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From NYT & USA Today bestselling author comes a new Bleeding Stars stand-alone novel… She is his strength and he is her weakness. And this time he won’t let her go.   Edie Evans is gorgeous. Sexy. Kind. She’s also the definition of off-limits. But that didn't stop me from sneaking into her room to comfort her at night. But guys like me? We destroy everything, so it should have been no surprise when I destroyed us, too. The night I sent her running, I thought I’d never see her again. Until I saw her standing like a vision in the crowd.   Austin Stone is dangerous. Alluring. Tempting. He broke my heart and I refused to give him the chance to do it again. It’s been years since I’ve seen him, and now I can’t do anything but stare at the gorgeous, tattooed man playing onstage. I should run. I know I should. But like a fool, I run straight back to him. Our desire is overpowering. Our need unrelenting. She is my hope. He is my weakness. We should have known a passion this intense would burn us right into the ground.    

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"Meaningful. Mesmerizing. Magnificent...5 but should be 10 beautiful, broken, brilliant, and imperfectly perfect stars .” Karen, Bookalicious Babes Blog

"A beautifully written story about broken hearts and unshakable longing, about second chances and third chances and a whispered hope for a happily ever after. Intensely felt on every level, Edie and Austin’s story will own you." Vilma, Vilma’s Book Blog

“Beautiful. Sexy. Dripping with tenderness. I felt the emotion in this story all the way to my toes.” Mia Sheridan, NYT Bestselling Author

“6 Stars - ‪Wait is equally devastating and beautiful! A.L. Jackson has a way of pouring words onto a page that makes you crave every piece of a story.” Molly McAdams, NYT Bestselling Author       “Shit,” I hissed, bracing myself against the spray of the icy shards pelting from the shower head. I sucked in a breath, released it between clenched teeth, and forced myself fully under it. Head dropped and chest heaving as rivers of ice-cold water slicked down my shoulders and back. But it did nothing to lessen the need. Gave me no sanity or pacification. Because all I could think about was the girl on the other side of the door. My girl. In my bed. Wearing just her panties and my shirt. An angel I wanted to dirty. I always had. Love was messy like that. All of my restraint scattered. I gripped my cock. Squeezed the base. My mouth dropped open at the pressure of my hand against my rigid length. A fool thinking it might be enough. Shit. God, I was a bastard, but there was nothing I could do before I was giving in, leaning forward and bracketing my forearm above my head to hold my weight. Water pounded down on my head and back while I pounded my fist against my dick. Trying to keep silent when all I wanted was to moan, teeth digging into my bottom lip as I pictured the girl spread out for me. My breaths were coming short. Panted and hard. I gave into imagining the sounds she would make when I finally got to bury myself in her body. A soft, soft gasp. I slowed, trying to convince myself that throaty sound was all in my mind. Just another part of this fantasy. Until I heard the small thump against the wall. Shit. I mashed my eyes closed, like it might hide me. Conceal the depravity of my actions after I’d just been comforting her hours before. Heart thrashing, I turned and moved far enough to peek out the small section where the fabric shower curtain hadn’t been drawn fully closed. It was just a little sliver that left me exposed. But it was enough. When I peered out, I was looking right at my girl pressed up against the wall. She stared right back at me. And I wanted to be horrified, my mind scrambling to conjure every weak apology I could summon. Ready to fucking grovel to keep her from turning and running once again. Because that’s exactly what I expected her to do. But her expression…her expression clutched me in the center of the chest and sent what little brain function I had left stampeding south. Red, lush lips were parted, her hand pressed to her hollow of her throat, pupils dilated so big that her hooded, cerulean eyes appeared black. Needy breaths were coming at me from that sweet mouth like a goddamned freight train. Desire swelled in the confines of the too-tight room. Alive. She pressed deeper into the wall as if it might support her weakened knees. Head rocked back. Thighs squeezing together. Motherfuck. My hand shot to the shower wall to steady myself. “Warning you, Edie, you need to get out of here. Right now.”           a Rafflecopter giveaway  

  A.L. Jackson is the New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author of contemporary romance. She writes emotional, sexy, heart-filled stories about boys who usually like to be a little bit bad. Her bestselling series include THE REGRET SERIES, CLOSER TO YOU, as well as the newest BLEEDING STARS novels. Watch for the next installments, WAIT and STAY, coming in 2016. If she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out by the pool with her family, sipping cocktails with her friends, or of course with her nose buried in a book. Be sure not to miss new releases and sales from A.L. Jackson - Sign up to receive her newsletter http://bit.ly/NewsFromALJackson or text “jackson” to 96000 to receive short but sweet updates on all the important news.

