He can have any woman he wants and they will do anything to be with him. He uses and abuses them like drugs and tosses them out with the trash. The only thing he gives a f*ck about is his music. That is, until Ella Lighten walks into his life and stumbles upon one of his darkest secrets. In the midst of doing damage control, he begins to obsess over the mysterious woman who wants absolutely nothing to do with him. Rellik won’t take no for an answer.
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the White Trash Trilogy, The Note, Perfect Lie, Pretty Little Things, Honor series and Safe Word.
Biography
I was a Russian spy at the ripe age of thirteen, given my uncanny ability to tell if someone was lying ( I also read fortunes on the weekends). By sixteen I had become too much of a handful for the Lethal Intelligence Ensemble (L.I.E.). I was quickly exiled to the south of France where I worked with wayward elephants in the Circus of Roaming Animals and People (C.R.A.P.). I was able to make ends …meet by selling my organs on the black market for pocket change and beer money. At the age of twenty three I decided to expand my horizons and become a blackjack dealer in Ireland. I loved the family atmosphere at Barney’s Underground Liquor Lounge (B.U.L.L.). People couldn’t resist the allure of Liquor up front and poker in the rear. Eventually I became tired of the rear and headed off to the United States to try my hand at tall tales. That is what brings us here today. If you have a moment I’d like to tell you a story.
(This bio is not to be taken seriously under any circumstance.)Teresa Mummert is an army wife and mother whose passion in life is writing. She is the author of the New York Times and USA Today bestselling novels White Trash Beautiful and Suicide Note. Born in Pennsylvania, she lived a small town life before following her husband’s military career to Louisiana and Georgia. Check out her website for samples and updates! TeresaMummert.com
If you’re looking for a dark romance with plenty of twisty turns, look no further for you have just been transported into the fantastic dark realm of a mind-bending thriller. This Author knows how to dial up the drama-meter and create a scrumptious “killer” BBF! This thrilling tale had everything I wanted a needed in a tale chalked full of lust, real-life drama, betrayal, revenge, two lost, troubled loveable souls and dirty deeds avenged tenfold!
5 thump-thud hearts –damaged couples finding love
These two characters were such dark tortured souls, one could not help but feel their heart bleed for the both of them. The atrocious acts committed upon Ella had me literally consumed with hatred for the vile lunatic crippling her emotionally and physically. Ryder reigned supreme as a luscious hero, his past consumed his thoughts and held him back from moving forward to a promising future full of talent and a heart full of love forever searching for someone to give it to.
5 carnal lips – hot and spicy scenes
Holy smoking stars above this Author creates sexy scenes that leave your lips chapped and your bum wiggling around seeking for some sorta relief! The chemistry between this book hero and heroine is nearly instantaneous and absolutely believable as they both try to hold back secrets, their bodies both betray them in the end.
5 tears – emotional drama
The story has such a emotional impact on ones psyche that you had better be ready for some real life outrage to abusers everywhere for these crimes will not go on without some sort of punishment! Someone, somewhere is coming for you. Thank You Teresa Mummert for bringing awareness to these evil deeds and doers out there!
I’m emotionally spent, my mind is completely bent, and my soul has a dent for Mr. Bently! I love him, truly, madly deeply!
Sarah Davies has had what some might call a string of bad luck; she just calls it devastating. She’s suffered the loss of loved ones as well as a kidnapping, and now her family thinks she is dead. Abandoned in the middle of New Mexico with crazy werewolves chasing after her, she can only trust her companion, Vincent McKinley. As they strain to survive the wilderness and evade their assailants, Sarah finds herself unexpectedly bonding with Vincent. He is kind and caring and Sarah can see them forming something far greater than friendship. But she has lost so many loved ones in the past; it terrifies her to open her heart to anyone else.
