move immediately.<br />
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Morgan’s voice broke through her thoughts again. “Earth to Embry! Did you hear a word I just said?”<br />
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“What? No, sorry,” she answered.<br />
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“Where were you just now?” Morgan asked, tilting her head and shooting Embry a curious glance.<br />
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“I was just thinking about being back home,” she said, shrugging.<br />
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Morgan bounced up and down. “Oh my God, I know! Can you believe we’re really doing this? Morgan and Bree back together again! And in law school!” She grabbed Embry’s arm and pulled her up out of the seat. “Come on, I wanna catch the next campus tour.”<br />
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Embry gave Morgan a big smile, trying to match her enthusiasm. “Okay, okay, let’s go.”<br />
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The girls exited the auditorium into the bright summer sun. Embry rummaged around in her purse for her sunglasses, and her fingers brushed the hard edge of an envelope. She dragged Morgan to a stop.<br />
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“Hey, I totally forgot I have to run to student services.” She pulled the envelope from her purse. “Something to do with my tuition. You okay to do the tour yourself?”<br />
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Morgan huffed sarcastically then gave Embry a bright smile. “I’ll be fine. You know I make friends wherever I go!”<br />
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Embry chuckled. “Okay, I’ll catch you later.”<br />
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She made her way to the law school’s building and walked through the rear door. She hadn’t been through that entrance yet and found herself disoriented as she navigated the long, empty hallways. She turned a corner and stopped to take in her surroundings. She realized she had been walking in a circle about the same time something crashed into her, spinning her around. Before she could get her bearings, she felt a large, warm hand on her arm.<br />
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“Sorry about that.”<br />
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Embry looked up at the owner of the deep, raspy voice and into a pair of the bluest eyes she’d ever seen. He was beautiful—dark, perfectly mussed hair, straight nose, square, chiseled jaw, full lips—and she could have lost herself in those eyes for days. “I–um…” Struck speechless by his good looks and the warmth of his touch, she nodded and tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear.<br />
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“Are you okay?” he asked, his brow furrowed.<br />
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“Yeah. Yes, I’m fine,” she forced out, nodding again. Stop nodding, Embry!<br />
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“You sure?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.<br />
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“I’m good, thanks.”<br />
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He quirked his head to the side, studying her. His face twisted into something just short of … pain? He looked perplexed and frustrated. Embry watched him shake his head slightly, as if trying to clear the emotions playing across his face. He slowly dragged his thumb across her skin before he removed his hand from her arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in its wake.<br />
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“Sorry again,” he said with a sheepish grin, and just like that he was gone. He turned and walked away as though they hadn’t just collided and had the most intense moment.<br />
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Their entire exchange couldn’t have lasted more than a minute, but Embry felt it in every fiber of her being. Shaken by her run-in with the mysterious stranger, she retraced her steps until she found the atrium. The large, open room was filled with sunlight streaming in from the sky-lit ceiling. Tables and chairs, filled with new students laughing and talking, were scattered around the big space. The walls were covered with pictures of Supreme Court justices and esteemed faculty members, and at the end was the student services office. She made her way into the office, and as she waited for her advisor, she couldn’t help but think about those bright blue eyes.</span></div>
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“I’m sorry to take you away from your orientation activities,” her student affairs advisor said as she flipped through a folder full of papers.<br />
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Embry sat with her hands in her lap, glancing around the office as she waited.<br />
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“But I’m glad you’re here. There was a problem regarding your tuition that I wanted to resolve as soon as possible.”<br />
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Embry had dealt with that multiple times in college. Loans and scholarships were paid out late all the time. “Was my scholarship not disbursed yet?”<br />
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The woman paused her paper shuffling and glanced at Embry before shifting her attention back to the pile. “No, no, your scholarship came through,” she answered. “Ah, here it is.” She pulled a piece of paper out of the pile and handed it to Embry. “It appears that maybe you were misinformed about the amount that the scholarship would cover.”<br />
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Embry stared at the paper and felt as if the ground had been swept out from beneath her. She was free-falling, and panic took over as she looked at the amount of the scholarship. It was ten thousand dollars short for the year.<br />
