He lived next door.Alison Eckrich was an expert at being invisible. Having been raised by a mother who saw only flaws, she had learned long ago to watch and never participate. Until him. He was gorgeous from what little she could make out through his bathroom window and he awakened things inside her she had always been told was wrong. But she didn’t care.
She was addicted.
Gabriel Madoc was no stranger to the cold sting of betrayal. His broken heart had left him hard and bitter and that was how he liked it. Until her. She was a vision in the soft twilight. Everything about her called to him. It didn’t even matter he couldn’t see her face.
He wanted her.
The rules were simple: No names. No faces. No attachments. They both had what the other needed so long as they never broke the rules. But what will happen when the mystery is unveiled and they both come face to face with the truth and each other? Is what they shared in the cloak of darkness enough to keep them together, or will reality tear them apart?
Airicka Phoenix is a hopeless romantic with a dark imagination and an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also the author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance readers who like bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.
When she’s not hard at work bleeding words onto paper, Airicka can be found cuddling with her family, reading, watching TV shows, or just finding excuses to avoid doing chores.
It always starts out so innocent. A drink, a laugh, a bet. For forty year old Dee Harper, her hum-drum life is about to become…educated.
Dee has just turned 40. She has no children, no husband, a job she’s been in for most of her life. She needs a change. So when her rich friend offers her a bet on a drunken night, Dee accepts it. She has to date 26 men, in alphabetical order, in one year.
It’s ten minutes to seven and my underwear has already climbed up my ass more times than people have climbed Everest. I would love to blame Victoria’s Secret for selling me faulty ‘3 for $25.00 panties,’ but let’s be honest, I’m the one trying to cram my 40-year-old fanny into underwear meant for people who don’t eat food. They just looked so good on the stark white, half-butt mannequin that I thought they would totally cover the square footage of my backside. I was grossly mistaken.
As I yank the neon pink cloth from the depths no undies should go (again), I debate whether I should change them or not. On the one hand, it is only a first date. Wearing these will pretty much assure he’ll be getting some because I don’t intend to wear this torture device all night long for nothing. On the other hand, it is only a first date. Wearing some good old ‘period panties’ would guarantee that there would be no traveling South of the Elastic Band Border and my cheeks would actually be comfortably contained. Decisions, decisions.
That’s it. I’m becoming a nun. Nuns don’t have to deal with this shit. They don’t have to question how much wedgie-control is adequate for a first date. They can just sit in silence with no judgment about who they’re dating, why their legs aren’t shaved, or why they haven’t had sex in two years. I know. I have issues. And a lot of toys.
DanielleBannisterisaworkathomemomoftwosmallchildrenlivinginruralMaine.She has her BA in theatre and her Masters in Literary Educationandworkinghardonseveralothernovels.Shehaswrittenthefirstinthistrilogy,Pulled,aswellasacollectionofshortworksentitledShortShorts.Herworkcanalsobefoundinthe2012editionofTheGooseRiverPressAnthologyandthe2012MaineWritingProject’sAnthology,Writeous. She has also written Pulled, Pulled Back and Pulled Back Again.
Born from the demonic seduction of his human mother, his birth destroyed her marriage. They were left with only a Guardian and Watcher to protect them from his demon heritage. Born with a half-soul, Asher quickly learned to use the Seven Deadly Sins to fill the hole inside himself.
His favorite sin was Lust.
Women had no chance of a second night with Asher, once he was done with them. And he had no intention of changing his ways. Until the sweet, calm, caring Sarah Illfrig rocked his world, and refused his bed.
Asher found her refusal unacceptable and took on the challenge of seducing her. Sarah pushed him away even as the desire she felt for him was pulling her in.
But Sarah harbored her own secrets, and when the Guardian and the Watcher found out, it became imperative to keep Sarah and Asher apart.
**CONTENT WARNING: Contains adult language, m/m/f, and sexual situations and is intended for adult audiences only. 18+ Only**
“I’m sorry this turned into such a damn mess tonight,” Asher said, helping her out of the car at her apartment.
“It was only those demons at the end that were any kind of problem,” Sarah said. “They kind of put a damper on the whole vibe. Is Vassago really going to be able to make a claim on his insurance? I didn’t know they had a demon clause.”
Asher laughed. “Are you okay with all of this? A week ago you were just Sarah, the girl whose sickness no one could figure out.”
