Sunday, November 19, 2017

Teasers & Giveaway: Enchant by Micalea Smeltzer

Micalea Smeltzer
(The Enchanted Series #1)
Publication date: November 17th 2017
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Mara Pryce never imagined that her life was anything but normal and then a strange gray-eyed young man appears at her graduation. When he vanishes without a trace, she’s convinced he’s a figment of her imagination. Then he appears again and shatters her whole world.
Mara is an enchanter, part of an ancient line of Wiccan power, and a war is raging—one of good and evil—between the Enchanted and the Iniquitous.
The Iniquitous want her dead and it’s Theodore’s job as her protector to keep her safe.
When Mara and Theodore arrive at a safe house, where Mara will remain hidden while learning about her powers, they find that the real threat might be a little closer to home than they want to believe.

Author Bio:
Hi. I’m Micalea. Ma-call-e-uh. Weird name, I know. My mom must’ve known I was going to be odd even in the womb. I’ve written a lot of books. Like a lot. Don’t ask me how many, I don’t remember at this point. I have an unhealthy addiction to Diet Coke but I can’t seem to break the habit. I listen to way too much music and hedgehogs have taken over my life. Crazy is the word that best sums up my life, but it’s the good kind of crazy and I wouldn’t change it for anything.


Saturday, November 18, 2017

Excerpt & Giveaway: Bound for Life by Alexis Abbott

Bound for Life
Alexis Abbott
Publication date: August 1st 2017
Genres: Adult, Romance
The start of the Bound to the Bad Boy trilogy by Wall Street Journal bestselling author, Alexis Abbott
I never knew what he sacrificed to save my life. I never knew why he abandoned me all those years ago.
My soulmate. My first love. The only one I’ve ever wanted.
I moved on, tried to forget his smile, the way his hands felt on my skin.
But when my life gets dangerous again, he walks back into my store, white knight to the rescue.
The Mafia is breathing down our necks, threatening our second chance at romance.
But what they don’t realize is that our love makes us strong. Makes us dangerous.
The Mafia wants to kill us both, but we’re not going down without a fight.
This is a full-length romantic suspense novel that is Part 1 in an exciting new trilogy by Alexis Abbott. Explicit language. Safe from cheating.
The complete trilogy:
“After everything that’s happened today, I never expected a stranger to take that kind of time,” Serena says with a sigh.
“What’s happened today?” I ask, quirking a brow, and I see her cheeks tinge with a bit of color.
“Wh- oh, nothing. The guy who caused the accident just kind of ran off, is all,” she lies, averting her eyes to the setting sun outside.
“Dirty move,” I say, crossing my arms. “Good thing you run a soap store.”
She just stares at me in disbelief for a beat before she bursts into a laugh at my awful pun, covering her face for a moment. “Oh…wow,” she says, starting to take a few steps toward me. “Who are you?”
“Someone who can tell you’ve had too much on your plate for one day,” I say. Every muscle in my body wants to take a step toward her as well, to play the game between us that she’s slipping into already. I want to flirt with her, charm her all over again, even as a stranger, take her out for a good time. If I’m really honest, I want to bend her over that counter and take her right here and now.
But for her safety, I have to keep my distance.
“Oh, who am I kidding,” she says, running a hand through her hair and looking out the door. “You’re right. Today’s been a nightmare.” She looks back to me, eyes flitting up and down my form. “Thank you, though. Really. God, I feel so silly, you didn’t come here to-”
“Get some rest,” I say, her name on the tip of my tongue before I reel it back in. “I’ll come back by tomorrow. Maybe I can take care of any other messes that come up,” I say, a boyish smile on my face.
I see the color flush into her cheeks, and she loses her words for a moment before she says, “I’ll be here!”
She was a spoiled brat when I knew her, but even then, it was the easiest thing in the world to get her off her guard and swooning. But I liked that about her. She didn’t feel shame for her feelings. She felt everything intensely. It was good to see that hadn’t changed.
There’s so much more I want to say, but I step out into the cool air without another word to her as I hear her voice calling, “Wait, I didn’t get your name!”
I pretend not to hear.
Seeing how happy she is now, I can’t let our tangled past flood into her life and upset everything she has. She’s running her own business, for god’s sake.
How would she feel about me if she knew I was an enforcer for the mafia?

