Excerpt Reveal ~~ Mercy

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“We need to keep moving, I don’t have time to explain this over and over to you. I can’t penetrate your naive little brain any more than I have.” His Adam’s apple bobs, and he grips my cuffs, pulling me after him.

“Why do you have to be such an asshole!?” I yank back on the cuffs to get his attention.

Looking over his shoulder, he jabs, “I guess you just bring it out in me, Rookie.”

That stung.

We walk for what seems like forever, and not one car drives by. The moon is high in the sky, and the wind is beginning to blow with a chill that has me shrinking into myself to keep warm.

My emotions are a mess. I don’t know what to accept as truth, and what is a lie. I’m always so sure of everything, until Zeek walked in my life. Now, I know nothing about nothing.

A shiver trembles from my lips causing my teeth to clatter. Zeek looks over his shoulder and stops.

“You cold?”

“I’m fine.”

Ignoring me, he shimmies his leather cut off.

“Here, this will help.”

I shake my head and hold my cuffed hands up.

“No, really I’m fine.” The last thing I want is to wear the insignia of the club that just offed one of my family members.

His face hardens, his eyes narrowing in on me.

He grips my upper arm turning me forcefully, and places the warm leather on my back. The smell of cologne, worn leather, and a hint of mint cocoon me in a blanket of danger. I find it comforting, the lingering scent a warning of adventure and risk. It’s no surprise I crave an adrenaline rush, and Zeek is a non-stop high.

Peering up under my lashes I catch Zeek looking me over hungrily, the look in his eyes anything but earnest. They’re hooded and trailing up and down my body unforgivingly.

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He’s a biker. She’s a Sheriff.

She’s in his world now, even if she doesn’t want to be…

 

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I’m an outlaw. I don’t fall in love and I sure as fuck don’t run… Until Jillian McAdams.

I fell for a law abiding Sheriff, breaking my vows to my own club, and turning her against her family of blue.An outlaw and a sheriff, it can only end in one way… Mayhem.

Now we both have to pay the ultimate price for betraying our families.

I swore to kill my brother, his allegiance sworn to another club, if I ever saw him again.

Yet here I am running to him in hopes to save Jillian’s life…

We both will have to rewrite the rules we know to stay alive.

Even if it means we lose everything we had in doing so…

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M.N. Forgy was raised in Missouri where she still lives with her family. She’s a soccer mom by day and a saucy writer by night. M.N. Forgy started writing at a young age but never took it seriously until years later, as a stay-at-home mom, she opened her laptop and started writing again. As a role model for her children, she felt she couldn’t live with the “what if” anymore and finally took a chance on her character’s story. So, with her glass of wine in hand and a stray Barbie sharing her seat, she continues to create and please her fans.

 

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Cover Reveal – Twisted Fate

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Release Date: March 30, 2016

Cover Design: Pink Ink Designs

Photographer, Front Cover: Eric Battershell Photography

Model, Front Cover: Drew Truckle

Photographer, Back Cover: MH Photography

Model, Back Cover: Rainey Wilson

 

Synopsis

 

One life changing choice…

Three lives.

Two love stories.

The past, the present…

When Piper Evans stumbled into Jack Alexander’s life, he knew things were about to change. Her free spirit and noncommittal attitude left him wanting more. A lot more—he wanted forever. Unfortunately, forever becomes complicated when fate has other plans.

But that was years ago…

Still shattered by guilt, Jack lives his life in agony over the past—never embracing the present. But when Jovie Blake shows up demanding a piece of his heart, the past he thought he’d buried comes crashing down around him, forcing him to confront what he had lost so long ago.

Regret is inevitable, and no one’s heart is safe. Can fate be so twisted and cruel?

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Emery grew up in Southern Arkansas and has lived most of her adult life in Northern Louisiana. She loves real life romance…lots of angst and heartbreak, but always a happy ending. She spends her days working as a Nurse Practitioner in rural health and her nights reading, writing, and occasionally sleeping.

 

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Scarlett and the Feds

Author: S.L. Baker

Title: Scarlett and The Feds

Series: Yes

Genre: Crime Fiction/Romance

Release Date: 3/17/16

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About me: SL Baker grew up in a small New England town but was lured to the coast of North Carolina by the sweet smell of the Azaleas and the beckoning of the ocean and most important no snow or bone chilling temperatures. When not writing she works full time as an account manager and is raising three kids and sometimes can squeeze in running or maybe even sleeping. Writing began as a hobby a late night elixir to relax and blossomed into her debut into erotic romance scene with the first novel of the series Scarlett and the Mobster that blends Sothern charm and innocence with the grit and turbulence of the mob exploding into a combustible mixture that is sure to leave her reader craving more. Her writing style is inspired by the words of a dear friend that writing not only frees the mind but heals the soul. SL is no novice to the literary world having written two novels before both in the medical thriller genre. Her journey into erotic romance has just begun so strap in and enjoy the ride.

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  1. “We still faced a daunting, terrifying opponent, but the odds were not impossible. I felt for a brief second we’d survive this. I had a mobster in my corner.”

