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Unfinished Night Duet by Violet Duke

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Unfinished Night by Violet Duke is NOW AVAILABLE!
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Blurb:

THE COMPLETE USA TODAY BESTSELLING DUET
Love, sacrifice, and the lengths one will run–and chase–when their past threatens their future. This bundled box set contains both books in Caine & Addison’s bestselling duet (Book 1: Before That Night & Book 2: Every Night Without You). Print Length: 576 pgs

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Review by Paula:

Addison at 19 years old has had to grown up pretty fast homeless with her younger sister and brother. Addison is just trying to get a good job and get a apartment. Addison starts working at a diner where she meets Caine the handsome, sweet, funny cop who always knows how to get her to smile. Caine since first glance at Addison he was drawn to her and wanted to get to know her better. But what will Caine do if he finds out Addison’s secrets? The second book is seven years later Addison is still hiding but wishing to be in Caine’s arms. Will Addison finally be safe? Will Caine accidentally find Addison? Wow I really enjoyed this book it’s so full of shocking details and surprises! But the ending had me crying of happiness! A great romance story with page turning suspense! A must read. 5 Stars

 

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About the Author:

NEW YORK TIMES & USA TODAY bestselling author Violet Duke is a former professor of English Education ecstatic to be on the other side of the page now writing emotion-rich stories with fun, everyday characters and sweet, sexy match-ups. Since her debut series in 2013, over a million readers have put all four of Violet’s laugh & cry contemporary romance series on bestseller lists and Top 10 charts across the major eretailers, both in the U.S. and internationally.

When she isn’t feeding her book-a-day addiction, Violet enjoys doing far too many things without checking the directions first (often with outrageous power tools she has no business operating), and cooking impossible-to-replicate ‘special edition’ dishes that laugh in the face of recipes. She lives in Hawai’i with her kids (Violet & Duke) and Mr. Violet Duke (their ringleader), with a PJs-and-rubber-slippers work dress code she takes very seriously.

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It’s LIVE!! The LIFT 4 Autism Auction is open for bidding!

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Win a $25 Winner’s Choice Gift Card in the LIFT Celebration Giveaway!

The Lift 4 Autism Auction is a bookworm’s dream! Featuring hard-to-get, much-sought items from romance favorites like Nicola Yoon, Kristen Ashley, Taylor Jenkins Reid, Corinne Michaels, T.M. Frazier, Marie Force and more than 200 others in celebration of Autism Awareness/Acceptance Month.

Authors Ginger Scott and Kennedy Ryan founded LIFT 4 Autism a few years ago as a charitable initiative rallying the romance community around autism. All proceeds go to this year’s charitable partner Kulture City, who is doing amazing things for the autism community. Learn more at kulturecity.org.

Specifically, LIFT 2017 will benefit Kulture City’s lifeBOKS program, which provides families with free kits to curtail wandering, a common and potentially life threatening challenge. Proceeds will also benefit Kulture City’s tablet program, which provides iPads to improve communication for non and limited verbal children on the spectrum to families who cannot afford them.

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Unsteady by Melissa Collins

 

Happy Cover Reveal Day!
We are so excited to share this amazingly HOT cover with you!

Unsteady by Melissa Collins
Release date: 4/28/2017
A stand alone, M/M romance

Cover design: Sommer Stein at Perfect Pair Creative Covers

Photography: Wander Aguiar at WANDER AGUIAR :: PHOTOGRAPHY

Models: Jacob Cooley and Ryan Dick

BLURB:

Micah Hudson and Jude MacMillian were both lonely teenagers. One the new kid
and one the target of relentless bullying, they quickly became friends. But
when friendship grew into more, the relationship was too much for either to
handle. As their tenuous bond was tested, everything tumbled down, leaving
them lonely once again.

A decade later, Micah is on the brink of losing his will to live. Beyond
exhausted from lying to everyone, including himself, Micah thinks of the one
person who knows his deepest secret. Desperate and alone, Micah makes the
only decision he feels he has: he must leave. But his need for closure
depends on one thing.

Can Jude make room in his Unsteady life for Micah once again?

