Who’s A Good Boy? by Ada Scott

Who’s a Good Boy
Ada Scott
Publication date: May 24th 2019
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense

Hazel Rivera was an untouchable small-town princess… but that summer five years ago, she was mine.

All it took was a few hours of hell to destroy the heaven we built.  I left Shippensburg with nothing but the shirt on my back and my dog at my side.  Leave or die, and ruin the lives of everybody I cared about at the same time.  There was no choice.

Now I’m back.  I need to find out how she could have done that to us, but somehow she’s got the nerve to be pissed at me?  And why does her daughter have my eyes?

I’ll get my answers, make her remember how she used to run her tongue over my abs and dig her nails into my back, then I’ll leave this damn town forever.

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EXCERPT:

Hazel nodded enthusiastically and held the plate in my direction.  I took a brownie and Chopper whined at the brutal injustice of it all.

While chewing, I tried to maintain a poker-face, but under the scrutiny of Hazel and Chopper, I couldn’t help but smile.

“Mmmm… ok, all is forgiven.”

Relief visibly washed over Hazel’s face, and sweet holy fuck what a beautiful face it was.  Maybe she wasn’t the unfathomable angel I had assumed from a distance. Maybe she was even better.

Hazel’s eyes flicked down to my bicep as I brought the brownie to my mouth for another bite, and I saw the tip of her tongue touch her lips for a second before she swallowed and looked me in the face again.  Hazel, Hazel Rivera, was checking me out.

“So what are you going to be doing with yourself over the summer, now that you’re free?” I asked.

“Well, my friend Ella and I are hatching a scheme that would convince my parents to let me have a gap year.  Other than that, just going to hang out with friends, maybe do a road trip before everybody scatters to the four corners of the world.”

“How’s that going for you?  The scheme.”

“It’s… still unhatched, shall we say.”

Before I’d been kicked out of school, I’d had my pick of the girls, it had always been pretty easy for me.  Since then, I’d gradually stopped going to the local parties, so I wasn’t sure if I was merely rusty or what, but I had almost as much problems getting the next words out of my mouth as Hazel had explaining the brownies.

“So… that’s the long-term plan, what about short term, like tonight?”

“Huh?”

I swallowed. “Well, if you didn’t have plans and wanted to make sure you’d properly apologized, I’m free tonight.”

Hazel’s eyebrows rose along with one side of her mouth. “Oh really?  I thought all was forgiven?”

“Well… maybe I misspoke.  I’m still pretty offended.”

“Oh no…”

“So, what do you say?  Tonight?  I could pick you up around seven?”

“I can’t.”

My heart lurched again.

“But… I’m free this afternoon.  Say four?” she asked, sheepishly.

“Yep, I can work with that,” I said.

A smile so pure and bright lit up her face that my only defense was to smile back.  We stood there for a few seconds smiling like fucking idiots.

“Uh… well, here.” She held out the plate. “These are yours.  I gotta go, but I’ll see you at four.  You know where I live, right?”

I pointed in the direction of her house.

“That’s it,” she said, taking a few steps backwards. “See you then.” She turned away as she spoke.

“See you then,” I said, just barely loud enough for her to hear, before taking my own backwards steps away from the fence and turning around.

“Hey Jeff?” she called.

I turned.

“It’s a date, right?” Her face was threatening to turn pink again.

“It’s a date.”

Hazel smiled and gave me a rueful ‘gotcha’ point of her finger.  If I could have her smile at me like that every day, I’d be a happy man

 

Author Bio:

A former office drone, a former nurse, I now spend every waking moment doing what I love, creating and publishing these steamy stories about bad boys from the mafia, motorcycle clubs, and mma that make me, and hopefully you, weak at the knees! Anywhere a bad boy can be found, I’ll be there taking notes and making it even sexier 🙂

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Chance (Series) by J. Bliss

Not By Chance
J. Bliss
(Chance, #1)
Publication date: June 5th 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

Drew Rodd has the desire to escape the shadow of his parents and avoid following in the footsteps of his father and his destructive tendencies. At just twenty-four, Drew is promoted to Executive Director at Rival Tech.

