Oh, perfect I just get back from a run with sweaty hair,
wet and hanging loose from the hair band attempting but
failing to keep it in place. I’m wearing sweats and an old
Muse t-shirt with a stain on it from spilt juice, and who’s
sitting looking perfect in a suit and tie, tapping away at his
Mr sexy/annoying as hell Finlay, that’s who.
He gets up and knocks back whatever is in his mug,
closing his computer, and smirks as he takes in my attire.
“There’s eggs still hot on the stove. Help yourself, and tell
Gaby I won’t be back for dinner.” He waltzes past me, his
scent hitting me in the face like invisible mist …delicious
“Do I look like your secretary?” I mumble over my
shoulder, grabbing a bottle of water I’d left on the counter
from earlier then guzzling it down. The warm palm hitting
my ass cheek causes a screech to choke out of me and water
to spurt everywhere. Warm air hits my earlobe as Finlay
whispers, “No, you definitely do not look like my secretary.”
Did he really slap my butt?
“Hang on. Is that an insult or a compliment?” I call after
him as he chuckles and shuts the front door behind him.
Looking down at my outfit, I scrunch my nose up. I need
some new clothes and I need to kick his ass for slapping
Title: Drawn To You
Author: Ker Dukey
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: June 30th
Antonia McNally has a great family, a great boyfriend, and a great future… until she finds herself interrupting a robbery and becoming the victim of a ruthless criminal. When she witnesses brutal murder, abuse and suffers her own traumatizing assault by his hand, her life changes forever. When love, loyalty, and strength are tested, the weak falter.
Moving away to the States offers her a fresh start; however, confident, successful Finlay Hayes, her best friend’s Brother adds even more chaos to her already turbulent emotions. When she can’t decide between ripping him a new one or ripping his clothes off, one thing is for sure, they both have an unquenchable craving for each other. When life starts looking a little brighter it’s not long before the storm clouds roll in. All is never what it appears and under his good looks and in charge attitude, Finlay has a past of his own and secrets that can destroy the dynamics of the friendships she has built.
Secrets are waiting to be spilled, but at what cost?
I have always had a passion for storytelling, whether it be through lyrics or bed time stories with my sisters. I wanted to be an actress growing up so I could live many roles but I learned early on that my mind was too active… I would want to change the script.I would watch films and think of ways they could have improved the story if they took another direction so i thought it best that i tell my own.
My mum would always have a book in her hand when I was young and passed on her love for reading, inspiring me to venture into writing my own. I tend to have a darker edge to my writing. Not all love stories are made from light, some are created in darkness but are just as powerful and worth telling.
When I’m not lost in the world of characters I love spending time with my family. I’m a mum and that comes first in my life but when I do get down time I love attending music concerts or reading events with my younger sister.
You can find me on Facebook where i love interacting with my readers.
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Series: Lockdown Series Book 1
Release Date: June 29th, 2015
We have been friends for years. Lived together, went to college together and even pledge Greek houses that were related. I never would have thought that I would actually sleep with Grant. Sure, I’ve had a crush on him forever. I have just always assumed that he wouldn’t be into me.
One night, we actually slept together. Somehow, in my mind, I had us in a relationship. Imagine my surprise the next morning when he deposited me into my own bed.
We haven’t spoken in years. I honestly didn’t think I would see him again. But sure enough, they have made Grant my partner and my attraction for him boils.
The only problem: we both have changed too much. We are not the same people that we were all those years ago and the events unfolding scare the hell out of me.
I never thought I would see Chloe again. Never did I expect her to be part of an undercover IA stint at my PD. But sure enough, here she is and looking fine as hell.
I’m determined to have her back in my life.
“Shit, shit, shit!”
What kind of a dumb ass looses their kaegel balls in their pussy? I guess that would be me.
I dig my fingers as far as I can into the channel of my coochie and I still can’t feel them! Damn it. What am I going to do? I can feel my cushy walls close in around my fingers and I tense up.
Fuck. I can’t go to the hospital because of this. All I need is to explain to my mom and dad why I’m at a hospital. That would be like bonding for them.
I hear the front door close and I tense further. Like a kid with their hand stuck in the cookie jar, I try hard to get my situation under control. Great, I can feel them but my fingers aren’t long enough to reach in and grab it.
“Hello?” I call through the bathroom door secretly hoping that my roommate isn’t home.
No such luck.
“Chloe?” Grant, my very hot and sexy roommate, calls through the door.
Is this because I’m a bad person or something? This is fucking horrible. I slam my free hand on the door to keep it from opening and close my eyes. “Promise you won’t laugh?” I whisper through the door.
“Come on, sweet thing. We’ve known each other forever. Hell, I’ve bought you tampons!”
It’s true. I’m twenty-one years old and I still forget the damn things!
“Can you come in here?” I whisper and slightly hope this is a dream.
Grant pushes on the door and his gorgeous face rakes over my body and settles on where my fingers are. “Chlo, what the hell are you doing?” He yells and pushes himself out of the bathroom.