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ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Melissa Collins has always been a book worm. Studying Literature in college ensured that her nose was always stuck in a book. She followed her passion for reading to the most logical career choice: English teacher. Her hope was to share her passion for reading and the escapism of books to her students. Having spent more than a decade in front of a classroom, she can easily say that it’s been a dream.
Her passion for writing didn’t start until more recently. When she was home on maternity leave in early 2012, she read her first romance novel and her head filled with the passion, angst and laughter of the characters who she read about it. It wasn’t long before characters of her own took shape in her mind. Their lives took over Melissa’s brain and The Love Series was born.

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Winning The Game by Leesa Bow

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Winning The Game
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Title: Winning The Game
Author: Leesa Bow
Genre: New Adult/ Sports Romance
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Cover designer: Najila Qamber
Release Date: May 17th
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Blurb:
Troubled
Aussie football star, Rhett Williams’ infamous off-field misdemeanours
land him in front of his club’s board with an ultimatum: clean up his
bad-boy image or lose his contract.
There’s one catch: appear on a reality show to reinvent himself.
Football
is Rhett’s lifeblood, but his family and the orchard farm in the
country where he grew up means more, especially as his family relies on
his wage to keep the business afloat. So Rhett puts his opinion of
reality shows aside to concentrate on doing whatever it takes to be
re-signed.
Career-focussed
TV mentor, Tori Winchester doesn’t have time for men, or a social life,
which suits her fine. When Rhett Williams arrives on set with his blond
beach hair and his mesmerising blue eyes, her resolve begins to
crumble. He’s not the spoiled bad boy casting had told her to expect.
Getting involved with someone like Rhett could not only damage her long-term career prospects, they could both lose everything.
In a game of cat and mouse, Rhett is playing the one game he doesn’t want to win…
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About the Author:
Leesa
Bow loves to read and write spicy romance. She spends her spare time
with her family, catching up with girlfriends in cafes, or taking long
walks along the beautiful, southern beaches of Adelaide, Australia.
Leesa’s love of sport has inspired her to write stories about hot Aussie
heroes and the strong women they fall in love with.
Leesa is the Author of ‘Winning the Player’, ‘Charming the Outback’, ‘Jardine’, and ‘Caught Out’. You can find her here:

 

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A LITTLE BIT LIKE LOVE by Brooke Blaine

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A Little Bit Like Love, an all-new sexy STANDALONE MM romance from Brooke Blaine is coming soon!!!

A Little Bit Like Love by Brooke Blaine

Release Date Reveal: May 23rd, 2017

Genre: Contemporary Romance/MM Romance

What if you had everything in the world you wanted…except the man you’d left behind?

Jackson Davenport, the charismatic, strait-laced heir to the Davenport fortune, has a secret. One he’s been hiding since he graduated from South Haven all-boys academy—and that secret’s name is Lucas.

When a work trip takes Jackson back to his old stomping grounds, memories of the year he shared with Lucas come crashing to the surface. With growing pressure from his father to settle down and take over the family business, Jackson knows he’s on borrowed time, and sets out to find the free-spirited daredevil he once knew.

But Lucas isn’t the same man he was eight years ago.

One night. A shattered heart. And an endless parade of nameless faces. Lucas Sullivan is South Haven’s ultimate playboy, a reputation he’s honed since the only boy he ever loved left without a trace. To the world, he’s brash and confident, an in-demand artist who spends his days designing one-of-a-kind pieces and his nights as king of the downtown scene.

Many have tried and failed to get past the barrier he’s carefully constructed, but it’s the shy, studious boy he once coaxed out of his shell who still haunts him.

Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe it was lust. Or maybe…it was a little bit like love.

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About the Author:

You could say Brooke Blaine was a book-a-holic from the time she knew how to read; she used to tell her mother that curling up with one at 4 a.m. before elementary school was her ‘quiet time.’ Not much has changed except for the espresso I.V. pump she now carries around and the size of her onesie pajamas.

She is the author of Flash Point, a romantic suspense standalone, as well as the co-author of the erotic series, A Desperate Man, with Ella Frank. The latter has scarred her conservative southern family for life, bless their hearts. Licked, a romantic comedy, will be released November 11th, 2015 and is the first in the L.A. Liaisons series.