Vincent McKinley has sworn to protect Sarah with his life, but their pursuers seem hell bent on making him break his word. Determined to keep his promise, Vincent goes to extreme lengths to keep Sarah safe. Together, they work side-by-side to devise a plan that will stop their enemies for good. As tensions mount, so do their feelings for each other. Will they get the chance to explore their emotions, or will their enemies catch up to them first?
Sarah snuggled further into the warm pillows, enjoying the heat of the heavy quilts. A steady thrum thumped beneath her ear. The sound was soothing, but she couldn’t quite place what it was. She moved her arm to hook it under her pillow.
Her digits froze as they skimmed over a fleshy, hard plain. Sarah jolted up, throwing the covers back.
The cool morning chill took her breath away. She wrapped her arms around herself and peered down at Vincent. He lay sleeping, his chest rising and falling in even breaths.
A few scars were scattered over his pecks, but, instead of taking away from his muscular torso, it made it more defined. He had a definitive six-pack and a small patch of dark hair trailed from his belly button and into the plaid pants he was wearing.
Wait! What? Why am I looking at him like that?
Averting her eyes, she surveyed the room. The bed was against the wall on her side, and the foot of the bed was positioned against the wall as well. If shewanted out, she would have to crawl over Vincent. Great!
Sarah bit her lip, and ran a hand through her gnarled golden locks.
Vincent rolled toward her, and his arm jutted out, wrapping around her hips as he buried his face into her side. Sarah froze, her breath catching in her throat. Oh my god! What is he doing?
“Stop stealing all the covers,” he murmured.
Sarah’s pulse roared in her ears as she sat unmoving. After a long moment, she heard the quiet whistling of Vincent’s snore. He was asleep. Carefully, she placed her hand over his, slowly lifting his fingers so she could wiggle out of his grasp. Once free, she stood up on her side, set his arm on the bed, and tossed the covers back over him. She inhaled sharply and closed her eyes. Praying that he wouldn’t wake up, Sarah skimmed her foot over the covers, placing it on the other side of Vincent. Sarah lifted her other foot. She was almost there she just needed to get down. A part of her wanted to stay in bed and go back to sleep in his comforting embrace. But the other part, found it unnerving that she had slept like that with him at all.
Vincent’s hand shot out from under the blankets, catching her ankle in midair. A scream bubbled up her throat as she lost her balance. She landed on Vincent’s lap. His hand latched onto her hip as he rose up. She screeched as he rolled her to her back, pressing his forearm onto her throat. Sarah gasped and struggled beneath his weight.
“Sarah?” Vincent asked confused, instantly moving his arm. He shot up, straddling her as his eyes widened with horror.
She closed her eyes as she coughed.
“God, I’m sorry. I sensed movement over me. I…”
“I was trying to get out of bed. I didn’t want to wake you,” she blurted, staring up into his emerald eyes.
“I didn’t even think to check. Did I hurt you?” he asked, his eyes glancing over her.
“I’m okay,” she assured. “It could have been someone else.” And it could have been. At least he was prepared and on alert, even when he was resting.
Vincent stiffened over her and cleared his throat. Heat crept over her face, burning all the way to her ears as she realized their position. He was nestled between her thighs, his chest pressed against hers with his face mere inches away.
“Sorry,” he said as he peeled himself off of her. He got out of bed and walked to the fire, grumbling something under his breath. Vincent picked up the poker and jabbed at the ashes.
Sarah lay back into the pillows for a moment. Her body was on fire and butterflies fluttered through her belly. Her body had reacted to him and that scared her.
“Our clothes are dry,” Vincent said as he checked the clothesline that hung next to the fire. He slipped his green shirt on. “And we still have berries. Breakfast?” He turned to her with the wooden bowl of fruit in hand.
Sarah gulped, her eyes inadvertently dipping down to take in his torso again. Realizing she was checking him out, she snapped her eyes up to his. She needed to get out of this house. “Sounds good. Then let’s go for that walk. You can show me what you found.”
