Saturday, November 30, 2013

Release Day Event: Sail Away with Me by Kate Deveaux

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Before Jody Carter and her three best friends ever set foot aboard the luxury cruise ship, Jody falls into the arms of uber hunky celebrity guest Taggart Keith, when he saves her shoe from falling to the depths of the sea. Their attraction is undeniable, but the recently divorced single mom knows the last thing she needs is to complicate her life in just seven short days. But that’s exactly what happens when Jody throws caution to the wind for once in her life and gives into a week of sensational pleasures. Taggart helps her discover her more sensual side — one tantalizing night at a time.

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Kate Deveaux is a contemporary erotic romance writer and die-hard romantic. A former wedding planner, she has always been “in love” with love! Kate is currently working on several fictional stories – each filled with sexy romance, heroines who are no shrinking violets and heroes who make your heart skip a beat. She is a member of Savvy Author, Romance Writers of America (RWA) and their erotic romance chapter, Passionate Ink. Kate currently resides with her husband in Arizona.

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Cover Reveal: Vegas to Varanasi by Shelly Hickman

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By Shelly Hickman
Romantic Comedy
Date Published - 12/1/2013

Anna has never been the beautiful one; she’s always been the nice one. So when the gorgeous man sitting across the table at a wedding reception remembers her from high school—and quite fondly at that—she’s taken off guard. Formerly overweight and unpopular, Kiran has never forgotten Anna, the one person who was kind to him when no one else could be bothered, and Anna’s a bit flustered as she slowly comes to grips with his intense attraction for her. In what feels like a romantic dream come true, all-grown-up, hunky Kiran invites Anna on a trip to Varanasi. But her troubled, whack-a-do ex-boyfriend starts interfering, creating drama at every turn, which begs the question, “Can nice girls really finish first?”


