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Release Event – On the Rocks – Author Sawyer Bennett

24 Feb 2014 Leave a comment

by ReadingWritingandReviews in Release Event, Romance Book Reviews Tags: Alpha Male, Amazon, Beach, Beach Bar, Blog Tour, Book Release, Facebook, Goodreads, Happy Hour, Indie Authors, Last Call Series, New Age Contemporary Romance, New Release, New Series, Old Flame, On The Rocks, Outer Banks North Carolina, Sawyer Bennett, Surfing, Surfing Champion, Twitter, USA Today Bestselling Author

NEW SERIES

BY USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR

SAWYER BENNETT

ON THE ROCKS

Last Call, #1

Adult Contemporary Romance

Released February 17^th, 2014

Cover designed by Vitalink

Synopsis

He left to travel the world for fame and glory, but only after spurning Gabby Ward and crushing her young heart. Now Hunter Markham has come back home to the sand and salty breeze of the North Carolina Outer Banks so he can open up Last Call, a beach bar nestled among the dunes of the Atlantic.

Gabby Ward is not happy that Hunter has returned. Bitter over his rebuff years before, she’s content to stay far away from him and his dangerously charming ways.

Gabby’s well-schemed plans to ignore Hunter go up in flames when he presents an offer to her that she simply can’t refuse, throwing them together in a common quest to each reach their goals. Working together day in and day out proves to be problematic for Gabby, who soon realizes that the feelings she had for him are still very much alive. Hunter struggles to reach through to Gabby’s cold heart, all while starting a new career away from his life as a top ranked, professional surfer.

What starts out as a mutual business arrangement soon turns into a passion that neither of them can continue to deny.

Hard choices lay ahead for both of them when Hunter is offered a once in a lifetime opportunity to return to the pro surfing tour.

Choices that could destroy what they have built or take them further than they ever had dared to hope.

On the Rocks Quotes

“Out of the three of us, she was the only one to graduate. Casey and I both dropped out. But rather than taking a seat on the family throne, she once again thumbed her nose and moved to Nags Head permanently, where she promptly put her inheritance to work by opening the islands’ only no-kill animal shelter, simply called The Haven. She funds it entirely and works tirelessly helping homeless and abused animals have a second chance at life.”
― Sawyer Bennett, On The Rocks

“It’s almost seven AM by the time I make it to the Markham residence in the tiny town of Avon, which sits on Hatteras Island where we all grew up.”
― Sawyer Bennett, On The Rocks

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About the Author

USA Today Best-Selling author, Sawyer Bennett, is a snarky southern woman and reformed trial lawyer who decided to finally start putting on paper all of the stories that were floating in her head. She is married to a mobster (well, a market researcher) and they have two big, furry dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

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Print Book Details

Series: Last Call Series

Paperback: 390 pages

Publisher: Big Dog Books, LLC (February 17, 2014)

Language: English

ISBN-10: 1940883121

ISBN-13: 978-1940883120

Book Review coming March 4, 2014

Cover Reveal – Dom Wars Round One – Author Lucian Bane

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by ReadingWritingandReviews in Cover Reveal Tags: BDSM, Bondage, Debut Novel, Dom Wars Round One, Dom Wars Series, Dominance, Dominate Male, Erotic, Erotic Romance Genre, Excerpts, Facebook, Goodreads, Indie Author, Lucian Bane, Male Erotic Author, Snarky Blogger, Teasers, Twitter

Dom Wars Round One

By Lucian Bane

Release Date March 1, 2014

Erotic Romance Genre

Synopsis

Lucian Bane’s inner Dom is out of control and hungry for things he can’t name. When he signs up for Dom Wars, he meets Tara who is naive to the BDSM world. Her reckless dominance and puritan heart fascinate him. But when he discovers the pain in her past, it unleashes his true Dom within.

Excerpt 1

(Still in Edits, Credit Debi Price)

“How long are you going to study it?” I watched her chew on her thumb nail while pacing nude before me, desperately searching the BDSM to do list in her hands. She was down to the nitty-gritty. She’d bound my hands and feet wide for the Bondage assignment (although I was sure she’d done it for her own safety) and now all that remained was choosing Sadism.

I allowed my gaze to devour every inch of her delectable preoccupied body. She was about to get what she clearly needed for the past ten years. “Just know, when it’s my turn… I’m choosing forced orgasm for you, love.”

She stopped pacing and turned to me, her spine erect. But where oh where was the challenge in her eyes?

Dominance hummed through my body and brought a joyous curve to my lips. “I’m going to imprison you in pleasure. Until you’re crying. Until you’re begging. Until your well kept secrets are on fire and dripping down your thighs. I’m going to crush your sexy resistance with my lips and tongue. And I’m going to be right at your scorching mouth, eating up the sounds of your mind blowing orgasm until you say it– no, until you scream it. Lucian. Lucian Bane. That’s what I want you to scream while I milk the ecstasy from your pretty little soul.”

Excerpt 2

I didn’t know true bondage until I kissed her and she wrapped my soul in chains. I’d never tasted true masochism until her lips left mine.

Lucian Bane

Author Bio

I’m an Ineffable Dom. That just means, do yourself a favor and please don’t try to describe me or fit me into your categories. Complicated Dom, Intricate Dom, and Confounding Dom work too.

I love very much the soft side of a woman. Not just her body, but everything on the inside– her passion, her intelligence, her convictions, her delicate tenderness. But the one fetish that might be a part of what makes me an Ineffable Dom is that I love her strengths. I love a woman that isn’t afraid to look me in the eyes and say ‘make me’. But I need it to be real, not staged, not pretended. She has to be a fighter at her core the way I’m a Dom at my core. I want an equal that is willing to come hard against me in every sense of the word, exhaust me. I want her so deep inside me that we’re lost in each other. I want her to never doubt that I will always use my power to adore her, protect her, liberate her. I don’t want a woman I can break, or overpower, or exercise my dominance over, I want a woman I can come undone with. I want a woman I can jump off the cliff with into that abyss of holy hell, this is beyond me, beyond my control. The greatest fear of most people is losing themselves or unravelling their roots. My greatest fear is not finding a woman I can take that plunge with. Yes, it’s a huge risk. That’s the yin and the yang of it. And while the risk titillates my Dom, it’s the ineffable fruit of that risk that moves him. He knows he has to have it. He knows he’s supposed to have. And he’s prepared to dominate for it.

I think there are many men like myself, and I hope my writing will be a map for them. A map for women as well, to let them know Doms like this exist. I’d like to call them out of the woodwork. Help men join with their natural inner Doms in a way that I think is one of the most fulfilling experiences there are. I want to challenge them all to go for the complete power exchange with a woman, but don’t be a coward and not give the same that they demand or expect. And consider that when you give one hundred percent of yourself to a person, there is no more of you to give away. You now belong to them the way they belong to you.

Inner Doms are dogs that need a master to train them. I once bowed to my Dom’s reckless and tireless desires, but when I gained control, he bowed to my will. The transformation made me into what I am today. What many would call an Ineffable Dom. But its equal term in the Vanilla world, in my opinion, is a real man.

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Undefeated by Author Scott Hildreth

23 Feb 2014 Leave a comment

by ReadingWritingandReviews in Blog Tour, Giveaway, Romance Book Reviews Tags: Author Interview, Available on Amazon, Based on Truth, BBQ Chicken, Blog Tour, Book Review, Book Trailer, Boxer, Boxing, Dog Tags, Domestic Abuse, Dying to Survive, Facebook, Fighter, Giveaway, Indie Author, Playlist, Quotes, Ripp, Scott Hildreth, Shane Dekkar, Snarky Blogger, Teasers, Twitter, Undefeated, Unstoppable

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Undefeated

Author Scott Hildreth

Synopsis

Shane Dekkar is an undefeated, gorgeous, and somewhat shy boxer from Compton
California. In the ring, he’s a beast, out of the ring, he’s loving, caring, and
intriguing. After the death of his grandfather, he moves to Austin and meets
Kace by happenstance as she and her boyfriend are in an argument in public. He
is drawn to her, and she to him. Her boyfriend drives away as she mouths the
words “help me” through the window…

When they meet again two years
later, Shane begins to believe in fate. But, as he prepares for a potential shot
at a championship fight, he believes there’s no time in his life or career or a woman.

Kace Meadows lives in Austin, Texas. Now 26, she has been in an
abusive relationship since she was sixteen years old. As terrible as it is, she
can’t seem to find a way to allow herself to end it. With her current boyfriend,
she can’t seem to win. She finds hope in reading about her book
boyfriends….and dreaming.

Until she meets Shane Dekkar, a boxer. Holy
mother of perfection…

Shane fights his inner demons by using his
fists. On the street or in the ring, Shane does what he does best, he wins at
any cost. Unlike Kace, Shane can’t seem to lose.

Undefeated is an
extremely romantic erotica novel about fighting. Fighting for what you believe
in. Fighting for life. Fighting to live. And fighting to keep love once you find
it.

Be prepared to be moved, touched, stand up and cheer, and
cry your eyes out. This book will, without a doubt, knock you unconscious. This
novel clearly defines the love that we all seem to want, yet can’t find. This is
not your typical boxing/fighter romance. This book will give you hope, make you
feel, and cause you to wonder….wonder why you haven’t met your Shane Dekkar.

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Author Scott Hildreth’s Inspiration for Writing Undefeated

My inspiration to write Undefeated, and the hope that it may inspire someone to get out of an abusive relationship, came from the events described below. The events below are true. The events in the book are not. The book is one hundred percent fiction.

One weekend, I had a girl get in touch with me that I had never met. She had received my telephone number from a friend of a friend. Frantic, she attempted to speak to me initially, but each time she tried, she was overcome with emotion.

This emotion filled silence continued for almost an hour, and then we then actually began to communicate, albeit slowly, and one-sided. I learned through the conversation (that lasted almost eight hours) that she was bound by her husband, and gang raped by his friends. This happened for a few days. Against, if I even need to state this, her will. She was in and out of consciousness for two days. Eventually, she was released. In shock and extremely poor health, she contacted me from a remote hotel room.

I struggled with this event, and how to handle it. I struggled with this more than I have struggled with almost anything in my life. Vengeance. At what point does one administer justice to someone that the courts will undoubtedly not punish properly? The punishment for this particular crime, regardless of what was imposed by the court, would not be sufficient for the crime committed.