Sarah rested her chin on her palm as she slumped forward onto the diner’s table. She’d finished her waffles and bacon a while ago, but Vincent showed no sign of stopping. She knew that werewolves ate a lot, but seriously, where was he putting it all? His body was in prime condition. She’d felt his muscles beneath her fingertips last night—had seen his washboard abs and sculpted chest up close and personal. She shuddered as she remembered the way he’d felt pressed up against her.
A familiar ache thrummed in her core, causing her to press her thighs together If she didn’t reign in her thoughts, he was going to be able to smell the shift in her mood.
“You know,” she started, “I think you’re the reason they stopped the all-you-can-eat pancakes at the diner back home.”
“What? This is only my fifth plate,” Vincent said, confused.
Sarah laughed and shook her head. “There are three huge pancakes on each plate. That’s fifteen pancakes, Vincent.”
“Glad to see you can multiply,” Vincent teased. “I’m almost done.”
“No,” she waved her hand. “Eat. They shouldn’t have an all-you-can-eat menu option if they don’t expect people to do just that.”
Vincent took the last syrupy bite and used the napkin to wipe his face. “You know, the waitress and cook have a bet on whether I’ll order another plate or not.” “And what do you intend to do?” Sarah asked, raising her eyebrow, curiously. He couldn’t possibly eat more, could he?
“No more for me. I’m stuffed.” He patted his belly appreciatively as he gave her a lopsided grin.
Her eyes drifted down to his stomach. His red shirt covered him, but she bit her lip as she got another flash of his shirtless form in her mind. She really needed to stop thinking about him like that. Last night had been great, but he hadn’t brought it up and neither had she. She was slightly confused about where they stood. Of course, it was mostly her fault. After all, she’d fled the room before he woke up.
This friends-with-benefits thing could work for them. She just had to be careful not to get too close. That could be a challenge, but she was sure she could do it.
“You ready?” Vincent asked interrupting her thoughts as he stood up. He took a twenty out of his pocket and set it on the table.
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The Werewolf Wars Series
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A war is brewing between the packs. The Harris and McKinley packs must work together to keep the Misogynistic Gulf Packs from taking control of their lives and harming the women they hold dear. Lives are lost and loyalties are challenged, but in the end the two packs pray good will persevere over evil.
This box set includes the entire Werewolf Wars Series. Forbidden Hope: A Prequel Novella Out of the Shadows Into the Unknown Finding Our Way Lost and Found
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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TITLE – Storm Mistress SERIES – Others of Seattle: Book 2 (stands alone) AUTHOR – Brandy L Rivers GENRE – Adult Paranormal Romance PUBLICATION DATE – 9-15-2015 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 108k PUBLISHER – Brandy L Rivers COVER ARTIST – Brandy L Rivers
BOOK SYNOPSIS
Nothing is as it seems…
Everything Isadora Starling wants is right there in front of her, but Toryn is off limits. He’s her best friend. She’s been denying her heart all these years, afraid to lose him.
Toryn Flame has a long past full of secrets. None of which he can share with Isadora, the only person who truly matters to him. She’s the one woman who has never shown a hint of lust toward him, but even if she did, pursuing her is forbidden.
That all changes when the family Isa doesn’t know decides it’s time to reveal who and what she is. After Isa’s recent attack, their motives are unclear.
His only goal is protecting Isa. Toryn will do everything in his power to keep her safe, including going against orders from his king.
Toryn’s only fear is losing Isa’s trust. Once the truth is revealed, can she forgive him for years of misdirection and omissions? Can she come to terms with a world she doesn’t want or know?