She paused. “You know, as strange as this is going to sound, yes. I’m okay with it. It explains so much about everything that’s gone on in my life and with my health. I’m oddly comforted by the fact I’m not normal and no doctor will be able to cure this. I did everything right, but this is beyond what regular medicine can do. And I’m okay with that.” She smiled sheepishly. “Especially if it means I get to be close to you.”
Asher returned the smile. “Does this mean I’m off your shit list?”
“Mostly,” Sarah answered.
Sarah keyed the door to the building open. “Mostly. We’ll see if I wake up with a job tomorrow.”
“I’m not going to fire you,” Asher said. “That used to happen after we slept together.”
Sarah looked at him. “Like I said, we’ll see if I wake up with a job in the morning.”
Asher got it. He rushed in through the door behind her and spun her against the wall, carefully. “I’m really that far off your shit list?”
“You’ve done everything right, Asher,” she said. “You stuck to every boundary I set up. You’ve been nothing but a gentleman. The only thing you were forward about was finding me yesterday evening and asking me to help you with the emptiness. That’s not really an infraction in my opinion. After tonight, that whole protecting everyone that you and Gad and Vassago did, you’re mostly off my ‘do not fly’ list.”
He leaned a hand on the wall and pushed a little closer. “And what do I have to do to get completely off your ‘do not fly’ list?”
“Two things.” She smiled. “That I wake up still employed tomorrow and how many times you can make me come.”
Asher couldn’t formulate an answer. He gave up and dropped his head to hers, pressing his lips across hers. His first taste of her was one of sugar and strawberries and the scent of fresh ocean air rose up around them. Her lips were soft and careful, and there was still a hint of fear in them. That she was willing to welcome him up even with that fear spoke volumes for her courage. But he had no intention of letting her go, in any sense of that. Tomorrow morning he would confess his darkest sins to her, but for the moment, he wanted to savor her taste and feel her body.
He pulled away from the careful, hesitant kiss and brushed a few stray strands out of her face. “Show me upstairs. Or I’ll start working on condition two right now.”
Sarah’s eyes lit up, and a small smile appeared on her face. “That’s not really incentive.”
“It is if I get you naked right here.”
She pulled her lip between her teeth. That expression had never worked on Asher until just now, when the lust it conveyed and the potential for sexual promise went straight through him and made his dick jump. Asher leaned into Sarah’s ear. “You have a naughty streak, don’t you?”
“You’ll have to find out.” She ducked under his arm and headed for the elevator.
The doors opened for them and Asher ducked in just behind her. She had already pressed the button for her floor and he took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her and pull her against him. She gasped lightly when she felt his length against her lower back, then turned and caught his eyes. “Did I do that?”
“You,” he breathed into her ear. “I have done everything in my power to keep myself in check around you.”
“And what a fine façade you put up,” she answered.
Asher nibbled on her ear. “If we weren’t going only seven floors, we’d have to stop this elevator.” He realized his hands were in the perfect spot, and slid them up just a little to wrap his hands around her firm, pert breasts. He plumped them lightly, and Sarah let out a breath.
“Your hands feel wonderful.”
“I can assure you that your breasts feel just as good.”
He brought his hands back down off of her just as the car slid to a stop. He might threaten to rip her clothes off and take her in the elevator, but he wasn’t really that much of a bastard. She was too much perfection for him to really consider it.
The first time, anyway.
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In a dark and desolated After Earth, love still does exist, but the cost of bearing such a flaw is death. World War III has left Earth in utter turmoil. People’s beliefs are said to be the cause of the worldwide destruction. After The Clearing new laws are set about – to show certitude in anything besides the law is weak and chargeable as mutiny. To be illogical and have faith in religion is illegal, to be limitless is dangerous. And Illness is seen as a defect – all flaws that are inexcusable. But to love is the greatest betrayal of all mankind. It is a fault the world has long forgotten and punishable by death, a fatal risk Aecker and Opel are fully prepared to take – because in love there is freedom. But how far can they push back before it claims their lives and of those they care about?
My Review: It’s so good! I can’t say enough amazing things about this story. It’s creative, it’s so well written, and it’s just a fantastic story. You want to keep reading as soon as you start the story, it’s hard to put it down. I won’t give any of the story away but if you like unique well told stories then Labuschagne is the author for you. The imagery is amazing, she weaves the scene in a way you can see it! 5 enthusiastic stars!!
