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Saturday, 29 October 2016

BOOK TOUR with Excerpt! One Step Closer by Kahlen Aymes

The only had each other…

Until one forbidden night ruined everything.

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Blurb

STEPSISTER. He hated that f*cking word.

When their parents got married, the only thing Caleb Luxan had in common with Wren Brashill was that they both hated their parents. When he was sixteen, Caleb discovered Wren's closely guarded secret and vowed to protect her: from that day forward she became the reason for every decision he made.

Jealousy and long-suppressed desire overpowered Caleb's fierce protectiveness and they spent one forbidden and unforgettable night in each other arms, but the aftermath left Caleb panicked, Wren heartbroken, and their relationship in shambles. In the time since that fateful night, he’d only seen her once and had only managed to make the situation even worse.

The sudden death of his estranged father calls Caleb home and face-to-face with Wren for first time in years. He is presented with a choice that forces him to confront the painful memories of his youth and his many regrets with Wren.

Like it or not, his father's last, hard lesson, will demand Caleb deal with his long denied emotions for Wren, or let go of her forever.

Excerpt!!!

Caleb’s muscled frame was rigid and as Wren looked at him, she studied his profile, and could feel his coiled tension. The fingers in his right hand curled into a fist. “I was so mad. So many times, I wished he’d been the one to die.” His voice was full of pain, as the words tore from him. “I fucking hated him with every breath I took. You saw how much.”

Wren nodded, though he didn’t see her acquiescence. She knew what he went through growing up when they had formed an affable alliance against their parents. She hated her mother at least as much as Caleb hated his father and she understood his anger and pain; then the apathy that became a welcome alternative. They’d been unlikely allies against a common enemy.

“Maybe I deserved his indifference.”

Wren got up and went to Caleb, standing behind him as he stood still as stone, and staring out the window. Her heart ached with love and grief for Caleb. She wanted to touch him; to offer reassurance, to take away the ache in his voice and heart. Without considering her actions, her arms slipped around his waist and she pressed up against his strong back and leaned her head against him, between his shoulder blades.

Caleb was massive in comparison to her, and she was like a flower curling around him. Her hands fanned out against his hard stomach, her fingers finding the definition of his abs beneath his shirt. “Stop, Cale. I won’t let you do this to yourself. Your dad wouldn’t want that. None of it was your fault.” Her arms slid fully around him and held him tight against her body. “I can’t bear it. You’ve had enough pain. Enough.”

Caleb sucked in a deep breath, the action bringing her even closer. He could feel every curve of her body pressed so closely against his back. He could feel her breathing, could feel how she shared his pain. His hand came up and he ran the flat of his hand from her elbow down to her hand, and then wrapped his fingers around hers.

“When did you turn into the strong one?”

Wren’s arms tightened around him. “When I met you. ”

“Oh, Wren.” Should he just spill his guts? Would it fix everything? “I’ve got so much to say to you. How long can you stay?”

She nodded against him, unwilling to end the contact between their bodies; needing the closeness as much as he did.

He wanted to apologize for how he acted the last time he’d seen her, he wanted to say a hundred things… he needed her forgiveness.

“How long do you need me?”

In that moment a miracle happened; a sort of beautiful irony that taunted Caleb with it’s fragileness. It was as if he’d never screwed everything up between them. But would it stay this way?

How long do I need you? Caleb thought. His heart raced to the point of exploding, and he wondered if Wren could feel it.

Forever.

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Blog Tour with EXCERPT & TEASERS- The Reason For Me by Prescott Lane

Holt

She likes it quick and dirty.

I like orders and rules.

She hates small talk.

I hate to share.

She’s an open book.

I’m a closed dresser drawer.

She rides a Harley.

And that drives me f’ing nuts.

Annalyse and I have both lived in our own personal hells for half a decade. She’s learned to love the warmth, and I’m still consumed. But my new neighbor is stoking more than my libido these days. We agreed on only pleasure. But she changed the rules.

And now I’m not even sure what they are.

Maybe there’s a reason she found me that night, maybe there’s a reason I can’t stop thinking about her, maybe there’s a reason for the pain. Maybe not.

We all look for reasons in life. Reasons for death, love, pain. Why one thing happens and not another? It’s human nature. We’ve been looking for the meaning of life since the beginning of time. But maybe the reason for all of it — life, love, loss, heartache — is the curvy brunette living next door.