I chose at the time to speak to another close female friend about the event, and get her opinion.

Although I could not speak to my friend about the person, the events, or the intimacies of the above mentioned conversation, we spoke for some time in general about God, about law and about the difference between what is right and what is wrong. I shared with her my thoughts of feeling a need to resolve this issue with the caller’s husband on my own. When the smoke cleared, I sat in a coffee shop and thought. I made a decision. “Put up again thy sword into his place; for all they that take the sword shall perish with the sword.” I decided, for once in my life, that it was not my responsibility to resolve this issue. I contacted the authorities, called in a few favors from some friends in law enforcement, and the issue was dealt with in a manner in accordance with law.

My female friend, as always, proved extremely useful in her ability to convey her understanding of the message of God in a manner that I could listen to and accept. I have always struggled with attempting to do what is right (in my mind), and hoped that it was what was right in God’s eyes. I do not know that these things always were in line with one another.

Until now.

And now, a year later, the person from the incident above?

She is well. As well as she can be, considering all things. She is fortunate.

I struggle – still today – with thoughts of vengeance.

My struggle brought me to this.

I hope you enjoy.

Excerpt

Shane

If I am attempting it, and I do not succeed, you can believe that I gave it my best effort, regardless of the outcome. I choose to do very little, and be exceptional at what it is I decide to do. I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many. I have always been honest with myself and conscious of who I am, but that doesn’t always help me understand why I am the way I am.

On the outside, I am always kind, polite, and considerate of others. On the inside, demons reside. I don’t know why or what fuels the demons inside of me, but I am very aware of their existence. My consciousness of their need, necessity, and deep desire to be fed is what has caused me to choose boxing as my main outlet. I keep the demons fed, and they allow me to live an otherwise peaceful life. Fulfilling their hunger allows my desire to live a tranquil life to be met. As long as I continue to fight, they’re fed. When they are fed, I am allowed. Allowed to live.

Author Interview with Scott Hildreth

Q: Where were you born and where do you call home?

A: I was born in San Diego, California, and I live in Wichita, Kansas. I consider Wichita to be home. There’s something about being here that is comforting and easy to come back to, regardless of where I may visit.

Q: Are you truly a starving artist? Or do you actually have a day job? What is it?

A: My day job is writing. My night job is writing. My only job is writing. It’s all I’ve got, and it’s all I do.

Q: What gives you inspiration to write?

A: My inspiration to write is whatever it is that lives inside of me and allows me to develop characters, stories, and find the voice to write. It’s difficult to explain. I have an ability to allow fictional characters take me over and express themselves through my fingertips and onto paper. My inspiration….It’s not necessarily the story, or the underlying message that inspires me, although I may be inspired by it. It’s the telling. Making it come together. Turning a character or group of characters into a novel that makes sense to people – that alone inspires me. So, as I say, in summary – my inspiration is in knowing that I will finish it, and it’ll make sense to my intended audience.

Q: What was the hardest book thus far for you to write and why?

A: My most difficult book to date, without a doubt, Dying to Survive. That book has made a mess of me. I think the primary reason is the fact that there are six characters in the book, and they are all in some way mentally ‘off’. The book is a very troubling look at what we may consider when exposed to decisions about death, survival, coping with child abuse, rape, murder, abduction, captivity, greed, and repressed memories. It’s a tough book to write and maintain a level of separation from the characters. I become so close to the characters when I write that it makes it difficult to completely separate myself. Writing this wadded me up in an emotional ball for a month.

Q: Do you have plans for a new book? If so, what is it about?

A: I always have plans for a new book. My newest book coming out will be the second in the Undefeated series, Unstoppable. Although they are all stand-alone books, the Mike Ripton book is coming up next. It’s sure to satisfy the alpha-male junkies. Let’s just agree that Mike Ripton makes Erik Ead look like a softie when it comes to sex. After that, Teddy and Heather from the Baby Girl series. Then, by mid to late March, a twisted dark tale about women, men, and what makes us cringe when we’re alone.

Q: Your thoughts on receiving book reviews – the good and the bad…

A: Book reviews have the ability to help potential readers make a better educated guess on whether or not they may be interested in reading a particular book. Additionally, if presented properly, they allow the author to consider what was written into the review, and allow him/her to decide if the criticism is warranted, and if there can be adjustments made in the future to prevent having the same issues with later writings. I love good reviews, but my worst ratings have brought me some of my most useful reviews.

Q: If you gave one of your characters an opportunity to speak for themselves, what would they say?

A: Kelsey Theodore Wilson. “People are always sayin’ Get a life. I hate that saying. I think we should change it to, Get busy livin’. I like that better. We all got a life, we just need to get busy livin’ the one we got.

So, if I get to say my peace, Get busy livin’.

Q: What is your biggest pet peeve?

A: My biggest pet peeve in life are people that stand in front of me in line at the coffee shop and look at the menu like they have no idea why they’re there. My biggest pet peeve in writing are the people that apparently do not see the value in reading a synopsis prior to reading a book.

Q: What are 4 things you never leave home without?

A: Four things I will never leave home without. My watch. My electronic cigarette. My money clip and my glasses.

Q: Coffee or tea? How much of it do you drink on a daily basis?

A: Coffee. How much a day. Holy crap, seriously? Well, I drink three pots a day. As you that know me know. I do not drink water. For the month of October, 2013. I went from October 1^st – October 30th without as much as a sip of water. I was proving a point in going a month, but didn’t realize it was still October when I took a drink from a water bottle. I drink coffee until three a.m., and go to bed. It has no effect on me as far as keeping me awake, but I love the taste. Tea? No thank you.

Q: If you had a superpower, what would it be?

A: If I had a superpower it would be like the Flash. I would be normal, but have the ability to go from point A to point B in an instant. Other than that, the same guy. Flash is normal, right?

Q: What is one of your favorite quotes?

A: My favorite quote is this: “You miss one hundred percent of the shots you don’t take.” – Wayne Gretzky.

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Undefeated Quotes

“If something or someone is presented to us once, we will often dismiss it as being nothing more than happenstance. If that person or situation is presented twice, it is God slapping us in the face and telling us to pay attention. It is fate.”

― Scott Hildreth, Undefeated

“I would much rather be perceived as being great at a few things than be a failure at many.”
― Scott Hildreth, Undefeated

“Get your little sticky note pad and get a new note, Kace. Write this on it. I’m coming, Kace. I’m coming for your heart,”

― Scott Hildreth, Undefeated

“Without reading, I would go crazy – completely crazy. My Kindle had become my savior.”
― Scott Hildreth, Undefeated

My Teaser for Undefeated

(Ripp’s conversation with ‘Buster’. The term just cracked me up!)

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Unstoppable- Coming March 2014

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Unstoppable by Scott Hildreth.

If you’ve read Undefeated, you’ve met Ripp.

This. This is Ripp’s story…

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UNSTOPPABLE BY SCOTT HILDRETH

CHAPTER 1

RIPP. “Michael, eat your potatoes, you’re pickin’,” my mother sighed as she pointed to my plate.

I haven’t taken shit from anyone since my first playground fight when I was twelve years old. From that day until today, no one has ever picked a fight with me. Ever. If someone has fought me it was because they were either getting paid or they were trying to see if they could take a shot at my undefeated record.

Taking shit from my mother is another thing all together.

“Mom, I’m eating them,” I said as I began take another bite of the grilled chicken she had served.

Mothers in general can be funny creatures – but mothers born and raised in Texas always look at their children as just that, their children. I am my mother’s child, but I am not childlike in my actions. By watching my mother, you’d think I was ten years old.

“Michael, you’re not eatin’ ‘em. Is there something wrong with ‘em?” she set her fork down beside her plate and poked her finger into the pile of potatoes that sat on the edge of my plate.

“Mom, what the fuck are you doing fingerin’ my food?” I widened my eyes, dropped my chicken bone onto the plate and shook my head.

“Talk like that to your mother again, and I’ll slap your ass out of that damned chair, Mike. Eat your taters,” my father growled from across the table.

“I’m gonna eat ‘em. I didn’t know we had fuckin’ time limit or a particular order we had to eat shit in. Damn, Pop,” as I turned to face my father, he raised his hand in a gesture as if he was going to slap me.

Truth be known, my father has never so much as spanked my butt as a kid. Growing up in this house was like something out of a feel-good movie. A perfect house, perfect parents, and growing up with the feeling only a true loving, caring family could provide. Both my parents were like comedic actors. Always being funny, making jokes, and never expressing anything but true love – in their own silly way. Coming here for Sunday dinner was like going to the damned circus.

“You put ‘em on your plate, you better damned well eat ‘em,” my father hissed as he pointed at my plate with his fork.

“Son of a bitch, Pop. I’m gonna eat some of ‘em. I ain’t looking to eat ‘em all. I’m trying to save a little room. I gotta exercise in a bit, and I don’t want to end up fat from eating a bunch of god damned potatoes,” I explained as I forked some of the sliced cucumbers on my plate.

“Shane’s gonna be fightin’ for the championship, and he ain’t worried about a few taters,” my father said as he nodded toward Shane’s plate.

“God damn it Pop, I ain’t Shane and I’ll eat my food as I please. Can everyone just quit fingering and poking around on my god damned plate and let me eat some meat?” I looked up from my fork full of cucumbers and turned toward Shane.

His plate was empty.

Fucking kiss ass.

Shane shrugged his shoulders and smiled. Ever since he got an opportunity at the Heavyweight Championship, my parents invited him every Sunday for dinner. My father always wanted me to go the distance and fight for a title fight, but I’ve never been that type of fighter. Under no circumstances did my father understand. To me, it has never been about a title, a place in a book, or being on the news.

It’s about beating another man’s ass, and knowing you did so. I never needed a referee to tell me that I had won a fight. From just looking toward the other side of the ring – and seeing my opponent – everyone who witnessed my fights knew who won.

Long before it was ever announced.

“Dekk and I got shit we gotta do tonight, and I damned sure don’t need to be all bloated from eating potatoes. Mom, the food’s good as always, including the potatoes,” I nodded my head in my mother’s direction.

“The food was wonderful, Mrs. Ripton,” Shane said as he stood up from the table and carried his plate to the sink.

“Get your nose out of my mom’s ass, Dekk,” I laughed as I picked up another chicken breast from my plate.

“Michael!” my mother screeched.

“Damn it son,” my father complained.