Author Bio:
Alexis Abbott is a USA Today & Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes about bad boys protecting their girls! Pick up her books today and find yourself transported with super steamy sex, gritty suspense, and lots of romance.
She also writes as Alex Abbott for her erotic thrillers and contemporary romance.
She lives in beautiful St. John's, NL, Canada with her amazing husband.


Thursday, November 16, 2017

Cover Reveal & Giveaway: Power Struggle by Paige Fieldsted

Title: Power Struggle  
Author: Paige Fieldsted 
Genre: Erotic Romance 
Release Date: November 30, 2017 
Cover Designer: Concierge Literary Designs & Photography 

I gave up on love twenty years ago, when my fairytale ending was ripped out of my hands. These days I want hot sex, and that’s it. Jameson Beck is experienced, confident, and so sexy it should be a sin— a perfect distraction from the murder trial taking over my life. Now I’m expected to work with him every day and ignore his never-ending advances? Yeah, right. I can’t keep my distance, not even with Jameson threatening everything I’ve worked for the past ten years.
Olivia Roberts is the epitome of a blonde bombshell. She’s hot, feisty, and isn’t afraid to talk dirty. She fights me at every turn, but that only makes me want her more. Too bad she’s the one person standing between me and the partnership I’d do anything for. Now Olivia is making me question it all. I thought my career was enough. I thought I didn’t need love. But now I don’t think I can live without it.


Paige Fieldsted lives in Utah with her husband, son Mason, and Willy the pug. She has been writing for as long as she can remember and eventually pursued a career in journalism before leaving her job as a reporter for a job in communications, where the hours aren’t as long and the stress isn’t as high. When she’s not writing or working, Paige loves watching sports, especially football, cooking, having impromptu dance parties in the kitchen with her toddler, singing loudly in the car and reading.

Wednesday, November 15, 2017

Excerpt & Giveaway: Wheeler Sara by Butler Zalesky

Sara Butler Zalesky
Publication date: July 4th 2016
Genres: Adult, Romance, Sports, Suspense
Known as the Ice Queen of the peloton, pro cyclist Loren Mackenzie rarely shows emotion in the heat of competition; she leads her team with quiet strength and determination. But her successes have not come without suffering, and her tragic past is hidden inside tarnished armor.
While out on a training ride with her cycling team near Enfield, England, a chance meeting quickly develops into an unexpected whirlwind romance. But a relationship with an A-list celebrity brings with it the microscope of tabloid-media attention, which expose jealousy and rivalry that threaten to undermine Loren’s leadership of her team.
The new romance also reveals a dangerous obsession, culminating in a terrifying confrontation with someone from Loren’s past. Her injuries not only put her chances at the World Championship in jeopardy but also bring forth memories of a life she had long buried – for good reason.
Can Loren open her heart to the love she has held at a distance, or will her fear ultimately defeat her?
The follow up novel in the Wheeler series is coming soon.