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Release Blitz · Review

Play Along by T L Swan

 

Title: Play Along
Author: T L Swan
Genre: Romantic Thriller
Release Date: April 23, 2017

 

Blurb
 
I witnessed a
murder and became his hostage.
Held captive
beneath the deck of a shipping container…. I realise to save my life I need to
become valuable.
My body is my
only weapon.
His pleasure to
my pain.
28 days is a long
time to Play Along with his perverted demands.
He thinks I enjoy
them.
It disgusts me
that I secretly do.
I hate him.
I crave him.
But my mind is
stronger than my body and this time he picked the wrong girl to mess with.
When the player
becomes the played, escape will be my reality.
Review by Paula:
At first you think this is gonna be a dark book but so far from it. Rosh sees her boyfriend with her best friend at a club and ends up getting upset and leaves. Rosh then sees a person get shot and they end up being drug lords and bring Rosh on a ship. Mac decides to help Rosh and promises that she will be safe. Wow so many twist and turns and shocking moments in this book you will be asking yourself what did you just read. This was such a thrill ride book that it kept me on my toes. Very entertaining and hot at times and at times you wanna cringe or cry. Will Rosh ever be safe or is she stuck with drug lords the rest of her life? Who is Mac and why is he on this ship? If you love angst, crazy, nail biting books this is a must read! 5 thrilling stars deserves so many more!
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Excerpt
Chapter 1
In a world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?
I stand alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in
his arms before he kisses her.
The air evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.
Despair is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick
self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see
this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.
The signs were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as
long as my gut instinct would allow.
I believed that he loved me.
I believed that she loved me.
As I stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best
friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on
so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am
having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
This can’t be happening.
My first inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date
with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her
up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as
she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away
from that man.
Why?
Why wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and
hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get
home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he
jealous?
No, he couldn’t be.
So, I thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was
overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she
went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The
catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and
Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
 I had obviously ruined their
plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.
Did they have sex in her bed or mine?
How often did my roommate satisfy my lover?
Unable to help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I
knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
Even a cock, it seemed.
On Friday she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd
announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
Coincidence? I didn’t think so.
I knew they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel
room somewhere.
I took my time. I waited.
And now it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a
nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
He can go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots… but why the
fuck did he have to take her from me?
I watch them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.
My best friend—the only constant in my life since my mother passed away five years
ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when
Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa.  My life changed that day. Mel was happy,
confident, and attractive.
More than I was… than I am.
I watch her grind herself against him while he looks down on her
seductively as she dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says
something and then they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.
They are not just fucking.
They have feelings for each other.
He kisses her again and his hands go to the back of her head to hold her
exactly how he wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.
Through blurred vision, I try to make myself look away.
No.
I can’t look away because I know when I leave this nightclub two of the
most important people in my life will no longer be a part of it. The floor
sways beneath me. How is this possible?
What have I done to deserve this betrayal?
I can’t move.
He kisses her again and they fall back against a wall where he pins her
and then they start to really go for it.
No. Stop it!
The tears burst the dam and I start to stride toward them as the
adrenaline hits its crescendo. I need to stop them, stop everything.
Stop kissing her, you fucking asshole!
Please, stop it!
But then I pause mid-step.
Don’t do this. Don’t lower yourself. Go
home and move out. Don’t give them a chance to deny or defend it.
I am better than this.
I stand for a moment and stare at the square pattern on the carpet
beneath my feet. I’m dizzy and disorientated. I stay there for a while longer
with my eyes firmly on the dirty treasons. He kisses her and lifts her thigh up
to wrap around his, a move he always pulls on me.
Does he like to do her from behind, too?
That last thought snaps something deep inside. I don’t remember getting
over to them, but I push him in the back as he pins her to the wall, he falls
forward and then looks around, his expression drops in horror. Before I know
what I’m doing, I’ve punched him in the face.
Melissa’s hands fly to her mouth. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “T-this isn’t
what it looks like,” she stammers.
“You slut!” I scream, unable to control myself. I grab a drink from a
man walking past and throw it in her face, following it up with a hard slap
across her cheek. She staggers back in shock, her hand flying up to her
smarting face.
“Roshelle,” Todd cries as he grabs my arm to try and control me. “Calm
down.” He pulls me away from Melissa, clearly scared that I am going to hit her
again.
“I will not fucking calm down.” I push out as the tears fall. I turn to
him and a myriad of emotions fill me, but it is his betrayal that steals my
voice. I have so many things I want to say, so many things that have escaped my
brain. My eyes search his and he tries to grab my hand.
“Don’t touch me!” I yell as I whip my hand away from him. “Never again.”