“Well, he’s always kissing your asses. Great food, Mrs. Ripton, I like your truck, Mr. Ripton, Your hair looks great, Heather. I like your dress, Manda. It gets a little tough to listen to,” I laughed as I dropped the breast bone onto my plate and licked my fingers.

“Where’s that girl you’re seein’ Shane?” my father asked as Shane rinsed his plate.

“She’s at home, sir. Ripp. I mean Mike and I have to go…” Shane looked over his shoulder and paused.

God damn it, Dekkar.

“Have to go where? For what?” my father turned to face me.

He looked toward Shane, and turned to face me again. As he scrunched his brow he attempted to gaze into my eyes. I looked toward Shane in disbelief and rolled my eyes.

“What? Have to what? What are you two heathens doing? Mike, are you going over to Rundberg again? Or over to the east side? Damnit it Mike, I’ve told you about that,” my father shook his head as he stood from the table.

I stood from my seat.

“Pop…” before I got started talking he interrupted me.

“Don’t Pop me, Mike. You’re going to get your ass handed to you one of these nights from some twenty year old kid wacked out on crack,” my father complained as he walked to the sink.

My mother looked back and forth at each of us as we stood; unaware of what was going on for certain. I suspect most mothers are, but my mother was exceptionally naïve to everything around her.

“Pop. You and I both know I don’t make any money to speak of by boxing. I do it because I am good at it. I can paint cars, but I fucking hate painting cars. Or. Well. You know what else I can do,” I explained as I followed him to the sink.

“And people don’t smoke crack anymore, do they Dekk?” I laughed.

“You know what I mean, Mike. You’re not twenty years old any longer,” my father dropped his plate into the sink and reached for my shoulder.

Immediately, and in an exaggerated fashion, I leaned back, grabbed my father’s wrist, and twisted his arm behind his back.

“Damn it, Mike. Turn me loose,” he demanded as I pressed his stomach into the counter top.

“Still lightning fast, old man,” I growled into his ear as I pushed my chest into his back.

“Let your father go, Mike,” my mother exhaled a half-whisper without looking up from her plate of food.

I laughed as I let go of my father’s arm.

“Pop, I’m thirty-one. You’re right. I ain’t twenty. But if my twenty year old self was here right now, I’d beat his ass. I’m bigger, meaner, and quicker than I ever been. I’ll be fine,” I raised both my clenched fists to my mouth and kissed them independently.

As I held my hands up at eye level, I flexed my biceps.

My father shook his head, trying to change the subject, “And where’s that girl you’re seein’, Mike?”

“Liv? I ain’t seein’ her, Pop. I’m screwing her,” I laughed as I patted Dekk on the shoulder.

“Michael…” my mother said softly as soon as I said screwing.

It has always amazed me that my mother can’t hear, as hard as I try to get her to. As soon as I talk about doing something with a girl, she can hear a mouse fart. Supersonic hearing when it comes to my sex life. Both my parents have maintained a level of concern about my lack of commitment regarding a relationship.

I do relationships.

Just not for very long.

“Mom, Pop, we got to get. Come on Dekk,” I slapped Dekk’s shoulder again and turned toward the garage.

“Mr. and Mrs. Ripton,” Shane nodded toward my father and leaned to kiss my mother’s cheek.

“Come on, Dekk. Damn,” I exhaled and shoved my hands into the pockets of my shorts.

“Mom, Pop. Thanks. We gotta get,” I patted my mother’s shoulder as I walked around the table.

“You ain’t driving that car to Rundberg are you?” my father asked.

“Pop. Just leave it alone. Dekk and I and that damned car will all be fine, huh Dekk?” I chuckled.

“Mr. Ripton,” Dekk nodded as he walked through the kitchen.

“Don’t fuck that car up,” my father squealed.

“It ain’t yours anymore, Pop. It’ll be fine,” I shook my head and walked toward the garage as Dekk following close behind me.

As we stepped into the garage, Shane walked around me toward the rear of the garage.

Watching Shane walk was something that took me time to get used to. I remember when we met, after our first fight. I had challenged him about his way of walking.

“That walk of yours is either going to get you into a hell of a lot of trouble or keep you out of it, I can’t decide which,” I had laughed.

“I call it the Compton swagger,” Shane chucked in reply.

“Living in Compton, you need to know how to fight or you need to act like you know how. I know I can fight, but I needed to try to keep people from challenging me. So, I developed this walk. A walk with an attitude. It’s habit now,” he explained.

“Well, it works,” I agreed.

And we’ve been best friends since.

“Son of a bitch Dekk. You know he hates me going to Rundberg, and you know he always worries about his old car. Jesus,” I complained jokingly.

“And you know I hate you fighting these fights,” Dekk said as he walked around the car.

“It’s all I know. I ain’t painting cars anymore for money, it kills my lungs,” I said over the top of the car as I opened the door.

I had purchased my car from my father – a red 1969 Chevelle SS he had driven when he was in high school. After he graduated, he restored the car to near perfect condition. I bought it from him when I was twenty years old. Eleven years later, the car was in perfect condition, red, and race-ready. I had removed the 396 cubic inch motor, and installed a Chevy 502 cubic inch motor. The four speed transmission kept the entertainment value up, and made it damned intimidating in a street race.

As I fired up the motor, Shane started to speak. I raised my hands and shook my head.

“You know I can’t hear you in this loud motherfucker while we’re in the garage,” I screamed as I pushed in the clutch and shifted the car into reverse.

I looked over my right shoulder and through the back glass. As I let out the clutch the car started to surge backward. The whumpity-whump of the cam in this motor made it impossible to drive at low rpm or speed. I pressed on the gas to keep the engine from dying, backing the car out of the garage and into the street.

I pressed the brakes, stopped the car, and made eye contact with Dekk as I rotated my head to look straight ahead.

I raised my eyebrows and smiled an evil grin.

I came to my parent’s house once a week at minimum. Sunday dinner at home was a tradition. Although I drove my truck during the week at times, I always drove the Chevelle to my parent’s house. Fifty percent of the time that I left, I left like I was in a drag race.

The two dozen sets of black marks in front of the house were a constant reminder to my father of the differences in how he drove this car, and how I drove it. I did it to torture him and remind him of the fact that this wasn’t his car anymore.

As I shifted it into first, Shane began to yell.

“Dude, not again. Your father is going to kill you. He’s already pissed about you fighting bare knuckles in Rundberg,” Shane half yelled as he shook his head comically from side-to-side.

As I pressed the gas pedal half way to the floor the sound from the exhaust was deafening. I pressed a little further, and Dekk’s hands came up to cover his ears. I pressed a little further. As the motor reached that sweet spot – the one that I used to launch this car from a dead stop – my cock started to get stiff.

I turned toward Dekk and smiled.

“I love this fucking car, Dekk,” I screamed.

“Don’t,” he yelled.

“Can I get a fuck yes?” I tilted my head back and looked up at the headliner as I screamed.

I rotated my head to the left and looked toward my parent’s house. As the exhaust bellowed from the back of the car, my father stared out the window of the living room into the street, his hands pressed into his hips.

This ain’t your car anymore, old man.

I slid my foot off of the clutch, mashed the gas pedal to the floor, launching the car from a dead stop like it had been hit from behind by a semi-truck. I glanced right. Dekk, pinned to his seat, tried to reach for the dash to stabilize himself.

The car slid sideways as I grabbed second gear. Half way through second the tires started to grip, pressing Shane further into his seat. A quick glance in the rearview mirror confirmed the entire block was filled with the smoke from my tires. Two one hundred foot long black marks in front of my parent’s house would remind my father for the next month that I’m a little wilder than he is.

Just a little.

I shifted into third gear and let off the gas. Shane lowered his hands into his lap and exhaled.

As I came to a stop at the intersection, I rotated my wrist and glanced at my G-Shock. Thirty minutes to make it to Rundberg. Ten minutes to spare if traffic is decent. I lifted my hands from the steering wheel and looked at the scars that littered my knuckles and smiled. One more wouldn’t even be noticed.

The $2500 I’d win from knocking this punk out would last me over a month, and knocking motherfuckers out is what I do.

“You alright bro?” Shane asked as he rubbed his hands together and looked down at his lap.

I thought of another bare knuckled match in Rundberg. The smell of the adrenaline, the sweat, my muscles becoming pumped, the blood, the screaming of the people betting on the match, and taking that $2500 when it was over.

Am I ready?

I gripped the steering wheel and nodded my head once.

Fuck yes.

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Author Scott Hildreth (SD) Hildreth

Readers,

I will never forget the first time I actually felt as if I had helped someone resolve an issue in their life. I was in middle school. It started then, and has continued throughout my entire life. I have always made myself available to talk to people and resolve (or attempt to resolve) issues that they struggle with.

Having an exceptional ability to communicate has always been a gift of mine, and I have enjoyed doing so. Telling stories has always been second nature to me. Writing has been a passion of mine since I was a child. I have written poetry, romance, self-help, addiction, alcoholism, codependency, technical, and satire. There isn’t a genre or a topic that I feel more comfortable with. I enjoy writing about whatever it is that I feel passionate about at the time.

Being open-minded and often seeing abusive relationships unfold, I have always been passionate about abuse, or the prevention of it. My main focus has always been people that are incapable of helping themselves, primarily women, children, and the elderly. I have talked to hundreds of women that were in abusive relationships, and assisted many of them in removing themselves from these relationships.

I try to focus in my writings to develop a story that makes people stop and think. To look at a subject or subjects from a different point of view. If I am able to get my point across, and make the subject entertaining to the reader, I feel that I have met my objective. I feel that I have tremendous depth as a person, and have had some great experiences in my life. To date, what life has offered me has been nothing short of spectacular. My opinions, point of views, and perspectives on matters are just that; an opinion. There isn’t necessarily a right or wrong in what I write, but more of a belief. I always believe in what I am writing, and I further believe that the reader may benefit from viewing it from the written perspective.

I hope that you enjoy reading what I have written as much as I enjoy writing it. Nothing gives me greater satisfaction than knowing a reader enjoyed something I have written. Considering that, please take time to leave a book review if you have read something I have written.