Drew’s way of life involves a constant struggle with his father’s devious intentions and manipulations. He is always seeking to prick and prod Drew to advance and become a pawn to further his own success. Drew is determined to value his hate to get ahead professionally, but the beasts from his past keep lurking.

Jasmine Chance is in her last year of college, a challenge she chose after suffering through physical abuse and leaving home without ever looking back. She has done all she can to carry on toward graduating with her college degree, she believes a brighter future will keep her away from the nightmare that was her childhood.

However, her life changes forever the day she met Drew.

A dinner party draws the two together in an electrifying way. After being preyed upon by their pasts, they stick together closely as a couple once their life circles out of whack. Will their electrifying romance be their saving grace or will it destroy them?

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1. When did you first start your writing career?

I was inspired to write as a child seeing my mother write with six children and an English teacher was amazing. She told me the first story I ever wrote ws Halloween is not a Holiday. I was in elementary, perhaps eight years old. By the time I was pregnant with my fourth child, I was determined to make my dream that was only a glimpse away come to life. I believe it was my eagerness that drove me. Recalling my mother’s walk I thought of how as an adult your dream can be aborted… Or Fades…Put on Hold…Your eagerness slips away.

Some seek to recover from the drop. Some hang by a thin line.

My goal was not to fall, to be a champion to my children and show them that one’s dream can still be maintained if you do not let go. Interestingly, my daughter was eight, wow. I did not realize this until this moment of responding to this question. She wrote a story when I was writing my story. She was eight years old. If you could see my face you would see a glare in my eyes as I smile recalling the excitement of my mother. It didn’t dawn on me until this moment that her joy reminded her of me writing as a child, publishing my first book and then helping my daughter to publish her first book at the age of eight was a triple victory for her. Me publishing as her daughter was like she was publishing and her granddaughter publishing was a bonus. I can see her in my mind smiling, wow. Thank you for asking giving me back such memory.

Consequently, I guess you can say it is my mother’s hardships as a parent and my children that ignited me to Determine my journey to attain my dream of being an author. My mother recently died a year in January. Each day I write I bring her in my stories to remember her, honor her and live out what I know she sought to accomplish as a writer. Each book I publish I look up and say I did it mommy, I never stop writing.

2. What draws you to the type of romance you enjoy writing?

What draws me to any writing, people, emotions, challenges evoke me to write anything I write. I am a teacher at heart. My aim is to seduce one’s mind to experience something within their imagination they have not prior. In addition to teaching them a life lesson along the way. Anything I write I still consider how can I teach and inspire the one reading what I have written.

3. What is your ideal writing time, place, and/or ritual?

As a wife, mother of four children and full-time student completing a doctorate, there is no ritual for me to write. When something comes to my thoughts, I get my phone or a piece of paper whichever is closer and write. At times there is an outline for a story, sometimes scenes but it is never the same. I don’t force my writing, for me being an artist of words requires creativity. Moreover, I take my time to create scenes that will be meaningful and lasting in a person’s mind. At least that is my intent, I am aware not all people will like my style of writing and I respect we all have different preferences.

4. Which authors would you say inspire you the most to write?

I have many that I read but authors that inspire me to write include my mother, Imani Pamoja, Zora Neal Hurston, and Octavia E. Butler. Honestly, I don’t get as ignited to write by authors as one might think. My readers inspire me, knowing someone read my story and brought it to life is pure bliss. Music is an inspiration, Prince inspires me, people juggling life and relationships evokes my senses to write, mostly.

5. Any advice for the budding authors out there?

Write like you have never seen obstacles for your dream shall one day be your reality, awaiting. Never stop writing!

