The Best Mistake * Author Bethany Shaw * Cover Reveal * December 15-16, 2014

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The Best Mistake

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December 15-16, 2014

Author Bethany Shaw

Contemporary New Age Romance

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Releasing December 20, 2014

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No. No. No. Olivia didn’t have one-night stands. But she can fix it. All she has to do is sneak out undetected and forget the whole thing ever happened. Wrong. Luck is not on her side.

 Derrick can’t believe it when he wakes up alone after the best night of his life. He’s supposed to be the one to slip away in the middle of the night. But Olivia wasn’t his typical pickup—she was different. Now she’s gone, and he has no idea if he’ll see her again. Lucky for him, she might be closer than he realizes.

 Finding her is easy, convincing her that they should be a couple—not so much.

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Chapter One

Olivia blinked her eyes open, slowly taking in the dimly lit room. The beige walls and bright carpet sent a chill up her spine. I’m in a hotel. She froze, her heart beating rapidly as the events of last night quickly played through her head. The bed groaned and shifted beneath her. She clutched the crisp white sheets in her hand as she sat up. Her eyes flew to the half-naked, or was he totally naked man next to her. The red and gold comforter pooled around his hips, giving her a good view of his toned back. Four long red marks trailed down his left shoulder. Are those scratches? Did I do that? Yes. Oh my god. What did I do?

Swallowing, she quietly eased out of bed, keeping the sheets pressed against her bare chest. The sheets caught and the man stirred, rolling to his side. Olivia cringed, holding her breath as she stared, praying the man didn’t wake. His eyes stayed shut. She let out a relieved breath and ran her free hand through her long chestnut locks. I need to get out of here before he does wake up.

Her eyes lingered on his face a moment longer. Stubble adorned his jaw. His cocoa hair was mussed as if someone had run their fingers through it all night long. Yeah. You did. She flinched at the reminder.

Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. I don’t even know this guy. Do I even know his name? One-night stands weren’t her thing. And she couldn’t even blame it on liquor. She hadn’t been drunk—or even drinking.

But she had been emotional and clearly stupid. No more solo trips out for dinner. I can’t trust myself.

Stop thinking about last night. Find your clothes and get out of here before he wakes up. Holy crap, what if he wakes up before I’m gone?


Olivia swallowed as she shifted on her feet. Did she drop the sheet or try to tug it out from under him? Her fingers curled around the edges tighter. Before you do anything, find out where your clothes are. Her eyes flitted over the bright blue and gold carpet in search of her garments. Her shirt and bra were a few feet away, her jeans and panties a few feet further, and her shoes and purse were a few feet from the door. She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. Then dropped the sheet and ran through the bedroom, scooping up her clothes. She hopped on one foot as she slid her jeans on and buttoned them. Then she tugged her sweater over her head, suppressing a curse as a button snagged her hair. She twisted in an attempt to assess the damage. A thick lock of hair was wound around the clear button. Seriously? Come on.

Olivia mumbled under her breath as she hurriedly untangled her hair. Dressed, she picked up her flats and purse, and tiptoed to the bedroom door.  She turned, taking one last look back at him. Derrick. His name was Derrick. Last night had been fun and he did seem like a nice guy.

But she was too ashamed and embarrassed at what she had done to stick around. Not to mention, wouldn’t it be awkward? What would they say to each other? What if he expected her to be gone? She shuddered. Leaving was the best solution.

Olivia bit her lip, carefully opening the door. The door squeaked and she cringed, stealing a fleeting look at the bed. Her pulse roared in her ears. Please don’t wake up. Derrick didn’t budge. She held her breath, pulling the door open far enough for her to slip through. Once the door was open she eased into the hallway.

A relieved breath escaped her lungs as she closed the door behind her. She leaned against the cool door for a moment while she gathered her wits. After a long moment, her racing pulse calmed and she set her flats on the floor and slid her feet into her shoes.

Then she dug into her purse and pulled out a small brush and hair tie, quickly pulling her tousled brown locks into a ponytail.  At least this way, the only people who would know she was doing the walk of shame would be her roommates. Please let it be late enough that they won’t be home. If they were home, she would have to deal with their questions. At least she didn’t live with her parents. She could only image what her mother would say.

Focus on getting home, Olivia, she chided herself.

Olivia rushed down the stairs and out onto the busy street. She bit her lip as she assessed her location. Having gone to school at Patterson University for the past three years, she knew the area well. It only took her a short minute to figure out where she was and where the closest train station was.

Hiking her purse up on her shoulder, she walked briskly down the street, nodding her head at the occasional passerby. Judging by the pink hue of the sky, it was still early. She could go home shower and spend the rest of the day in bed with a quart of ice cream and sappy movies.