As I take a sip from my glass, the most stunning couple sits down at our table. I can’t decide who is more attractive. The woman reminds me of a movie star from old Hollywood, with wavy auburn hair that cascades down her shoulders and milky white skin I’m sure has never seen a pimple in its life.
The man? My God, he takes my breath away! I have to avert my eyes because when I look at him, I just want to grin like an idiot, he’s so beautiful. 
I once had this same reaction when I was in college and had to take a summer geology class for a random science credit. I was not looking forward to the class because the study of dirt and groundwater doesn’t exactly excite me. However, when the instructor, a grad student, walked in, I got a big, stupid grin on my face because he was so cute. 
That guy in no way compared to the specimen sitting across from me now. He looks Indian. Dark skin, luscious black hair with just a touch of grey, and the most amazing, sea green eyes. They might be the same color as mine, actually, but with my coloring, they’re nothing special. On him . . . holy hell!
I must be forgetting to avert my eyes because Luke’s voice jars me. “Anna!” he whispers. “You do realize that you’re psychotically staring at that guy, don’t you? Because I’m pretty sure he notices.”
The heat rises to my face, and I raise my glass to polish off my champagne. The man smiles politely at my show of bad manners.
No one else is seated at the table with us, so Luke offers introductions. “Hello, I’m Luke and this is Anna.” 
“I’m Kiran, and this is Miranda,” the man replies. Miranda offers a curt nod, but is clearly bored with us already.
“It’s nice to meet you both,” Luke says.  “So how do you know the newlyweds?”
The waiter returns to fill their glasses. “I’m not a fan of champagne,” Miranda says as she pulls a compact out of her Coach wristlet. “Could I have an amaretto sour?”
“Thank you,” Kiran says to the server, before he addresses Luke’s question. “I’m friends with the family of the groom, for about fifteen years now.”
He must have grown up in the States, because I detect no accent when he speaks. “So you’ve known Jacob since he was a boy then. I hope you can vouch for his character,” I tease. “Luke and I have known the bride’s mother, Julia, since high school.”
“Her daughter made a good choice,” he confirms solemnly, as if I were being serious.
The waiter returns with Miranda’s drink and she takes a sip. “I don’t know what this is, but it’s not a vodka sour.” She sets the glass down in a huff.
“I’m sorry, ma’am. I thought you said amaretto sour.” The waiter glances at each of us nervously.
“Well, clearly you thought wrong. Would you please get it right next time?” She then wrinkles her nose at me and smiles.
A roaring fills my ears, and I squeeze Luke’s knee to keep from saying something. He puts his hand over mine and pats it.
Kiran leans over and whispers something in Miranda’s ear, and her smug expression turns to indignation. She says nothing in response, but shifts in her seat to create some distance between them.
“I’m very sorry, ma’am,” the waiter says as he collects her glass. “I’ll get that vodka sour.”
As he passes me I touch his arm to stop him. I put my hand against my mouth like I’m trying to be discreet, but make sure my voice is loud enough for her to hear. “She did ask for an amaretto sour.” 
I think Kiran stifles a chuckle.
“Whatever,” Miranda says.
Did she just say whatever?
Luke mutters under his breath, “Could she be any more horrible?”
“I don’t think so,” I answer at normal volume, looking straight at her with my fake smile. Then I make a show of taking the lip balm out of my Kohl’s Nine and Co. clutch, simply because I have the burning desire to repulse her with my mediocrity.
We continue to make idle chat, and the minute it comes up that Luke and I are not an item, Miranda makes it her mission for the evening to sink her claws into him, making me wonder about her relationship with Kiran. It isn’t long before the rest of the guests assigned to our table show, making it more difficult for Miranda to flirt. However, it doesn’t deter her from speaking over the couple between her and Luke. 
Luke plays along, and I know exactly what he’s doing. He’s leading her to believe there will be some sort of fruit for her efforts, and even asks her to dance. He’s good. Very good.
Kiran’s posture is relaxed and he doesn’t seem the least bit perturbed by Miranda’s behavior. In fact, he seems amused. We exchange polite smiles, and he points to Luke’s empty seat, asking if it’s okay to sit there. I nod in agreement.
“Before I forget,” I say as he takes the seat beside me, “Would it be really out of line for me to ask what you said to Miranda after the amaretto sour incident?” Oh, wow. I realize I’m on my fourth glass of champagne, giving me the gumption to ask questions that are none of my damn business.
“No, it would not be out of line at all.” Geezus. Those eyes. “All I said was there was no reason to be unkind.”
“Thank you!” I hold up my knuckles for a fist bump. “You, sir, rock!”
He seems a little uncertain of what I’m doing at first, then smiles and returns a fist. Sheesh. Even his teeth are perfect.
“Well, as long as I’m being, let’s face it, really, really nosy, why don’t you seem to be upset that she’s all over my ex-husband?” Yeah, I’m definitely feeling the champagne.
“Ah.” He looks back in her direction; she is now inappropriately close to Luke on the dance floor. “This is a blind date. A friend of my mother has been bugging her about setting me up with her daughter. I’ve never even met her before tonight, but it didn’t take long to discover we weren’t going to hit it off.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You don’t remember me, do you?” 
That was a quick change of subject and my faculties are a bit dulled. I pinch my eyebrows together. “I’m sorry?”
“From high school. You don’t remember me.”
I’m pretty sure I have a look of panic on my face because apparently all night I’ve been speaking to someone I knew in high school, and I don’t even have the decency to remember him.
“I’m sorry,” I say for the umpteenth time, “but Kiran isn’t exactly a common name. I think I would remember . . . Wait. Now that I think about it, there was a Kiran in my English Lit class junior year, but he was this quiet, kind of pudgy . . . .”
Kiran smiles and raises his eyebrows before nodding ever so slightly. 
Inadvertently, I gasp and put my hand over my mouth. “No way!”
“You remember. You do remember me!” The pleasure in his voice surprises me.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to call you pudgy!” I. Am. Mortified.
“It’s okay, Anna. Actually, I was fat.” He takes another sip of champagne.
I can’t help but giggle at his directness. “No, no you weren’t. I admit I don’t remember a whole lot about you. You were soooo quiet! We did speak a few times though, didn’t we?”
“A few times. But do you know what I remember about you?” Briefly, he taps the top of my hand with his finger.
“Oh, God no.” I suck in some air between my teeth and scrunch up my face, praying it won’t be something embarrassing. “What do you remember?”
“There was this guy in our class, Mark. Big, muscle-bound jock.”
I roll my eyes. “Yes, and my pet name for him was asshole.” Kiran laughs and rubs his chin. I look over his shoulder to see Luke and Miranda slow dancing, and she’s girlishly fiddling with his tie. Boy, is she in for a surprise. I return my gaze to Kiran. “Sorry. Continue.”
“Mark was always making mean comments to me about my glasses, my weight.” I do sort of remember that. He sat behind Kiran, and I sat next to Mark. “Well, one day he was at it again, and you told him to give it a rest. And he said, ‘What about it? He’s a whale!’ Then you said, ‘And you’re a dick.’”
I nearly spit out my drink. I have no recollection of this incident. “I said that?”
“Yes. Yes, you did. And I had a huge crush on you from that day forward.” 
Oh, no he did-unt! This Adonis had a crush on me? Inconceivable! Yes, I know. He wasn’t an Adonis back then, but still . . . .