 

  1. Scarlett rubbed her hands together in anticipation usually his surprises result with me lying in a marinade of my own juices and Scarlett puffing on a cigar.

 

 

  1. Scarlett was so excited she almost peed. She was going to get the chance to kick some gangster booty tonight. I was terrified. Shit was going to get real. I’m overcome with so many emotions all mixed together it was overwhelming. I was walking into a death trap and the odds of someone not dying tonight was slim. I just prayed it wasn’t Victor, Hawke or me. Scarlett rubbed my shoulder like a manager does to his boxer before he heads back into the ring to get the shit beat out of him. I didn’t want to go into the ring with Joe Salvatore because I would be one lying face down in a pool of my own blood.

 

  1. My body surrendered to the trauma of the last few hours. Luke lay passed out in a pool of his blood with only nine fingers, and I had a target on my back — put there by the Godfather of the East Coast Mob. I collapsed into Victor’s arms; even the smelling salts Scarlett fished out of her purse didn’t work. I drifted between the two worlds of consciousness and un-consciousness.

 

 

  1. Both my inner badass goddess Scarlett and I knew they would vanish in traditional Mob fashion, and no-one would ask any questions.

 

  1. Victor was right. As long as I had that book, we were safe. I knew that Victor’s father didn’t care who he had to torture or kill to get what he wanted. He would protect the scandals and corruption in that book, even if it meant killing his own son in the process.

 

 

  1. Scarlett snatched it and started sniffing to see if she could catch the scent of vodka…she’d even settled for cheap gin at this point. She was disgusted to find out the diet coke was a virgin.

 

  1. My sweet spot knocked my stomach out cold with a right hook and Scarlett did the count-down three-two-one— and then rang the bell. Out. My sweet spot was a raging forest fire as Victor un-hooked my bra and sucked each one of my nipples, his hands still massaging my ass. His fingers sliding under the lace of my panties tormenting my sweet spot. Scarlett whipped out a pair of scissors to cut off my panties. Victor grabbed my hips and pushed me onto his lap, his lips devouring every inch of mine. I could feel my orgasm building fast.

 

  1. He whispered in my ear his warm breath giving me chills. “I love you so much, baby.”

“I love you too,” I whispered.

I got out of the black sedan and headed back to my car, praying my legs wouldn’t give out. I had made a deal with the devil twice today, first Nelson and then the FEDS.

 

 

  1. Victor picked me up his lips savoring mine like fine wine and put me on the leather seat his hands around my waist and he pulled down my jeans thrusting his manliness inside my throbbing sweet spot on verge of collapsing from sheer exhaustion, but so full of want and lust it was out of control. The primal scream that radiated from the vineyard echoed for miles. I collapsed into Victors arm every ounce of my strength stripped from my body.
  2. Victor grabbed my hand and led me back to the master bedroom. I wrestled with begging him to take me right then and there; the thought of an ongoing orgasm was exciting, exhausting and fuckin erotic as hell. I nodded, not sure if I could survive that long. My Sweet spot was begging for a shot of adrenaline, or even IV caffeine at this point. Scarlett was drawing the syringe of her own concoction of Vodka and three energy shots and pure unadulterated sugar and lots of it, with a pinch of chocolate a lethal combo at high doses.

 

  1. My deal with the Feds and walking the tightrope between life and death was swallowing me up. It was suffocating to know there was no easy way out. Scarlett used to only show up in a crisis or when I need a burst of courage, but Scarlett and I were becoming one. Our lives hanging by a thread and every option leads to someone I love getting hurt or even worse. Collateral damage of decisions I’ve made
  2. Victor pulled me into his lap and began kissing me. His tongue marking its territory, my sweet spot was revving faster than the jets engine. He put his hand inside my thigh and began massaging my inner thigh, then disappeared under my skirt. My sweet spot was at fifty thousand feet and climbing and Scarlett had strapped on the parachute she knew this orgasm might blow out the windows. Victor slid his finger in my sweet spot and pulled my breasts out of my blouse and began nibbling each one. I kissed his neck and stacked my claim on his lips my hand undid his belt and slid down his pants. His manliness was ready. Yanking off my panties with one swipe of his hand I straddled him. We both groaned when he thrust his manliness in my sweet spot. Scarlett was reviewing the safety manual on how to open the safety hatch. My orgasm was so intense I thought the oxygen masks would hit us in the head at any second. We orgasm simultaneously and I swear for a second I though the jet lurched downward. I sat in Victor’s arms panting my heart racing. Neither of us spoke. The sound of Scarlett popping the cork of another bottle of bubbly snapped me out of my sex coma.