After yesterday, she needed a day to herself.


     Olivia slid her key into the lock and twisted the knob, letting herself into her apartment.


She looked up at the sound of her name and suppressed a groan.  Her roommate, Elena, was sprawled across the couch.

“Didn’t you wear that yesterday?” Elena asked, quirking her brow up in question as she smiled. “You and Tyler are back together?” She sat up, tucking her legs underneath her as she studied Olivia closely.

Olivia sighed. I’m so busted. “I wasn’t at Tyler’s,” she said meekly, avoiding Elena’s wide chocolate eyes.

“Wait. What?” Elena said, standing up. “Where were you?”

“I had lunch with Tyler,” she started.  “It started out okay, and then he started planning our future again and I just got so mad,” she clenched her fists tightly as she recalled the conversation. “I don’t know why he thinks I should just drop everything and move across the country. I still have a whole year left of school. And he just assumes I’m going…” she vented, shaking her head. “Anyway, I wandered around downtown for a while and ended up at Louie’s. I got talking to this guy and went home with him,” she admitted as she slumped down in the plush green lounge chair.

“Olivia that isn’t like you. Were you drinking? Did he take advantage of you?” Elena asked worried.

“I wasn’t drunk. I didn’t have anything to drink. I don’t know why I did it. I mean, I guess I do. He was nice and we got to talking—he was really easy to talk to. He was pretty hot too. He had dimples, and oh God his stubble was just right,” she said, closing her eyes, and bringing his face back into her mind. “And the sex was…” she trailed off unable to find a word worthy of describing it.

“Olivia,” Elena gasped. “What about Tyler? Are you sure you two are really over? I know things are bad now, but you have been together for years.”

“I don’t see how I can be with some one who won’t even talk to me before making life changing decisions,” she sighed. “If he’s acting like this now, how will he be when we’re married?” she voiced her concerns out loud.

     Elena nodded in understanding and gave her a sympathetic look. “I know how happy you two are…were. Is there no way you can work through it?”

“The only reason he invited me out yesterday was to try and convince me again to move with him. Seriously, who does he think he is? He accepts this job without even talking to me about it, and expects me to move with him. Oh, and he was sure to mention how hard I’ve been working to get my degree. Do you want to know what the kicker is?” she didn’t wait for Elena to respond. “He said I could drop out of school and he would support the two of us. Who does he think I am? I have worked too damn hard to get to where I am to just sit idly by the pool everyday.”

“Ok,” Elena said, slowly, shaking her head her brown hair cascading over her shoulders. “You’ve been together for what three years now? You don’t just go out and sleep with a random stranger a few days after you break up. That isn’t like you Olivia,” she said, worriedly. “And really. I would love it if a man told me not to work.”

Olivia scoffed. Maybe Elena would love that life, but she found it downright insulting. “Please. I don’t want to be dependent on anyone. And like I said, I didn’t mean to sleep with him it just happened.”

“Still, Olivia, it’s not like you to sleep around like that. Even if things are bad with Tyler, this is out of character for you. Are you sure everything is okay? Nothing happened to you?”

Olivia looked at Elena seriously. “I’m fine. Yes, I acted irrationally, but I was in my right frame of mind. I don’t know how to describe it there was just something about him…Derrick. I felt like I could talk to him about anything. And things have been off with Tyler for a while. Last night was just a breaking point. But it was a one-time thing. It’s not happening again,” she assured her friend. “I mean, I snuck out this morning and didn’t leave a number and I don’t have his…” more than likely, she’d never see him again. It was probably for the best. It would give her time to focus on her studies. She only had one more year until she graduated and a dissertation paper to work on. Now wasn’t the right time to be starting a new relationship.

     Even if she wasn’t looking for a relationship with Derrick, she doubted she would forget him anytime soon. He had been funny and caring. And it helped that he’d been amazing in bed, but most of all there had been a connection—one that she’d never felt with Tyler. She shook her head. It didn’t matter it was a one-time thing. She needed to focus on school.


Derrick reached out for the brunette, hoping to continue what they had started last night. He’d had his fair share of women, but this one in particular, there was something about her. Maybe it was because he had actually talked to her before they’d had sex. Either way, last night was a night he wouldn’t soon forget.

His hand continued to fumble through the soft sheets in search of…Olivia. The sheets were cold—she wasn’t there. He frowned, opening his eyes so he could confirm her absence. She was definitely gone. When had she left? Could she possibly be in the bathroom?