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Title: Strength: Claire’s Spiral

Series: Spiralling Ink #2

Author:Karen Raines

Release Date: August 22, 2016

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“Use those feelings Claire, channel that fear and anger into something positive.” He swept his gaze over my face and looked me straight in the eye. “You’re not a victim, not any more. It’s time to take control and fight back. Not just physically,” he tapped at my temple. “Up here.” His hand glided down my neck and settled over my pounding heart. “And here. Anything is possible.”

Pain. Broken. Fear. They took it all... my body, my soul, my strength... My Matty. I was floating through this life, my face an endless smile for my loved ones so they wouldn’t know the emptiness inside, the coldness that stayed with me. Then the numb faded, I broke from the devil whispering in my ear. I was awake, alert, ready to find my strength. But I wasn’t expecting him... Heat. Desire. Need. My name is Claire - and this is my Spiral. Warning: This book contains explicit sex scenes, graphic language and is intended for mature audiences.

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I’ve lived in a small town my entire life.  At eighteen, I don’t have a whole lot of life experience, and all I really have time for is my job.  I’ve heard of the Brimstone Kings MC, but I’d never seen them until a group of them shows up at the diner where I work.  That’s the day I met Ace.

Just his name sends shivers up my spine.  That man is sex on a stick.  But he’s a man.  I’ve only ever been around boys.  I don’t know if I’m ready for the kind of life that comes with a man like Ace, but he isn’t giving me much choice.

Ace

Shit, she is fucking beautiful.  When I first laid eyes on her, I didn’t think there was a chance in hell she was legal.  The minute I found out she was eighteen, it was game on.  I will make her mine, if it’s the last thing I do.

Getting her to be mine proves to be harder than I thought though.  I need to prove to her that I am the man for her.  That I can take care of her.  That I won’t hurt her.  This woman is stubborn as hell, but I’m determined to make her see what it feels like to be with a real man.

Waking up groaning, I feel a pair of lips sucking my cock. Nice way to wake up.

I pry my eyes open looking down to see Porsche licking and sucking the tip of my dick. Porsche looks up and smiles, “Good morning Ace.”

I give her a lazy grin and moan, “This is nice, waking up having my dick sucked; every man’s dream.”

Porsche hums around my cock; I feel the tingle down my spine straight to my balls. I grab her head and give a couple of slow strokes, going as far as I can go. She gags but takes me in like a pro.

That is what I like about Porsche; she takes whatever I give her with no arguments. I look down at her bobbing up and down on my cock and she gives me the look that I know she wants, my cum down her throat.

“I’m going to cum Porsche, are you ready?” She sucks harder, and I moan letting go giving her all I got.

Porsche swallows every drop. Looking at the clock beside the bed I see it's eight twenty-five. Shit, I am supposed to meet the guys at the diner.

She makes her way up my body to give me a kiss, but I get up before she can deliver. “Sorry Babe, but I got to go; the guys are waiting for me.”

She gives me a little pout, “Baby, are you sure you want to go, I am sure you can have breakfast here.” She spreads her legs showing me her shaven pussy like it’s a buffet.

“Can’t babe, I got to go.”

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Title: Keagan

Series: This Is Our Life #2

Author: F.G. Adams

Genre: Contemporary Romance

 Release Date: August 25, 2016

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A powerful storm brews between Them…

Keagan Fontneau gave up on life after returning wounded from his last tour of duty

Jocelyn Blackwood only exists to protect those who can’t help themselves

He left Lakeview on a mission

She ran from the haunting memories

He remembers her smile

She never forgot him

He’s in business with danger

She’s in the wrong place at the right time

He’ll stop at nothing to keep her safe

She’ll resist him at every turn

His nightmares won’t end

Her pain understands

He craves a future with her

She despises a past without those she loved

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She needs him

Thunder rumbles in His fractured Soul

She believes Lightening Strikes only once…until him

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Will the Tempest’s path of destruction shred their fragile bond?

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She stops talking to her friend lost in her own thoughts. Her pert little nose scrunches in deep concentration. She leans back on the stool and carefully brushes her hair from her cheek hooking it behind her ear. She searches the room as if she can feel my eyes boring into her soul, needing her to know who I am. Our gazes collide and like a vortex in the center of a tornado, my tunnel vision zooms in on her. There’s no one else but us. A familiar ache surfaces, one I thought I had outgrew long ago.

For a split second something in her stare, maybe the slight flicker of awareness or her deep intake of air, but I think she recognizes me. The moment ends when her friend snaps her fingers drawing her away from me and back into the conversation.

“M’aingeal…”

“What the hell are you saying now?” Gunner interrupts my drifting thoughts.

I’ve forgotten where I’m at. She’s done that to me before.

“Nothing, man.”

“What does magel mean? C’mon, dude. I need to know.”