 

  1. Our kiss was long and passionate our lips and tongues expressing how deep our love really was. When Victor pulled back I was out of breath, but my sweet spot was still building. Fuck this is going be one hell of a ride. The sunset almost took my breath away, Victors kiss still holds that record. His hand slid up my dress and wasted no time sliding off my panties. Victor laying on his stomach his lips and tongue devoured my clit and my back arched and I squirmed in sheer bliss. I hear Scarlett yell Jesus H what a ride as my orgasm smashed into the beach simultaneously. Victor using his tongue licked the sides of my stomach slowly savoring every single inch. My nipple were already craving his lips and the sensation of the ocean breeze and Victors lips made my sweet spot paddled out into the surf for another ride. Victor lips gently kissed my neck as I felt his manliness stake its claim. The moon danced off his tanned amazing ass and as a wave crashed ashore the water just reaching our toes both of us let out a primal scream that possibly set off a few alarm systems along the beach. I was waiting for the goons to descend guns drawn.
  2. My sweet spot was ready for round two with my stomach, but this time my stomach beat the crap out of my sweet spot. Before I was lured by the smells of heaven on a plate, Scarlett walked out of the closet dressed in a dominatrix outfit, ready and tapping the riding crop in her hand. She was ready to spank the devil out of Victor. She had an evil smirk on her face ready for pay back. I pointed back to the closet. She sighed and disappeared inside to sulk.

 

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Release Blitz ~ Missing Summer: The Complete Collection

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Title: Missing Summer: The Complete Collection

Series: Missing Summer (#1-3)

Author: E.N. Hudgins

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Models: Lance Jones & Kim Wrght

Photog: LJ Photography

Genre: Contemporary/New Adult Romance

Release Date: March 29, 2016

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Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around. – “Vanilla Sky”

Time changes people, and in Jared’s case, it’s no different.
High school was a struggle for him, and it was a year of heartache.
He’d already lost more than anyone should have by the age of eighteen.
But when he gets another chance, years later, with the one girl
he has wanted from day one, he can’t get over the past.
Each time she tries to get closer to him, he pushes her further away.

Kollie is a survivor.
She has faced pain and loss in her young life, yet she doesn’t
complain about the hand she was dealt.
Forced to support herself, she finds a job as a nanny with a family in her neighborhood.
Imagine her surprise when the guy she crushed on in high school shows up.
She’d always admired him, but never had the nerve to approach him.
It turns out that he’s her employer’s son, Jared.
That night was the beginning of a romance that pushed their boundaries,
forcing them both to face their demons, no longer able to hide
from a painful past of loss and abuse.
Their whirlwind romance takes place over three consecutive summers.
Join Jared and Kollie as they in turn try to shield one
another from
the pain of past events, while at the same time working to protect one another
from more hurt and loss. While they strive to find and maintain the
connection that continutes to pull them together again and again, summer
after summer, forcing them to realize that what brings them the
greatest happiness of all…is one another.

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When I look up, there she is, standing near the hotel entrance and looking straight at me. She’s wearing a white tank top and cutoff jeans. Her skin is sun kissed and she has a bright smile on her face. She’s easily the most beautiful woman in this hotel. Hell, in this state. I instantly jump up and start walking toward her. As I approach, I see the tears rolling down her cheeks, and then she’s running toward me. When she finally reaches me, she jumps into my arms and holds on tight. My arms encircle her and I hold her as close to me as humanly possible, enveloping her with everything I have. A sob escapes her and she starts laughing, and I can’t help but laugh too. I have missed this girl so much. More than I even realized. But the dreadful fear that this is only temporary fills my stomach. I want to hold on to her forever, and never let her go.  I don’t want her to know what I’m thinking, so I force myself to concentrate on how good it feels to have her back in my arms. “Goddamn, baby I’ve missed you.” I inhale her scent as I hold her close.

“I missed you too.” She says and pulls back, looking up at me. “You’re scruffy.”

“I meant to shave, but I woke a little late.” She makes the scrunched up nose face at me and I can’t help but laugh.

“I kind of like it.”

She touches my face softly before pulling me into her for a kiss. It’s a relief because I was so worried about whether or not she would allow me to kiss her, to hold her, or to tell her how much I love her. The feeling of her lips touching mine is perfect, the moment frozen in time. I never want it to end.  After a while, a minute or an hour, I’m not sure which, she pulls back and slides down my body before her feet land on the marble tile of the hotel lobby. She looks so beautiful and all I can think about is the one thing I want to do right now.  Take her back to my room and show her how much I’ve missed her. Lay her out on my bed and worship every inch of her.

“How long are you here for?” She asks me.

“As long as you’re here, I’m here.”

She laughs at this, “I have somewhere to be tonight, but would you like to go someplace now? Talk? Eat? Whatever! I miss you like crazy.”

“My room? Beach?”

“Oh Lord, not the beach, if I go back I may die from sun exposure, we’ve been there every day thanks to Jamie.”

“Ok. My room it is.” I look around for Jamie.

“She’ll be fine. She is canceling her flight. And then she has to make some calls.”

I nod and we set off for the elevators. “What do you have to do tonight?” I ask while enjoying the feel of her and in mine as we walk hand in hand.

“I’m meeting someone. Family, I never knew I had. I found her last week, and she’s agreed to meet me tonight at her workplace.”

“Who is it?”