His dark blond hair is shaggy and falls into his even darker eyes. If my parents didn’t love him, they would say he didn’t have a soul. I think he’s fucking hot as hell. Of course, I always dreamed one day I would be naked in front of him. This is just not how I thought it would happen. “No, no, no! I need help! My kaegel balls got stuck and I need help getting them out!” I tenderly take my fingers out of my pussy and run my hand under cold water.
He leans his long and lean body against the door and I can’t help but scan my eyes over him. He’s so gorgeous and I don’t even think he realizes how many girls are obsessed with him. “I won’t tell anyone, I know you don’t like me like that, but, I just need help, please help me?” I beg while grabbing a towel to cover up my nakedness.
“What the hell do you have stuck in your pussy?” He asks and tilts his head up to the sky like he’s asking for help.
I wrap the towel around my body and close my eyes. “They make my pussy tighter by having them in. It’s… common. Many people use it. Please just help me?” I beg shamelessly. “I promise I won’t tell anyone. I just really need help!” I can feel my naturally pale face blush ferociously as embarrassment creeps in.
“What do I have to do?” He whispers and turns toward the door. Why does he keep turning towards the door? Am I that unattractive?
“Just reach in and pull them out.”
I brace myself against the counter but keep my feet on the floor. Grant walks up to me and looks in my eyes. I see the confusing and conflicting thoughts flooding through his head. He has always been the thinker and I’m the doer. “Are you sure?” I nod and he places his fingers on the top of my thigh. “You just want me to reach…up?” Again I nod. “And pull it out?”
My body shivers with excitement and I clench further around the balls. Great, I bet I’m going to come. I’ve had a crush on him since high school but never acted on it. His group of friends have always treated me like one of the boys so I never thought I had a chance. “Just please, hurry.”
The first brush of his fingers had me jumping forward. Grant traces the outside of my lips before sliding his finger in further. He brushes my clit and looks at my face while he did it again. “If you, uh, get wetter… does that help?”
Well, Grant, I don’t think it’s possible for me to get wetter. I shrug and keep my eyes open as he watches my face. “Well, I guess, I should just do it.”
I nod my head carefully and look at him as he watches his finger slowly dive into my moist pussy. I fight a moan and a hip thrust onto his hand. Secretly, I bite my lip so hard I taste blood and look at the top of his head. “Shit, the balls really work. You’re tight!”
I smile and then bite back a moan.
Grant circles his finger inside me and I feel my walls close in on him with the delicious intrusion. Holy hell, that feels good. So good. I’ve wanted him to touch me and he’s now where I want him. In order to stop myself from thrusting onto his finger, I look up at the ceiling and close my eyes.
“Got it,” he calls and I feel the balls that are connected by a string and his fingers slide through me. Once his hand is out, he holds the balls to me. “So that’s what it is.”
I nod my head and squeeze my thighs together for some friction. I worry that my juices are about to run down my thigh. “Is this going to be weird now?” I ask and rinse the balls in the sink.
Grant stands next to me and helps adjust my towel. “No. I mean it’s not every day I finger my roommate.”
My body heats up with that statement and he walks out of the bathroom. Once I hear the door shut, I run out of my bathroom and into my room.
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As a cancer sign- I love the water, so be on the lookout for that! Water has a way of hugging your body and washing everything away. It’s truly breathtaking. I probably go on walks more than I talk to people. Walking is a way of getting down to zero.
I’m addicted to coffee but I’ve been pop free for almost three years! M&M’s are my favorite and I also love trail mix. Yes, I’m the weirdo who eats raisin-nets with my popcorn.
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Title: Love Collides (Fate’s Love Book 3)
Author: L.A. Cotton
Genre: New Adult/Contemporary
Release: June 30th
Staci Jameson is independent to a fault. But after growing up in the shadow of an overprotective family, and being let down by the only person that promised to always be there for her, Staci locked away her heart and vowed only to rely on herself.
Until a tall dark and sexy-as-sin player reawakens something inside of her.
Kade Ford knows what some people will do in the name of love, and it isn’t all hearts and flowers. It’s the reason he isn’t looking to settle down. Ever. Instead, he plays the field and never gets too close.
Until a tiny blonde firecracker barrels her way into his life and leaves him wanting more.
What starts as a one-night stand turned friends-with-benefits arrangement begins to blur into something neither of them saw coming?or wanted. And when secrets from their pasts catch up with them, the very thing that they are both running from might just be the thing that they need the most. Will Staci and Kade turn to each other or will they let their pasts define their future?
Sometimes two people don’t just come together…they collide.
~ Excerpt ~
He looked at me and extended his hand. “We have to dance. Bride’s orders.”
I blew out an exasperated sigh, my hand hovering over his. Electricity literally snapped between us. “Well, if the bride says, then I guess I’ll do as I’m told.”
Kade’s face cracked a smug smile, as if to say ‘oh, you’ll do as you’re told, all right,’ and his hand curled around mine. The electricity ran up my arm, causing me to shudder.
Knock it off. I chastised myself for letting him get to me.