Excerpt from Wheeler, by Sara Butler Zalesky

11 June

Enfield, England, UK

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” Loren groaned. “What the hell else can happen to me today?” She stood on the pedals to glare at the offender with her rear tire replying with a hiss of air. As she pulled over to the side of the road again, her teammates coasted by with a few nods and concerned words.
“Do you need more tape?” Cece laughed as she passed. Felix honked the horn but didn’t stop. Loren waved at the car, fighting not flipping a rude gesture.
“Oh, okay. Just keep going. I’ll catch up.” Muttering, she dismounted and removed her helmet. “I’d have been out of here in seconds if our mechanic was here to switch out my wheel, but no,” she drawled. “You girls need to learn to deal with a flat tire, he says. Like I don’t already know how to fucking change a tire.” She pulled off her gloves and shoved her hair out of her face, then bent down to release what little air remained in the back tire.
After clicking the shifter to adjust the gears to the smallest rear cog, she loosened the wheel skewer, then gripped the black matte frame of the bike. As she took hold of the tire to remove it, she sucked in a breath as pain shot up from her fingers to her elbow.
“I didn’t see any damn fucking squirrel,” she grumbled as she revised her grip and removed the wheel, leaning it against her leg. After gathering the items she needed from the little bag under her seat, she set the bike down, picked up the wheel and went to sit on a broken stone wall on the side of the road. She wiped her forehead with the back of her hand and looked up at the bright blue sky overhead.
At least it’s not raining yet. That would be just fucking brilliant. She adjusted the wheel on her lap and got to work, but it wasn’t long before a blaring truck horn bought her head up, just in time to see a gray Jaguar swerve out of its way.
“Idiot,” she grumbled and went back to trying to force the hard rubber tire over the edge of the wheel.
A few minutes passed with her wrestling with the tire when, out of the corner of her eye, she saw the same gray Jaguar come to a stop a few yards away from her. You’ve got to be fucking kidding me. She didn’t look up when the car door closed. I’m not some fucking damsel in need of saving “… you prat.” She froze at a man’s stifled chuckle. Did I say that out loud?
“All’s well, miss?” She didn’t quite turn to look at him when she spoke.
“Yes, everything's fine,” she growled. “I can change a tire, thank you.” She clenched her jaw as she struggled to twist the last bit of tire over the rim when the wheel slipped and the sharp edge of a wheel spoke sliced the base of her thumb. “Bloody fucking hell!” She stood up, yanking off her amber sunglasses while shaking out her hand.
“I can help,” the man said, walking toward her. “I’ve got strong hands.”
As she turned her glare to the Good Samaritan, her mouth popped open and her brain shut off. He was tall, and looked in need of a sandwich, dressed in a loose blue and red plaid button-down shirt and jeans. But, it was his bright blue eyes and wide grin outlined by a tight goatee that she recognized immediately. Oh, my… That’s Apollo… uh. Her eyes slid away as she tried to remember the actor’s name. No, Atherton. Graham Atherton. She blinked.
“Uh, I’m sorry.” She tried not to look at him as she stiffly bent to retrieve the wheel from where it had landed. “It hasn’t been a particularly good day for me.”
His smile widened. “I passed your mates a while back there. That wasn’t very considerate of them, leaving you in the middle of nowhere.”
“Yah, well, it’s not the first time.” She flexed her elbow. “It wouldn’t have been a big deal if I hadn’t hit the deck earlier.”
“Goodness, is anything broken?”
“No, no, I don’t think so. Just scrapes.” She shifted her hip to look down at it. “Yah, just a little road rash.” The angry abrasion on her outer thigh was visible through the tape holding her white Lycra shorts together.
“I’d be complaining quite loudly about that, not just shrugging it off,” he told her. She held up her hand then, feeling something cold and wet slid down her palm. “Oy, you’re bleeding!”
He moved quickly toward her, causing her to bring both hands up and let go of the wheel, which clanked to the ground and rolled a few feet away. He took a gentle hold of her right wrist and lifted her arm to shoulder height, as he reached into his back pocket for his handkerchief. She winced as he pressed the cloth against her wound.
“You’re trembling,” he murmured. “You needn’t be afraid of me. I would never hurt you.”
“I’m not afraid of you,” she countered, the corners of her lips turning up slightly. “But you just did.”
“Oh, well, yes, but not on purpose,” he pouted. She chuckled and breathed in fresh air mixed with his cologne.
“You smell very nice,” she said, cringing internally.
“Thank you,” he said, his eyes flicked to her mouth as she brushed the tip of her tongue slowly over the center of her lips. “I’ll be certain to wear it around you in the future.”