“I’ll explain later. Let’s get upstairs. I really want to hear about you.”

“I’m perfect Kollie, just missing you.”

“I miss you too.” She says as she turns to me in the elevator that’s taking us to the sixth floor. Her eyes are haunted like they are hiding secrets that she wants to share, but she can’t. I can tell that she’s struggling, that she wants to express her true feelings. I pull her face to mine and kiss her deeply. Her hands go to my hair, and she runs her fingers through it, softly massaging my scalp.  Without evening thinking about it, I instinctively lift her up into my arms and press her back against the elevator wall. Her legs wrap around my waist as I grip her delectable ass and squeeze. Trying to get myself under control, I break away just long enough to whisper in her ear how very much I love her. 

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10 things

1.      I’m scared of the dark.

2.      I can’t remember anything.

3.      I battle with Anxiety & PTSD as does my character Kollie.

4.      My favorite drink is Monsters.

5.      I can’t eat while writing.

6.      I have one tattoo of the word “second” on my index “trigger” finger. It stands for the second amendment.

7.      I’m 25, but I can never remember my age.

8.      I’m obsessed with Grunge Rock Bands.

9.      My idol is Carrie Bradshaw.

10.    My daughter is named after Chyler who plays “Janie” from Not Another Teen Movie. (ALL HER HUSBAND’S IDEA)

10.2  I’m married to a singer/song writer/aspiring producer

10.3  My favorite color is Pink.

10.4  I live close to where they filmed The Walking Dead, and I’ve been a Stalker of the area for years. I still haven’t sighted an Actor though.

10.5  I was raised by a single dad.

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E. N. Hudgins is new to the Author scene.  Missing Summer is her debut novel, and she’s already got the next one in the works.  The characters are talking to her already.
She’s been an avid reader for years and loves all genres of romance that include angst, 
especially the temper throwing cliffhangers. Her goal is to cause readers to 
scream, cry, and yell in a crowded library while reading her stories.  She loves 
to write scenes that melt your heart and set your undies on fire.. 

When she’s not writing she works as a graphic artist creating book covers and 
tantalizing teasers.
She lives in Georgia with her husband and two children.  They have a dog 
named Dixon and a cat named Maggie. Yes, her pet names are inspired by The 
Walking Dead.

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Release Blitz ~~ A Nun Walks into a Bar

 
 
 
 
After growing up in an abbey, orphan Sadie Ross becomes Sister Abigail Eunice. Her life and career are on track until a chance meeting with a handsome stranger in a place no nun should ever go. 
 
Ryder Carsen’s sister is missing, and he doesn’t have time for distractions. But when a pretty nun walks into his bar, he can’t ignore his attraction to her, even though she’s not the “sister” he’s looking for. He’s relieved when she walks out of his life for what he believes is forever. 
 
Sadie’s life takes a surprising detour when she finds her path crossed with Ryder’s once again. 
 
When they are brought back together, Ryder knows he’s found the only woman he’ll ever love, but time is running out for his sister. 
 
Will Ryder save his sister from the men who took her? 
 
When a source far too close to home threatens Sadie, will she trust Ryder enough to let him save her too?
 
 
 

 
 
A Nun Walks Into a Bar
This was a delightful surprise. It was funny, sweet and romantic. I had high hopes for Sadie and Ryder from the beginning and the author didn’t disappoint.
Sadie is a sweet girl with a strong streak of stubborn. After losing her parents at a young age- and growing up in a convent – she feels out of place as a nun- and the Reverend Mother agrees. She is navigating the world with the help of her friends and Ryder.
Ryder is the ultimate Alpha. A strong man- with strong ideas about what is and isn’t acceptable. He is looking for his sister- and finds a Sister that steals his heart.
This is a sweet love story- I loved watching the relationship with Sadie and Ryder grow. I hope the author gives us more books with some of the other characters in the book. This is the first book I’ve read by this author- but I have her others on my “to be read” list now.
 
 
 
Tracey Jane Jackson is the NY Times Bestselling author of the popular Cauld Ane Series and has over half a million books in print.


Tracey was born and raised in New Zealand and with an American father, Scottish grandmother, and Kiwi mother, it’s no doubt she has a unique personality.


She has been happily married and gooey in love with her husband for over twenty years. They live in the Pacific Northwest with their two sons.


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Release Blitz ~ Logan Kade by Tijan

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Logan Kade is FINALLY here!  #sexmachine #fallencrest #logankade

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You think you know me?
Manwhore. Partier. Fighter.
You know what? You’re right. I’m all those things. F*ck with what’s mine and I’ll f*ck you ten times harder. Suspensions. Arrests. You think I care?

So yeah, I may fit the bad boy image, but there’s so much more you don’t know.

I’m loyal to a damned fault. I’ll never leave your side. The real Logan Kade isn’t a manwhore. When I love, I love hard and completely.

Taylor saw that side of me. Inside of me. She saw my darkness and pain, and the second she did, she owned me.

You may think you know me…
…but she’s the only one who sees me.