Annalyse

“You should have on a life jacket.”

“When I kayak or when I ride my motorcycle?” I ask.

He tries not to smile, but he does. “Pissed, huh?”

“Observant, aren’t you?”

“Motorcyclists are twenty-five percent more likely to die and five times more likely to be injured than a passenger in a car,” he says.

“You looked that up just to lecture me, didn’t you?”

“Not the point,” he says. “No more motorcycle.”

Did he really think he could go all alpha male on me? Usually, it would be hot as all-get-out to see a man in control, dominant, but right now alpha equals asshole! Note to self — I should do a blog post on that. Where have all the good alphas gone? “Who do you think you are?” I say, walking away. “You’re not my husband or my father. Come to think of it, I wouldn’t let my father or husband order me around like this.”

His fingers lightly touch my elbow. It isn’t a grab. I barely feel it, and as quickly as he touched me, it’s over. “I’m a doctor. I’ve seen what . . .”

“You’re a gynecologist! You’ve seen what a motorcycle can do to a vagina?”

Oh God, I’m in trouble. He’s got the dirtiest look in his eye. “I’d imagine the vibration would feel pretty damn good.”

I can’t help it and bust out laughing. “You are impossible.”

“And it’s the law to carry a life vest for every person in a kayak,” he says.

I roll my eyes. “You like rules.”

“I like order.”

“Ordering people around,” I say.

“Only certain people,” he says.

Don’t ask me why, but the thought of him “ordering” me around made my legs clench together, or maybe it was the mention of vibrations. Either way, the idea of him taking control of my body didn’t sound bad to me at all. It would be nice to not think so damn much all the time and just feel something good for a change.

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Friday, 21 October 2016

Release Day with Excerpt! - The Reason For Me BY Ardent Prose

Holt

She likes it quick and dirty.

I like orders and rules.

She hates small talk.

I hate to share.

She’s an open book.

I’m a closed dresser drawer.

She rides a Harley.

And that drives me f’ing nuts.

And now I’m not even sure what they are.

Maybe there’s a reason she found me that night, maybe there’s a reason I can’t stop thinking about her, maybe there’s a reason for the pain. Maybe not.

Holt

I can see the questions in her eyes. Naked, I get on my knees in the bed, helping her up, her body pressing into mine, and lift her shirt over her head. I can’t help but grin that she’s borrowed one of mine. My hands slide down the curve of her waist and under the cotton of her panties, removing them. Her hand softly strokes my cheek, and like an asshole, I jerk my head back, her soft touch doing damage to the hard defenses I’ve built. How is that? How can something so soft, so sweet, be my undoing? And damn, the way she looks at me. I can’t have her looking at me like that right now. In one move, I flip her over and yank her ass in the air.

Her breath catches. Dammit, sometimes I wish I could be one of those guys that only think about themselves during sex, but I’m not built that way. Annalyse’s pleasure will always be more important than my own, and that’s just one small fucking step away from all her needs coming before my own. It’s a slippery slope I’m on.

Using the tip of my cock, I outline her folds, feeling her open, drawing me in. Running my finger down the curve of her back, her body rolls, her ass pushing against me. She’s got the best ass, pure white, smooth skin, firm, but enough to hold onto.

“Holt,” she begs softly.

She’s very impatient when it comes to her orgasms. That’s a great quality in a woman; she wants what she wants and doesn’t apologize for it. As I slip myself inside her, she lets out a breathless moan. It’s amazing how well I know her sounds, her body already. Holding her hips, I slide in and out, slowly. Grinning, I know she’s going to hate and love that at the same time. She likes to come quickly. It’s almost like she’s afraid there’s not enough time. She starts to move faster, wanting me deeper, and harder. And I’m powerless to resist her, incapable of not giving her exactly what she wants.

And when she screams out my name, I follow right behind her. My body covers hers as we lay collapsed in our orgasmic hangover. Moving her hair off her face, I look down at her closed eyes, missing seeing the way she looks when she comes. “Every night,” I say quietly, “I want you in my bed, naked, waiting.”

She doesn’t open her eyes, but a little smirk crosses her lips. “Orders, orders.”

Kissing her neck, I nibble her earlobe. “Say you’ll be here.” She rolls over, her eyes meeting mine for the first time. A subtle guilt rises in my chest; I just fucked her to feel better, to forget. And I want to do it again.