Getting up, he tossed on a pair of boxers and trudged through the few feet to the bathroom. The door was open and the light off. She was gone. A feeling of dread filled him and he let out a long breath as he ran a hand through his matted cocoa hair. Since when had he become such a heavy sleeper? Probably around the time you had mind-blowing sex multiple times with a hot brunette. He didn’t do relationships, but he wanted to see her again—at least one more time. Perhaps she’d left her number.

His eyes roamed over the hotel desk and end tables. Nothing.


Author Biography



Bethany Shaw has lived in Ohio her entire life. She is happily married to her husband of nine years and together they have two wonderful children.

They also share their home with three dogs and two cats.

Most of the time, she has at least one of her pets by her feet while she writes. Writing has always been a passion of hers and she is thrilled to pursue her dreams.

She enjoys reading romances, young adult and fantasy.

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Life’s A Cappella


Publication Date:November 15, 2013



I want to tell you how great my life was. How I lived without regrets. With constant laughter. Without any tears. I want to tell you how I lived each moment to the fullest. How each breath I took was fresh and full of life. With eagerness. Without any fear.
I want to tell you all of that, but then my story would be masked with lies and not worth telling.
My life didn’t start until I left my past. And I left everything. My mother, my friends, my name.
My new name, the name everyone knows me by is Erin Lewis.
Four years after finding the courage to leave her hometown in Alabama, Erin is finally happy with where her life has led her. Not only is she secure in her environment, but the relationships she has formed center her, making her forget how damaged she once was. Before she can fully settle into her new life, her past crashes into her present, unraveling a set of events that destroy the very foundation she has built her new life on.
I want to tell you how great my life was. How I lived without regrets. With constant laughter. Without any tears. I want to tell you how I lived each moment to the fullest. How each breath I took was fresh and full of life. With eagerness. Without any fear.
I want to tell you all of that, but then my story would be masked with lies and not worth telling.
The truth is I was born into a family in which the word “family” in and of itself was laughable. I never met my father and there are times I wish I would never have met my mother. Try as hard as she might, she never fully accomplished the task of ending her life. Which, really, was a shame. How much easier my life would have been if she had just ceased to exist.
While her anger was something to be reckoned with, the malice induced by her addictions was something that should be avoided altogether.
I learned at a very young age that home was not a place I wanted to be.
I should have stayed in my hometown in Alabama, pissing my life away until I wound up another statistic; pregnant with a fatherless baby. That should have been my story, but I never received that particular script, so I forged my way in my own manner.
My life didn’t start until I left my past. And I left everything. My mother, my friends, my name. Yes, my name. I will not tell you what my name used to be because it is irrelevant. That person should never have existed.
My new name, the name everyone knows me by is Erin Lewis. It is a name common enough so that I can blend, but bright enough so that I may shine. And that is what I want, to shine so brightly that the darkness of my past is but a small speck of dust.
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Life’s A Cappella…..the song that life sings for us, it changes day by day, as circumstances change. How we react to life and those circumstances depends on the music that we fill our life with. Whether it be a love ballad, or a dark song of heart ache and depression. Erin lived by the notes of different songs, letting the music flow freely through her veins enveloping her to live like a free-spirited phoenix. Although her young life had been scarred of turmoil and heartache, she refused to let that define who she is today, as she lived each day to the fullest, paving a new road in her new life. She had erased her past. She had new friends that she loved, and cherished, and was slowly beginning to fall in love. The record skipped and the song changed as did Erin’s life, dramatically. It takes overwhelming heartache and loss for Erin to open her eyes to see that no matter how far you run, your past is still there, lurking in the dark, but it’s the choices that you make, that determine your future.
A debut novel…such a surprise, for a beautifully written novel. Life’s A Cappella is absolutely captivating. From the beginning, I felt free, then sadness, heartache, and happiness. I could feel each of Erin’s emotions tug at my heart as I read Life’s A Cappella. Yessi Smith is a very creative author, tangling her love for music, with such a story. The story feels so real and authentic, it connects you to the character, as you feel every ounce of emotion with them and for them. I can’t wait to read more from this up and coming literary rock star!! – Author Silla Webb  (Amazon)