Carlyle Labuschagne is a South African award winning author working her way into the hearts of international readers with her first two books in the Broken Trilogy. Her first young adult dystopian novel “The Broken Destiny” reached top 3 in its YA debut Category. The Sequel Evanescent won YATR literary award for best Sci-Fi book 2013.
“My goal as an author is to touch people’s lives, and help others love their differences and one another.”
Jayson lives among the shadows of Hestoria, his sole purpose for staying alive – to protect his half of the Seer’s crystal. Exiled from his homeland for loving the king’s daughter, Ivanore, Jayson is now pursued by two opposing factions: the Vatéz (League of Sorcerers) who intend to use the crystal for their own selfish gain, and the Guilde, the ancient guardians of the crystal.
Meanwhile, Ivanore flees from her father to Hestoria in search of Jayson. As the Seer, she is plagued with visions of him being tortured and is determined to rescue him. When the Vatéz capture her, however, she unwittingly jeopardizes everything Jayson has vowed to protect. He must now make a terrible choice: Should he save Ivanore or save the crystal?
Though written for adults, The Crystal Keeper series is the prequel to Ms. Reyes’ fantasy series for children, The Celestine Chronicles.
Senior Editor of Skyrocket Press and Editor-in-Chief of Middle Shelf Magazine, Laurisa White Reyes is the author of several middle grade and young adult novels, including The Rock of Ivanore,The Last Enchanter and Contact. The Crystal Keeper is her first series for adults.
Ivanore hunched over the parchment, the tip of her quill flicking above her hand like a trapped bird desperate for escape. The tallow candle cast a cramped circle of light across the table, hardly enough to see by. If only the night would last a little longer. Perhaps then she would have enough time to write everything she needed to. But alas, time was one thing she had too little of—that and light.
An older man with long, gray-streaked hair and piercing gray eyes, waited beside her. The stone bungalow, their most recent of many hiding places, boasted the barest of furnishings: the table, stool, cot—and a plain wooden chest, its key held tight in his fist.
A sudden thump sounded at the door, startling them both. A strand of Ivanore’s hair, gold as the candle light, fell across the page. She quickly tucked it back into place and wrote faster.
Zyll laid a hand on Ivanore’s shoulder. “They are here,” he whispered.
Ivanore finished the document and handed it to Zyll unbound. Turning to the chest, he carefully laid the pages inside.
“Wait,” said Ivanore. “Will you keep this as well?” A flat circle of pale green crystal lay in her open palm.
“But you will need it. I mustn’t—”
“Please,” she insisted, pressing it into his hand. “I can’t risk losing this one.”
Zyll reluctantly folded his fingers around the cool stone. “Of course, milady,” he said. Then, adding the crystal to the parchment, he laid a plate of thin wood atop them both, sealing the chest’s false bottom. He closed the lid and locked it.
The pounding at the door grew more insistent. Whoever stood outside was using his full weight against it in an effort to break through.
“We must hurry,” said Zyll.
Ivanore allowed herself a quick glance at the chest, offering the briefest of prayers that the gods would keep it safe until her return. Then, taking her by the arm, Zyll ked her through the low archway dividing the bungalow’s front room from the back.
A loud crash of splintering wood resounded through the bungalow. Their visitors had finally broken in.
“Find her now!” a deep voice bellowed.
Grateful for the trousers she now wore instead of her usual cumbersome skirts, Ivanore clambered onto a stool and through a narrow window, lowering herself as quietly as possible to the ground outside. Once Zyll had done the same, they stole away across the rocky field. Though the sky was black as ink, their path was illuminated by the amber glow of volcanic fissures scoring the area for miles around.
“There she is!” a man’s voice shouted behind them. The words sent spasms of fear through Ivanore. She glanced behind her and saw three soldiers emerge from the bungalow, wearing the gold and red cross of her father’s crest. They had tracked her even here, to the remotest corner of Imaness. Would Fredric ever let her be?
Ivanore stopped running. She looked at Zyll, her trusted guardian and ally these past months since she had fled Dokur, and knew her time with him had come to an end.
“You’ll watch over them until I return?” she asked, out of breath. “Keep them safe. Don’t let my father find them.”
“You have my vow,” Zyll whispered, his voice tight with emotion.
Ivanore’s eyes welled with tears as she pressed her lips against the calloused skin of Zyll’s hand.
“Go,” said Zyll. “Go now before it’s too late.”