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Shelly Hickman

Living in Las Vegas since she was two, Shelly Hickman has witnessed many changes in the city over the years. She graduated from UNLV with a Bachelor of Art in 1990, and in her early twenties worked as an illustrator for a contractor for the Nevada Test Site. In the mid-90s, she returned to school to earn her Masters degree in Elementary Education. She now teaches computer applications and multimedia at a middle school in Las Vegas. She loves to write about people, examining their flaws, their humor, spirituality, and personal growth. Shelly lives with her husband, two children, and their dog, Frankie.

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Blog Tour: Lost In France by Jani Kay

Firebird Series: Lost in France

Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. Part 1 of 3 in the exciting new Firebird Series.


Author:   JANI KAY


Release Date: November 28th 2013 (TODAY)

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Lost in France is an erotic contemporary romance novel set in Paris, the city of Love and Romance. 

Offered a thrilling new job, Rebecca flees her tormented past, putting as much distance between herself and her ex-lover, wanting a fresh beginning in a foreign city. 

On the airplane she meets Alain, a dangerously handsome Frenchman, who seduces her with his charming European ways. But her new boss, super arrogant CEO, Maxwell Grant, doesn't like her entanglement with the Frenchman; he wants Rebecca to himself...

Rebecca hates her boss and tells him in so many words - a career limiting move if ever there was one... 

Is Rebecca jumping from one hotter-than-hell fire into another? And will she finally find what she is looking for? 


“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” His deep voice matched his muscular body.
I lifted a brow, an amused smile spreading across my face.
That was the oldest pick up line in the book. Even I knew that.
“You really want an answer to that?” I shoved my empty glass toward him.
“Only if you really want to tell me.” The emphasis on the word ‘really’ sounded strange in his heavy German accent.
“But otherwise, if you just want to talk to me about the weather, that’s fine too.” He grinned.
I came to the bar for a drink, to drown my sorrows. Not to pick up men.
“I don’t really care for the weather.” I smirked.
“So I see.” His blue eyes glistened as I knocked back the third shot of tequila he’d placed in front of me.
I squinted at his name badge. “Listen Kurt, I'm not here for therapy. Save that for some other fool.”
I shifted the empty glass back over the counter. “Be a good boy and fill her up again.”
“That will be your last tequila,” he said, one eyebrow raised. “Responsible serving of alcohol.” He shrugged. “I would have to take your keys away too if you were driving.”
I cursed under my breath.  Can't a girl just get drunk in peace?
“I'm walking,” I said as I slung back the fourth tequila, pulling a face as it burned down my throat.
“Good luck with that.” He gave me a knowing smile that didn’t reach his eyes.
Been there, Kurt?
“What can you serve me next?” I remained optimistic that I’d get another drink out of the broad-shouldered barman.
“How about water?” he asked, sarcasm lacing his voice.
“Water?” I spluttered, “That’s for fish.”
He laughed. “Yes, and fish don’t have hangovers the next morning.”
“Don’t you worry about my hangover.”
Who is he – my father?
“I can offer you a glass of white wine if you promise to drink it slowly –” His expression was deadly serious.
I cringed. Wine was the last fucking thing I wanted. It reminded me of a Frenchman I wanted to forget.  Of our times together.
“No wine.” I pouted like a spoilt brat.
“OK, I’ll make you my special concoction. You’ll love it.” He reached for the shaker on the counter. This looked promising.
“As long as it has hard liquor in it.” Was I slurring ever so slightly?
Taking a few bottles from the shelf, he poured  some of each into the shaker. I watched as he carefully measured one shot of vodka.
“That’s all the alcohol I get? You’re mean.” I wrinkled my nose. How was I going to get wasted if he wouldn’t give me more alcohol?
“You will thank me in the morning.”
“I doubt it.” I took a sip, detecting cranberry juice. Healthy too. What the hell. This is a bar, not a frigging health club.
“I can't give you another one for a while, so go slow –”
He left me to nurse my drink. Men! I rolled my eyes. They were all the same. Controlling – always telling me what to do.
Screw that.
The next guy I hooked up with would be on my terms. I’d be the one in control. I’d had my fucking heart broken one too many times. I was well and truly over serious relationships.
I stared into my glass. This ‘falling in love thing’ was just not for me. Maybe I was destined to be alone. There was a word for that. Spinster. At the ripe old age of twenty nine. ‘Old maid’ was what my mother would call it. She’d be disappointed if I didn’t produce the statistical 2.6 grandchildren she was looking forward too. Oh well, she had Chloe and Lily, my younger sisters to provide the grandma experience.
Count me out of this one. Fuck all men.
I grimaced as I finished the last of my drink and stared at my empty glass with longing. Kurt had said to go slow. Damn.