“I would like that.” She smiled at his grin but didn’t pull away. “Hi. I’m, uh…” She trailed off, forgetting her name in his blue eyes.
“Hiya, nice to meet you.” His gaze swept over her face as she winced again. “Goodness, what’s wrong with me,” he said, taking hold of her uninjured hand as well. “Come over here and sit down so I may take a look at that.”
“Oh, n-no, really, I’m fine.” Her ears were burning as the actor led her back to the stone wall a few feet away. “I just need to get the tire back on, and I’ll be on my way.” He looked unconvinced.
“Are you certain?”
“I’m sure. I crash all the time.” She glanced away, crossing her eyes, but her reward was his chuckle as he released her hands.
“As you wish, my lady.” He bent to retrieve the wheel. “I do believe we can work together on this. Just keep pressure on that cut, and you can tell me what to do.” He sat down and patted the spot next to him and with a sigh, she joined him. With her occasionally pointing as she explained, he was able to put the inner tube in the tire without twisting it and then the tire partially onto the rim. She tilted her head.
“Are you sure you’ve never done this? That was pretty quick.”
“Oh, I’m quite certain” he replied. “I haven’t been on a bicycle since I was in my teens.” He bumped his shoulder into hers. “I think I just have a good teacher.” Her ears were on fire as she bumped him back.
“Well, that’s a shame. It feels like you’re flying without leaving the ground.”
“I would imagine it takes going very fast to feel that way.”
She nodded, matching his grin. “Yes, or to be screaming down a descent.”
“I probably would be screaming,” he laughed. “I watched some of last year’s Tour de France. Some of those descents were bonkers.” She laughed and as they turned to each other at the same time, he winked. Her smile just widened, then reached for the wheel he held.
“Here, lemme me show you how–.” He playfully batted her hands away.
“I can do it,” he grumbled and gripped the wheel between his spread knees. She bit her lip as he became more and more frustrated with the tire. “One side of the tire pops off just as I get the other side on!” With one last push, the bit of rubber slipped over the edge and he let out a big breath. “How the hell do you do this in less than a minute?”
“They change the whole wheel out, not just the tire,” she told him, grinning.
“Now she tells me,” he muttered, massaging his palm with his thumb. She cleared her throat as she stood up.
“Now comes the real test, the inflation. As long as it’s not pinched, it won’t go boom,” she said, puffing out her cheeks. They both leaned away as she used a CO₂ cartridge to fill the inner tube, then chuckled when nothing happened. “The wheel should go back in pretty easy.” She held the derailleur arm down, slid the wheel into place and tightened the quick-release skewer. She then gave the pedals a spin to re-engage the chain with the teeth of the rings. “There. I thank you, kind sir.” She bowed her head to him.
“Not a problem.” He stood and dusted his hands off on his jeans.
She could feel his eyes following her as she went about to pick up the flat tube and bits of trash she’d left on the ground, stuffing them in the back pockets of her jersey.
“I’d like to thank you somehow for helping me.” She smirked as he quickly looked away, caught with his attention focused on her back end. “You didn’t have to stop, but I’m glad you did.”
“I am, too. I-I mean, that’s not necessary,” he replied as he bent over to pick up a wrapper that had blown against his boot.
Her smirk dissipated. Right. What was I thinking. The darkening clouds behind his head caught her attention. “Well, I’d better get going. Those clouds don’t look very nice.” She moved her bike to point in the opposite direction of his car then bent to retrieve her helmet.
“They most certainly do not,” he replied. When she turned back, he had extended his hand to her. “It was very nice to meet you.” She fumbled with her helmet as she transferred it to her left hand.
“Nice to meet you, too.” She winced as his fingers closed around her palm.
“Oh, sod it. I’m terribly–.” He loosened his grip on her hand but didn’t let go.
“No, no, I just…”
They stood very close on the side of the road, still holding each other’s hand. His gaze flicked to her lips when a passing lorry sounded its horn and they both jumped back, laughing. He ran his fingers through his hair.
“I, uh, I could drop you wherever you need to go.”
Her eyes widened. “You would do that? Uh, no. That’s okay.” She gave a crooked grin. “I’d lose all my street cred.”
He snorted. “Alright then. I’ll see you around.”
“I hope so.” She flashed a grin over her shoulder as she adjusted her helmet then clipped her left shoe into the pedal. As the bike started off with a push off with her right foot, she swung her leg over the seat in a smooth motion and accelerated down the road.