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“But, I–” Embry tried and failed to get out the words. She looked down again, hoping maybe she had read the numbers wrong. No, her scholarship didn’t cover her full tuition. How could she have missed that? She was positive that the award letter said her tuition was completely covered. She handed the paper back to her advisor, hands shaking. As she looked into the woman’s eyes, the pity she saw made Embry feel that much worse.<br />
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“I can see that this is a shock to you.” Her advisor reached for another stack of papers and handed it to Embry. “I’ve compiled the financial aid application, if you’re interested. I’m not sure if they’ll be able to disburse funds in time to cover the remaining tuition bill, but at least, if awarded, the aid check will reimburse you.”<br />
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Embry nodded numbly.<br />
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“The good news is, for students who weren’t awarded full scholarships at the outset, Whitman offers merit-based scholarships during the second and third years to those who maintain academic excellence.” The woman smiled, her voice rising an octave as if that would somehow make it easier on Embry. “So just keep up those grades, and you never know!”<br />
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Great. No pressure. Embry knew she would be sick if she didn’t get out of that office. Thanking her advisor, she tucked the financial aid packet in her purse and hurried out.<br />
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Embry walked through the crowded atrium, her head spinning. She crunched the numbers again and again but came up with the same answer. Ten thousand dollars to cover tuition for the year. She had that in savings, plus a bit more, but that was supposed to go to her rent. And what about money for groceries, bills? She would be forced to shell out all of the money up front, and financial aid was never a guarantee. She took her pity party to one of the empty tables and sat down to look through the packet her advisor had given her.<br />
<br />
A large iced coffee was placed in front of her as Morgan sat down beside her. “Looked like you could use this. I saw you pouting from across the atrium.”<br />
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Pouting was a mild term compared to the major meltdown going on in Embry’s head. “Thanks, M.”<br />
<br />
“That’s what best friends are for. Now tell me what’s wrong.”<br />
<br />
Embry filled her in on the meeting with her advisor. She skated over the finer details, like the fact that she wouldn’t have money for rent. Morgan’s family owned Embry’s apartment, and the last thing she wanted was their charity.<br />
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But Morgan, being Morgan, picked up on it right away. “What aren’t you telling me? You have money saved to cover the tuition, right?”<br />
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“I have money saved...” Embry trailed off.<br />
<br />
“But it was for your rent,” Morgan said, putting the pieces together.<br />
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Embry nodded, humiliated.<br />
<br />
“Embry, my parents don’t need the money. The only reason you’re paying rent is because you insisted.”<br />
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“I know, but I just don’t feel right doing it any other way.”<br />
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“What about your parents? Can they help?”<br />
<br />
The thought had crossed Embry’s mind, but she’d dismissed it as quickly as it came. “I can’t ask them. Not after leaving like I did, with no explanation. I know they love me and I’m sure they’d help if they could, but I just don’t feel right asking. I’ll look around town to see if I can pick up a bartending job somewhere. Besides”—she held up the papers—“there’s always financial aid.”<br />
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“Stubborn,” Morgan scolded.<br />
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“Spoiled,” she shot back with a grin.<br />
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The girls talked until it was time to head to their classes. They hadn’t been able to talk their way into the same section, so they had completely different schedules.<br />
<br />
“Criminal law?” Embry asked Morgan as they walked out of the atrium.<br />
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Morgan nodded. “Professor Charles.”<br />
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“Gasp! I heard he’s a nightmare. Good luck. I’ve got contracts with Coleman.”<br />
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Morgan shrugged. “I’m pretty sure she learned the art of torturing first years from Charles himself.”<br />
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“Sounds like we’re both in for some fun then!” Embry said with fake enthusiasm. She turned down the hallway leading away from Morgan.<br />
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“Good luuuuuck,” her friend called.</span></div>
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Embry walked into the classroom and stood in the back, getting her bearings. Rows of stadium seating lay before her, and she watched students mill around. She wandered down the stairs and chose a seat toward the middle of the classroom. As she pulled out her computer, someone slid into the seat next to her.<br />
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“This seat taken?”<br />
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Embry looked up into a handsome face and a pair of chestnut-colored eyes. They had nothing on the sexy guy from the hallway, but he definitely wasn’t lacking in the looks department. What has gotten into you, Embry? It had been a while but not that long. She hadn’t been in a relationship in five years, not since him, but that hadn’t stopped her from having fun. Law school was different, though. She didn’t want any distractions: no guys, no sex, no drama. At the rate hot guys were popping up, though, she’d fail out by the end of the week.<br />
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“Nope, all yours,” she answered, busying herself with her computer.<br />
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“Cool, thanks. I’m Jeremy.” He gave her a half wave.<br />