Pounding music flowed over Isadora Starling as she walked into her bar, Shenanigans. Only one thing was on her mind, finding someone who would take her home and rock her world. She was smoking hot and she knew it. Taking note of every man whose head turned in her direction, she emphasized the already-seductive sway of her hips as she sashayed to the bar with purpose. As usual, her eyes kept drifting back to the only man in the place who made her mouth water. Unfortunately, her best friend was not on the menu. She slid into a booth and turned toward her business partner, Lana, one of the few women she truly trusted. Lana’s molten silver eyes landed on her. A smirk twisted her lips. “Back so soon?” Isa lifted a shoulder in a shrug before stating, “I’m on a mission.” Perusing the sultry make-up and her come-ravish-me outfit, Lana snorted. “I can see that. What are you drinking?” “Double Grey Goose, straight up.” “One of those nights?” There was a grimace on her face. Isa responded with a one fingered salute before turning back to the crowd with the intention of finding a man. Lana cut in with, “I still think you should drag him home and get each other out of your systems.” By him, she meant Isa’s best friend, Toryn Flame. More than gorgeous, he was fucking beautiful, masculine perfection. His dazzling blue topaz eyes were lined in guyliner, not that his eyes needed any help attracting attention with his ten-mile long lashes. Silky black hair was teased up in a sexy tousle calling to her fingers. The man was a sex god, in snug leather pants and half-buttoned black silk shirt open far enough to display his sculpted chest and the beginning of washboard abs. Forbidden, though she had a never-ending supply of fantasies starring Toryn. The current was her craving to lick every ridge of muscle on her way down to the golden zipper straining over an impressive bulge she wished she could ignore. They were firmly stuck in the friend zone. He didn’t see her that way, and despite the fact he was sensuality walking, she wasn’t supposed to want him. Frustrated, she turned back to Lana with a cold stare. “Have you forgotten he prefers men? Last time I checked,” she looked down and shook her tits for emphasis, “I have all the wrong parts. Besides, he’s my friend, my best friend and he,” she glanced back to watch Toryn tongue-fuck his boytoy, “is all over his man, Leon.” One scarlet brow rose in challenge. “Bullshit, I’ve seen him take women home.” “Please, when was the last time? Tiffany? And that rare occurrence was over a year ago.” Lana’s mouth dropped open, “Oh my god, you are fucking blind, Isadora. He’s only with Leon to distract himself from you.” With a glare, Lana slid the vodka to her. Isa would give anything for that to be the truth. Forcing the desperate sentiment from her mind, she took the shot in a single gulp, causing Lana to grimace. Driving her point home, Isa nodded back to the two hottest men in the place. “Toryn is with Leon. Has been for nearly two months, which is some kind of record for him.” Actually, they had been dating exactly seven weeks, which was damn near a miracle. Aside from Leon, he hadn’t been with a single person more than twice since she’d met him nearly ten years ago. Somehow his lack of commitment made her want him all the more. She always loved a challenge, and secretly wished she could be the one to snare him permanently. Of course, if she told Lana she was counting the days Toryn stayed with Leon, it would prove her point. A point Isa was going to deny until her desire finally died. With a devilish smirk, Lana shrugged. “He’d dump him for you in a heartbeat.” A glance back at Toryn easily reminded her how wrong Lana was. Toryn was grinding his hips into Leon who was hungrily kissing down Toryn’s throat. They were too hot and heavy for their public display of sexual chemistry to merely be a distraction. “Then why is he taking Leon home tonight? And don’t tell me he’s not. Do you see them?” Isadora pointed back at them with a wicked grin. It was a gorgeous sight. Licking her lips and watching like every other woman, and most of the men, in the nearly anything goes bar, she nodded. “Oh, I do, but you don’t see the way he looks at you. Like he’s making love to you with his eyes. When you aren’t watching Toryn, he always stares at you.” Lana filled the shot glass. In all the years they’d been friends, Toryn had never made a move, so Lana was wrong, very depressingly wrong. Isa slammed back the second dose and glared back at Lana. “You’re full of shit. Pour me another.” “I’m not. I still say you’re fucking blind,” Lana taunted as she refilled the glass. “If he wasn’t so hung up on you, I would make a move on him.” That hurt. Wait… what? Hung up on me? Yeah, might