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EXCERPT ONE

Someone new had arrived at the party, and turning around, I assumed it was Logan Kade. I could only see the back of him. He was talking to a group of guys right outside the back door, and someone motioned in our direction.

Jason groaned.

Logan lifted his head, looking right at us.

From the back, he was the finest specimen I’d seen in a long time. Tall. Lean. Broad shoulders. Trim waist. His shirt clung to his form, outlining his lithe build. He was obviously an athlete. Guys couldn’t get that look unless they played sports on an almost-daily basis and for hours at a time. Others might try to mold and sculpt their bodies to look as good as this one, but their efforts never played out.

Even the back of his neck was delicious. His shirt hugged the muscles of his shoulder and the ridges where his neck and shoulders became one. His hair had a crew cut. When he finally glanced over his shoulder again, looking in the direction the other guy had pointed, his eyes found mine. They held firm.

I swallowed, feeling like I’d just gotten the wind knocked out of me. He was breathtaking.

Dark chocolate eyes. Long eyelashes I would’ve killed for when I was younger—hell, I still would. He had an angular face with high cheekbones, and the front of him matched his back. His biceps bulged, and his shirtsleeves tightened around them for a second before they relaxed. The outline of washboard abs was visible through his shirt. His jeans sealed the image, making my mouth water, and I finally pulled my eyes away.

I had to. I hadn’t reacted to a guy like this in a long time.

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EXCERPT TWO

“Get Logan,” someone yelled.

Another girl asked, “Where is Logan?”

I heard other people saying the same thing, but I focused on the girl.

She raised her chin, and a warning flashed in her eyes. “Touch me. I dare you.”

There were three of them, all tall and, not to be stereotypical, but they looked like preppy douchebags. Each was good looking, with bodies built like they rowed every morning for hours. They looked like money. It practically dripped from their clothes. Their jawlines were rigid enough to form glaciers.

Their eyes were icy, too, as they stared back at the girl. They weren’t backing down.

I broke from the crowd, planning to go stand next to her. But before I could move, the crowd broke in half. An actual opening formed, and Logan Kade strode forward.

My foot jerked back into its spot, stepping back as he brushed past me.

Kade stopped beside her, and the three guys turned their attention to him. They didn’t move or say anything, but the air shifted. It’d been dark and ominous before, and I still felt a battle brewing.

“Kade starts fights, and he finishes them.”

A low tingle went through me, warming me. I remembered what Jason said and the nerves/anger/excitement took on a whole other feeling. My mouth was almost watering. I wanted to see what would happen. I wanted to see this Logan Kade in action, and for some reason, I was thirsting to see this fight.

“Kade,” one of them grated out his name.

Kade glanced at the girl, and then settled back on the spokesman. “What are you doing here?”

“It’s a party. We were invited.”

“And that’s why you’re facing off with Sam?” He moved forward a step.

“We weren’t facing off…”

Samantha folded her arms over her chest. “Yeah, right. You were just walking past me? That’s why you wouldn’t let me get past you to the car. We just ‘happened’ to block each other and you didn’t hear me when I told you to move.”

A little laugh slipped from me.

Kade threw me a sideways look.

I should’ve clamped a hand over my mouth. I should’ve let them know I wasn’t involved, because really, I wasn’t. I didn’t know this girl. It wasn’t my place to say anything or join in, but I didn’t. A dark part of me had opened up, seeing that this girl might need help. I wanted something to happen. I was almost egging it on in my head and as Kade watched me, his eyes lingering, the dark part grew into something else. My body grew warm and my pulse started to pick up. It was like he knew what was going on in me, and I swallowed over a lump, because that wasn’t right. He couldn’t know. He didn’t even know me…

But I felt like he did. I felt like he knew exactly what was going on in me, and a flash of anger flared up in me. I turned away. He could see inside of me, and that was too much. I didn’t want that so I slipped back into the crowd. As I pulled further away, enough so I wasn’t on the front line, my insides were still charged up.

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The fight was on.

“No, no, no!” Jason shoved his way through the crowd. “Cops have been called,” he yelled. “Everyone scatter—”

Before he finished talking, sirens began to wail. They were faint, still in the distance, but he was right. They were coming.

Douchebag One reared back. He was going to hit Kade.

“Stop!” I yelled.

Kade heard me and turned to look. I pointed behind him. Before he turned around, he ducked, and Douchebag One’s arm went over his head. Kade caught it, twisted around, and rammed his elbow into the guy’s gut. He hit him with an uppercut, then bent over and tossed him over his back. The two other guys ran to their friend and pulled him away as they took off with the scattering crowd.

I watched, frowning. We weren’t in high school. We didn’t really need to worry, did we? But Jason grabbed my hand and yanked me after him.

“Come on,” he said. “There’s illegal shit here. We don’t want to get caught. Trust me.”

I was still revved up. I didn’t know what from: from Kade or from the fight, but Jason took off and I followed right behind. As we zipped past a car, Kade was right there. He was heading to a different vehicle and for a moment, our paths crossed.