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“Embry.”<br />
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“So what’s your story, Blondie?” he asked, reaching out to twirl a piece of her golden hair between his fingers.<br />
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“What?” Her head snapped up and she tugged her hair out of his grasp.<br />
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“You know, your story. Where are you from, what did you go to school for... the usual.”<br />
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She pointed at herself. “Embry. Not Blondie.”<br />
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He raised his hands in surrender. “Okay, sorry. I like nicknames. You’re a little uptight, aren’t you?”<br />
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“What’s that supposed to mean?” she asked, losing her cool.<br />
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“I could help you loosen up a bit, you know.” He winked.<br />
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Winked! The guy was hot—she had to admit that—but was he serious? “Are you serious?”<br />
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“Only if you say yes.”<br />
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She had no words. She rolled her eyes and went back to her computer.<br />
<br />
He didn’t leave her alone for long. “I got your mind off your first-day jitters though, didn’t I?”<br />
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All she could do was stare at him. Who is this guy?<br />
<br />
“I did, didn’t I?” He nudged her arm.<br />
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She finally let her guard down and laughed. “Yes, yes, you did, okay? Happy?”<br />
<br />
“Not until you go out with me.”<br />
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“Not happening.”<br />
<br />
“Really?”<br />
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“Really,” she deadpanned.<br />
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“You sure?” he asked, wiggling his eyebrows.<br />
<br />
“Positive.”<br />
<br />
“Friends?” he said.<br />
<br />
She glared at him.<br />
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He tilted his head, widened his eyes, and pouted, giving her what she was sure was his best puppy-dog face. “Come on, we got the sex out of the way. Now we can keep it strictly platonic.”<br />
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Her eyes nearly popped out of her head. “Sex? What sex? There will be no sex!” A few curious gazes settled on Embry. She said that louder than she meant to. She should have been aggravated, but for some reason, Jeremy was making her laugh. And he was right; her first-day jitters were history.<br />
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“It’s out of the way. I hit on you, you friend-zoned me, so we’re all good. It’s platonic now.”<br />
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“Okaaay,” she said reluctantly.<br />
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“That is, until you realize how ridiculously attractive I am and regret your decision. I can’t promise I’ll wait for you, though.”<br />
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She rolled her eyes again. “You’re unbelievable.”<br />
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“Believe it, baby.”<br />
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“Embry,” she stated, pointing toward her chest again.<br />
<br />
“Embry-baby.”<br />
<br />
“Just Embry.”<br />
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“We’ll work on it, Blondie.” He winked again.<br />
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He was infuriating, but she couldn’t fight the smile tipping her lips. “Friends,” she agreed. And that was that.<br />
<br />
“So, you hear anything about Professor Coleman?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Nothing good.”<br />
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He nodded as he tapped his pen on the desk. “You know, after that Oscar-worthy performance by the dean, I’m starting to think this is all just a big setup to make us go running for the hills.”<br />
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“Yeah, I thought he was laying it on a bit thick,” she said, searching her bag for her textbook.<br />
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“I’m pretty sure it’s all a big act. It can’t be that bad,” Jeremy said.<br />
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“Let’s hope….” Embry’s sentence trailed off as the room went silent.<br />
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Students craned their necks toward the door to catch a glimpse of the professor. After the rumors she’d heard, Embry expected someone a bit more intimidating. Instead, Professor Coleman was a petite woman, about mid-forties, with librarian glasses, shoulder-length brown hair, and a stylish skirt suit. She glided up to the podium, put down a stack of papers, and headed to the whiteboard.<br />
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“I’m Professor Coleman.” The dry erase marker squeaked across the board. “I’ll be your contracts professor. This is my contact information. My door is always open during office hours, so feel free to stop in. We’re going to go over the syllabus and class objectives today. Then I’ll tell you a bit about myself and send you on your way, so you can all let out that breath you’ve been holding.”<br />
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The entire class breathed an audible sigh of relief as they realized Professor Coleman was not going to torture them on their first day.<br />
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At the end of class, Embry packed up and felt Jeremy’s eyes on her.<br />
<br />
“So really, where are you from? What did you study?” he asked.<br />
<br />
“Oh. Um, well, I’m from here. I did my undergrad at the University of Florida. Studied political science. What about you?”<br />
<br />
He smiled as he gathered his things. “I’m from Rochester. My dad owns a law firm back home and one in the city. I’m going into the family business, so law school was the next logical step. I went to Syracuse.”<br />