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I decided there was too much sex - lol. Also I had written the book in present tense initially and then changed the whole 70 thousand word document to past tense. Cray-cray!!

I feel his desire fire up again. Oh, hello Big Boy, that was a quick recovery!
“I want you, Rebecca,” he moans in my ear, “I can’t get enough of you!” I could tell. I feel his erection grow inside me. Slowly he starts moving inside me again, all the time looking directly into my eyes. This is SO intense, there is nowhere to hide. He possesses me one hundred percent. His eyes bore into my soul, as if he is looking for the answers there.
I respond by meeting his slow thrusts half way, pushing up at him eagerly. Suddenly he flips me over and I was on top of him, riding him. Now I was in control, I move faster, quickening the pace, looking forward to that explosion again. I could feel him, even deeper inside me than before. His hands cup my breasts and caress my nipples. I want to feel his mouth on me so I lean forward so he could take a full breast in his mouth. He gasps in surprise at my hunger for him and obliges by sucking hard. I let out a deep moan of pleasure and push as deep as I could go, his balls rubbing against me as I thrust forward.
“Oh Alain!” I cry out as I start convulsing, shattering into a million pieces as I come hard around him.
“Rebecca! Cherie!” he responds as he looks at my face and I thrust downward as hard as I could, milking him with my orgasm so he had no choice but to explode inside me again.
He tumbles me over again so I was crushed beneath his weight. “You are mine!” He growls, “Remember that always!”
This time we are both spent, and we lie holding one another for a long time. Then he gently picks my naked body up and carries me to the master bedroom – to his bed.
“Didn’t worry sleepy head,” he said, “I will let you sleep. For now!”” he promises with a naughty grin. He places me in his bed, still naked, and covers me gently with the duvet as he kissed my weary eyelids. Then he gets into bed behind me – we are spooning, his hand is holding mine. I drift to sleep with a smile on my face.

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She gets a sad look in her eyes when she thinks I'm not watching and I instantly feel my blood boil because I know she is yearning for him. It's at those moments when I can’t resist touching her in some sensuous way, to remind her that she is here with me and to force him out of her mind. I want to be the one she yearns to be with. I want to be the one invading her mind, body and soul.
Until I feel she is genuinely ready to let him go, I will not take her completely. I will be a patient man, even when it is extremely hard to control my wanting her. The vines have taught me that. Often the best wines are the ones that take a lot of patience to cultivate. It's the vines that struggle through adversity, like a drought, that give the finest and most cherished wines. They are ultimately the award winning wines.

At times when I had been ready to give up the struggle, to abandon my dream for a crop, that my patience was put to the ultimate test; those were the times that rewarded me most handsomely for my tenacity and patience. I think it is the same with anything that is worth having, including the love of my life. So I am prepared to do all that is required to see if she is the one that I have been waiting for all my life. The prize is worth waiting for.


Jani has been married for a long time to a special man, and her two children and their partners are the sunshine in her life. She is a voracious reader and would spend her last dollar on a book - always fascinated that for the mere price of a book, she can escape her world for a while and see through someone else's eyes.

Besides reading, her favorite 'thing' is traveling - she has traveled the world, learning about the ways people live and has come to the realization that no matter where we live, we all ultimately want the same things. Her hobby - Scrapbooking - keeps her up till way after midnight and her usual subjects are her family and her travels.

Ever since she can remember, Jani wanted to write stories about people, about their lives and loves. Relationships and Happiness - arguably the most difficult things to master in life and yet exactly what everyone ultimately desires (in her humble opinion).