need to have her committed. Isa took another glance at Toryn and Leon, then grinned at Lana. “If you can pry him from Leon, he’s all yours.” Thankfully, Lana changed the subject. “Where’s Mike?” Well-intentioned, maybe, but her new topic wasn’t much better. Isa downed the third shot before answering, “Don’t know. Don’t care. Of course it would be a hell of a lot easier to get laid if he were around.” He was her favorite fallback romp in the sack. “You torture that poor man. If you’d let him, he’d fall in love with you.” Which was exactly the reason she hadn’t called and was attempting to avoid him… though in desperate times… Mentally shaking herself, she quipped, “We don’t work as a couple. Sure, explosive in bed, awesome on the dance floor, but that is where our good chemistry ends. We would drive each other batshit crazy—and I’m not talking about the scorch the sheets way—in a matter of days. Not to mention the fact Roxy hates my fucking guts.” “Only because you’re stringing her brother along. Plus, she has a valid point. I’m still convinced you fell for Toryn years ago. Like two seconds after you met him.” She was right, but Isa wasn’t going there. “Go to hell.” “Only when you join me.” Isa slid the empty glass at Lana and batted her lashes. “Anyone I should consider?” With an accusatory glare, she answered, “Plenty of them. Except, don’t take the hot blond home.” She glanced down at the end of the bar for about the hundredth time since Isa sat down. All Isa saw was the healthy fall of shiny blond hair, way too long and perfect to be on any man’s head. “I don’t go for blonds.” Isa smirked before turning toward the crowd. Of its own accord, her gaze landed on Toryn, who winked at her. Lana pulled her back to reality with bite in her tone. “Knowing you, you’ll take him home to spite me.” Isa spun back around, her hands landing on the counter as her eyes narrowed. “I would not. When was the last time?” Her eyes narrowed to slits. “Last week, when you took Reese home.” “Oh,” she shrugged sheepishly, “that hardly counts. You didn’t warn me beforehand. If you had simply told me, I would have found someone else.” It was the truth, Isa never meant to hurt anyone, and especially not her friends. There had been plenty of other options. She honestly hadn’t realized Lana was interested. “Why don’t I believe you?” she muttered. The question stung. Of course, her payback sucked. Lana turned around and hired the guy the very next day, even after Isa begged her not to. “I’m not selfish, Lana. I wouldn’t do that to you,” she whined. “Hmph,” Lana didn’t look convinced, but a smirk formed as she looked over Isa’s shoulder. Isa fought back a smile as she felt Toryn’s approach. He had a presence she could feel and as much as she hated her weakness, it felt good to have him close. Toryn leaned his long hard body against hers. Lana grinned as if her point was made. One corner of Isa’s mouth lifted. “I would be more worried about Toryn taking Blondy home.” “Bitch,” she gasped. “Grey Goose?” Toryn licked his full lips as his brow cocked. “One of those nights, Isa?” Her eyes nearly rolled out of her head, “Okay, everyone stop! I had a long day, and I’m horny as hell. It’s not like I’m driving home. No more judging. Just let me find a man for the night.” The guy sitting next to her turned with a smile that chilled her blood. His deep blue eyes seemed wrong, his skin too pale, almost blue. She’d seen him before, but couldn’t place where. Isa glared back. “Not you.” Amusement danced through his eyes as they dropped to his drink with a chuckle. Toryn grinned at Lana. “Two Loves and one is for my sweet Isadora.” His eyes held a mischievous sparkle. Isa snorted. “Is that so?” “Don’t argue,” he purred in a way that made her want to scratch her nails down his back while riding him into the night. With a groan, she smiled back at Lana and tossed down enough cash to cover her vodka and the Loves, plus a generous tip. “Where’s Leon?” Avoiding answering, Toryn quickly finished the drink and placed his empty glass with a purposeful thunk on the counter. “Let’s dance.” She let the question slide and followed his lead after finishing her cocktail. Maybe she had a bit too much, too fast, because the world tilted. Still, she managed to walk straight. “Leon won’t be jealous?” “Nope, he plans to join us soon.” She could feel his eyes caress down her body and back up. “He told me to tell you that you’re on fire tonight.” “He always says that.” He pulled her close and his lips grazed over her ear. “Only because it’s true.” The warmth of his breath and rumble of his voice only heightened the ache between her legs. Such a damned tease. And if he didn’t do it with everyone, she might think he really felt something for her.