“You’re butchering my language. It’s M’aingeal. You pronounce it ‘Mayn-gel’.” I snicker, “Maw’s Irish Catholic and Pop is Cajun. Let’s just say growing up in my house was a never boring.”

“You’re full of surprises.”

“Hoo-ha you have no idea, mec. My little bro is a natural born hellion. Tell him the sky is blue and he’ll argue that’s it’s not just blue but white, grey and black. Any other color he can think of. Pop says he’s got too much of maw’s Irish side in him. I won’t disagree out loud or she would box my ears good.”

“Damn, I’d forgotten all about those times my grams boxed mine. Geez. Feels like another life ago. She was strict. Never let me sit down at the table without my hands washed and shirt tucked in. She even made me say ‘Grace’ before eating. I miss that woman.”

“Funny the little things that bring you ‘round.”

“Ain’t that the truth. Is that why your ears look so funny? You’re mom’s wrath? They stick out like dumbo,” he jokes and takes a swig of his beer.

We are both laughing releasing some of the tension that’s circled us, since we left Perry. Maybe he is salvageable. Maybe he can help us find the missing pieces after all. We abruptly stop laughing when Gunner slaps my shoulder and nudges his chin upwards. That’s when I see her. I look into her eyes and wonder why she doesn’t know me. Have I changed so much that she can’t see me. C'est la vie.

“Can we join you, si?” the beauty standing before Gunner asks him.

I can’t take my eyes off Jocelyn. She’s making me want something I was sure I had lost overseas.

“Well...I…,” Gunner stutters and shoves me again.

He’s such a douche bag.

I glance at him and sigh. “Pull up a chair, ladies. We’re just enjoying the wonderful Florida weather that’s brought us all here. Can we get you something? I’m sure the selection isn’t what you’re normally use to, but I’m sure there’s something we can find that you might want on the menu,” I wink.

They share a smile and a faint tinge of pink appears across Jocelyn’s cheeks as she makes her way to one of the vacant chairs. She sits down in the one closest to me. Placing her elbows on the tabletop and her chin between her hands, she leans inward. Fuckery! The up close view I have of her sends shockwaves through my system. My memory didn’t do her justice, and this near, the sprinkle of angel’s dust along the top of her nose and cheeks has me fighting the urge to touch her. I’m snapped out of my lust filled moment when Kendall approaches our table.

“Hey girls. I see you found…”

“Crash, name’s Crash and this is Gunner,” I say nodding in his direction.

Kendall frowns at me and I plead with my eyes for her not to say anything else. A disapproving look follows but she doesn’t correct me.

“Buenos notches, amigos. I’m Katrina and this is my friend, Jocelyn.”

“Hi,” Jocelyn quietly says.

“So, does anybody need a refill?” Kendall inquires.

“Mojito, please.”

“I think I’ll have another rum and coke.”

“I’ll have another beer,” I say and Gunner seconds my order.

“I’ll go grab these and be back in a jiffy.”

Kendall wanders off stopping a few times to talk at tables on her way to where Grady is manning the bar. He leans over when she motions him downward and covers his ear. He looks at me and then back down at her, intently listening to what she’s saying. He shrugs his shoulders and says something back. Apparently she’s not happy with him, because she turns and walks into the kitchen area without a backwards glance. I wait for him to head over but instead he looks at me smiling. What the hell did she say to him?

She’s probably pissed thinking I’m going to hurt her new friend. If she only knew the history behind my decision to remain anonymous. She would be chasing her away from me. The baggage I carry is for only me and I don’t want to share it with anyone, especially Jocelyn. She’s too good, too innocent, to be able to understand what drives me now. I’m not the same guy she knew in high school, carefree and happy. I haven’t been that way since reality set in.

Back before I left on my last tour of duty, I wouldn’t have given my actions a second thought. I can only imagine scooping her up in my arms, feeling her body against mine, and holding her close. Not letting her place a foot on the ground. I would hold her until I had my fill and only then would I let her out of my sight. I’m so messed up.

Gunner’s goofy grin has me focusing on the convo. He’s got his chin propped on his hand staring at the ladies. I follow his stare making sure he’s not ogling Jocelyn. I will knock his ass to the Georgia/Florida line, if he tries flirting with her in front of me. The thought of her with someone else sends waves of anger flooding my brain.

I relax my posture when it registers that he’s watching her friend like a love sick puppy dog. Wimp.

“Si. I’m serious. We were drenched from the pouring rain. Jo’s hair kinked even curlier than normal when the cool air conditioning hit it, as if that’s even possible, with the corkscrews she’s got.”

“Geez Rina. Thanks for the visual.”

“Well you looked like you had stuck your finger in a light socket,” she stutters and busts out laughing over her own joke.