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Blog Tour: No Turning Back by Casey Peeler



After getting involved with Dylan, the bad boy of the Dixon High Swim team, Charley

decides to stay close to home for college. It’s just safer that way. Later, she realizes it’s a

mistake, just like dating Dylan. She decides to put the past behind her and leave the small

hick town of Grassy Pond. There is only one problem; she makes this decision three
weeks before the fall semester begins.

Charley packs up her Honda and heads to Southern College. On the morning she’s about

to leave, Cash walks back into her life. He has been her best friend since they were four

and is the only one who knows the REAL Charley. She leaves her farm in Grassy Pond

with all kinds of “what if” questions.

Charley decides to live her college career to the fullest. She finds a great group of friends,

joins the swim team, and meets a guy named Joe. He’s got eyes that make ya wanna melt!

At college, she encounters a new problem. Charley has been away from home for only
forty-eight hours before she breaks the two promises she made to herself. Will she be
able to overcome her past? Find new love? What will happen with Cash now that he is
     back in her life? Will she find what she is wanting in Jackalope Joe? How will her first
     semester of college end? Joe, Cash, or alone?

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Hey, Char, while Cash ain’t in here. Where the hell am I staying tonight? I mean, I don’t

want to intrude on y’all.”

“Piper, you can stay in there because you know as well as I do nothing is going to

happen.” She looks at me like whatever.

About that time Cash opens the truck door and climbs in. We make our way to campus,

up the stoop, and into Kluft. I am exhausted and need a shower to recoup before Hank’s

tonight. As we reach the top step, I can hear Caroline, Tori, Georgia, Jenny, Anna, and

Cassie in hall. They are singing to “Thrift Shop”blaring over the radio and dancing like

fools in the hallway.

Cash glances at me, “Oh lawd, what have I got myself into?” I just shrug my shoulders

and pull him down the hall. All the girls take their turn putting moves on him, and of

course, Anna has something to say. “Hey, Cowboy, I ain’t ever rode a cowboy before.”

With a wink Cash answers back, “Sorry, Sweetheart, but I ain’t a cowboy. I’m a

homegrown country boy that only has eyes for one little lady,” as he stares into my blue


My review:
No Turning Back is a story of making life choices, putting yourself back together, freeing yourself from the past and being proud of your ancestory.

In simple words it's a testimony of a healing girl, finding a way to confront her fears, sticking with reliable and trusted choices, rather than winding up hurt.

As nice and exciting as some options can be, there are always consequences for being young, wild and reckless. 
Living life to its fullest, making mistakes, having fun. 
That's what Charley got to find out when getting involved with Dylan, the bad boy of the Dixon High Swim team, than with man candy Joe, after leaving her old life and good spirited, lifelong friend Cash behind.

Why is that? A few months before graduation she gets a feeling she needs to finish out her senior year on her own, to redefine herself without a guy in her life, so she breaks it off with Cash... and goes straight into the lion's den. But who is the real lion and who is just a pawn? 

Story with potential although little frustrating, lots of drama and typical for NA angst.

Author Bio:

Casey Peeler grew up and still lives in North Carolina with her husband and daughter.

Her first passion is teaching students with special needs. Over the years, she found her

way to relax was in a good book.

After reading Their Eyes Were Watching God by Zora Neal Hurston her senior year

of high school and multiple Nicholas Sparks’ novels, she found a hidden love and

appreciation for reading.

Casey is an avid reader, blogger (Hardcover Therapy,) and now author. No Turning

Back (Full Circle #1) is her debut novel releasing September 30th

Circle #2) will release spring 2014.

Her goal is to one day be an author who is recognized nationwide like Jamie McGuire,

Colleen Hoover, Tiffany King, and Amanda Bennett.

When Casey isn’t reading, you can find her listening to country music, spending the day

at the lake, being a wife and dance mom, and spending time with friends and family.