I turn to Melissa. “Get your things and get out of my house.” I sneer.
“Roshelle,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head in
disbelief. Suddenly the walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get
out of here.
I have got to get away from this hurt.
I see an exit sign and make a beeline for it without looking back. I
push out into the cold night air, the door slamming behind me.
“Shut the fuck up before I blow your fucking head off!” a man’s voice
yells.
“You don’t have the fucking guts,” someone else sneers in reply.
Huh?
I try to focus, despite my tears, and I angrily swipe them from my eyes.
It’s dark and there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front
of me, then I turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked
and there is no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.
What? Where am I?
The tears are streaming down my face.
A gunshot rings out and a man drops in front of me clutching his
stomach. My eyes widen in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly
stumbled upon.
What?
Suddenly, I’m surrounded by five men on all sides.
I’ve interrupted some kind of deal.
Oh no.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man calls out.
I shake my head in a panic. “I didn’t see anything, I swear.” I push
through the group of men and one of them grabs me by the arm. “I need me some
clean ass tonight.”
I try to rip my arm from his clutches, but he hits me hard across the
face with his gun, the pain ringing through my head like a lightning bolt
before I fall to the ground.
“Bring her with us,” someone yells.
“No, we don’t need that baggage. Leave her, she said she didn’t see
anything.”
They continue arguing.
“Yeah, well, my cock needs new pussy. “Bring her.” The shooter growls.
I feel my body being lifted and then thrown into the tight space of a
car trunk. “No,” I whisper. “No.” My handbag falls to the ground and I see
someone pick it up and throw it in the car.
The trunk lid slams with a thud.
I taste blood in my mouth as I lie in a semi-conscious state in the
dark.
The pain from my head throbs. What has just happened?
I put my hands up in the darkness and feel the cold metal that encases
me.
The reality of the situation rings true as the car starts to drive and I
hear them talking to each other in the backseats behind me. Everything is foggy
and my head, it hurts so much. I feel something hot run through my hair. What
is it? I put my hand up and feel a deep gash in my head, the dripping blood hot
and sticky. What the fuck? Oh no. They will kill me.
With renewed purpose and splayed hands I start to hit the roof in a
panic.
They just killed someone.
I need some new pussy.
His words run through my head. Oh my God, they are going to rape me
before they kill me, all five of them.
I start to run my hands frantically over the metal that encases me. How
do you get out of a car trunk? Is there a latch?
“Help!” I scream. “Help me,” I call out as I slam my open hands on the
roof. The car slows down. Shit! My eyes widen.
Is this it? I pant as I listen to their movements and I hear the whirl
of the traffic lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static,
stuck in traffic.
I start to bang on the roof with force. “Help me!” I scream. I lift my
legs and try to push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang
frantically on the ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner
of the carpet. Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear
back the carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being
kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll come back there and shut you up,” a male voice
growls from inside the car.
My eyes widen. Oh, he sounds scary. I really begin to freak out. I have
to get out of here. Now.
I struggle to open the toolbox in front of me in the dark, but
eventually it flies open in a rush and a tire iron flings back, hitting me
straight in the nose.
“Ah, fuck!” I scream.
Ouch, that fucking hurt. The impact brings tears to my eyes and I clutch
my face. Oh, crap, I think I broke my own nose. I grab the tire iron and hit it
on the roof with all of my strength. The impact makes it ricochet back and hits
me straight in the eyebrow.
“Ahh!” I scream again. I feel a hot trickle run down the side of my
face. If they don’t kill me I am doing a good job of it myself here.
I keep banging the tire iron on the roof. This has got to be gaining
some kind of attention. “Help me,” I yell. “Someone… call the police. Help.”
The car speeds up and I am flung to the back of the trunk. The lights
change, the car flies around the corner, and I go flying, sending the tools
scattering throughout the trunk so they hit me. The driver turns a right like a
maniac and I slide and hit my head against the side.
“Fucking assholes,” I scream, and I hear them all laugh inside the car.
Then the vehicle flies around a left corner and I go sliding again. I can hear
the tires screeching as the car races down the street.
I’m going to die. Oh God, I’m going to die. I try to grip onto the metal
roof to stop myself from hitting the edge, but I can’t, and as the car flies
around the corner I crumple into the hard metal end of the trunk. The tools are
flying around and hitting me. Shit. I feel around frantically for the tire iron
again. I may need it, but I can’t find it, and my hand feels around the
carpeted floor.
Where are you? Where are you?
I bend and feel along the other end of the trunk and finally feel the
cold hard metal. My heart is racing as the car races out of control. I need a plan,
but what is the damn plan?
Think.
I clutch the tire iron in my hand with white-knuckle force as I try to
stop myself from flying around. Whoever opens the trunk is getting knocked out
with this fucker. My thoughts cross to Oprah and her sound advice to never go to the second location. I don’t
remember much from Oprah, but I do know that she said never go to the second
location if being kidnapped—fight like hell to escape because they are going to
kill you as soon as you get there.
Oh God, this is great.
I’m already in the fucking car on the way to the second location. I
begin to get mad, like, furious mad. How dare they? I’ve had a really fucking
bad night and I’m not in the mood for this shit. After about twenty minutes and
sixty attack plans, the car slows down and goes over speed bumps.
Where are we?
Adrenaline starts to pump through my blood.
Speed bumps are in parking lots… So that must mean we are in a deserted
parking lot.
The car stops and the men go silent. I close my eyes, knowing this is it.
Holy shit.
My heart is hammering and I grip the tire iron in one hand and the car
jack in the other. If I’m going to die tonight, someone is coming with me. I
wriggle around so my feet are facing the opening, and I pull them back towards
my chest. I can hardly breathe, I’m so scared. I hold my weapons in my hand and
wait. The car doors open and the whole car lifts as the men get out.
Where are we?