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Before Embry could ask Jeremy about his father’s firm, Professor Coleman gave a late announcement. “Oh, before I forget. I’m looking for a research assistant for the year. If any of you are interested, come and see me.”<br />
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Embry’s ears perked up. The research assistant position would be the perfect solution to her problem. She could make the money she needed and still focus on law. All she had to do was impress the professor. “I’m going to go check that out.”<br />
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Jeremy raised an eyebrow. “Apply at your own risk. I hear she can be pretty tough.”<br />
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“Thanks for the warning.” She waved good-bye and made her way to the front of the room.</span></div>
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Embry walked out of the classroom in a far better mood than when she had entered it. Professor Coleman seemed nice, and Embry had a good feeling about her chances of getting the position. She was actually excited for the semester to officially start. She fished her phone out of her purse to text Morgan, and when she glanced up, she froze.<br />
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Walking toward her was the sexy stranger. He was farther away, and she had time to take in his beauty. He was tall, well over six feet, and wore a tight gray V-neck shirt and faded jeans. His dark hair set off those blue eyes, framed by long lashes. Gorgeous. He was carrying a box, and it must have been heavy because his muscles strained against his T-shirt and Embry couldn’t look away. When she finally dragged her eyes from his biceps, she found his baby blues searching hers. He held her gaze as he walked toward her, causing her cheeks to flush under the intensity of his stare. As he drew nearer, she noticed his lips twisting into an amused smirk.<br />
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“We have to stop meeting like this,” he joked, stopping in front of her.<br />
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She was momentarily stunned but recovered quickly. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were following me.”<br />
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“Maybe I am,” he said, and then he smiled. Not a polite smile shared with a stranger, but a real smile. A gorgeous smile. An all-out, eyes-crinkling, dimples-popping, panty-dropping smile.<br />
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Something stirred inside of Embry. Her knees loosened, heat crept up her neck, and a swarm of butterflies took up residence in her stomach. Before she had time to acknowledge her reaction, he turned and walked away again. Sauntered, really. As she studied his backside, she realized she was in big trouble.</span></div>
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I know what you're thinking. “You were such a jerk, Nick!” Believe me, I know I screwed up the best thing I had going in my life, but that was kind of my thing. I’d learned how to run cons before I could even form complete sentences, and I'd always been selfish. But I changed. Lila forgave me, my brother and I were getting along, and I was trying to make a name for myself in the music world.<br />
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At least that was what I was trying to do when I negotiated my way into the recording studio with pop superstar Sadie Sinclair. I thought it would be a piece of cake—charm my way into her heart and into her record label's good graces.<br />
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Just when I thought I had it all figured out, I got mixed up in a web of lies, manipulation, and deception. A web that had me questioning my motives and desires altogether.<br />
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<i>Was the fame and fortune really worth the price?</i><br />
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“Tell me again how you plan on pulling this off?” Lila asked as she sat down on the edge of my bed. I had called her first thing that morning to tell her that I was heading to Los Angeles to produce Sadie's album, and within the hour she was knocking on my front door to offer her insight and suggest what was and wasn't acceptable Hollywood attire.<br />
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“Same way I pull everything off,” I answered quickly.<br />
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“I don't think making her fall in love with you is going to work this time, Nick.”<br />
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“Seriously?” I smirked. “Now you're doubting my abilities with women?”<br />
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“Not women in general. Just this one.”<br />
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“She's no different than the rest, Rae.”<br />
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“Yes she is,” she disagreed.<br />
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“How?”<br />
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“Well, for starters, she's like the most famous person on the planet. You're not going to be able to make her fall for your charms, record the songs you want her to, and then just bolt when it's over. She'll run your name through the mud and people will listen. So it will have all been for nothing if you can never get another job.”<br />
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“What makes you think I'm going to bolt? We might actually fall in love.”<br />
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“Are you capable of that?”<i></i><br />
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<i>Ouch. That hurt.</i><br />
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“I'm just saying that you might want to consider convincing her in a way that makes her not think she has a future with you. Nothing is worse than a scorned woman, Nick. Look at how Brynn took it. She told everyone that would listen how big of an asshole you were. It's a wonder you made it through graduation without being murdered.”<br />