 


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J. Bliss Influenced by, Maya Angelo, Terry McMillan, and her own mother’s prestigious writing, J. Bliss began writing stimulating poetry at the age of thirteen. She dreamt of being an author and never gave up on the passion deep to write that she held within herself.

Her first novel originated from a past radio talk show she was the host of, based on many callers that spoke about having marital problems, most of which stemmed from a lack of intimacy. Drawing from her own experiences and struggles, she felt compelled to write Lovers of Convenience leading to Not by Chance.

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Taken by Lies by Ella Miles

Taken by Lies
Ella Miles
(Truth or Lies, #1)
Publication date: March 26th 2019
Genres: Adult, Romance, Suspense

At 16 I was taken.

Kidnapped by a boy I thought I could love.

Then he sold me as if I were property.

For three years I endured.

Beatings.

Torture.

Pain.

I never broke.

I was strong, determined, resilient.

But then one day it happened…I broke.

Setting me free.

I should have run away, found a new life, and started over.

Instead, I returned.

To find the man who sold me.

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EXCERPT:

Broken.

For one thousand and ninety-five days I’ve done everything to keep myself from breaking.

Shut off my mind off during the beatings.

Escaped the depths of the darkness in the night.

Locked down my body during the rapes.

Imagined a new life when I was tortured.

Gritted my teeth through the violations.

Tried every tactic I needed to survive.

Closing myself away.

Envisioning a better life.

Plotting my revenge.

None of the strategies worked long term.

I hate Enzo for what he did to me, but my need to extract revenge was never enough to keep me alive.

I would try blocking my reality out by pretending my stomach didn’t constantly ache, and my body wasn’t bruised, my bones shattered.

That would keep me alive for a few weeks.

But then came the loneliness.

Being alone was worse than the pain. Not having a friend, a family, or anyone who loved me, that was what made me give up hope more than anything.

It’s been over three years since I was taken.

When those strong arms grabbed me, and the hood went over my head, I didn’t know what my future held.

Nothing.

I am nothing.

I am nobody.

I am a ghost.

A commodity to be bought and traded.

I was sold for one million—that was my worth.

I look down at my naked, bruised body. There isn’t a patch of skin that hasn’t been colored. I doubt I’m worth as much now as I was when I was originally sold.

Who would want a pile of bones like me?

The boat rocks, and I heave. There is nothing in my stomach to come up, though. Sometimes I think it would be easier if I would just starve to death, but no matter how much I’ve tried, my body won’t give into the sweet release. My body has adapted and learned to survive on far less food and water than what it should be capable of.

I’ve tried finding weapons to end my life, but there are none to be found on this yacht.

I’ve searched, no man carries a gun—not even a knife.

I don’t understand the men who keep me.

Nothing about it makes sense. I don’t even know who is in charge. Who is my master? They all share in the torture. They all revel in the pleasure of watching me slowly disintegrate.

No.

I won’t break.

That’s the only thing keeping me sane for the last one thousand and ninety-five days.

The thrill at watching the men in frustration as I continue to hold on to who I am and what I’m capable of.

Their primary goal is breaking me.

I overheard them placing bets on how long it would take and who would deliver the final blow.

Three months…

Six months…

One year…

When I made it one year, they stopped betting. I think most of them thought I would never break at that point.

I won’t.

I can’t.

 

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Ella Miles is a USA Today Bestselling author, top 100 Amazon Bestselling author, and Kindle Press author. She writes steamy romance with a twist. She’s currently living her own happily ever after near the Rocky Mountains with her high school sweetheart husband. Her heart is also taken by her goofy four year old black lab that is scared of everything, including her own shadow.

Ella is the author of the Amazon bestselling book TOO MUCH. She is also the author of the UNFORGIVABLE series, ALIGNED series, MAYBE series, and DEFINITELY series. Get NOT SORRY & ALIGNED: EVER AFTER for FREE by visiting her website: http://www.EllaMiles.com/freebooks.