Loren stopped a few miles away to catch her breath. That was fucking Graham Atherton. Oh my god, what the hell was I thinking, asking him out? He’s fucking famous! She closed her eyes with a groan. How many times have I watched both of the Crusade of the Gods films or that King Philip miniseries? She covered her face with her hand. All those pictures of him on my Pinterest board?
Oh, I’m gonna throw up. She shook her head. No, no, calm down and get back to the center. Then you can freak out. A drop of water hit her amber sunglasses. Oh damn.

Author Bio:
Sara was born in the wee hours of a November night in New York City. When her family moved to a small borough in northwestern New Jersey, she had little choice but to move as well. Self-sufficiency is a tough thing for a toddler.
The dichotomy of being the middle child of three, but the only girl, was difficult, as typically no one really pays attention to a middle child. Mostly, Sara spent her time creating fanciful stories in her head when she should have been focused on other things, an issue that continues to this day.
Most of these stories have never been shared, let alone completed. This all changed in the spring of 2015, when Sara was encouraged by a friend to expand upon a short story she had accidentally emailed to him. The result is 'Wheeler’, a romantic, women's fiction/sport novel, which combines the author's romantic inclinations and her passion for cycling.
Sara currently resides in the suburbs of Philadelphia, PA, with her loving husband and their son. She is a paralegal for a boutique law firm in Chester County, Pa, an avid road cyclist and indoor cycling instructor at a national chain.
Follow the author’s blog at or on Twitter @sarazalesky. She does a little dance every time someone ‘follows’ her on Twitter. Really.


Monday, November 13, 2017

Excerpt & Giveaways: Hunger Moon by Alexandra Sokoloff

Hunger Moon
Alexandra Sokoloff
(The Huntress/FBI Thrillers #5)
Publication date: October 24th 2017
Genres: Adult, Mystery, Thriller
Revenge has no limits.
Special Agent Matthew Roarke has abandoned his rogue search for serial killer Cara Lindstrom. He’s returned to the FBI to head a task force with one mission: to rid society of its worst predators. But as the skeletal symbols of Santa Muerte, “Lady Death,” mysteriously appear at universities nationwide, threatening death to rapists, Roarke’s team is pressured to investigate. When a frat boy goes missing in Santa Barbara, Roarke realizes a bloodbath is coming—desperate teenagers are about to mete out personal, cold-blooded justice.
Hiding from the law, avenging angel Cara Lindstrom is on her own ruthless quest. She plans to stay as far away from Roarke as possible—until an old enemy comes after both her and the BI, forcing her back into Roarke’s orbit. This time, the huntress has become the hunted . . .
Previous books in the Huntress/FBI Thrillers Series:

The sandstone spires reach like alien fingers from the depths of the canyon.
The gorge cuts through the Arizona tablelands, a vast, prehistoric gash. Inside lies a 230-million-year-old natural wonder: a cathedral of wind-carved sandstone walls in every possible hue of red, gold, and white, adorned with the gleaming black curtain-like sweeps known as canyon varnish. Ancient ruins of cliff villages nestle in natural caves at impossible heights. Sedimentary deposits lie in distinctive round piles, like stacked pancakes.
And the famous double sandstone spires rise 750 feet from the canyon floor, at the exact junction of de Chelly and Monument Canyons.
Navajo legend says the taller spire is the home of Spider Grandmother, the goddess who created the world. She stole the sun and brought fire to the Anasazi. At the beginning of time, monsters roamed the land, and she gave her children, Monster Slayer and Child-Born-of-Water, power to kill the monsters and protect the First People.
Her stories are only told in the winter months.
And only to those who will listen.

A bleak sky, streaked with white, stretches over the desolate South Rim of the canyon. There will be snow tonight.
The grinding of a pickup truck grates through the silence.
A four-door Tundra. Tonneau cover over the bed. Two men dressed in camouflage inside. Fast-food and jerky wrappers litter the wells at their feet. In the back seat, a cooler packed full of beer.
And three rifles, three-inch twelve-gauge magnums, strapped to the padded back-seat gun rest.
Hunters, driving the rim.
The front-seat passenger sets his sights on something moving ahead of them, leans forward greedily. “There we go, there we go.”
The driver follows his gaze, fixes on what he is tracking. Not a deer, but a young girl, shining black hair underneath the hood of her parka. Schoolgirl’s backpack on her shoulder.
On the men’s faces, something crude and capering.
“That’s some tasty-looking pussy.”
“Oh, yeah, that’ll do.”
“Let’s go.”
“Get her.”
The driver swerves the truck over to the side of the road, squealing brakes.
The girl hears the sound, stiffens, is starting to run before she even completes the glance back.
The truck skids to a stop in the snow. The doors fly open; the men are out of the car, grabbing for their rifles.
The girl runs for the rocks, but her pursuers are bigger, fastr. Two of them, grown men, against a teenage girl.
They move forward into the strong wind, a military-style formation, heavy boots crunching in the sandy snow.
They pause at the rock outcropping, looking out over the boulders. The girl seems to have disappeared. Then a scrabble on the rocks betrays her. Hearing it, the men grin at each other.
The driver rounds the rock first, his mouth watering. He is already hard in anticipation . . .
The tire iron bashes him across the face, breaking his jaw. He staggers back, howling inarticulate pain.
The girl kicks him viciously in the knee, crumpling him, then swivels as the second hunter rounds the edge of the rock. She slams the tire iron against the side of his head.
Now both men are collapsed on the ground, moaning and cursing.
She steps forward, no longer feigning that youthful, hesitant gait.
She lifts her arm and uses the tire iron on their skulls. Two, three, four blows, and there is no more moaning. Thick crimson drops spatter the snow. Her breath is harsh. Her face is ice.
There is only the wind, swallowing the sound of her breathing.