Ivanore released Zyll’s hand and sprinted forward alone. As she ran, she cupped her hands around her mouth and let out a loud, sharp call, much like that of a hawk or an eagle. She risked another glance over her shoulder and watched as Zyll turned to face their pursuers. As the soldiers neared, their swords glinting in the fireglow, Zyll held up his hands. A horizontal bolt of cerulean lightning shot out from his palms, striking the oncoming soldiers. The men recoiled, their bodies instantly singed and bloody.
Ivanore ran on. In desperation, she repeated her call, and this time another voice called back. A dark form appeared on the horizon, silhouetted against the light of the volcanic fractures and growing larger as it approached with tremendous speed. As it neared, the creature’s massive feathered wings moved the air around Ivanore in warm, powerful gusts. Ivanore saw clearly its eagle’s head with a beak large enough to break a man in two, paired with the muscular, furred body of a lion. As she ran toward it, the gryphon lowered its head, waiting.
Behind her, the soldiers reeled in pain, but they did not forget their duty. One man struggled to his knees, grunting from the effort. Reaching over his shoulder, he slid a short bow and arrow from his pack and swiftly took aim.
Ivanore reached the gryphon, and in one smooth motion hoisted herself onto its back, twisting her arms deep into the feathers on the creature’s neck. In that same moment, a single arrow found its mark in Ivanore’s shoulder. Ivanore cried out before her body slumped forward and her mind went dark. The gryphon took flight then, and in less time than it took to draw another arrow—or a breath—they had vanished into the night.
Genre: Contemporary Romance / Suspenseful Romance / Military Romance
Expected Release Date: March 30, 2015Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours
I knew the moment I saw Beckett Tate that he was dangerous but I couldn’t resist him. Our attraction was immediate and our chemistry mutual right from the first moment our eyes met.
Until that day, I’d been in mourning after my fiancé Dan died under mysterious circumstances in Iraq, leaving me widowed before I even walked down the aisle. After a year spent rebuilding my life, I was ready to start over. If fate could take away my future and everything I planned for so carefully, I was going to get as much out of life as possible.
I wanted to live again without fear so when Beckett walked into my life, I was ready for him. Despite our intense connection, our passionate affair ended all too soon. One day, he was gone, warning me to stay away because he was “bad news.”
Now, I’m on a mission to discover why he warned me off, even if it breaks my heart…
S. E. Lund lives with her family of humans and animals in a small city in Western Canada in an old
house on a quiet tree-lined street. Besides writing erotic, contemporary and paranormal romance, she writes science fiction and fantasy, science fact, advocates for climate action, plays piano and dreams of living in a warm climate by the ocean.
Karim, Texas has a delightfully dirty little secret: The Club.
A private, exclusive BDSM world lies beyond the door of the unassuming 3-story building just off main street. All are welcome, but beyond the throbbing beats from the DJ and generous taps of the bartenders, no one know what lies upstairs.
Except, of course, those who are invited. Few are. Even fewer stay.
But if you are one of the lucky ones, one of the brave ones… all of your fantasies will come true.
There are 24 novella in The Club series, all from different authors, including Yours Truly, Scarlett Dawn, Missy Johnson, Lexi Buchanan, T.H. Snyder, Brooke Cumberland, Whitney Gracia Williams. Each of the 24 stories will be released once a month for the next TWO years!
New York Times and USA Today bestselling author, Scarlett Dawn, turns up the heat with two best friends, who were always meant for each other, in the first novella of The Club series, Just One Sip…
Lucy Plume knows Jet Mak is the man she wants to marry. Her thoughts have never wavered to another. Lucy knows all of Jet’s secrets, his family’s secrets, and doesn’t give a damn. He is her best friend, her lover, her confidant…her all. But can she finally find the courage to say yes?
Jet Mak knows Lucy Plume is the woman he wants to marry. He’s known since they were children. Lucy is the only woman who can make him smile and groan at the same time. She tests his patience beyond what most men would endure, but he doesn’t care. He wants her, and everyone knows it. If only Lucy would say yes…
Genre: YA Horror/Dark Fantasy
Expected Release Date: Nov. 4, 2014
Blurb: A group of misfits learn how to conjure an ancient dark evil that gives them the power to be judge, jury, and executioner.
Ronan and her friends unlock the secrets of delivering vengeance on their tormentors with an ancient artifact found in Ronan’s mom’s mail. However, it goes beyond petty high school teasing and the trio begins doling out horrific punishments.