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Becker Circle by Addison Brae

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Contemporary Romantic Suspense
Date Published: March 14, 2018
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My first and only boyfriend believed I was too gutless to leave. He was dead wrong. My name’s Gillian, and I graduated Harvard early and left his hot temper and everyone else behind for Dallas. Determined to make it on my own, I land a second job bartending at the neighborhood pub smack in drama central where most every jerk in the neighborhood hits on me—at a huge price.
A week into the job, the neighborhood’s very popular drug dealer falls to his death a few feet from the table I’m serving. The cops say suicide, but the hot guitar player in the house band and I suspect foul play, and I intend to prove it. We dig deeper, grow closer, and make a shocking discovery. We know the murderer.
Excerpt
Chapter Thirty
I’ve got to say something. Stop this. Get back to the plan.
“Sir, can we talk about this? I have an idea that might work better.”
Silence except for the water.
Finally, I find the nerve to look back.
Absolutely no one is there. Every living soul in the park vanished along with my sanity like animals do when they smell danger.
Jon’s going to kill me if I don’t get arrested or murdered like Bobby first.
I look around at the empty stretch of grass frantic. Do I go home? Back to the pub? Talk to Pinkie? Call Jon? Are they watching me? Nothing seems safe. I’m not sure how to fix this—if anyone even can. What am I going to do?
My feet pound on the pavement. Out of habit, I head toward the pub. The waiters at the Italian restaurant whistle and wave from across the street. What used to upset me is reassuring. I stop and turn in the direction of Pinkie’s, and then home. Instead, I lean against the building and look up to the sky.
“Mom? Help.”
I don’t talk to her often anymore. Not like I used to. I can always count on Mom to help me find my strength. It was during long conversations with her staring at the sky when I plotted slipping out of Boston during the holidays while Connor was gone. She inspired doubling up on classes so I could finish early. Mom gave me the courage to leave him.
“I can’t pack up and disappear this time.” I look for her in the stars again. Facing it is the only option. I can’t run. I have to figure this out for Bobby. For you and Dad. For me. But how?
People walk out of the George & Dragon. Laughing. Carefree. Think, Gillian. Think.
Maybe I was the one who found my courage all along. The only way I ever made it through anything big is one step at a time. Follow their instructions. I can’t screw up.
I jump at the vibration in my pocket. It’s Jon. “Talk to me…you ok?”
My fingers fight to find the letters. “Meeting fine…headed home. Brunch?”
“Thank God. Yes, see you in the morning.”
I inventory the people on the sidewalks and turn toward my building. Step one, figure out how to tell Jon he’s out of the deal. Or maybe I don’t. Postpone so there’s time to get myself out of taking this on alone. Why didn’t I wear quieter shoes? My heels click on the brick sidewalk announcing myself like an old clunker car with no muffler.
When a car approaches from behind I walk faster, my heels echoing even louder. I glance back but don’t even know what to look for since the guy in the park didn’t show his face. A girl about my age sits behind the wheel of a taxi-yellow compact. The tension in my body eases but I’m still a wreck. I constantly look around thinking someone’s about to pounce out of every shadow. Everyone looks normal walking dogs or strolling between bars. But what does normal look like?
Seeing my stairs is a relief. Keys in hand, I break my one-step-at-a-time in heels rule to get home faster. To hell with rules. I’ve followed them all my life.
Rule sixteen of my new life—Break more rules.
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Addison Brae lives in Dallas, Texas on the edge of downtown. As a child, she was constantly in trouble for hiding under the bed to read when she was supposed to be napping. She has been writing since childhood starting with diaries, letters, and short stories. She continues today with articles, video scripts, and other content as an independent marketing consultant.
When she’s not writing, Addison spends her time traveling the world, collecting interesting cocktail recipes and hosting parties. She’s still addicted to reading and enjoys jogging in her neighborhood park, sipping red wine, binge-watching TV series, vintage clothing and hanging out with her artistic other half and their neurotic cat Lucy.
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Through Her Eyes by Deborah Camp (Review)