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The dynamics of the characters is incredible. Each and everyone have their own back story and personal issues. This novel is based on a conversation that Hildreth had with someone dealing with Domestic Abuse in her life. Hildreth was bold, in that he took a topic that is not a typical theme in a romance, let alone an erotic romance novel. He saved his punches to the ‘twat waffle’ behind the conversation with the stranger. Instead he punched the keys to type this novel and bring it to his readers. The Heroine in, Undefeated, never let others know of her situation. She hid the bruises from those around her, until her bruised heart and body could not take it anymore. Look around you readers, who around you may be dealing with this issue in their own life? Definitely makes you go hmm…

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Writing is cohesive. Flows, and time passes in a way that is understandable to the reader. Plot holds realism, characters seem real. Real as you could see them in your own city. Novel expresses emotion, shows that life is not always pretty. Yet,there is hope at the end of the rainbow. You only have to believe. Readers will be exposed to Love, Hope, Thrilling, Gross, and Funny. Each page will generates a different feeling for the reader. This is a novel you will not want to put down!

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As I have said before, when reading I can be an emotional basket case. So yes, there were a few areas that had tears running down my face. But, no ugly crying…

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Into the Unknown

Book 2

Werewolf Wars

New Release

Indie Author Bethany Shaw

Published January 15, 2014

Paranormal Romance

Synopsis:

Into the Unknown

Gene has taken control of his pack after the devastating loss of his father, Rick the alpha. He has been preparing for this his entire life, but nothing could have prepared him for the brewing war, or the beautiful Talia.

Talia trusts no one. If she had it her way she would take her son and run far away from everyone. But, she wouldn’t get far with her psychotic family after her. Going against her better judgment, she teams up with Gene in an attempt to end her family’s tyranny.

Excerpt:

Chapter One

Gene Harris breathed in the sticky summer air as he ran a hand through his mussed, sweaty russet colored hair. Crickets chirped in the background, and the gravel crunched beneath his feet as he made his way up to the main house. He had just checked in with the night watch for the evening, and was ready to go to bed. It seemed like the days were jam-packed, while the nights were too short. It was overwhelming. His late father made it all look so easy, but Gene was beginning to wonder if he had the makings of an alpha. Not that he could ever let his doubt show. With a war brewing, he could not afford to appear weak.

The bright white lights of the ranch shone in his eyes as he rounded the corner of the barn. His eyes grew heavier with each step, exhausted, he was glad to be home. He froze. Soft calculated footsteps padded towards him. Narrowing his eyes, he looked around. There was no one in sight. The footsteps faltered and stilled. Gene clenched his fists, fearing that someone had snuck onto the property. Inhaling a deep breath, he tried to place their scent. There was an unusually strong aroma of pine and dirt. The disgruntled alpha suppressed the growl that was bubbling up in his throat. Whoever it was, they’d taken the pains to deliberately mask their scent. Rocks skidded behind him as the intruder tried to backtrack. Turning on his heel, he sprung toward the side of the out-building-gripping the intruder’s arm tightly-and shoved them against the wood siding of the barn.

He growled, his eyes widening and dilating as they took on a golden hue. Anger surging through him, he took in the person who had been sneaking around.

Fierce chestnut eyes met his as the slender form struggled against his grip. Her long coffee colored hair fell into her eyes as she fought to free herself. Recognizing the terrified woman, Gene released his grip and took a small step back. The alpha closed his eyes, shifting them back to their normal chocolate color, in hopes that this would make him seem less threatening.

“I didn’t realize you were out,” Gene said, appraising Natalia. “Why are you sneaking around out here?”

Her fist flew out of nowhere striking him across the jaw. Gene blinked as pain exploded in his mouth. His hand flying to his cheek as he tried to work the pain away by opening and closing his mouth. “I’m sorry,” he apologized, realizing the irony of his words as he said them. Still, it hadn’t been his intent to alarm her.

“Do not touch me,” she hissed venomously, shrinking back against the red planks. Chestnut eyes became slits as she clenched her fists—probably so she could strike out again, if needed. Fear rolled off of her in waves, surrounding him with the putrid stench of soured milk.

“I didn’t realize anyone else was out here. Is everything okay?” Gene questioned, taking another step back. He raised his hands in the air, keeping them where she could see them. To his knowledge, Natalia rarely ventured out of her bedroom. He didn’t want to be the reason that trend continued.

“I am fine,” Natalia snapped. She edged her way along the building, her eyes watching him the whole way.

“Let me escort you back in,” Gene offered, maneuvering himself so he was in front of her.

“I do not need your help,” Natalia snarled as she recoiled away from him.

“It’s late, you shouldn’t be out here alone,” Gene commented, looking up at the star covered sky. He could not help but wonder where she had been, and why she’d needed to sneak around. “We’re on high alert. You could have been hurt, wandering around out here like that.”

Although Natalia had been living under his roof for over a month now, Gene could count the number of times he’d seen her on one hand. Perhaps it was time he learn more about the elusive she-wolf. “You know you can come and go as you please. There is no need to sneak around out here. You should tell someone where you’re going so this doesn’t happen again. You should also consider getting an escort. And you absolutely should not be masking your scent. I thought you were an intruder. A war is on the horizon.”“I just want to be left alone so I can change in peace,” she fumed.“And I’m just trying to protect everyone in my pack,” Gene stated.

Instead of responding, Natalia shot him a lethal glare. Her lip curled in anger, and her brown eyes turned yellow. He could not be sure if she was angry, or if she still felt threatened. With a low growl, she pushed past him and darted the rest of the way to the main house. Yanking the door nearly off its hinges, she dashed inside, thudding up the wooden steps to her bedroom.

Gene shook his head and sighed. The beautiful brown-haired woman was a mystery to him. He knew that Natalia often spoke to Lark, his cousin’s girlfriend, but the blonde human refused to spill any details. He wished there were something more he could do to help the young she-wolf feel more at home at the ranch. Gene had thought about pushing Natalia to open up to him, but not knowing the full extent of the abuse she’d received from Juarez and Emmett McKinley, gave him pause. Instead, he had opted to let her come out of her own shell.

Shaking his worries away, he entered the house and sought out his own bed. He was far too tired to contemplate things tonight.

***

Natalia shut the white oak door behind her, leaning back against it as she panted heavily. Lark, who had been watching after her son, Adrian, stood up from the bed with a worried look on her face. Natalia’s heart beat wildly in her chest as she tried to regain her composure. Closing her eyes to gather her thoughts, she forced even breaths in and out of her nose. When she opened them again, she turned to the bassinet, checking to see if her son was still asleep.

“Is everything okay?” Lark asked, taking a step toward the she-wolf. Natalia nodded and forced a smile as she trailed a gentle finger down the blanket her son was swaddled in. He looked so peaceful.

“Yes,” Natalia said.

“He hasn’t made a peep,” Lark assured her. “Did you have a good run?”

“I feel better now, thank you,” Natalia mumbled, willing her terrified nerves to relax.

A cold chill zipped down her spine and she tensed, clasping her hands tightly to keep the shaking at bay. She shouldn’t wait so long to transition anymore; it wasn’t good for her health.

“What happened?” Lark asked, frowning.

“The alpha…he heard me coming back and…” Natalia paused to look at Lark, whose blue eyes widened as she waited for the she-wolf to continue. “Anyway, he startled me and I…I punched him.”

“You punched Gene?” Lark asked slowly as a small smile slid across her face.

“I suppose it was instinct,” Natalia mumbled, her face reddening as guilt consumed her. She had acted impulsively; her nerves had already been frayed from the rough transition. The alpha had done nothing to her as of yet, and, for that, she was more than grateful.

“Do you think he will be angry?”

Lark shook her head. “No. Gene was never one to hold a grudge. But you should talk to him. He is a good guy, and I’m sure you’d like to be a productive member of the ranch.”

Natalia sighed and nodded. What she really wanted was to leave this place—to find a place where she could live safely with Adrian. But she doubted that such a place existed.

“I will think on it. I am sure that, if Gene is back, Devon must be waiting for you at his home.” Forcing a tight-lipped smile, Natalia squeezed her hands tighter, hoping to keep her trembling hands out of sight.

Lark grinned and tucked a blonde curl behind her ear. “I should probably get going. I’ll stop by tomorrow, though.”

“I will see you then,” Natalia said as Lark left, softly clicking the door shut behind her.

Natalia walked to the door, flipping the lock. It wouldn’t keep anyone out if they truly wanted in, but at least she would wake up if the lock were broken. She flopped down on the bed with a sigh, closing her eyes and wrapping her arms around her torso. Natalia’s body tensed, and she cringed as a numbing pain jolted through her limbs.

Breathing deeply, she focused on Larks words, hoping they’d pull her out of her episode. Lark was right; she would have to venture out of this room eventually. If the alpha was giving her freedom, she should learn as much as she could about the pack and their mannerisms. She’d spent too much time locked up as a prisoner before arriving at the ranch. Now, she was no longer a prisoner, but she had no way of knowing how long that would last. Better to gather information for an escape now, than to wait for the alpha to act later.

The spasms finally slowed as sleep gnawed at the back of her mind. Burrowing into the pillows, she pictured the ocean—home.

***

Gene let out a long breath and relaxed back into his leather chair. After his run-in with Natalia last night, he’d been too wired to sleep. He wasn’t quite sure why, but he was paying for it today. The day seemed to be moving in slow motion.

He’d finally finished all of his pack business for the day, and now he needed to move on to paperwork for the ranch. Turning to his computer, he typed in his password. Just as he was about to pull up his files, he was interrupted by the shrill ringing of the phone.He cleared his throat. “Hello?”

Gene was greeted by an all-too-cheerful voice on the other end. “Gene Harris, it’s Fernando Juarez.”Gene tensed, grasping the phone tighter. It had been a month since he’d heard from the dangerous alpha of the Gulf packs. Not wanting the other alpha to know he was startled, he responded, “I was beginning to wonder when we would hear from you again.”

Fernando chuckled into the phone. “My apologies, son. I’ve been quite busy with other affairs. I did call to inquire about my granddaughter, Natalia, and my great grandson or granddaughter.”

Granddaughter? Gene hadn’t realized Natalia was related to Fernando. “They are fine,” he replied, keeping his voice calm and even. The phone, however, crackled under his grip as he tightened his hold.

“Well, I’m glad to hear it. I just wanted to extend an offer to her; she is more than welcome to come home anytime she pleases. We miss her here. Family belongs with family, don’t you agree?” Fernando inquired. His voice was light, but Gene could hear the underlying threat.