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Brynn was a mistake. She had run a couple cons with me a few years ago when Lila went and fell in love with my brother. I should have known better than to sleep with her, but dammit she was good looking. Not to mention a hellcat in the sack. I had needs. Sue me. It wasn't my fault that she hadn’t understood our arrangement. Run cons and have sex. I never said anything about a relationship.<br />
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“I have other ways of making women bend to my will,” I said, trying to convince Lila.<br />
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“Do you?” She laughed, obviously not buying it. “Don't get me wrong, Nick. You’re a good guy, deep down, but you know as well as I do that every single scam we ever ran was based on one thing. She's gotta be different if you want to turn this chance into a career. You break her heart and you're as good as done in that world.”<br />
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“Celebrities date and break up all the time.”<br />
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“You're not a celebrity.” She shook her head. “I mean, you're kind of known, but...”<br />
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“Are you here to give me a pep talk or completely kick me in the nuts? Jesus,” I sighed.<br />
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“You know what I mean,” she smiled. “She's more well known. People will take her side. Believe me. I've read enough gossip magazines to know what happens to the guy who dumps America's Sweetheart. Have you seen Kevin Federline lately?”<br />
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“I don't even know who that is, Rae.”<br />
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Her eyes went wide and hands went up as if she'd proven her point. “Exactly.”<br />
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When I'm not writing or playing the part of wife and mother, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand. Here's the thing about being born and raised in a small town—you have a very vivid imagination! Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!<br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> Maddie life has always been hard. With an absent father and a mother who is beyond help. She's all on her own.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> When her mother carks it, she has no money, and some jerk with bad breath is always hovering around her to take advantage. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> So she goes to the one person who owes her a favour - her father. He's the president of the MC Outlaws. That's a motorcycle club. She's never really been into that shit, but she doesn't have a choice. And surprisingly, she's going to come to rely on the Outlaws more than she ever expected. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;"> She should run, she should stay as far away from her past as she can, but instead, she keep running to that sexy biker, Cole.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby," he murmurs, holding firm to my upper arms. "Don't screw me around."</span></div>
<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Squirming, I glare at him boldly. "I'm not screwing you around, Cole. You should know I'm not like that."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Yes you are. You've been mind fuckin' me from the moment you walked into this joint. Don't go acting all innocent and shit. You know exactly what you've been doing."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Is that how you think of me?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">The leather of his jacket creaks as he leans in close to speak into my ear. So close that I can feel his lips as they brush against my lobe as he whispers. "That's exactly how I think."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then call me a prick tease and fuck off. I don't want your dick anywhere near me."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Chuckling, he shakes his head slowly. "Push me away all you want. But you're mine and you know it. You were mine the moment I saw you. I know you Maddie. You don't think anyone can know you. But I do."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"You don't know shit," I grumble, placing my hands on his chest in a bid to push him away. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Baby," he warns, overpowering me as he moves to slide his arms around my waist, pulling me, roughly, up against him. "No more pushing me away, baby." His voice drops to a sexy murmur as his hands slide down to grip my arse. "No more screwing around."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I try to keep my wits about me. I don't need this. I don't need him. Even if he is super fucking hot. "I'm not interested in you, Cole!" </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Then why are you panting like a fucking bitch in heat?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">I pull my head back, an unimpressed look upon my face - that comment just made it easier for me to say no. </span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"A Bitch in heat? Is that how you get chicks to drop their panties?"</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">Gripping my arse a little tighter, he looks into my eyes, grinning that ridiculously sexy grin of his. "I actually like to let my tongue do the convincing."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Of course you do, and then you fuck them senseless. I've heard them screaming at night," I bite out, sarcastically.</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Babe, I think it's time you let my tongue convince you."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">My fingers gently brush the leather of his jacket as the image of him between my legs fills my mind. I shake it off. "In your dreams buddy."</span><br />
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<span style="color: black; font-family: 'Comic Sans MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;">"Every night since I met you, baby. Every fucking night." </span><br />
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