STORM MISTRESS AUTHOR PLAYLIST
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In no particular order, here is the list.
For Your Entertainment – Adam Lambert
Too Close – Alex Clare
Wherever You Will Go – CharleneSoraia
Beneath Your Beautiful – Labrith, Emeli Sande
Wanted is Love – Phillip Phillip
Addicted – Saving Abel
Possession – Sarah McLachlan
Save Me – Hinder
Rumour Has It – Adele
You Got It Bad – Phillip Phillips
Untouched – The Veronicas
Filthy/Gorgeous – Scissor Sisters
Moves Like Jagger – Maroon 5
Come Undone – My Darkest Days
Just For – Nickelback
Bad Influence – Pink
Slut Like You – Pink
Oh My God – Pink featuring Peaches
Skin – Rihanna
The Waitress – Tori Amos
Kiss Me – Ed Sheeran
Give Me Love – Ed Sheeran
Sexy As Hell – Sarah Connor
Secrets – OneRepublic
Savin’ Me – Nickelback
LISTEN AS YOU READ-NOVEL SOUNDTRACK LIST
Sexy As Hell – Sarah Conor Secrets – OneRepublic Too Close – Alex Clare Untouched – The Veronicas Time After Time – Quiet Drive Just For – Nickelback Kiss Me – Ed Sheeran Beneath Your Beautiful – Labrinth, Emil Sande Come Undone – My Darkest Days Give Me Love – Ed Sheeran Possession – Sarah McLachlan Wherever You Will Go – Charlene Soraia
CHARACTER BIO
Authors version of her Characters:
Isadora Starling
Dark hair, green eyes, beautiful.
Orphan
Owns the bar Shenanigans with her business partner Lana Solei
Sassy, full of fire, and loves life.
She’s madly in love with her best friend but denies it profusely.
Has an open relationship with Michael Nights.
Toryn Flame
Runs a security firm with friends Lonny and Scotty.
Black hair, blue topaz colored eyes.
Fiercely loyal, protective, but loves to have fun.
Lead singer of local band Revolt.
In love with Isadora, but can’t tell her for a list of reasons a hundred miles long.
Close friends with Leon.
Remus Arc
Works for Toryn’s security firm.
Drummer for Revolt
Can’t be trusted.
Leon
Old friend of Toryn’s.
Runs a gym in San Francisco, but opening one in Seattle.
Lana Solei
Red hair, gray eyes, has an attitude.
Isadora’s business partner
Morrigan
The oldest Storm Mistress and will teach Isadora what she knows.
Alenathos
Water dragon with his own goals.
AUTHOR BIO
Brandy L Rivers is the author of the Others of Edenton Series. There are more Others of Edenton in the works. She is also working on the Others of Seattle series.
As an avid reader, Brandy has always loved writing. She became serious about it as a stay-at-home-mother. She has a file full of manuscripts she plans to edit and put out there eventually.
She lives in Western Washington with her husband and three kids, where she is already working on future stories in the series.
If you are interested in receiving emails about future book releases, please sign up for her email distribution list by visiting her site.
In no particular order, and let’s hope hubby doesn’t see all these 😉 I don’t actually plan to go through with a couple, but no harm thinking about it 😉
Ménage trios
Tour Ireland, and the rest of the UK if we have time
Sex outside in a lightning storm
Own and renovate a castle
Own a big lakefront home and property
Sex on a private plane
Get lost in Europe
Make New York Times bestseller list, not expecting it, but that would rock.