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Through Her Eyes

The Mind’s Eye Series

Book Four

Deborah Camp

Genre: Romantic Suspense/Paranormal Romance

Date of Publication: July 24, 2017

ASIN: B071KC41NB

Number of pages: 415

Word Count: 92418

Cover Artist: Patricia Schmitt

Tagline: She can see evil and evil can see her

Book Description:

Psychic detectives Levi Wolfe and Trudy Tucker comb the streets of New Orleans in search of a serial killer who has claimed 19 lives and counting.

The suspect was in an accident almost two years ago that left him paralyzed in a wheel chair, but the murders continue. Is he faking it or has he enlisted a protégé to continue his reign of terror?

As Levi and Trudy draw closer to the truth, Trudy discovers new and unsettling psychic abilities in herself.

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Excerpt:

“So, tell me about your experience,” Trudy said, sitting next to Levi.

“It was strange. Very strange. I was contacted – during a business meeting, mind you – by the dead son of the new contractor I was speaking with in my office. This kid – a salvage yard murder victim – popped into my head and started yelling at me. I tried to shut him out, but I couldn’t. I had to actually stop the damned meeting and tell the man that his deceased son was demanding an audience. Gonzo thought I’d lost my noodle.”

“Good Lord!” She covered her parted lips with her hand. “I’d say that was a heck of a coincidence, but . . .it seems to be so much more than that.”

“Yeah, right.” He sat back and drummed his fingers on the table for a few seconds. “Anyway, the kid – Clayton Nelson – was hitchhiking in New Orleans when a guy in a pickup stopped for him. He couldn’t see much of the man’s face because he wore a ball cap and sunglasses. He had a mustache that looked fake to me. He used the ploy of something being wrong with his truck to get the kid to look under the hood and then he knocked him out with a blow to the head. Clay came to in a basement, his wrists and ankles bound with plastic ties and chains.” He shuttered his gaze from her. “That’s where he was murdered.” A few seconds ticked by before his lashes lifted to reveal his dark blue eyes that never missed much. “You’ve been in contact with the murderer already, haven’t you?”

Her heart jolted. He was uncanny. “I was in contact with someone who’s warped. I don’t know if it was the salvage yard killer.”

“Was he murdering someone?”

“Something. A cat.”

Levi’s upper lip lifted in disgust. “Jesus.”

“Yeah. He was practicing, I think.” She shuddered and blocked out the memory.

“The kid in my head showed me a compass and pointed to the N on it.”

She gasped at the reference. “Your true north?”

“Bingo. His way of telling me that you were already part of this.”

She reached for her glass of juice. They must be destined to examine this case. How else could she explain what happened to Levi and what she’d already experienced?


About the Author:

Deborah Camp is the author of more than 50 romances, both contemporary and historical. She received the first Janet Dailey Award (given to a romance novel that best addressed a social problem). “My Wild Rose” dealt with battered women and children.

A bestselling author, Deborah’s books have been praised by reviewers, bloggers, and readers who love complex characters and clever plotting. She always mixes in a bit of humor, even in her romantic suspense novels.

Communicating with readers and other writers is something she enjoys, so don’t be shy about visiting her online. If you post a review of her books, you’ll probably receive a personal “thanks” even if the review isn’t entirely favorable!

Deborah lives in Tulsa, OK where she is continually inspired by real cowboys, real Indians, and real heroes and heroines.

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Review for Through Her Eyes

I picked up this review for the tour solely for the reason of my love of true crime (and yes, the psychology behind serial killers.) Deborah Camp did not disappoint! Not only has she written such an intensely emotional book, the love story between Trudy Tucker and Levi Wolfe was so believable and so well structured. I was impressed by how much Camp intertwines the two and makes it an immediate page turner (and breath holder, to say the least!) Trudy’s psychic power created an almost magical aspect to the story as well. This was my first Deborah Camp novel, but it definitely will not be my last. I look forward to her next book!