I hear them begin to talk as if I have been totally forgotten about and
another sickening thought crosses my mind. What if they just leave me in here?
What if I just die a slow death in the car from no water or food? Oh my
God.
What do I do? What do I do?
I stay quiet for five minutes as I try to think until I can’t stand it
any longer.
Screw this. I am not dying alone in the trunk of a car in a deserted
parking lot. I put my tire iron down next to me on the floor and I bang on the
trunk lid. “Help me. Let me out,” I call.
The men go silent.
“Just get her out and let her go,” someone says.
“I will be having some fun first,” another answers.
I can’t understand what is said next but they all laugh out loud and I
grip the tire iron in my hand.
Assholes.
I pull my legs back, and as the trunk is opened I kick out with all my
might and connect my feet with a man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I jump
out of the trunk and one man comes at me. I swing the tire iron as violently as
I can and hit him hard in the head, watching as he falls away. The other men
all laugh at their two friends on the ground. Another man comes at me and I
swing the car jack as hard as I can and cut his face open.
Then I run.
As fast as I can, I run across the cement. It’s dark and we are in a
parking lot that seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the
seagulls. I run with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn
high-heeled shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.
“Get off me,” I scream as I fight and kick. One man hits me across the
face and they struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip.
They are too strong.
They drag me up from the ground, one on each arm, as I kick my legs out
and wrestle to try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness,
guiding me back to the car.
One man has his t-shirt off and is holding it up against his face to try
and stop the bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.
One man is leaning on the car watching me intently.
I glare at him and he smirks back.
“Let me go!” I yell as I try to break the gorilla grip the two men have
on me. I bend down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man
on my left, hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The
distraction lets me rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the
face. The man who I hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them
hold me down.
“You’re coming with us, bitch.”
“She’s going to be fun to break in.” The man on my left laughs.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I kick him in the balls again.
He doubles over in pain and the man leaning against the car laughs out
loud.
My eyes glance over to him. He’s tall, scary looking, and the other men
all seem to be looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like
them. He’s clearly the alpha of the group.
Their leader.
He smirks as he watches me and lights a cigarette as if thinking and
shakes his head.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” He sighs.
I kick out and connect with the other man’s shin, he cries out. “I’m
going to fucking bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking
doing with her?” he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking
control.”
The tall man takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes dropping to my feet
before rising back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”
I shake my head and start to fight. “Like fuck you will,” I scream as I
kick out.
His eyes hold mine, and he smiles darkly and takes another drag of his
cigarette. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.
Fear runs through me. I start to go animalistic and fight like hell.
“Get the cloth,” he says to the two the other man standing next to him.
The guy disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two
men on either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my
face as I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.
“No.” I scream as I try to move my head out of their reach. I can’t get
away from the black cloth that smells like chemicals.
I struggle.
I fight.
I feel faint.
I lose consciousness.
I wake as a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach and I go to wipe the
perspiration from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.
Huh? I pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see
it is tied to a post.
I struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.
Oh my God.
I’m naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.
My eyes flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the
tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He
is looking through my wallet from my handbag.
What the fuck?
I start to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle
my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.
He ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and
reads it.
“Roshelle Meyers,” he murmurs.
“Get out of my things,” I snap.
He glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me
on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers
through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies
dryly, arching his brow.
My eyes close. Oh God. I don’t remember.
Shame fills me.
“Let me go,” I whisper as tears escape and roll down my cheeks.
His hand travels slowly up my torso. He cups my full breast and then
bends and takes it in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.
I screw up my face and shake my head. “Please… stop it. Please, I beg.
What do you want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”
He bites my nipple hard and I gasp in pain.
“I haven’t started to have fun yet,” he whispers coldly.
“Untie me. Please, untie me,” I beg.
He shakes his head as he runs his fingers back toward my sex and slides
them through my lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have
I had sex
? “Did you…?” I hesitate.
His dark eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”
My eyes widen in horror.
He bends and kisses my sex and I buck off the bed to try and get him off
me.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers.
“A sweet smelling pussy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t
resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.”  He
lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as
his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing
straight.” He sneers.
I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face
and drags my eyes to meet his.
“I’m the boss here.”
I glare at him.
“You do what I want, when I want.”
“Like fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.
 He smiles an evil smile. “If what
I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not
fucking yours.”
I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.
“Go to Hell,” I whisper.
“I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”
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Ghost in His Eyes by Carrie Aarons