Yessi  will have you on an emotional rollercoaster. I  did some ugly crying reading this book. Erin just wants to forget the past that she left behind in Alabama and start her new life in Miami. With new best friends, well first best friends, she has learned a new life is what she needed. In life you never what is going to happen and it can always throw something at you to see if you will fail or succeed. Erin learns this all to well. With the loss of love and a friend you can only hope something.  Yessi will have you on an emotional rollercoaster. I did some ugly crying reading this book. Erin just wants to forget the past that she left behind in Alabama and start her new life in Miami. With new best friends, well first best friends, she has learned a new life is what she needed. In life you never what is going to happen and it can always throw something at you  to see if you will fail or succeed. Erin learns this all to well. With the loss of love and a friend you can only hope something good will happen but when that ray of hope comes in a tiny package do you know what you would do. Do you fight like Hell for what you want or back down? Erin doesn’t know how to back down so she decides it’s time to fight like Hell for what she wants but is it to late to start the fight. I hope you all enjoy this book as much as I did. This is a great debut book for Yessi and I can only hope there is going to be more from her!
  Natalie  rated it 5 of 5 stars  Nov 27, 2013 (Goodreads)

This is a really touching story of Erin, a young woman who left her old life behind her.
She is finally settled into her new life. She has made good friends & is in a relationship, and is trying very hard to forget her old life.
Then tragedy hits & she is thrown back into her old life. Erin then has to face her demons to go forward into a completely new life.
This story tackled a very sad topic very well, not too over the top, but with just enough detail to touch you.
I found myself very emotional, crying & laughing.
This is a really good read.

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About the Author
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I’m a Hispanic living in South Florida with my redneck husband from Texas and our “half breed” son, who is actually the reason I started writing again after years of celibacy. My son loves stories, but not the kind you can read in an existing book. No, he’d rather make up a story, complete with our own illustrations. So, thank you, Son, for igniting a flame I had let go out. I also live with two dogs: a neurotic Border Collie we call Nitro and a midget Rottweiler named Nisa. I  have always found my sanctuary at the beach and in music and writing. I wish I could write rhymes so I could become a famous rapper, but rhyming is completely lost on me. I have a Bachelor’s degree in Business Management and a Master’s in Human Resource Management. I have held several jobs, from picking up dog crap to upper management positions. And now I am hoping to leave the business world behind so I can live full time in a world that does not exist until I place my fingers on a keyboard and bring them to fruition.
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THE 12 NA’S OF CHRISTMAS .99 Cent Sale! Brave by Zoe Dawson and GIVEAWAY


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The novellas written by the 12 NA’s of Christmas will be on sale beginning December 1st! From December 1st-11th, each day one of the novellas will be highlighted around the book community. Today, the novella spotlight is Brave by Zoe Dawson. Check out the excerpt and enter the giveaway!

You can buy any of the 12 NA’s of Christmas titles on Amazon.



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In the season of hope, in the season of giving…

How far would you go for your friend?

Alissa Thompson has been the good girl her whole life. Her uninterested parents don’t understand her hopes and dreams. But this Christmas when her steadfast childhood friend Charlie needs her more than ever, she can’t back down. Crossing the line means being braver than she has ever been in her life. It means changing and growing and taking a stand.

Dakota Gray was brave in the face of debilitating fear. But he lost himself in that blood soaked day and has shunned everything he once knew. Now shattered and broken, he hides out in isolation, his wounds beyond healing. His heart closed, his emotions buried, he’s a man on the edge of self-destructing. Little does he know that courage would be found in another searching for the strength to be brave.

Now snowbound in the Colorado Rockies one week before Christmas, Alissa thought this was about her journey and her friend, about setting him free. But from the moment she meets Dakota, she learns about what real bravery is all about. What real love is all about. But is the season enough, her courage enough, her love enough to heal this hero’s brave heart and in the end set herself free?



I was vibrating with the memory of her skin against mine. The sounds of her distress had triggered another flashback. It wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t meant to do it. But after four months of successfully keeping the flashbacks at bay, I’d had two in her presence in less than an hour. She’d only been worried about her own burden. I didn’t know what it was, but I recognized the sadness in her eyes. The loss of something precious.

But it was her scent that had brought me back, the glorious feel of her arms around me. None of this made sense, though. I barely knew her, but it was as if our hearts knew each other. I didn’t normally go in for that kind of crap, but it was true.

I closed my eyes thinking about how close her lips had been to mine. It had been such a long time since anyone had touched me. It had felt so good, so f**king great, but I couldn’t allow myself to get used to it. I’d come here for the isolation, to suffer alone with my failures and pain. No one was allowed to help me. I couldn’t bear it, no longer had the courage to try.

Seeking calm, I focused on getting Alissa’s dishes washed. I knew I had to touch her again and I didn’t want to. But she was injured. She couldn’t walk with her sprained ankle. She probably thought I didn’t want to touch her, but that wasn’t the real truth. I did want to touch her. I ached to. But once the snow stopped and she did what she came to do, she’d be gone. I’d be alone again. That didn’t hold as much appeal as it had only a few hours ago.