Kade looked at me. His eyebrows furrowed together, like he wanted to say something, but Jason yanked on my hand and we were past him.

“Logan!” Samantha called from farther down the road.

She waved from an Escalade. Jason veered toward them, pulling me along. I wasn’t sure what he was doing, but he continued right past the vehicle. I glanced back and watched as Kade sprinted for it. He leaped, took hold of the top of the Escalade, and somehow threw himself into the front seat as Samantha clambered into the back.

Once inside, Kade reached out and pounded on the top of the vehicle. “Let’s go,” he barked.

The driver took off, and they were past us in two seconds, just as Claire pulled up.

Jason hurried into the passenger seat, and I threw myself into the back. Claire gunned the engine, and we turned off the block and onto another street as the cop cars began pulling up in front of the house.

“That was close.”

I wasn’t sure who said that, but it didn’t matter. We were all thinking it.

Then I grinned. I wanted to do it again.

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EXCERPT FOUR

I didn’t quite know how to react to someone like Logan Kade.

The second he sat down next to me, others started glancing back at us, but now that he was laughing, more and more they were openly staring. A few girls down the row were almost glaring. Kade saw them too and raised a hand. “Hey.”

Their stares morphed into smiles, and they waved back. One girl asked how the party was last night, and it clicked. These girls already knew Kade. I gave them a second look. They might really know him. A couple were giving him come-hither looks.

I muttered under my breath. “So this is what it feels like.” Huh.

“What is?” He leaned back in his chair to rest against the wall behind us. His eyes pinned me down, but not in a bad way. He was curious—and amused. His mouth lifted in a grin. He was cocky. I hadn’t lied about that, but maybe I’d gotten the other part wrong. The arrogance of a narcissist was lacking with him. He just seemed to be enjoying himself.

My eyebrows bunched together as I remembered the night before. He’d had the same look. That is, until those guys had gone after his girlfriend. Dark, brooding, and dangerous had taken over then. A shiver went down my spine as I remembered him hitting that guy.

Our professor entered the room, but Logan raised an eyebrow at me. “What what feels like?”

She cleared her throat and held up a stack of papers. “Here’s your syllabus. We’re going to hand these out and go through them before we start anything else.”

I shifted back in my seat and shook my head. I was partly grateful for the interruption. Even though I’d just gotten to this college, I knew Kade was at the top of the social ladder. Hell, he probably defined the top tier.

He walked into a room and got attention.

Kade commanded this whole room. It was overwhelming, all of that power radiating from him, and having it directed at me? It was a whole new experience. I shifted in my seat, trying to get comfortable, but I felt torched.

“Welcome to Sociology 101, the scientific study of human society,” our professor announced.

Logan leaned over and whispered, “Or as I like to call it, the tutorial guide on how to mindfuck entire groups.”

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He stared back at me for a moment, a mask over his face, before he started laughing. “You are feisty.”

“Is that a problem?”

“Do you not know me? Feisty women are my specialty.”

“You’re arrogant.”

He was full-on laughing now. “Have you not met me?”

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I studied the amusement in those chocolate eyes of his. “Are you always like this?”

His smirk deepened. “Gorgeous?”

“Annoying.”

*****

I didn’t want to move. No, actually I did, but my body didn’t. I almost cursed myself, but I felt Logan’s gaze on me. It was like he could see inside of me, right past the walls I erected.

*****

I was fighting against a rubber band, stretched tight from me to him. The more I tried to break free, the stronger it became.

*****

I held up my hands. “I’m not going to hurt her. I promise.”

“Okay.”

I smirked. “But I might bang her.”

*****

“Use my last name.” I moved him back a little so I had some breathing room. I tried not to notice how good he felt, or how strong his arm was under my touch. “It’s more appropriate.”

“What?”

There it was again. Genuine confusion. He wasn’t angry. He wasn’t getting defensive. He was just confused.

“What’s going on here?” He edged back one more step. “You okay?”

“No.” I waved my hand at him. “It’s you.”

“Me?”

“Because you’re bad.”

He smirked. “I know I am.”

*****

I’d never had sex in a bar, but Logan made me wonder why not.

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If I love you, then I’ll do almost anything to protect you.

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A guy like Logan Kade is very dangerous to a girl like you

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I didn’t begin writing until after undergraduate college. There’d been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can’t blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I’m hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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Sometimes even the dead seek salvation.

In 1925, eighteen-year-old Ameerah Arrowood is murdered in an insane asylum. She finds herself transported to a dreary realm that turns out to be a recruiting station for the dark spirits. With animosity in her heart toward humanity, she decides to join them.

For the next ninety years, Ameerah possesses soulless humans, living a hedonistic, mischievous and sometimes vengeful existence, but now she’s seeking salvation so she can crossover and save her lost love who is stuck in the lower world.

Ameerah enlists the help of her dark spirit friend Derek, who is straddling the line between Heaven and Hell. She tells him how it all began, weaving between historical timelines to now, hoping to gain understanding about why her parents betrayed her and wanting to get rid of the guilt weighing on her heart. In the end, the unexpected unfolds, throwing Ameerah a curve ball which changes her forever.