Cara stands at the edge of the canyon, looking out at the spires of Spider Rock, the vast open gorge.
Below her is an icy crevasse. The canyon has any number of them, deep splits in the rock wall where whole sheets of the cliff have broken away. Behind her is the hunters’ pickup truck.
Their bodies lie at her feet.
She drags one, then the other, to shove them over the cliff’s edge, stepping back to watch each body hurtle down into the crevasse, tumbling into oblivion.
The snowfall tonight will cover all trace of them. Later, birds and animals will pick the bones clean.
Another offering to the canyon, and the gods and ghosts that haunt it.

Author Bio:
"Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre." - The New York Times
ALEXANDRA SOKOLOFF is the Thriller Award-winning and Bram Stoker, Anthony, and Black Quill Award-nominated author of the Amazon bestselling Huntress/FBI series (HUNTRESS MOON, BLOOD MOON, COLD MOON, BITTER MOON, HUNGER MOON - now in active development as a TV series), and the supernatural HAUNTED thrillers (THE HARROWING, THE PRICE, THE UNSEEN, BOOK OF SHADOWS, THE SHIFTERS, THE SPACE BETWEEN). The New York Times Book Review called her a "daughter of Mary Shelley," and her books "Some of the most original and freshly unnerving work in the genre."
As a screenwriter she has sold original horror and thriller scripts and adapted novels for numerous Hollywood studios. She has also written three non-fiction workbooks: SCREENWRITING TRICKS FOR AUTHORS, STEALING HOLLYWOOD, and WRITING LOVE, based on her internationally acclaimed workshops and blog (, and has served on the Board of Directors of the WGA West and the Board of the Mystery Writers of America.
Alex is a California native and a graduate of U.C. Berkeley, where she majored in theater and minored in everything Berkeley has a reputation for. In her spare time (!) she performs with The Slice Girls and Heather Graham's all-author Slush Pile Players, and dances like a fiend. She is also very active on Facebook, Twitter, and Pinterest. But not an addict. Seriously, it's under control.


Sunday, November 12, 2017

Excerpt & Giveaway: Wild Hearts by Vivian Wood

Wild Hearts
Vivian Wood
Publication date: November 14th 2017
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
In order to find love, you must set your heart free.
All her life, Faith has lacked a true, deep connection to someone. Her parents are long buried, her friends are too busy, and all she has is her job in corporate law to make her feel grounded. Each day is like the last with no telling if there will ever be something more for her. When a distant aunt passes away and leaves Faith her land, Faith has to put her empty life on hold and travel across the country to settle the estate.
A West Coast girl used to a fast paced lifestyle, Faith is ready to be entirely unimpressed by what she finds on the Georgia coast. That is, until she meets Alex.
Strong, tall, and decidedly anti-social, Alex is everything that Faith has been dreaming of her whole life. The fact that he scowls as he shows her the wonders of her new land doesn’t bother her… not like seeing him without his shirt does, anyway.
Alex has a lot of ground to cover before he can learn to trust someone again, but Faith is a lovely temptation. Slender, raven-haired, and smart as hell, she calls to him on a primal level… if he can get over the ghosts of his past.
Distrust, uncertainty, fear of change… In order to find their way to each other, they will each have their own demons to overcome.