I bent down and slipped my arms around her, gritting my teeth as my senses stretched open painfully, like muscles that hadn’t been flexed in a long time. My whole being cried out for the comfort, for the simple human contact. I went down the hall adjacent to the kitchen to the spare room next to mine. I wanted her close, in case she needed me.

You can buy this book or any of the 12 NA’s of Christmas titles on Amazon.

About the Author

Zoe Dawson is the alter ego of Karen Anders, award winning, multi-published author. Her writing journey started with poetry and branched out into fiction. With a couple of college English courses under her belt, she penned a historical, then moved onto contemporary romance fiction. Today, she is happy producing romantic suspense, romantic mystery, and paranormal novels. The words feed her soul and the happily ever afters feed her heart.


About the 12 NA’s of Christmas:

The 12 NA’s of Christmas authors are Marquita Valentine, Zoe Dawson, Chelsea M. Cameron, Tiffany King, Breena Wilde, Sawyer Bennett, Magan Vernon, Sarra Cannon, A. Meredith Walters, Shelly Crane, and Addison Moore.


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Meet Author Lisa Suzanne

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He  Feels Trilogy

Book 1

How He Really Feels



Publication Date: May 17, 2013
Julianne Becker is desperately in love with her boss, Nick Matthews. She has daydreamed about him since the day she first met him a year earlier, but she is firmly stuck in the friend-zone until New Year’s Eve, when the game completely changes and she finds out how Nick really feels about her. They embark on a sexy affair that’s everything Julianne ever dreamed of… except she can’t tell anyone about it. What will happen if anyone finds out about their secret relationship? And how will her lifelong best friend, Travis Miller, react when Julianne begins a relationship with someone who isn’t him?
How He Really Feels is a novel that explores relationships and love between coworkers and friends.
*It contains some adult situations and is intended for mature readers.*
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My heart slammed into my ribs and then my eyes closed automatically as his lips brushed mine just once. Every nerve ending in my body was alight with electricity at our connection. He clutched me close against his chest in a quick embrace. “Happy New Year,” he murmured, his breath tickling close against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.”

“Everything in my life was insignificant until I met you, and now you are all that matters.” (-Nick)

“I see the way he looks at you, Julianne. It’s the same way I look at you.” (-Nick)

“He was definitely The One; he just didn’t know it yet.” (-Julianne)

“I started drinking coffee because I knew you went to the kitchen every morning to get a cup. And going to the kitchen meant that I would have a moment with you, just you, to look at you, to talk with you, just to be with you. But I felt like an idiot going in there without a reason, so I started drinking coffee.” (-Nick)


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I was headed home from another painful Christmas spent in California. After four nights in a hotel bed, I was ready for the familiar comforts of home. Josh had volunteered to drive, and for that, I was grateful. He knew better than anyone the emotional toll that spending time with my mother had on me, even if I was a little proud that I had finally stood up to her.

My mind had been on Julianne since the Christmas party. I was at an impasse. In my head, I knew that I could potentially be fired for having anything to do with her, but other parts of my anatomy were ruling this situation: for one, my heart. It sounded cheesy, but holding her against me for that one dance had been… perfection. Her hair smelled like peaches, and she was warm and soft in my arms as we swayed to the gentle beat of Adele’s “Someone Like You.” I felt like a fucking teenager with the raging hard-on that I got anytime she was in my general vicinity, and that dance we shared was no different. I had never reacted to a woman like that in my life, but this was Julianne Becker.

She was everything that I had ever looked for in a woman: beautiful, intelligent, creative, clever, and sexy as hell, but I wasn’t sure how to proceed. I had to be careful.

Both of our jobs depended on it.

I tried staying away from her, but I found that I just couldn’t. The more I worked with her, the more I realized that I was inexplicably drawn to everything about her. It was the air that surrounded her, the vibe she gave off. It sucked me in, and I had resisted it for nearly a year. But I was done. Josh and I had driven to California on Christmas Eve morning, the morning after the office Christmas party, and I admitted to him that I had danced with Julianne. He knew that I had been pining away for her for quite some time; I had to come clean with him when he kept trying to hook me up with his on-again, off-again girlfriend’s friends and I wasn’t interested in any of them.

I wanted Julianne thinking of me as much as I was thinking of her, so I sent her a text wishing her a Merry Christmas while Josh used the restroom at a rest stop on the way to my mother’s house. She texted me back: You, too :).

I sent her another text the next day with the same motive just after I had finished the formal dinner my mother’s chef served to us: I hope Santa was good to you.

Her reply came quick: He always is. Hoping you got everything you wished for, too. How could she possibly have any idea that she was everything I wished for?