Her perfect day consists of water, sand between her toes, a cold beverage, and a great


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Friday, November 29, 2013

Release Day Blitz: Two Thousand 3: A comatose memoir by FX Scully

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Book Title: Two Thousand 3: A comatose memoir 
Author: FX Scully 
Genre: New Adult Novella 
Release Date: November 30, 2013 


If you could turn back the clock, what would you change? Who would you choose? Reese Clarke is sports agent, extraordinaire. With an impressive client list, she’s on the fast track to becoming partner at her Seattle-based firm, and is engaged to the first-round draft pick, and the firm’s bread and butter, Neil Baxter. Then everything comes crashing down. Neil cheats on her. She has a bitter reunion with a sexy ex. And gets hit by a car. All in the same damn day. When she wakes up, twelve years in the past, she doesn’t know how she got there, or how to get out. Confusion grows to pleasure, then quickly spirals to anger as Reese struggles to find her way back home. All the while being forced to relive her greatest love affairs—one ex a time. But older and wiser Reese soon realizes she’s been given a break—a chance to do things differently this time around. An opportunity to track down the one who got away.


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F.X Scully spends her days advising men in tights. She loves turtles, romance and things of the past. In the evenings, she writes smut and drama for those who love it and those who pretend they don’t. Her free time is spent taking walks in the rain, scouring thrift shops for classic pieces and sipping vintage wine.  

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Blog Tour: Wake Up Call by Victoria Ashley

Title: Wake Up Call
Author: Victoria Ashley
Publication: August 8, 2013


My heart stopped and suddenly it was hard to breathe. His voice always had that effect on me. It was like poison slowly running through my veins killing me bit by bit. Like a drug that I couldn't get enough of even though I was almost down to my last breath.

Jace took a step forward and grabbed my hand. He slowly trailed his fingers over my face and backed me into the wall. My heart stopped again if that was even possible. "You can't leave," he whispered. "I need you." His warm breath kissed my lips as he bit his bottom lip and placed both of his hands around my face. They were warm and soft to the touch. Too big for my fragile face, although I wanted to bury myself in them. "Breathe. There is no one here but the two of us. Breathe," he whispered.

Avery Hale had spent her whole childhood abused by her drunken, hopped-up parents. Broken from a lifetime of hate and pain she grew up realizing that trust and love just didn't exist. Not in her world at least. After turning the age of eighteen, she packed up and moved far away determined to escape her hurtful past and start a new life. Once on her own she comes to the conclusion that the emptiness still exist. Doing what she had to to survive she found herself mixed up in exotic dancing and meaningless sexual relationships unable to feel anything, for anyone. She was sure that her life was worthless and there was nothing left for her. On the other hand, so she thought. 

After meeting a beautiful stranger, jace, her life suddenly is turned upside down. Everything that she truly believed suddenly gets questioned and then she is left to figure out if there is really more to her than she could ever have imagined. Jace, having some secrets of his own puts the pain of his own past behind to do what he can to help Avery.Can the love of another broken person be enough to help Avery, or is she already too far gone? 

Avery's life is pulled in many directions as she tries to find herself, and not everyone and thing is what they seem to be in this story of love, trust and opening up. Finding herself and learning to love herself might just be the hardest thing she's ever had to do.


      I jumped back startled as the bathroom door swung open to Jace standing there in his tight boxer briefs. A sight I had grown used to.
       He looked me up and down, his body covered in sweat, as he fought to catch his breath. I didn't understand what he was doing and it made my heart race.
      “Jace, what are you doing in here?” I took a step toward the door to escape but he grabbed a hold of my wrist stopping me in my place. My heart sped up and my breathing became heavy. "Jace."
       He looked me dead in the eye and without saying a word; he picked me up and sat me on the edge of the sink. He gripped my face and roughly pressed his lips against mine, causing me to moan. His lips were soft and sweet, just as I had imagined. Although, I wouldn't admit it. Not even to myself.
      The taste was too overwhelming, causing my whole body to shake as he gently ran his fingers through my hair and pressed his body in between my legs. I could feel his hands trembling as he placed them on the inside of my bare thighs while sucking my bottom lip.
      Suddenly, he pulled away and we both sat there panting and fighting for breath. His eyes were unreadable as he looked me in the eye and shook his head. My body leaned forward involuntarily, and it almost felt as if I were falling off the sink. I braced myself, pulling myself upright again.
      "Jace…" I breathed.

      He slowly backed away from me and placed his head in his hands. "Shit! I'm sorry, Avery," he said softly. "I don't know what came over me." He turned around and left me sitting on the sink, half-naked and confused.

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Victoria Ashley is an author from Rockford, IL. She wrote her first novel in 2011 after finding an app on her phone that allowed writers to upload their own work. After finding her passion in writing she then moved on to publish her first novel Wake Up Call, which has been viewed over thirteen million times on that website and plans to continue working hard to publish more in the near future. 

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