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Retro Becki smaller sizeRebekkah Ford grew up in a family that dealt with the paranormal world. Her parents Charlie and Geri Wilhelm were the directors of the UFO Investigator’s League in Fairfield, Ohio. They also investigated ghost hauntings and Bigfoot sightings in addition to extraterrestrial cases. Growing up in this type of environment and having the passion for writing stories is what drove Rebekkah at an early age to write tales dealing with the paranormal world. Her fascination with the unknown is what led her to write the Beyond the Eyes trilogy, its companion Tangled Roots, and Ameerah.

Rebekkah resides in rural North Dakota, in a farming community of about 1,800 people and loves where she lives. She has an irreverent sense of humor, loves coffee, and yummy food makes her happy. She also loves books, history, antiques, animals, connecting with her fans and other authors, as well as watching her favorite TV shows.

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Demons. Regrets. Absolution.

Luke has lived on the wrong side of the law since he was seventeen. His hands are stained and his soul is black, but the worst sin he’s committed is falling in love with his brother’s girl. Then he met her. Addy Monroe is pure, innocent and stubborn as an ox. Even though he doesn’t deserve her, Luke will stop at nothing to have her. But just when happiness is within his grasp fate rips her away, reminding him once again that there is no absolution for sinners. Will Luke be able to let color fill his blackened soul?

From the first time Addy saw Luke Colloway over ten years ago she wanted him. Addy has been attracted to rough, crude, inked bad boys with a bike planted securely between their thighs and wicked promises falling from their lips her entire life. Every one of them has let her down. Every one of them has broken her heart. Every one of them has put her second. She’s never going to let that happen again. When Luke promises her a future, will Addy let him in only to have her heart broken again?

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Title: MALEDICTION: Rise of the Crimson Confessions

Series: Crimson Confessions, #1

Author: J.D. Lexx

Genres: Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense

Release Date: March 20, 2016

 

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Some devote a lifetime to the endless pursuit of love. Others spend even longer trying to outrun it. Between the shimmering lights of Paris and New Orleans’ commercialized sin, author J.D. Lexx embarks on his latest hunt. Once content to walk blindly in the light, these days he prowls a different world, one of shadow and sensuality where flesh yields to the probing hungers of fantasy. Driven by painful reminders of opportunity left unseized, he roams, tirelessly seeking the next in a growing collection of Crimson Confessions.

Yet these tales of conquest and seduction which have brought such notoriety are merely bait for a more transcendent prey. The one he truly stalks is infinitely more elusive, and lethal in her charms. To win her over, and write the happy ending to this unfinished story, an infamous collector of secrets must now lay his own bare for all to see. Chasing a trail of enticing exploits stretching from Sin City to Prague, every stop leads him back to the beginning…and one step closer to her.

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As soon as I penetrated the sweltering heat between her lips, I sprung to life across her tongue, engorging with the very blood that fled my extremities until her mouth strained to contain me. First, my eyes rolled back in sheer bliss at the all-consuming warmth, and then at the skill with which she applied it. With each stifled moan that vibrated through her throat and into my flesh, she not only enhanced her raw sexual value but left me increasingly curious about the kind of bad decisions that lead a woman like this here, of all places.

Pulled free from a descending haze of my own, I looked down to marvel at her enthusiasm, only to find those eyes still locked on mine. Damn, the girl learned quickly. Flashing a glint of bravado that endeared her all the more, she pulled me briefly from her pursed lips and asked again, just as earlier in the day, “You like, yes?”

As if empowered by my approval, she immediately doubled her efforts, tightening her grip and flicking her tongue in playfully erratic lashes. With the slightest shift, she adjusted her angle and drove down with even greater force, burying my entire length and swallowing deeply to engage muscles that sent me reeling.

Only once I opened my eyes again did I notice the burning attention cast down from our host and his illustrious, voyeuristic gathering—a handful of whom wore outfits virtually identical to those ladies on the floor. It seemed that even a few fellow guests had opted to stay behind and ogle, having long since cast their own conquests aside.

While it has never been my style to put on a public exhibition, it’s not like I could drag her to a more secluded location. As much as I cringed at the barbaric notion, she was not mine to take. I had to respect the reality that, in such a strictly supervised environment, she was borrowed property to be enjoyed at the watchful discretion of the master.

With the reasoning centers of my brain already thoroughly frozen and my inhibition drunken at best, our audience could have ordered pizza and called over friends for all I cared. I had a hotter, tighter, and infinitely more gripping engagement ready to drop in my lap.

“Get off that cold floor,” I urged, coaxing myself free of her insatiable grip and ordering her upright—vulnerable, exposed, and simpering at my whim. “Turn around.” Of all the commands so far laid down, I found it fascinating that only this one prompted a distinct moment of hesitation.

“Yes, sir.” She spoke to the ground as she turned away, tightening every muscle as if preparing for an unseen but inevitable assault.