I assumed she was busy with her holiday celebrations, which was fine as long as she wasn’t busy with some other guy. A pang of jealousy seared through me as I pictured Julianne dancing with her date at the Christmas party. The guy she was with had joined us at some of our happy hours before, but they didn’t seem like they were an item. Well, she didn’t seem like she was with him. I wasn’t sure that he felt the same based on the way he looked at her. But when I had asked her if she was seeing anybody just a few weeks earlier, she told me she wasn’t, and that was enough for me.

Josh and I were less than an hour from home when I pulled out my phone to text her again.

“How many is this?” he asked.

I glanced over at him. “What do you mean?”

“How many times have you texted her?”

“Today? This is the first.” It was amazing how well my brother knew me.

“Since the Christmas party, then.”

“Not enough.”

“Dude, you’re fucking pathetic. When are you going to do something about it?”

I sighed. As much as I hated to admit it, he was right. The asshole. Before I had a chance to think it through, I said, “New Year’s Eve.”

He took his eyes off the road for a moment to study me. I stared straight ahead.

“Seriously?” he asked, surprise in his voice.

Now it was a challenge from my brother. He and I took competition seriously, and I wasn’t about to back down now that I had said it. “Sure,” I said, my voice projecting a swaggering confidence that I didn’t actually feel. “Why the hell not?”

Got any New Year’s plans? I texted Julianne. I had to find out where she would be, and then I could formulate the best course of action. If she didn’t have plans, which I found hard to believe given her penchant for wine and hanging out with her friends, I’d just invite her out with me. Josh, my roommate Eric, and some of our buddies were hitting up West, a swanky bar in downtown Scottsdale close to a bunch of other bars.

“What did you text her?” Josh’s voice broke into my thoughts.

“I just asked what she’s doing for New Year’s.”



Rave Reviews

How He Really Feels is a novel that explores relationships and love between
coworkers and friends. It contains some adult situations and is intended for
mature readers.

Recent Praise for How He Really Feels

Suzanne you sure can write!!” – Elizabeth, Delighted Reader

“I found
myself completely lost in the story and hated when it had to come to an end…
Romantic and steamy, a perfect combo.” –Nikki S., Winding Stairs Book Blog

“I am a die hard romantic and the main character of Nick fulfills my
fantasy of a sweet, caring, and sexy book boyfriend to a ‘T’. Lisa Suzanne was
able to spin a love and lust filled storyline with so much feeling that my heart
felt like it was literally bursting out of my chest!” –Kelly, Kiss and Tell

“This author has an excellent way of using dialogue between the
characters. There are some books I read and I wonder if they ever have
conversation aside from the moans and groans they make in the bedroom. I like a
book that develops the characters relationship. I like it to tell me how the
characters developed passion for each other. I cannot wait for Lisa Suzanne’s
next book ‘What He Really Feels’.” –Emily, The SubClub Books Blog

“Did I
mention the sex scenes are super duper HOT??? I promise you won’t be
disappointed with this book. Great job for new author Lisa Suzanne.” – Donna, My
Sticky Pages Book Blog

“I feel the budding of a wonderful writer in our
presence.” –Desiree, The Book Bar

“First time author Lisa Suzanne has
written a steamy, entertaining contemporary romance… I enjoyed reading HOW HE
REALLY FEELS.” –Karen, Cocktails and Books Blog

(You can read them for yourself on Amazon)


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Book 2

What He Really Feels



He told her How He Really Feels and had his
heart broken. Now Travis Miller is trying to move on from the greatest
heartbreak of his life by getting out of town. But two nights before his big
move to California, Travis meets a mystery woman who grabs hold of his broken
heart and gives him hope that he can piece it back together.

Will Travis ever figure out What He Really Feels, or will he be stuck on his
first love forever? Will he find his happily ever after?

*What He Really Feels contains some adult situations and is intended for mature

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GORGEOUS POV POST: When Gorgeous and Tiger Meet

You know those days or weeks right after you break up with someone, even if you were the one to initiate the break-up? They’re tough on the heart, and I was in that place when I walked into Mahogany. I was in the “I’ll never love again” stage. I was hurt, because even though I had to break things off with my ex, break-ups were always difficult. I was even in the “I can’t even look at men right now” stage. Just the thought of getting back into a relationship scared the hell out of me.

So Sydney and her roommate Vanessa decided we needed a Girl’s Night Out. I was in; wine and friends and music were exactly what I needed. I borrowed a tall pair of black heels from Sydney and paired them with a skirt and a shimmery top.