Rating: 4.5/5 Stars

Silenced Song by Gloria Marlow

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Silenced Song

By Gloria Marlow

Genre: Clean Romantic Suspense

Thirty years ago, the playful songs of three small girls was silenced forever. Now, someone watches the families they left behind, counting the days until the music dies once more.

When food editor Susanna Morgan returns to Parnell, Florida to oversee the sale of her childhood home and cover the annual Pomelo Festival for her magazine, she vows not to remain one minute longer than necessary. She doesn’t anticipate her attraction to the local pastor, a return of the faith she thought she’d lost, or the phone calls from her long dead sister.

Former pastor Grant Landon has enough on his plate – his mother’s increasing dementia, his ex-wife’s abandonment and remarriage, and his teenage daughter’s unbridled tongue – without adding his attraction to Susanna Morgan.

When a series of anonymous phone calls and sinister pranks makes it clear that someone is intent on opening old wounds and creating new ones, Susanna and Grant set out to unearth long-buried secrets and heal hurts that are decades old.

Can the faith they share bind them together, even as the past threatens to tear them apart?


About the Author

Gloria Marlow’s heart is firmly planted in the northeast Florida neighborhood where she grew up in a family of commercial fishermen (and women!). Her home inspires her romantic suspense novels, allowing her to use beautiful settings from northeast Florida in her books. She’s a homemaker at heart who loves cooking, Florida wine, making pickles & jellies, and her rapidly-growing pack of grandchildren.

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Breaking Bad (Box Set)

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Breaking Bad: 14 Tales of Lawless Love

Publication date: July 11th 2017
Genres: Adult, Paranormal, Romance

Synopsis:

Nice guys finish first, said no one ever. But we guarantee you’ll finish this collection filled with dark and dangerous alphas who obey no one, play by their own rules, and least of all allow anything to come between them and what they desire most. You’ll never look at thieves, hit men, bounty hunters or ex-cons the same way again. Break bad and our sexy-as-sin bad boys will steal your heart.

NOTE: These bad boys and girls may break hearts, but you’re guaranteed a happily ever after in every tale! No cliffhangers!

His to Possess by Theodora Taylor
What ruthless mafia prince Luca Ferraro wants, Luca Ferraro gets. And he won’t stop until he possess the daughter of his family’s biggest enemy. In. Every. Single. Way.

Star-Crossed by Koko Brown
Some people are born bad…again and again, and again

His Favorite by Eve Vaughn
With one taste, an addiction is born.

Notorious by Caitlin Daire
He says he’s not guilty, but he might be the death of me anyway…

Sleeping With The Enemy by LaQuette
When sleeping with the enemy, hate becomes their addiction, and love… a complicated distraction they can’t afford.

Indebted by Sharon C. Cooper
Even when he does good, he’s bad.

Bad Things, Good Killers by S.W. Frank
He thought he buried the past; but one woman won’t rest until he’s paid the debt for his sins.

Dangerously Theirs by A.M. Griffin
She thinks she can outsmart the law, but can she outrun the bounty hunters who want to claim more than the reward for her capture?

Hideout by Billy London
Rae can hide from everyone out for her blood but she can’t escape what she’s done.

Drive Her by Bridget Midway
There’s no honor among thieves and con artists, and no rest for the wicked, but can there be love?

His for the Taking by Nia K. Foxx
When the lines are blurred it’s hard to distinguish between the good, bad and predators.

Debt Collector’s Due by Shyla Colt
He’ll collect what he’s owed at any cost.

One Hit by Victoria H. Smith
He’s her new neighbor and she’s curious. She’s his new neighbor and well… he wants a taste.

Rectified by Xyla Turner
His lifestyle wasn’t fit for a queen and only one dead man stood between them.

 
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