“The decision is hers. If she chooses to return to your home, I would never stop her,” Gene said honestly. From what he’d seen of Natalia, however, he highly doubted she would want to return home. Still, uncertainty crept through him. There wasn’t much he knew about her, and he realized that it was high time he got to know the woman taking refuge at his ranch. Natalia had come with them willingly when they had rescued Lark and Emily from the McKinley homestead a few weeks ago. Gene had left her alone until now, knowing that she was a new mother and already frightened. This was not, however, a viable option any longer. One way or another, she was going to become a productive member of his pack.

“Of course it is,” Fernando replied, laughing heartily. “Just send her my best wishes, will you?”

“I’ll let her know. Was there another reason for your call?” Gene asked.

“Actually, I was planning a trip to Louisiana in a few weeks. Perhaps I will stop by to meet with you. I like to know who my neighbors are.”

“I wouldn’t exactly call us neighbors. New Mexico is several hundred miles from Abilene,” Gene said, an edge creeping into his voice.

“I’ll let you think on it. After all, my granddaughter is living in your home. I will be in touch to work out the details,” Fernando said unfazed.

Gene opened his mouth to respond when the line clicked and went dead. With a low growl, he hung up the phone. It seemed their reprieve from the Gulf packs was up. Taking his cell phone out, he pounded in his cousin Devon’s number. In order to decide on the best course of action, he would need to collaborate with the other alpha.

He had just started to dial the number when he heard a knock on his office door. The knob jiggled and turned as Devon entered. “I was just getting ready to call you,” Gene said, sitting back in his chair.

“I came over with Lark. She’s upstairs with Natalia,” Devon said as he sank into the leather chair opposite Gene. “The two of them have really hit it off.”

Devon’s hazel eyes flashed gold for a moment before returning to normal. “What did he want?”

“He offered Natalia the opportunity to come home, and wants to come here to meet with me.”

“Didn’t we do this with him already?” Devon asked, referring to a similar conversation they’d had a month ago.

“I think he’s serious this time, Dev,” Gene said. “We knew he wasn’t going to just let things go. For whatever reason, he’s decided that he wants to pursue us again.”

“Then we should send Preston and Vincent out to speak with other packs sooner rather than later,” Devon surmised.

Gene nodded in agreement. “If we’re going to stand any chance, we need more manpower. Juarez mentioned that he was heading to Louisiana.”

“You think he’s doing the same thing?”

“I certainly wouldn’t put it past him,” Gene said, running a hand over the stubble that adorned his jaw. “I think he wants as many wolves under his control as he can possibly get. We need to plead our case to the packs we think will be most sympathetic to our case. The way I figure it, there are three kinds of packs. There are those that believe in his barbaric, old school ways of owning women and forcing them to mate. There are those that will bow down out of fear. And there are those like us, who aren’t afraid to stand up for what is right.”

“We have three fertile women here, four if you include Em. They will be an allure to the men. We want to make sure that we attract the right kind of wolves here,” Devon said quietly.

“Agreed,” Gene acknowledged. “The last thing we need is for men coming, thinking they are going to find a mate here, or force one of their hands. Maddie and Amelia, I’m not worried about so much; your mother watches after them like a hawk. Emily and Marcus are mated, which should be a strong deterrent. It’s Natalia…” Gene trailed off. He swallowed. The need to protect her overwhelmed him. He wanted to shelter her—keep her safe—soothe away her fears.

“I think she can fend for herself,” Devon chuckled. “Lark mentioned the two of you had a run-in last night.”

Gene’s hand instinctively drifted to the corner of his jaw. There had been a well-defined bruise last night. Thanks to his accelerated healing, the blemish was barely noticeable today. “She can. If she is ever going to feel at home here, we need to use caution. She reacted out of fear when I approached her last night. I imagine she keeps herself locked up in that room because she is afraid of us.” He paused, replaying Juarez’s words in his head. “Did you know she is Juarez’s granddaughter?”

“No.” Devon frowned as he leaned forward. “That’s an interesting development, unless you think he is lying?”

“I don’t see why he would lie about that,” Gene said, running a hand through his hair. “I need to know what Natalia knows. If anything she could be a good ally.”

“We both know you’re more of a people person than I am,” Devon smirked.

Gene laughed, knowing the truth behind the statement. “Perhaps I’ll go up now.”

***

“You and Adrian should come down for dinner tonight. Sunday dinners are always the best,” Lark said as she tickled Adrian’s belly.

Natalia smiled at the sound of her son’s cooing. “I don’t think so.”

“If you’re worried about Gene-”

“It’s not that,” Natalia said cutting Lark off. “I do not trust Daniel or Claire.” Or anyone! She thought to herself. If she could run away, she would. She’d come to the awful realization that there was nowhere for her to go. This pack seemed nicer, but she was still a prisoner.

“Sarah, Emily, and I are going shopping next weekend. Fall is almost here, and Sarah wants to get some new clothes before she goes to college. You and Adrian could come with us,” Lark said, glancing up to meet Natalia’s gaze.

“I don’t know,” Natalia hesitated. She would like to get out and resume a normal life. “You’re going by yourselves?”

“Devon and Marcus will probably be there-maybe Preston-but I doubt they’ll be hovering. After the kidnappings, Devon and Gene aren’t taking any chances with anyone. They’ll probably stay far away from us while we shop, but with everything that is going on, it isn’t safe for us to just go out,” Lark rambled, chewing on her bottom lip.

“I will think about it,” Natalia said with a sigh. She hadn’t been shopping in close to a year now. It would be nice to get out. To have clothes of her own to wear again.

“Nobody here is going to hurt you, Talia,” Lark reminded her. “If you want to talk about what happened…”

“I don’t,” Natalia snapped. Shivers zipped down her spine as her mother’s dead, haunted eyes flashed in her mind.

Lark opened her mouth to respond, but quickly closed it when someone knocked loudly on the door. Natalia gripped the green bed sheets in her hand as Lark set Adrian down in the bassinet.

“Who is it?” Lark asked, making her way to the door and resting her hand on the knob.

“It’s Gene. I need to speak with Natalia,” the alpha’s voice called from the other side.

Natalia tensed as the door creaked open, gritting her teeth as the alpha glanced at her.

“Hey Lark,” Gene greeted with a warm smile before turning his intent brown eyes on Natalia. “Do you mind helping Claire out in the kitchen? I need to have a few words with Natalia.”

“Oh, um, sure,” Lark said, glancing between the two of them.

“Thanks,” Gene said, opening the door wider so Lark could exit.

Natalia swallowed as Lark gave her one last look before exiting the room. Fear gripped her as the cream-colored walls seemed to close in on her. She could only imagine what he was going to force her to do. She’d been waiting for him to make demands. It appeared today was the day.

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Into the Unknown, is the second book in Indie Author, Bethany Shaw’s Werewolf Wars, a Paranormal Romance series. Into the Unknown, tells Gene and Natalia’s story. The flow of the novel follows exactly with the ending of Book 1, Out of the Shadows. The novels could be read as a stand-alone, however I would recommend them to be read in order. In this way, the reader will have a better understanding of the actions, danger, and how the relationships and characters connect to the novels.

Book 2 provides the reader a glimpse of what being an alpha is all about. Gene and Devon are now working together. Each supporting one another in the alpha role of their packs. Lark and Devon from Book 1 feature quite heavily throughout Book 2. Other characters met in Book 1 such as Marcus and Claire take more minor roles in this newest novel.

Natalia has had a very rough life. Having the knowledge of who her father was, what her brothers were, weighs like lead in her heart. Especially in how she and her mother were eventually found and what occurred when she was taken back to Juarez’s pack. Due to her feelings toward these people, she has a hard time trusting Gene and those around him. Natalia in the beginning of the novel only feels safe with Lark. But you will have to read to find out why, and to see if by the end of the novel she trusts anyone else.

Shaw takes the reader on a true reading adventure. The pages of this novel are filled with good times as well a bad. Juarez has his mind set of getting Natalia and her son back into his pack. He will use any way possible to achieve this. His claws and power reach far and wide. No where is safe from his treachery.

Natalia’s main concern is her son. She only wants him to be safe. Adrian is her life, her reason for living, for breathing, her strength, and her weakness. She refuses to let him grow up as a member of Juarez’s pack. Natalia has walls built up around her heart. Can Gene break through them? Is Natalia successful in keeping Adrian out of the pack threatening war? To find the answers to these questions and to read about this strong female, who is an alpha in her own right, read , Into the Unknown by Bethany Shaw. Lose yourself in the adventure of survival. There is danger lurking around every corner. Yet, there is also a tug of war in the adventure of love happening in this novel. Will Natalia learn to trust Gene enough to work with him on fighting against Juarez? Can Gene show Natalia a different side of being a wolf shifter, one that is not evil or cruel, but respects women and their wolf traditions?

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5-Rosebud Writing Rave

Plot is thick with mystery, thrills, and romance. Background on characters is solid. Writing overall is flawless. If there was a grammar issue I did not see it. Shaw leaves readers wanting more, more, more of the story…

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Will Gene and Natalia work out their issues? All these fights between the packs takes its toll on life and love. Emotions run high and deep in the hearts and minds of these characters.

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Gene and Natalia feel a pull to one another. When they decide to explore these feelings, the pages heat up.

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Cover Reveal – On the Rocks – Author Sawyer Bennett

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On the Rocks

A NEW SERIES

BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR SAWYER BENNETT

The Last Call Series, #1

Adult Contemporary Romance

Releasing February 17, 2014

Cover designed by Vitalink

Synopsis

Gabby Ward is not happy that Hunter has returned. Bitter over his rebuff years before, she’s content to stay far away from him and his dangerously charming ways.

What starts out as a mutual business arrangement soon turns into a passion that neither of them can continue to deny.

Hard choices lay ahead for both of them when Hunter is offered a once in a lifetime opportunity to return to the pro surfing tour.

Choices that could destroy what they have built or take them further than they ever had dared to hope.

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About the Author

dogs who hog the bed. Sawyer would like to report she doesn’t have many weaknesses but can be bribed with a nominal amount of milk chocolate.

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Cover Reveal- Conklin’s Blueprints Revised by Brooke Page

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Conklin’s Blueprints Revised

Author Brooke Page

Synopsis

Becca finally found her courage and faced her tormentor’s head on to get what she deserved; respect and Tyler Conklin. With her new found strength in herself, Becca faith in Tyler is solid, but is he willing to completely open up to her? They both have past baggage, and as Becca says Tyler’s is particularly old. Will they finally get over their inner turmoil?