We sat at a table and ordered red wine, and then Syd added on a Buttery Nipple shot for each of us. Once our shots arrived, Syd toasted: “To getting drunk enough to forget.” We held our shots in the air and tapped our glasses together, and then we each threw them back. It had been a few years since I’d done shots, and it tasted like college. But it slid down my throat sweetly, and I immediately wanted another.

We’d just finished our third shot when I glanced up toward the bar. My glass of wine was nearly empty and I hadn’t seen our waitress in awhile.

And then I saw him.

Once my eyes found him, I couldn’t seem to look anywhere else. He looked wild and untamable and ferocious and sexy, but at the same time, he looked like he was sweet and playful, and he was that perfect combination of hot and adorable all at the same time.

Just like a tiger. Fierce and cute.

The moment my eyes spotted that tall, sexy, hunk of a man, I felt the need to be the one to tame the ferocious tiger inside.

Something inside of me leapt back to life. Gone were whatever “stages” I found myself in. Gone were the tears and the heartbreak and the getting away.

The only thing on my mind once I spotted him was how I was going to get into his bed.

Once that thought hit my mind, I was at once shocked and relieved. I’d never, ever had a random sexual encounter. I was feisty, but I was a good girl. Yet looking at this man made me want to be a bad

girl. I’d never looked at a man that screamed “SEX” at me the way this one did, and this was all just looking at him across a bar from my table with Sydney and Vanessa. I hadn’t even made eye contact yet.

The feeling of relief came from that feeling alive again. It had only been a few days since the break-up, but the first few days are the worst. Those are the days when you feel like you’ll never be happy again. And just looking at this guy – not even making eye contact, just looking at him and the way he sat at the bar, his back to me as he sat in the middle of his friends – awakened those feelings that had been lost.

“What are you looking at?” Sydney asked, following my line of site. “Damn,” she drawled slowly, pronouncing it as a two-syllable word (“Day-ummm”) once her eyes landed where mine had.

“Dibs,” I claimed him. No way was I letting Syd have this one.

And just looking at this guy – not even making eye contact, just looking at him and the way he sat at the bar, his back to me as he sat in the middle of his friends – awakened those feelings that had been lost.

“What are you looking at?” Sydney asked, following my line of site. “Damn,” she drawled slowly, pronouncing it as a two-syllable word (“Day-ummm”) once her eyes landed where mine had.

“Dibs,” I claimed him. No way was I letting Syd have this one.

She huffed an irritated sigh. “Fine. His friends are hot, too.”

“Didn’t notice,” I said.

“Dibs on the one on the left,” Vanessa said.

I giggled. “Hands off the middle one.”

“Shit,” Syd said, left with the last guy… not that it was a bad deal. As I tore my eyes from the sexy tiger, I noticed his friends were, in fact, attractive as well.

“The waitress hasn’t been by in awhile,” I hinted.

“Are you suggesting we walk up to the bar to purchase our next round?” Sydney teased.

I raised my eyebrows and then smiled. “I guess that’s our only option.”

We made our way to the bar, and the closer I walked to him, the more my heart rate sped up until I thought it was going to beat right out of my chest.

I ordered my drink, and I could hear the pounding rush of my heart in my ears. I was nervous, my only saving grace those three Buttery Nipples and the one glass of wine. I swear I could feel his eyes on me in those moments when I stood at the bar. The little hairs on the back of my neck prickled in awareness at his proximity, and I felt a quiver of excitement shoot through me.

After I placed my order, I turned toward him, and Syd and Vanessa mirrored my movements, heading toward his friends.

Up close, he was heart-stoppingly handsome, so much that looking at him literally took my breath away. All I could do for a moment was stare at him and drink in his chiseled features. Everything about him screamed red-blooded male. He had dark hair that looked soft enough to run my fingers through and chocolate eyes that I could get lost in. His square jaw had just the right amount of sexy stubble on it, and I imagined how rough it would feel under my tongue. I was stunned at the lusty direction of my thoughts, but this man awakened things in me I didn’t know existed.

And I hadn’t even spoken a word to him yet.

The more I stared at him, the more I realized that I had no chance with a man who looked like that. He was so far above my league, but I was a little tipsy and feeling a confidence that I would never have felt if not for three Buttery Nipples.

“Hey, tiger,” I finally said, surprised at how composed my tone was when I was shaking like a leaf on the inside. It felt completely natural to call him the nickname that had been in my head since the moment I’d first laid eyes on him.

“Hey gorgeous,” he replied, and then he hit me with a grin.

I am pretty sure my heart stopped completely in that moment.

I was blinded by his smile and the way it lit up his entire face.

I had never believed in the ridiculous notion of love at first sight, but I knew that there was more between us than just an attraction.