 

Title: Ghost in His Eyes
Author: Carrie Aarons
Genre: Contemporary Second Chance Romance
Release Date: April 23, 2017
Blurb
He was as magnetic as a deadly hurricane to the shore.
Carson Cole was my first love. The boy I’d shared my whole self with.
He was the man who’d taken the other part of my soul and drowned it in the sea we’d grown up in.
And now he’s back. Ten years later, and the demons of our past are still haunting every breath trapped between us.
She was as wild as the horses who owned the beach highways we drove down.
Blake Sayer was the beautiful daredevil who had me wrapped around her finger from the time we were seven.
Until a horrible accident stole every piece of joy from her life.
Ten years later, she’s a shell of the girl she once was, and it’s all my fault. The whispers of our history shackle her to the island I left behind.
Just like lost years and unspoken words, love had slipped from our fingers like grains of sand. We’d barely made it out alive last time, was it even possible to reconstruct the shattered pieces of us?
Review by Paula:
A second chance romance full of angst and heartbreak and finding your soulmate again. Carson, Blake and Joel the three amigos until tragedy happens and Carson leaves and eventually comes back ten years later. Blake will she ever forgive Carson? Will Carson finally stay strong and prove to Blake that they belong together? Very emotional story that had me crying, gasping and eventually laughing and smiling. Death blinds us but eventually we open our eyes and see the truth that lies in front of us all along. 5 Stars
Review by Susan:
I’ve read a few books by this author and her writing just gets better and better! This book tells Carson and Blake’s story, childhood sweethearts and best friends. They had the world at their feet when tragedy rips them apart, both survive the next ten years in totally different ways. Blake spends the time drowning in grief, a shadow of her former self, she has cut herself off from the outside world and lives a solitary life. Carson goes off to college and never sets a foot back in town until his dad asks him to return to run the family business. Can Carson break down the walls surrounding Blake’s heart? Can Blake forgive Carson and the past to let him back in? You will have to read to find out!!
I felt so sorry for Blake, you could feel her pain radiate from the pages, but when she’s with Carson you can feel the love between them. I loved that we got glimpses of the past, we get to see how they meet and watch their love blossom. This a second chance love story, it has some angst but a lot of love too. Another great read from this author.  5 Stars
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Author of romance novels such as Red Card and the Captive Heart Duet, Carrie Aarons writes sexy, swoony and sarcastic characters who won’t get out of her head until she puts them down on a page.
Carrie has wanted to be an author since the first time she opened a book. She loves spinning tales that include dapper men, women with attitude, and the occasional hunky athlete.
When she isn’t in what her husband calls a “writing coma”, Carrie is freeing up her jam-packed DVR, starting her latest DIY project, or planning her next travel adventure. She lives in New Jersey with her husband, who is more than happy to watch sports while his wife plots love stories.
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