Same with USA Today bestseller list
A week long retreat with some of my favorite author friends
RIVERS FAVORITE SERIES
Favorite Series (Or anything else you want really ❤
These aren’t in any order besides the order I thought of them
Semya Slotin Mystery by Danielle-Claude Ngontang Mba
House of Crimson and Clover by Sarah M Cradit
Immortal Heart Series by Magen McMinimy
Immortals of New Orleans by Kym Grosso
Forgiven series by Rebecca Brooke
Black Dagger Brotherhood by JR Ward
Lords of the Underworld by Gena Showalter
Anita Blake by Laurel K Hamilton
(I’m going uber geek for a moment) Dune by Frank Herbert
Brown Family Siblings by Lauren Dane
BRANDY’S DREAM VACATION DESTINATIONS
1 – Ireland
2 – Scotland
3 – Jamaica
4 – Bahamas
5 – Italy
6 – England
7 – New Orleans
8 – France
9 – Transylvania
10 – Greece
THE AUTHOR AND HER MUSICAL MUSE
What kind of impact does music have on your writing?
Depends how much in the zone I am. I can get to a point where nothing, not even music penetrates the zone. However music can influence my mood, in turn influence my writing. Again, depends on how much I’m paying attention to what’s going on outside my head.
There are a few songs that have inspired whole scenes. For instance, Halestorm’s “I Get Off” is responsible for a scene or two involving Hayden and Amethyst in Shadows of the Past.
Certain songs make me think of certain characters.
I do usually have music going in the background. I just throw everything into a giant playlist and sometimes switch songs if a song isn’t’ working with where I’m going, sometimes I even tune it out. Really, it depends on what I’m working on though.
I am a big music nerd though, so having it on usually helps keep me focused.
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Enjoyed the read. Isa and Toryn are ahead of the enemy, at least for a while. Will Isa have to go back to Faerie? Well I will just have to keep reading and see. All I can tell you know is that Isa and Toryn go from one big adventure to the next. By car, by plane, and by secret tunnel.
Their next stop will be…
4.0 Rosebuds of Writing Rave
The writing sweeps the reader into a land of enchantment from start to end. Time moves at a rapid pace. The characters are constantly on the move taking the reader deeper and deeper into the story and its plot. This novel is around 40 chapters long. So you get your monies worth with this novel. The characters are very interesting and have a lot of equally interesting background that makes its way little by little throughout the story-line.
4.0 Romance Bling
The best way to describe the chemistry between the hero and heroine in this read is ELECTRIC!
These two set the pages on fire..
It has been LOVE from afar for several years.
But when the next step is taken, the reader better read somewhere safe, because wherever you are it will be a Rockin’!
A collection of erotic, toe curling, and sinfully delicious stories, Bedtime for Bad Girls is just the thing to send you off each night for the sweetest dreams of your life!
After writing The Suicide Princess, Anthony Bryan found there is an enormous demand for the sort of raw, hot fiction that can allow women to devour page after sexy page. Men are more tactile in their desires – they crave what they can see and feel physically. Women, however, are more sensual in that they yearn for what they can “feel” emotionally. Men are perfectly satisfied with watching something erotic, but women need to feel the emotions of what they’re experiencing; they need to connect with the participants and feel as though they are actually living the moment for themselves. This book is nothing more than a collection of steamy stories, told through the eyes of the participants, designed to put you in the heart of each moment – as a participant and not a viewer. There is no storyline or secret plot woven between each tale, but just a fun and raunchy collection of stories for you to enjoy one-by-one. It’s a chance to let go for a few minutes each night and enjoy reading for nothing more than a sinfully delicious escape to somewhere very naughty.
So, once again, find your favorite reading spot, pour yourself a drink (or maybe three this time), and love every second of Bedtime for Bad Girls… Because as always, Anthony Bryan wrote it for you!
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Author Bio
Born and raised in London, UK, Anthony’s hope, more than anything, is that his words can provide an escape for you, and he hopes they take you on a journey you won’t soon forget. His goal is to give you something different, refreshing and unlike anything you’ve ever read. In a sea of authors pumping out the same cookie-cutter stories, Anthony can only try to be the one who stands out and takes you on one hell of a ride. Find your favorite reading spot, pour yourself a drink (or two) and love every second of every page he writes… After all, he writes them for you!