With everything they have been through, you would think Becca and Tyler have learned that secrets get them nowhere. They have made great leaps and bounds in their relationship, but Becca can’t help but feel he is still keeping something from her. Between the local detective snooping around and asking questions at the Conklin building and Tyler’s evasive answers, Becca remains skeptical about his excuses. Even though the detective seems more interested in RJ’s “projects”, Tyler’s hands seem to be in the pot as well.

Unfortunately, Tyler’s past comes back in his face along with his shady business. Will Becca hold true to her new found confidence and claim what’s hers… including Tyler?

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Excerpt

Tyler and I couldn’t keep our hands off of each other. We had never been as intimate or as connected as we were last night. Probably because we hadn’t touched each other for damn near a month. His hands delicately stroked my body everywhere, etching my feelings for him deeper into my heart.

I forgave him for telling RJ I was an easy lay, for saying he could “fuck me” whenever he wanted. I knew now that he didn’t mean it, and he was only afraid of RJ taking me away from him. Of course this was ludicrous; I would never let RJ touch me, but Tyler was haunted by his father’s every needing urge to get under Tyler’s skin and was paranoid because of his father’s affair with Margo.

Margo was Tyler’s old nanny who stole his virginity and had a leash on his heart for 10 years. He told me he didn’t love her, but whenever her name was brought up, his eyes turned cold with malevolence as though he despised her. Or as I saw it, his heart was still broken some from her betrayal with RJ. But Margo and Tyler never had an actual relationship, which made the entire situation one big mess that I had yet to completely grasp.

I took another deep breath and was startled by a large clanking noise coming from downstairs. Then I heard the faucet turn on and more clanking. Tyler must be in the kitchen. I stood up and was surprised by how my legs trembled.

Probably from all the make-up sex.

I smirked at my inner monologue. I picked up Tyler’s t-shirt off the floor and grabbed my black lace panties that he so quickly stripped off of me last night. I probably had only worn them for 10 minutes. I padded my way out of Tyler’s vast bedroom. The large wall was partially pulled to the side as always. I walked through the loft where all of Tyler’s plans and blueprints laid scattered amongst the floor and workspace. I found my way to the black spiral staircase and winced with every step down I took.

Wow was I sore! We were going to have to take it easy tonight or maybe keep the creativity to a minimum.

I looked out into the kitchen and saw Tyler standing at the stove attempting to flip an omelet. He turned his head slightly and saw me out of the corner of his eye. Once he flipped the omelet, he turned to face me; a huge grin was plastered on his face.

“Good morning. I was going to bring you breakfast in bed. Sorry if I woke you,” he said, leaning against the kitchen island holding a spatula.

I walked up to the island and sat down on the stool across from him. “You didn’t have to make me breakfast.” My eyes grew wide as my stomach grumbled at the two large plates filled with mixed fruit, bacon, and now veggie omelets that Tyler placed in the open spot on each plate. I hadn’t eaten a real meal in a long time.

Tyler pushed the plate over to me along with a fork and napkin. He turned to grab the tea pot and poured the hot water into a coffee mug that held a tea bag. “Of course I did. Making breakfast in bed for my girlfriend on a Sunday should be a given,” Tyler said, putting the mug in front of me and grabbing his plate to come sit next to me. He kissed my forehead as he walked by.

“Hmm and why haven’t I had this luxury before?” I said with an arched brow. His face fell. Shoot. I didn’t mean to upset him. “I’m kidding, thank you. It looks great.” I smiled, putting my hand on his forearm while picking up my fork. I dug into the omelet first. From what I remembered, he made great omelets.

A smile played on his lips as he picked up his fork, never taking his eyes off of me. We ate in silence, mainly because I didn’t want to take a break from eating. It was delicious. I pushed my plate away after eating half of it. I was stuffed. Tyler’s face scrunched when he noticed.

“Aren’t you going to eat more?” he asked.

I put my hand on my stomach. “I already ate too much.” Tyler flexed his jaw and turned back to his plate, scrunching his eyebrows.

I stood up and took my plate to the sink and began to clean the other dishes. While the faucet water ran, my mind drifted to Jamie. I was going to have to talk to her. Today. I couldn’t stand the thought of her being mad at me. I didn’t even have my phone to call her, not that she would answer. I turned off the faucet after I loaded the last pan and felt Tyler’s hands on my hips. He briefly kissed the back of my neck. “How are you feeling this morning?” he asked.

I leaned back into his chest. “Sore.” I sensed his grin on my neck. He slowly turned me around so we were face to face, my lower back pressed against the counter.

He lifted his finger and made a circle motion on my chest and gave me an unsure smile. “What about here?” he whispered, his eyes becoming concerned. I frowned and my shoulders fell.

Letting out a deep sigh, I said, “It still hurts.” His face fell even more. “But last night helped a lot. Thank you,” I said, tilting my head up to kiss him on the cheek. He gave me a lopsided smile and wrapped his arms around me.

His smile quickly faded into distress. Hesitantly he looked down at me. “Are we okay?” Tyler whispered, giving me a firm squeeze.

His unsure look was sobering and tore at my heart. Our bodies definitely connected last night, but he needed verbal reassurance. I reached up and ran my hands along his clean shaven jaw. “Yes,” I said, pulled his face down to mine. “Thank you for not giving up on me,” I murmured across his lips, giving him a gentle kiss.

Tyler’s shoulders relaxed as he kissed me back, wrapping his arms around me tighter. He stopped the kiss and put our foreheads together. “Giving up on you wasn’t an option.”

. Tyler Conklin is infatuated with Becca, yet is apprehensive about a public relationship because of his hidden baggage. Not wanting anyone to know about his slight obsession with her, their potential relationship must be kept a secret. Will Becca put up with Tyler’s untold story for long? Will she tolerate being his secret?

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About the Author

Mother of two, wonder wife, after school art/pottery instructor, self proclaimed runner, and Indie Romance Novel junkie!

This is Brooke’s second book, the first in the series was released back in September 2013 Conklin’s Blueprints.

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Brighten up Your Holidays with the Reading, Writing, and Book Reviews Author-a-Thon

13 Dec 2013 1 Comment

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Brittany Kayla

Captured in Midnight Cove

December 10, 2013

The Midnight Cove Series

Book 1

Captured in Midnight Cove

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1) Captured in Midnight Cove ,Excerpt

Well, I hope yer happy, Thayer. Ye ruined all our plans. Ye know, I did all of this for us, so we could be together. Ye and I are supposed tae be together. No’ ye and some foul human,” she snapped.

“Are ye daft, woman,” I asked incredulous. “Have I no’ fuckin’ made myself clear? I have told ye in every bluidy possible way that I want nothin’ tae do with yer arse and still ye continue pushing and pulling. Now even goin’ as far as tae torture my true Mate?” I strode toward her while I spoke, even as she backed away until her back was flat against the wall with nowhere else to go.

I had never hit a woman, but this one had pushed me so far that I was seriously considering it. I grabbed her shoulders tightly before continuing, “Rosalind, ye fuckin’ bitch, I have said it a million times, and I’ll say it again. I want nothing, nothing tae do with yer skanky, conceited, and conniving self. As far as I’m concerned, ye doona even exist. Yer nothin’ but my worst nightmare come tae life. Yer dead tae me. In fact, I’ll be pissin’ on yer grave when ye finally shrivel up and die. Doona look at me like that,” I said as she smirked.

I knew she was thinking that she would never allow herself to die. “Ye will die, Rosalind. Ye will either be killed by one of the others for just being yer nasty self, or ye will have chased everyone away with yer personality that ye will be so alone and beg for death. Honestly, for the first time, I wish we did no’ have that damn law about no’ killing within our pack because,” I leaned in close to her throat, “I’m just itching to tear into yer throat and end yer miserable excuse of a life.”

I shoved her to the floor and turned to walk over to where Tevin was now holding a limp Baylee. My heart dropped as I saw her battered face streaked with tears. She was unconscious, not dead. Thank ye, God, I thought.

“Ye will regret this, Thayer,” Rosalind screamed at my back. “I know ye will come crawlin’ back tae me. Ye will grow tired of havin’ tae be so easy with her. She’s breakable, no’ half the woman ye need in the bedroom.”

I laughed as I looked over my should at how pathetic she was. How had I never seen her for what she really was before? Was I really that blinded? Surely a part of me knew what a poisonous cunt she was. “Rosalind, lass, she’s a hell of a lot more of a woman in bed than ye ever were.” She glared at me and huffed as she got back on her feet and stomped past a struggling Sloan and out the door.

Standing in front of Tevin, I held my arms out to take Baylee from him. He handed her over gently, taking care to lean her head softly against my shoulder. My eyes roamed over every part of her I could see, taking in all the bruises, cuts, and wet and dried blood covering her tiny body. A deep growl erupted from my chest as I looked over at Sloan. He did all of this to her. I wanted nothing more than to march over there and rip his head from his body, but that would be too good for him. He deserved so much pain, torturous drawn out pain.

“Ye will pay for this, Sloan. This is no’ the end. Watch yer back.”

Adjusting Baylee as gently as possible, she whimpered against my shoulder, and her face contorted with pain. I had to swallow down the cry that threatened to burst from inside me. “My poor sweet, Baylee, please stay with me. I promise I won’t let anythin’ else happen tae ye. Just please…please doona leave me,” I whispered softly against her hair.

Lots of Love and Happiness,

x Brittany ,Kayla

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Book 2

Exiled From Midnight Cove

Due to be Released Early 2014

2) Excerpt

Here is an excerpt from book two in the series, Exiled From Midnight Cove. This has not been posted before. You are the first one’s to see it. Enjoy!

I couldn’t believe my eyes. I followed Baylee’s scent to this location and saw her pressed against a building laughing and kissing Logan. I swallowed hard and blinked my eyes several times hoping against hope what I’d seen wasn’t real. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me, but my sweet Baylee was indeed in the arms of another wolf. The wolf I had entrusted her life with while I fought for mine. While I fought for us.

Anger swept through my body completely taking over all of my senses. I growled and knew my eyes were flashing. I felt my teeth lengthen, and my face contort. I narrowed my eyes as he spun around to look in my direction. There was immediate recognition in his eyes, and he was terrified. Rightfully so too because I was going to rip him to pieces until there was nothing left to identify as a person or wolf.