“I wasn’t the only one. You were sporting kinky ringlets from the eighteenth century, too.”

“My hair isn’t as thick. Yours is so thick. So juicy, niña,” she giggles eyeing the man beside her.

“Here you go, folks. Drinks for everyone,” Kendall says and hands a tallboy to me.

“Any news on the roads clearing?”

“Sheriff radioed and they are working on securing Route 441 near twin lakes. He’s talking to Grady about using sandbags in some places. We’re close to the dam and possible flooding is always a worry.”

“Sand bags? Shit. Why me?”

“Honey child, you think sandbags are a bad thing, you ain’t got a clue,” Kendall answers and spins away.

“I guess the weather’s going to get worse, huh?”

“Maybe. Maybe not. You never know with hurricanes. Some are as fickle as women. One minute she’s moving directly for you, you blink, and she’s gone. You never know what direction, she’ll go.”

“Hmph. You use ‘she’ like she’s a real living breathing person.” Jocelyn says while sipping her drink.

“Well it is Mother Nature we’re talking about here.”

“Pleeeeeeease. Men can be fickle, too.”

“We can, can we?”

She leans in close to me, licks her lips, and whispers in a low sultry tone, “They always seem to want more than what they can handle. I’m sure you know my meaning, Crash. How boys will be boys and boys like their toys and stuff. Well that goes for older boys, too, sugar plum. Seems like a never ending battle for y’all to always want to play with fire.”

I position myself even closer to her and reply for her ears only, “Oh but darlin’, I’ll let you in on a little secret...for the right woman, I want to burn.”

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F.G. Adams writes contemporary and paranormal romance about sexy alpha heroes and feisty-mouthed heroines. The wonder twin sisters forming F.G. enjoy a healthy obsession of reading that started at a young age. Their books reflect an avid imagination that was cultivated by their grandmother who taught them the mind has no limits and to use both hands when reaching for the stars. Partners in writing, they both thrive on creating unique storylines for you, the reader to enjoy.

When not writing, you can find them on a beach with their significant other enjoying the waves or riding a Harley on a country road somewhere in the USA.

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RELEASE BLITZ: Finding Rachel by HJ Harley

Finding Rachel

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Rachel Fallon is gone. With everything changing at a pace she can't control, she isn't sure whose life she's living anymore. Is this the life she wants or the life everybody else wants for her? When Rachel decides to leave her fiance, Tyler, and best friend, Jordie, behind, the journey to rediscovering herself takes her places that she never expected. It also leads her to meet someone who could be everything she wants. Her choices aren't easy ones and will bring her laughs, tears and heartbreak regardless of what she decides. All that matters is she's finally Finding Rachel.

The driver got out to greet me.

"Miss Fallon." He nodded his head. "I'm Decker ..." he began, but I walked right past him and opened the back door to get in. He waited until I shut it, then climbed back into the driver's seat and looked at me in the rear view mirror.

"As I was saying, I'm Decker. I'll be your driver."

"Great, got it, you're Frank's monkey boy," I snapped at him. "Can you just take me to the hotel or wherever the hell it is I'm staying? Thanks."

He put the truck in drive, but we remained idle. "Okay then. Is there anything you need to get before we go to wherever the hell it is you're staying? Would you like to stop anywhere to pickup lunch?"

I wasn't paying attention to a damn word that man was saying. I was zoned out looking at the picture of Tyler and me. It was my favorite one ...

"Are you high?" Decker asked.

"What? No? Why would you ask me that? Not like it's any of your fucking business if I was," I shot back at him, whipping my sunglasses off my face.

"Great, now that I have your attention, how about you let me know if you need to stop anywhere before getting to your destination. I'll keep it simple for you ... a head nod or some sort of gesture will suffice," he teased.

"I've got a gesture for you," I went back at him. I flipped him off, but down low where I thought he wouldn't see it.

"Ahh, dammit." He gave an exaggerated frown. "Frank bet me twenty bucks you'd give me some inappropriate answer or gesture within the first three minutes of meeting. I bet him you wouldn't. I'm a benefit of the doubt kind of guy. You almost made it. Two minutes and thirty three seconds." He picked up this phone and showed me the stopwatch timer.  

"Just drive, please." I put my glasses on, and a small laugh escaped my lips.

"There we go. See, isn't that better than being a cranky pants?" In the rear view, I could see a hint of playfulness in his eyes. "You're in Miami. It's beautiful."

"Yes, you're one hundred percent correct, so much better. Now go." Again letting out a small laugh. I failed miserably at my attempt to be demanding.

"What's the magic word?"

Holy shit, man. You're like the worst employee of all employees on this planet. Please drive me somewhere besides crazy." I begged.

"There we go. Another milestone. You survived being pleasant." He began to drive off.

              

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