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Alex wasn’t sure if she kissed him or if he kissed her. All he knew was that suddenly his lips were on hers, and they were softer and sweeter than he could have ever dreamed.
He felt her hands on his chest, and somehow his arms were around her waist. They fit perfectly in that deep curve right above her hips. He wasn’t sure, but he thought he felt the tip of her tongue against his. Alex let out a noise in the back of his throat.
She closed her eyes as he began to work the lotion into her back. Alex started at her shoulders and slid a finger underneath the strip of her halter top. He worked his way down, across her shoulder blades. She let out a moan as he hit a tense muscle in her lower back.
Alex paused, and a flicker of embarrassment washed over her. She expected him to stop, but instead he did it again, deeper. She moaned again, and the rest of her body started to respond.
His touch didn’t just release that tight muscle in her back. It started a fire throughout her entire body. Damn, she thought. She could drift away, let this man touch her all over like he was touching her right now.
His thumbs expertly glided across her lower back as he worked out the kinks. Faith’s breasts tightened, and she felt her nipples pebble. She sucked in her breath, head bowed, and could see her nipples as they responded to him.
Alex’s gaze dipped down to Faith’s lips, glazed with a gloss and smelling of Christmas. He wished he’d had the time, the mind-set, to enjoy those lips the first time he’d tasted them. His eyes continued downward to her breasts. From this angle, he could see straight down the button-up gingham shirt to the pink lace bra below. Her cleavage was deep and deliciously tempting, though he was disappointed he couldn’t make out her nipples. When they’d hardened in that little swimsuit, he was so turned on he could almost taste them between his lips.
He was tempted to kiss her to the point it was almost unbearable. To nibble on those lips and run a thumb across her breasts. Hell, I even know what she tastes like. But this time it would be different.
“Alex,” she started, but he couldn’t hold himself back anymore. It took less than a second to close the distance between them. His lips were on hers, exploring. Faith parted her lips farther to welcome his tongue against hers. God, she tasted sweet.
With one hand, he cupped her chin upward to him. The other pulled her close against him. His hardness slipped with ease between the heat of her soft thighs. Those little shorts really are good for something besides a tease.
Alex needed more, wanted more, and by the way Faith responded, he knew she did, too. He started to walk her backward, through the open bedroom door.

Author Bio:
Vivian likes to write about troubled, deeply flawed alpha males and the fiery, kick-ass women who bring them to their knees.
Vivian's lasting motto in romance is a quote from a favorite song: "Soulmates never die."
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Saturday, November 11, 2017

Excerpt & Giveaway: AnguiSH by Lila Felix

Lila Felix
Published by: Clean Teen Publishing
Publication date: November 6th 2017
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Young Adult
The help-wanted ad on the bulletin board at Ashland’s college was simple enough: mother seeks live-in maid for son. But it turns out Breaker James is a mess in more ways than one. He’s confined to a prison of his own making, crippled by his fear of people and any social interaction whatsoever. Every vibe he’s giving off is begging Ashland to stay away, yet she finds herself strangely drawn to him. Can she coax him out of his darkness and help him overcome the deep trauma of his past to reclaim a normal life?
A contemporary romance perfect for fans of Lauren Oliver’s Before I Fall and JoJo Moyes’ Me Before You, AnguiSH delves deep into complex human emotions and the struggle to move forward from devastating past events.
She moved over on the bed, giving me room to get in next to her. I got in. “I’m afraid I’m… God, this is hard to admit.”
Her hand glided down my jaw. “Tell me.”
“I tried—I tried to go out the other day, just for a walk or something. I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t make it past the damned threshold of the door.”
Her face was pure disappointment, and I knew mine mirrored it. Admitting it to her, I felt like a shadow of a man.
“But you tried, right? That has to count. I mean, you go out with me all the time.” Her voice faltered at the end of the sentence.
“I did try. But I couldn’t go through with it.”
She scooted closer to me and put one hand on my face while she buried her own in the hollow of my neck. “Can you just hold me and forget that there’s something we can’t do? I’d like to hang on to the notion that you can do anything—just for the night.”

Author Bio:
Lila Felix is full of antics and stories. She refused to go to Kindergarten after the teacher made her take a nap on the first day of school. She staged her first protest in middle school. She almost flunked out of her first semester at Pepperdine University because she was enthralled with their library and frequently was locked in. Now her husband and three children have to put up with her rebel nature in Louisiana where her days are filled with cypress trees, crawfish, and of course her books and writing. She writes about the ordinary people who fall extraordinarily in wild, true love.