When it goes too far and Ronan wants out, Lyda, the charming new student, gets in her way. Ronan must break Lyda’s hold on her friends before they become the monsters hunting each other. Tag Line: Because Every Teen Wants Revenge
Author Bio: Steven Lee Climer lives in Metropolitan Detroit with his partner. He is an avid amateur bodybuilder, gardener, and all-around handyman. He has sold the motion picture rights of his novel Demonesque to After Dark Productions, and is the recipient of several honors including the Darrell Award, Eppie for Best Horror Novel 2000, and 1997 finalist for Best First Novel from the International Horror Guild.
It was late spring. My middle son was home from college for the summer. He and my daughter were asleep in the living room. Despite having a two bedroom apartment, when I had the kids we camped out on the sofas, and I always dragged a mattress off one of the beds and brought it out, as well.
I’d been up for about thirty minutes before I decided to go into the kitchen and make toast and coffee. Facing the counter where the coffee pot was, I saw someone pass by the kitchen and go into the bathroom. Then, I heard the bathroom door shut.
I yelled out, “What do you guys want for breakfast?”
My daughter said, “Why are you yelling?”
“Ask Grant what he wants for breakfast,” I said.
“He’s sleeping,” she said.
My daughter was talking to me from the living room. I felt the hairs on my arm stand on end. I walked slowly out of the kitchen and peered around the corner. My daughter was sitting up on one of the sofas, her phone in her hand. Grant was on the other couch. The kid is over six feet tall. His legs were draped over the arm of the furniture.
“Who just went into the bathroom?” I said. “Did you hear the door close?”
My daughter set her phone down. “I thought you shut the door,” she said.
We stared at each other. It wasn’t uncommon for us to witness paranormal activity. Usually it happened at my parents’ house. Jenny lived there. Jenny was not a person. She was a spirit. Nothing supernatural had ever happened in my apartment in the four years I’d been living here.
I turned and looked down the short hallway. The bathroom door was closed.
“Are you going to check?” My daughter had her knees drawn up and one arm wrapped around her legs. The phone was still in one hand. I think she was ready to film whatever happened next.
It had been a few days earlier when we were at my parents’ house. My two son’s, my oldest son’s girlfriend, my daughter, my mother and I sat around the kitchen table. On the doorknob leading to a staircase that led down to a family room hung a single purse strap. The second strap dangled.
We were having coffee, laughing, and telling stories. A rather normal night when visiting with my parents. Then, the loose purse strap rose into the air. It stood suspended for several seconds before dropping back down. We all went silent.
We all looked around at each other. We had all seen what just happened, but it was like no one wanted to ask the obvious question first.
My daughter stood up. “Did you see that?”
My mother nearly gasped. “That just happened, didn’t it?”
There was a shared nervous laugh that filled the kitchen. My daughter lifted the purse off the doorknob. She inspected it and then replaced it as it was with one strap on the knob, the other limp.
I’d tried convincing my mother that Jenny was in their house, and had been since I was fourteen. She never believed me. She humored me, but that was about it. This was the first time she’d ever witnessed something as unexplainable, and yet as simple as a rising purse strap.
What did it mean? I had no clue. We talked about Jenny after that happened, rehashing stories about the ghost in my parents’ house. When my mother went to the bathroom, I saw her hesitate by the door and give it wide berth as she made her way. She believed me now. Or, she did, then — in that moment.
Staring at my closed bathroom door I will admit I felt apprehensive about opening it to see who, or what had gone into the bathroom and closed the door. I’d seen enough horror movies to feel chilled, and I’d written enough horror novels and short stories to know better. Yet, someone had to check, and I wasn’t going to let my daughter.
I put my hand on the knob, turned it, and slowly pushed the bathroom door open.
In the bathroom was nothing.
Nothing but things that should be in a bathroom. I checked behind the shower curtain, opened the medicine cabinet and bottom cabinet doors.
Normal. Everything was as it should be.
I went back into the kitchen.
“Well?” My daughter wouldn’t be satisfied until I told her what I’d found.
“A ghost. It’s in the tub. Why don’t you take your shower first and I’ll have breakfast ready for you when your done,” I said. I laughed.
But was anything really funny?
Tomasso is the author of 15 novels. He works full time as a Fire / EMS Dispatcher for 911. His Vaccination Trilogy is an Amazon best selling set of zombie books. His latest release, Blood River, is an action / adventure tale that takes place in Papua New Guinea. He lives in Rochester, NY with his three kids and is always hard at work on his next novel. Please, visit his website, and follow him on Twitter!