At 27 years old, Anthony now resides in the U.S. where he divides his time between Boston, Massachusetts and Sarasota, Florida. He served with the American military in eastern Afghanistan, and he is a combat veteran as well as an accomplished fighter training in Brazilian Jiu Jitsu and Muay Thai kickboxing. He has more tattoos than his mother would have liked, and he may not seem like the typical erotic writer – because he’s not. He’s different, and his work is different, so get ready to be blown away!
Throughout his entire life, even as a young child, reading has always been Anthony’s escape from reality. It was a way to temporarily leave the boring monotony of day-to-day life, and it allowed him to visit far off lands, meet unusual characters, take incredible adventures, and even learn about the very edges of our universe. Being able to take his love of reading and transform it to a passion for writing has been the greatest gift he has ever been given.
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.
RECOMMENDED FOR AGES EIGHTEEN AND UP DUE TO EXPLICIT SEXUAL SITUATIONS, AND STRONG LANGUAGE
Synopsis:
When a legendary predator decides prize horses should be on his menu, Kate takes the advice of her neighbor ranchers and hires a big game hunter to track the mountain lion and remove the threat. The hunter arrives to take up the trail, but instead of the seasoned older man she expects, he’s young and impossibly sexy.
Freshly back from deployment to Afghanistan as a special forces operative, Jakob needs to clear his head of the horrors of war. When his uncle is injured, Jakob steps in to fulfill the older man’s commitment to hunt down a mountain lion on the other side of the state. The prospect of several days in the wilderness with only his horses and dogs for company sounds like the ideal opportunity. Except the infuriating female rancher insists on going along for the ride.
Excerpt:
A faint noise drew Jakob from the twilight that precedes waking, straight into full alert. Unsure what disturbed him, he lay still and allowed his eyes to open a bare slit. Just his luck that mountain lion would be prowling through camp. Unable to spot anything out of place, he sat up, careful not to move too quickly and get his head injury in an uproar again.
Splashing, louder than the stream flowing over the rocks, drew his attention. Fascination froze him in place for an instant, forcing him to just watch. At the creek, Kate straightened and squeezed water from her hair, then flipped it back to swing down her naked back. Water droplets clung to her pale skin like crystals, refracting the light and mesmerizing him.
She half-turned to retrieve something from the ground, revealing the curve of one breast. The sound of Jakob’s agonized groan must have carried, because she straightened and turned to face him, moving too quickly, and lost her balance.
Head wound forgotten, he leaped up and dove across the small camp area in an attempt to catch her before she could fall into the icy water. She recovered just as he reached her, and stood facing him, breathing hard. Something in her face had changed and for the first time since meeting her, Jakob felt as if she actually saw him. The unreachable Ice Queen was gone, and in her place…
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About the Author:
Aden Lowe:
As an English major in college, I took a summer job as a proofreader for a small town newspaper, and got hooked on editing. I also worked my way through college training horses. After graduation, I landed a job for a small independent editing firm, and stayed there for 15 yrs. An old friend, Lucian, approached me to edit his special fiction project, and I got hooked. After an insane few months editing his Dom Wars series for him, Lucian convinced me I should try my hand at writing as well. I’m his co-author for Round Six, the final Dom Wars installment, and we will co-write the White Knight Academy series as well. And in Sept 2014, I’ll release my debut solo work, an Erotic Western with BDSM elements, “Big Game: A Hunted Love Novella”. In addition, I have a military series in the planning stages.
4 out of 5 read-ologists recommend this WordPress.com site. ups and downs of writer's insanity and day to day life. I will write whatever makes the voices happy, for a writer that ignores her inner voices is merely a mental breakdown waiting to happen. Keeping the voices happy and creating new worlds for them to play in is my main goal.
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