I briefly registered Baylee trying to get around him and him trying to keep her behind him. Did he think I would actually hurt her? Or did he think I didn’t know that it was, in fact, her he just had his paws all over?

I lunged forward and grabbed him by the front of his shirt, throwing him several feet into the air before he landed about ten feet behind me. I didn’t allow him recovery time and pounced on him. I grabbed his head and slammed it into the concrete parking lot, stunning him furthermore. He dared tae touch what was mine? Another head slam to the concrete. He dared tae put his lips on My Mate? I punched his face repeatedly. Never again will he be able tae take what was mine! He managed to shove me up enough for him to get a good punch to my left eye. I was temporarily stunned, and he took advantage pushing me to my back. He grabbed the front of my shirt, and landed several more punches to my face. I grew angrier that he dared to fight back when he deserved to be punished for touching my Mate. Using my feet, I kicked him off of me, and climbed on top of him. I grabbed his arm and bit into his wrist, tearing his hand from him. I snarled and tore his other hand off. Try tae touch her now, ye bluidy bastard!

Baylee screamed, startling me out of my rage for a moment. I turned to see her with wide eyes, tears streaking her face, and her hands covering her mouth. I felt a brief feeling of regret. Not for what I did, but because I did it in front of her. It’d been months since we’d seen each other. She’d had plenty of time to actually fall in love with Logan. What if she was in love with him?

My eyes traveled hungrily over her. She looked beautiful. I had craved the sight of her for months, had begged God to let me smell her one last time, to feel her again. This had not been the reunion I had in mind. The reunion I’d imagined was me finding her, her jumping into my arms, and then me kissing her senseless. Instead she had been with the wolf, I sent her away with. It was my own stupidity really. What kind of male sends his Mate away with another male? I only had myself to blame if they’d fallen for each other.

“Get off of him, Thayer! What is wrong with you,” her beautiful mouth yelled at me. Something was wrong. I wasn’t hearing just our heartbeats. Someone else was near. They’d probably called the police already. It registered in my mind we were out in the open for all to see. I looked down at Logan, who was still howling in pain, but the bleeding had already stopped. Stumbling a bit away from them both, I looked around for the other heartbeat I was hearing. Where was it coming from?

I closed my eyes, and heard Baylee run to Logan. The wolf in me growled with satisfaction when I heard him telling her to get away from him and not to touch him. The heartbeat had moved when Baylee moved. Realization hit me, and my eyes sprang open. Baylee was pregnant? I’d fuckin’ kill him for sure!

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x Brittany Kayla

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Bethany Shaw

Out of the Shadows

December 13, 2013

Paranormal Romance

Book 1

Out of the Shadows

Werewolf Wars Series

Synopsis

In an attempt to save his sister, Emily, from becoming a breeder, Devon Harris defies his alpha and flees his home with his sister. They seek refuge at his Uncle Rick’s ranch, unintentionally laying the foundation for a war between the packs. There he meets the fiery human Lark. In the midst of a war, does he dare let himself fall for her?

Rick Harris has been like a second father to Lark Davies since her parents died
in an accident three years ago. As the sole guardian of her younger sister and
the owner of her own bakery, Lark doesn’t have time for a social life. When
Rick’s nephew comes to town, sparks immediately begin to fly as Lark finds
herself drawn even further into the werewolf world.

Excerpt

Lark opened her eyes, taking in the pitch black hotel room, illuminated only by the moonlight. Sweat beaded around her neck and brow. Hair stuck to the nape of her neck. She sat up and looked around at the barely visible furniture. Movement by the window caught her eye.

Devon stood at the window arms crossed over his chest. His broad shoulders accented by the bright white of the moon. Lark stared at the fine plains of his bare back. She licked her lips taking him all in. Her body shuddered recalling the way he’d felt pressed against her – the way his lips had caressed hers a day ago.

Lark blinked the images away. Thankful for the darkness that hid the heat creeping across her face. Her throat parched, she pushed the covers back to get a drink of water from the sink.

The cool water alleviated some of the heat, and glided down her parched throat. She pushed the wet strands out of her face and walked to the window. Devon hadn’t moved. Preston and the three other guys lay sound asleep on the floor. They’d been kind enough to give her the only bed.

“Do you not sleep?” Lark joined him at the window. Her eyes glued to the door across the street. To think, her sister was in that room. Lark wondered if Sarah was okay. Was she sleeping? In pain? Would they hurt her? The list went on and on.

“It’s my turn to keep watch. Daniel said they wouldn’t leave till morning, but I don’t want to risk it.” Devon looked over at her for a moment his eyes slipped down to take in her plaid pants before he turned back to the window.

She’d gone with Preston to the store earlier to pick up a few things. They’d both needed the distraction. She normally slept in boy-shorts, but after her run in with Devon the other morning, and considering she was sharing a room with five guys, she had thought better.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you guys were keeping watch. I can keep a look out if you want to rest.”

“It’s okay. Preston will take over in another half hour.” Devon shrugged. “I’m used to the late nights; it’s actually been a little bit of shell shock to get used to days. As an EMT I worked the twelve hour night shift. Most incidents happen at night, you get used to being up all night. My nights off I usually spent out too. Vincent likes to party. I went along for something to do and keep him out of trouble.”

“I can see that about Vincent. I bet you’ve seen some interesting things on your job?”

Devon smiled, the moonlight lit his hazel eyes. “People never cease to amaze you. I’ve seen the traumatic to the dramatic.”

Lark laughed. “I can imagine. You see stories on the news every so often, where someone calls 911 for a cheeseburger, or something ridiculous like that.”

“Those are the people who don’t understand the absorbent bill they get in the mail for our services either,” Devon chuckled.

The smile lit his entire face. It gave her a rare glimpse of him. Lark wondered what had happened in his past to make him so distant. Slowly, he seemed to be opening up to her. She hoped he continued to do so.

“I’m sure you get interesting characters in The Cookie Jar.”

“Yeah, about half my customers are regulars. It’s kind of nice getting to talk to everyone. You’d be amazed what people tell you though. I’ve heard so many things that I really didn’t want to know.” Lark placed her hands on the windowsill, leaning forward. She peered out the sheer curtains.

Her thoughts drifted back to Sarah and Emily; at least they had each other.

“They won’t hurt her.”

Lark looked up at him surprised, taking a moment to register his words. She nodded and sighed, eyes darting back to the door across the street. The street seemed to stretch endlessly. It felt like miles separated them instead of mere feet. She would feel better once she could hold Sarah in her arms again.

“Have you ever thought about becoming a doctor or a nurse? You know taking your training to the next level?” Lark needed a distraction and she was curious about Devon.

“My bedside manner sucks.”

Lark met his smile. “But would you?”

Devon leaned forward before rocking back on his heels. “I don’t know. I never really thought about it.”

Lark nodded. “I always enjoyed baking. I never in my life thought I’d own my own bakery. But I couldn’t imagine doing anything else.”

“I do like the blueberry muffins.”

“You guys do seem to have a sweet tooth. Well, actually, I’ve noticed you guys eat just about anything.”

Devon laughed. “It’s our metabolism. Especially when we shift a lot; it makes us hungry.”

“I can tell.” Lark looked over at him. “Do you do it often? Shift I mean?”

“I try to once a day; some days, like when I worked, I couldn’t. The wolf is a part of who we are. Shifting is important for our mental well being. As a rule, we try to shift three to four times a week. The only exception is when women are pregnant. The shift is harmful to the fetus since the body transforms from a human into a wolf.”

“Does it hurt when you change?” Lark couldn’t stop herself from asking.

“It’s a pleasure pain.”

“I imagine it’s exhilarating.”

“You really are genuinely interested aren’t you?” Devon turned to her eyes locked on hers.

Lark swallowed at the intensity of his gaze and lowered her eyes to the floor.

“I…I’m not trying to be rude.”

“I know.” Devon’s fingers grazed her chin, tilting it back up. “I’ve never met someone who’s been so understanding – who’s wanted to learn more.”

His thumb cupped her chin softly eyes glued to hers. She licked her lips in anticipation.

Slowly his face inched toward hers, their breath mingled. Her heart raced, and body scorched with arousal. His woodsy scent filled her nostrils. Eyes closed, his lips grazed against hers. Devon’s stubble scratched her chin; his lips so soft against hers.

Out of the Shadows

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Book 2

Into the Unknown

Releasing January 2014

Synopsis:

Gene has taken on the role of alpha after the devastating loss of his father. A war is on the horizon and Gene is determined not to fail his pack. He makes an unlikely alliance with Natalia, the woman his enemy is hunting. The more time they spend together, the more Gene finds himself drawn to the sexy, mysterious, she-wolf.

Natalia has lost faith in her kind. After being rescued from her captors by Gene’s pack, she wants to take her son and run far away from everyone. But, she knows she wouldn’t get far with her psychotic family chasing her. She agrees to team up with Gene in an attempt to end her family’s tyranny. As they attempt to work together, she finds herself wondering if she can truly trust him, or will his betrayal be the greatest yet?

Excerpt: Into the Unknown *Unedited*

“Wow,” Natalia breathed as they reached the top of the peak. She closed her eyes as the cool breeze ghosted against her face. Pine and oak fragranced the air, causing a smile to slide across her face. Opening her eyes, she surveyed the landscape.

Trees spread out for as far as the eye could see. The sun hung low, filling the sky with an orange pink hue. She spun around relishing in the fresh scent and the complete seclusion the trees offered. Crickets chirped and she could hear wildlife scuttling about. “This is amazing,” she said, focusing her gaze on Gene.

“My father worked hard on the landscape back home, but I don’t think it will ever be this secluded.”

“It is nice at your ranch,” Natalia commented. “I grew up in the city anything outside the city limits is rustic to me.”

“And you weren’t around any other wolves?” Gene questioned.

“No. My mother taught me what she knew. Which was not much. Her only experience was with my father, Luis.”

“I meant what I told you. I want to help you – teach you are ways.”

Natalia moved to the edge of the hill and stared down over the edge. Taking the chance and trusting him was about as appealing as jumping to the rocks and brush below. Still, she wanted to believe him.

“How do you do it?”

Swallowing she held her breath as he came to stand next to her. “What?”

“The partial shift. How do you do it?”