Leaning forward, I rested one outstretched hand over the small of her back. Feeling the raised lash marks for the first time only triggered further anger toward any beast that would so irreparably desecrate such a treasure. My other hand dug firmly into her hip as I pushed forward, forcing her over at the waist and then lifting the tattered dress to expose her entirely.

With her legs spread slightly, she struggled to maintain balance against the pressure of my palm, sparking the more wicked recesses of my imagination even as I battled to differentiate myself from the men behind those marks. Try as I might, I simply couldn’t help myself. Did that make me a monster as well?

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  • How habitual is your creative process? Where do you do your writing?

Just like every author I know, there’s always a favorite spot where the inspiration simply flows. Perhaps it’s a nook at the far end of a flower garden or a spare room to which others are barred from entry. Personally, I find my best writing takes place over the writhing skin of a naked, glistening Micronesian princess as she’s pleasured by three nubile ladies-in-waiting.

When that option is unavailable—unfortunately quite often—I do most of my writing outdoors, where there are no walls to close in around me. It’s amazing how effectively the rustle of a breeze can spark thoughts and visuals in the mind. It tends to liberate and helps the words flow unencumbered. But then, that’s just me.

  • Is there a message in your book you want readers to grasp?

Sometimes I’m not quite sure what the message is until I’m done writing and start reading back through to find a distinct theme or moral—even if it’s simply the virtues of immorality. When I set out to write the Crimson Confessions series, it was always intended as far more than a quick and passing thrill. I wanted purpose, intent, a thread of commonality running through it all.

 In Malediction, I feel that message is boiled down to a few core elements: seize the indulgence now rather than wait and linger in fear of judgment; take the road less traveled, even if it requires combat boots and a machete to navigate it; and please, for the love of God, embrace your imagination and all that comes with it. Never settle for less.

  • When naming a characters, do you give any thought to the actual meaning? (How do you go about naming characters?)

Oftentimes, I like to give my characters a name that playfully nods to their personality, past or future. Nothing too overt or obvious, because I feel like that can become campy and a bit too archetypal. But if I’m laying the groundwork for a new character who closely resembles someone from my life, I like to name them in a way that shines a light on those characteristics—good or bad—that earned them a spot in literary infamy.

  • How do you stay motivated as a writer? What inspires you?

In all honesty, nothing inspires me more than the chance to interact with my readers and to hear the elements and aspects that made them fall in love. I think we all have times when we step back and wonder if there’s any purpose or benefit to our writing, and to hear that our thoughts and work resonated in a substantial way with someone else is the greatest compliment possible.

  • Least favorite food?

Any food that requires flooding a bog and raking up the bits that float is an instant ‘pass’ in my book.

  • How many hours do you devote to writing?

ALL of them. When I’m engaged in a project, I’m either actively writing or thinking about the next stage pretty much constantly. It’s when I’m between projects that I begin to feel a little lost now and then.

  • If you had one super power what would it be?

Invisibility, without a doubt. To be a fly on the wall, anywhere and everywhere. Time travel would be nice too, I suppose. Actually, could we combine both powers into one so I can covertly watch how some of history’s great moments really went down?

  • What other creative outlets do you have?

If you’ve read my work, you probably realize I’m a big fan of cooking and the cultural inroads it can bring. I just love the sensory exploration of a new dish and the way it plays on your tongue. Not as many people know it, but I’m also a passionate photographer. Portraits, nudes, wildlife, architecture…I love it all. There is beauty in everything, isn’t there? In the chips and the cracks and the scars. It’s all about how we perceive it, and how it’s captured through a lens.

  • What has been the biggest surprise to you in the book world?

The biggest surprise, by far, in the book world has got to be the immense support just waiting to be heaped on a new author who earns it. The passion. The obsession for some. As a writer, sometimes it’s easy to begin to feel like you’re an outcast with nowhere you fit in. But then you meet a few readers who share your particular blend of insanity and you realize that your place was there along, just waiting for you to find it.

  • Do you outline and create a plan or just go with the flow?

I have tried both methods and to some degree I hybridize the two, but I find my stories flow much better if I loosen the grip and let them flow as they want to. I have an idea where it’s going at the start, with a very loose outline of sorts, but when it’s all said and done, if it comes down to letting the story take a direction it suddenly wants to go in or strangle it to follow my lead, I’ll always choose the former and be as surprised as the rest of you where it takes me.

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International attorney, award-winning journalist and last of a modest raconteur bloodline, J.D. Lexx has been a storyteller for most of his life and a student of humanity for even longer. Perhaps it’s no wonder that he takes such pleasure in the subtle tease of the written word, in kindling curiosity with every shared tale, then daring the imagination to continue on beyond The End.

A traveler by nature, Lexx spends most of his time between the frenzied streets of New York and the slower pace of New Orleans’ Vieux Carre´. When not exploring the sensual psyche through his writing, he can usually be found honing his skills in the kitchen or working alongside charitable organizations to promote literacy and tolerance– two causes not only reflected in his work, but forever dear to his heart.

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