I needed to feel him. I’d never had such a strong pull tugging me to a man before, but I needed to find some way to feel his body against mine. Just for the night, I promised myself. I couldn’t jump right back into a relationship, but I could certainly have a night of fun.

“Want to dance?” I asked.

He nodded, so I pulled his hand and he lifted off of his barstool , following behind me to the dance floor. I finally got a good look at his body unfolded from the stool, and he stood a full foot taller than me. Justin Timberlake’s “Like I Love You” pumped from the speakers, and I shimmied against this godlike creature before me, wondering what the hell he had hidden under his black shirt and jeans.

His hands gripped my hips, and that was the moment when I knew for sure that the night would end with me in his bed. All I could imagine was those strong fingers gripping my hips against his body without the barrier of clothes. The way he clutched me close against him made me feel like he owned me. It was one of the sexiest moments of my life, and it was taking place in the middle of a crowded dance floor. I tilted my head up and back, and his lips slid over mine for just a moment.

I swear I was going to have a heart attack at this rate, the way my heart kept speeding up and slowing down.

That kiss.



It was fast, but it spoke volumes. It was electric, maybe the most electric kiss of my life, and that was just a quick, closed mouth one. I couldn’t imagine what a full-on kiss with tongues would feel like.

His eyes showed the surprise I felt at our quick connection. I laced my fingers through his on my hips, loving the way our fingers twined together. I grinned up at him, and his eyes suddenly took on a melancholy sadness.

He leaned down to my ear, and I took in his fresh scent. He smelled like clean laundry and soap, and I wanted to breathe him in forever.

“I’m moving out of Arizona in two days,” he said, his warm breath against my ear sending chills down my legs.

Was it a warning? I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t really care. I had to have more time with him. I still wasn’t in a place to start anything serious, not after my recent break-up. But the connection I had with this man left me panting with need. I wasn’t going to end the night without more from him, and I was fine with one night that would surely be magical, one night that I could remember forever.

One night with no strings attached

So I said something to make my inner slut proud. “Perfect. I’m looking
for something without strings anyway.

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Sleep had always been my friend. A good friend. Maybe even a best friend. Our relationship was one of give and take; sleep gave to me and I took it freely. I could sleep through an earthquake (in fact, I had once). I could sleep through construction. I could sleep through a woman leaving my bed to save me from an awkward goodbye.

But it turns out that I couldn’t sleep through a broken heart.

The most perfect kiss of either of our lives ended, and she looked up at me one last time. Those eyes would be burned into my memory for the rest of my life. I saw tears fill them, and before she had a chance to let them spill over, she kissed my cheek one last time and then turned, opened my door, and walked out of my life.

I stood in my entryway for a moment, gathering my wits about me as I stared at the closed door that she had disappeared through.

I wanted to run after her.

I wanted to stop her.

She huffed an irritated sigh. “Fine. His friends are hot, too.”

“Didn’t notice,” I said.

“Dibs on the one on the left,” Vanessa said.

I giggled. “Hands off the middle one.”

“Shit,” Syd said, left with the last guy… not that it was a bad deal. As I tore my eyes from the sexy tiger, I noticed his friends were, in fact, attractive as well.

I wanted to tell her that I believed in love at first sight, as ridiculously cliché and foolish and absolutely stupid as that sounded.

But I didn’t. I couldn’t. She had made it clear that she didn’t want that with her words, even though I didn’t believe that she had any conviction at all behind those words.

I most certainly couldn’t set myself up for another heartbreak, and I couldn’t afford to hang around in self-pity. So I pushed it to the back of my mind, burying it and bottling it even though all I wanted to do was curl up in my bed and smell the citrus scent that she had left behind.

“Tell me your name,” I begged.

“I like that you call me ‘Gorgeous.’”

“And I like that you call me ‘Tiger.’ But I want to know who you are.”

“Names mean strings, Tiger. Attachment.”

“Then maybe we’ve got strings.”

I didn’t want her to go, but I didn’t know what to do to get her to stay

I didn’t know if it was “love,” because I had always felt like love was something that grew between two people. Surely you had to know someone’s name before you could claim to love her.

But something about my connection to her was different. Something about her told me that my feelings ran deep.

“So text your friend and let her know you’ll be back later this afternoon.”

“No can do, Tiger.”

“Tiger?” I leaned back to study her, my body still poised over hers.

“Yeah. Seems fitting. You’re ferocious and wild and at the same time playful and adorable.”

My heart skipped a beat in my chest at her words. “I could say the same about you, Gorgeous.”


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Lisa Suzanne is a high school English teacher who lives at home in Arizona with her amazing husband and adorable yellow lab. She loves summer more than her students do.


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