Natalia turned to look at him quirking her brow up as he came to stand in front of her. His heels touched the edge of the cliff and she blinked surprised how vulnerable he was allowing himself to be.

Her breath caught in her throat as he placed his hands on her shoulders, his chocolate eyes meeting hers. Her pulse spiked and a shiver ran up her spine as anticipation rolled through her.

“Close your eyes,” he said quietly.

Her eyes widened, heart accelerated and she fought the urge to lean into him. The innocent touch seemed anything but to her.

“You need to focus, close your eyes,” he urged, seemingly oblivious to her discomfort and arousal.

Clearing her throat, she closed her eyes, needing to escape his gaze.

“Now, think about your wolf. Your sight specifically. Imagine you are running. The wildlife and trees are whirling by you as you survey your surroundings. Everything is clearer, sharper. Inhale the pine and oak, the dirt and leaves.”

Natalia forced her breathing to even out, letting his voice guide her as she imagined what he was saying. Warm puffs of air hit her face as he spoke. She let his voice soothe her until she found herself lost in his words.

“Open your eyes, Talia,” Gene said softly.

Fingers grazed her cheeks and gently cupped her face. Startled, she opened her eyes, gasping at their close proximity.

Blinking, she stepped back taking him in. His face appeared clearer, stubble poked out from his pores. Gene’s brown eyes stared at her allowing her to see her goldish eyes reflecting off of them. Turning away from him, she took in the leaves noticing the fine lines of each of them and the tiny insects that gathered on the trunk of a tree.

“All you have to do is focus. How do you feel?” Gene asked.

“Good,” Natalia beamed. In fact, she felt better than she had in weeks.
“If you follow the same mindset when you transition I think it will help. The important thing to remember is you are still in control even if you are the wolf. Embrace who you are don’t fear it.”

“I’m not afraid of-“

“Yes, you are. You’re afraid of what we are because you don’t want to be like Juarez. You can be the wolf and still be yourself,” Gene said. He took a step to the side. “The wolf doesn’t make us do anything we wouldn’t already do. It’s just like with humans there are humans that are just evil. The same rule applies to wolves. There are wolves that are just bad too. On the flip side, there are good humans and wolves. It’s what we do that defines us not what we are.”

Gene sighed as he looked over the edge of the cliff. “I’m heading back. The house is a quarter of a mile that way,” Gene said pointing as he turned in the direction they’d come. “You should try shifting.”

Natalia nodded waiting until she heard the dirt and gravel crunching beneath his feet to turn around. He’d helped her. Swallowing, she watched as he disappeared into the trees. Satisfied she was alone, she undressed and prepared to transition.

Author Links

https://www.facebook.com/BethanyShawNovels

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18375048-out-of-the-shadows

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Author M. Robinson

VIP

December 14, 2013

Synopsis

32 year old Sebastian Vanwell, was a very successful yacht broker, who always loved the design and architecture of a luxurious boat. His only addiction was being on the water. He loved it, he thrived on it, and he needed it in his life. After a very stable, loving child hood with only a few bumps, Sebastian married the love of his life. The one person that he knew would always be there. Julia was his rock, and he loved her more than life itself. Sebastian kept his addiction to the water under control, wanting to keep his time with his wife and son his number one obsession, that was until he saw her. This new addiction haunted him, the one compulsion that he couldn’t control no matter how hard he tried. Ysabelle Telle hit him hard, knocking the wind from his lungs. Coming from worlds apart, beautiful, dark complexion Ysabelle Telle didn’t have the rich, protected background that Sebastian Vanwell had. Ysabelle lived a life of hell, in poverty, growing up with a drug addict mother that never cared, and horrific living conditions. Ysabelle lived for one person and one person only; herself. She was pure perfection, her beauty along with a flawless body had men lined up, driveling over her insuring her success as a VIP. There are too many words that describe the effects when two diverse worlds like theirs collide. They both have too much to lose to get caught in the forceful pull, which could destroy them both. Warning sex/drugs/language. Mature readers only.

Book Link

http://www.amazon.com/Vip-M-Robinson/dp/1494374560/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1386613629&sr=8-2&keywords=vip+m+robinson

Author Link

https://www.facebook.com/monica.robinson.5895?fref=ts

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Barbara Cutera – December 18, 2013

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Christy Dilg- December 21, 2013

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NEW SERIES BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR KATE PERRY , SUMMERHILL

09 Dec 2013 Leave a comment

by ReadingWritingandReviews in Giveaway, New Book Release Tags: Adult Contemporary Romance, Amazon, Best Selling Author, Book 1, Book Tour, Facebook, Kate McCarthy, Laurel Heights, London, Love, New Release, New Series, Romance, Summerhill, Twitter, Vera Wang, Wedding Dress

NEW SERIES

BY BESTSELLING AUTHOR KATE PERRY

Say You Will

Book 1

SUMMERHILL

An Adult Contemporary Romance

Releasing December 4, 2013

Published by Phoenix Rising Enterprises, Inc.

To Purchase: iBooks | Amazon | KP

Kate will be hosting a contest on her Facebook page in honor of Say You Will‘s release! If you would like to check it out, please visit her page.

Over 3 million readers have fallen in love with the women of Kate Perry’s bestselling Laurel Heights series… Now meet her Summerhill sisters.

Synopsis

Summerhill, Book 1

Rosalind Summerhill is on the verge of becoming the next Vera Wang, as far away from her family and their drama as she can get. The last thing she wants is to leave San Francisco for London, especially not to deal with her father’s latest scandal—dying in his mistress’s arms. At least she can find comfort in knowing she can leave after the memorial.

Little did she know.

Not only is her father’s will missing but, according to his lawyer, her mother will lose everything if it’s discovered. Reluctantly joining forces with her sisters to seek and destroy the will is the only way of ensuring her father doesn’t win in the end.

Enter Nick Long, the one bright spot about being in London. Nick’s everything she’s ever dreamed of in a man—supportive,

eager to help, and bone-meltingly hot. But Nick’s motives aren’t as pure as they seem, and the secret he’s keeping may tear Rosalind’s family and fortune apart.

About the Author

Kate has tangoed at midnight with a man in blue furry chaps, dueled with flaming swords in the desert, and strutted on bar tops across the world and back. She’s been kissed under the Eiffel Tower, had her butt pinched in Florence, and been serenaded in New Orleans. But she found Happy Ever After in San Francisco with her Magic Man.

Kate’s the bestselling author of the Laurel Heights Novels, as well as the Family and Love and Guardians of Destiny series. She’s been translated into several languages and is quite proud to say she’s big in Slovenia. All her books are about strong, independent women who just want love.

Most days, you can find Kate in her favorite café, working on her latest novel. Sometimes she’s wearing a tutu. She may or may not have a jeweled dagger strapped to her thigh…

Website | Facebook | Twitter

Direct links:

iBooks

https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/say-you-will/id732325037?mt=11&uo=4&at=11l8Eg

Amazon

KP.com

http://kateperry.com/say-you-will-summerhills/

Goodreads – https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/18739750-say-you-will?from_search=true

Webstie – http://kateperry.com/

Facebook – https://facebook.com/tutuKate

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THE 12 NA’S OF CHRISTMAS .99 CENT SALE! Day 7 Magan Vernon and GIVEAWAY

08 Dec 2013 Leave a comment

by ReadingWritingandReviews in Blog Tour, Books on Sale, Giveaway Tags: Amazon, Blog Tour, Christmas, Facebook, Holiday, Love, Magan Vernon, New Age genre, Novella, Romance, Sale, Twitter

Magan Vernon

Off the market

THE 12 NA’S OF CHRISTMAS

.99 CENT SALE!

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

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

Synopsis

Etta Davis didn’t have showing a house penciled into her Christmas plans, but with the other realtors already off enjoying their holiday, she’d been stuck with the task. It wasn’t all bad though, the house up for grabs used to belong to the family of her high school sweetheart, Andrew Larson. Though now dilapidated, thanks to its current owners, it still held the power to bring back forgotten memories and turn the routine showing into something else entirely. Particularly when Andrew shows up, wanting to buy the house. Now Etta must decide whether a second chance is worth taking the house, and her heart, off the market.

EXCERPT

Two amazing sexual trysts within an hour of each other, I couldn’t believe my luck. It was like something out of a dream, or a really good romance novel. I had to pinch myself to make sure it was real.
Andrew now leaned against my desk with his magnificent upper body still bare and his rock hard abs glistening underneath the fluorescent lights of my office. Normally, I would find a sweaty guy disgusting, but the way his body glistened it was like he was a Greek god and made me want to jump him. It took everything I had to finish the last of my paperwork for the offer on the house instead of staring at the way his hip bones looked and following them down to the top of his faded blue jeans.
“Okay, Andrew, I’ve filled out all the paperwork for the offer and all I need you to do is sign your X on the line,” I said, pointing a pen at the line on the freshly printed piece of paper.
“How about,” Andrew started, meeting my gaze with his bedroom eyes. My legs instantly turned to gelatin just from his gaze. “We put two signatures on this line, one for me and one for you.”
I blinked once, then twice. I didn’t think he could be serious. Did he mean what I thought he meant?
“Beg your pardon?” I asked.
A large grin spread across his lips, softening the face that moments ago was buried in my chest. “I mean that we should move into that house together.”
He walked around the desk, pulling me up and out of my chair so that I was facing him. His lean body towered over me and my legs were shaking from more than just his eyes at that point. “Think about it, Etta. I could do all of the structural work and you could help me decorate and do cosmetic work. I know you love decorating and I’d even find a place to get all of your romance books out of the office.” His eyes lit up like a kid that saw his gifts on Christmas morning.
“It can be our home, what do you say?” he asked.
I fluttered my eyelashes, looking up and then down before biting my bottom lip. “I don’t know, Andrew, we just got back together. And I’m not even sure what this together is. How do we know it’s going to work? You are kind of putting your ex on the line here. And I’m speaking in terms of girlfriend, not the symbol.”

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

About the Author

Magan Vernon is a Young Adult and New Adult writer who lives with her family in the insurance capital of the world. When not writing she spends her time fighting over fake boyfriends via social media. You can find her online at www.maganvernon.com.

Author Links

GoodReads: https://www.goodreads.com/maganvernon

website: http://www.maganvernon.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Magan-Vernon/215620155165079
Twitter: https://twitter.com/MaganVernon

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.

Website

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