The other groomsmen found their bridesmaids, and we all made our way to the checkered dance floor. Livy looked so pleased with herself; I shot her a discreet scowl. She was the only person who knew about my brief history with Kade Ford, and that was only because she tricked it out of me after one too many tequilas last year.
Kade wrapped me in his strong arms and started swaying us to the music. “You look so damn fuckable in that dress.”
My head snapped up to meet his hooded stare. He looked like he wanted to devour me. Shit, Jameson… PULL IT TOGETHER. I gave Kade my best fake smile and said, “Does that line actually work, Ford? Because I’ve heard better.”
The smug smile he was wearing slowly transformed into a lazy grin only making him sexier—if that was possible. He dipped his head into the crook of my neck and whispered against my skin, “Maybe, but have you ever had better?”
The guy was a walking, talking jerk. I’d known some douches in my time, but Kade Ford was—and always would be—douche canoe number one. The kind of douche that left a mark, but a douche nonetheless.
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Fate’s Love (Fate’s Love Book 1)
Love’s Spark (Fate’s Love Book 2)
~ About the Author ~
Swoon worthy and heart stopping New Adult Romance.
L.A is author of the Fate’s Love Series and Chastity Falls Series. Home is a small town in the middle of England where she currently juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with writing. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find L. A immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life.
You can connect with her at:
Sophie Rawlings has been the party girl for years. Drowning herself in everything but the one man she truly loves. She’s pushed her feelings deep down, knowing he doesn’t return them. The only other man to ever make her feel has suddenly become part of her self-appointed family and she’s not sure where that leaves her. Having been attacked recently, she’s sworn off guys for good.
So what will she do when she suddenly becomes the centre of attention?
What’s worse, is that not all attention is good. Sometimes the wrong attention can be life-altering…sometimes the wrong attention can extinguish the life you lead in the blink of an eye.
About The Author
Maria is a full time working Mum, she has two beautiful daughters, both of whom love books as much as she.
She has loved to write since she was a little girl.
She started her blog – Surrender to Books – in April 2014, and is now one half of the team that run it. Blogging has inspired her to write and publish.
Maria, her husband and children now reside in Wiltshire, England.
Love Reflection is her debut novel and the first in the Entwined Hearts Series.
Entwined Hearts #1
Literary Lust Review by Donna
Well Maria did it again! It got better and better the more i read. I had already fallen in love with the characters from book 1 – so couldn’t wait to get stuck into Soph and Saul’s story and Maria wrote it so well! It had all the feels, I was giggling away at the banter between the characters at times, stressed out from watching the events play out in my head, turning pages ever quicker to see what came next. I was happy, smiley and sometimes swooning at the love shown between not just the main characters but all of them. I love the sense of family created between them all.
I thoroughly enjoyed the twists and turns, just when you think you have it all figured out Maria likes to drop another bomb on us so be warned! haha! The humour injected at the most serious and crucial of times lightened the read perfectly!
I could go on all day here lol I think you get the point now.
I loved it.
Go buy it you wont regret it!
Danes Rules ❤
Book: Dead Men Don’t Kill
Series: Matt Saga
Author: Viveca Benoir
Release Date: 5th July
Genre: Dark Erotic
Cover Designed: Najla Qamber Designs
Hosted By: Francessca’s Romance Reviews
Matt takes his revenge on those who have wronged him in the past. Full of dark twists and turns. Has Matt finally gone over to the dark side, and who will join him on his journey?
Another edge of the seat, jaw dropping five star action novel. A book that will have you panting and breathless until the last dark and twisted page. Hold on to your hat as Viveca Benoir takes you into the darkest, most sinister corners of her mind and makes you hers.
18+ Aged Readers only, due to the graphic content of some chapters.
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About The Author
Born to British Army parents, Viveca grew up in Europe and speaks six European languages fluently, which basically means she can buy food wherever she goes. Married, with two biological children, plus four adopted children. Now, years later, the kids all grown up, she is an international best selling author, writing a variety of genres. Her hobbies, when not writing, include sailing, flying, ski-ing, fencing, dressage, and playing the cello
Series: A Second Chance Novel
Author: Kemmie Michaels
Genre: Adult Romantic Suspense
Cover Designer: Robin Ludwig Designs, Inc
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*Intended for an adult audience*
Shelby Keene has lost touch…with her friends, her job, and even herself. She is swept along by life happening around her, until danger forces her further into a wild current beyond her control.
Even in the most dire of circumstance, a chance at love may redeem past mistakes and protect her from the terrifying threats against her.
Well, there you have it. Shelby’s in a corset. I simply shake my head, wondering what lies on the ladder-rung below this one. I’ve been watching her long before I needed to start surveillance, and I saw her step steadily down one tiny notch at a time since I was assigned her case those few months ago. Watching isn’t stalking if I’m her assigned guardian angel, right? I shake my head at myself again. Since then, she’s gone from sweet and almost virginal to coming to bars like a walking train wreck.
“I want to hear you come,” I command heatedly into her neck. Shelby lets go of the last bit of her self-control, and lets herself moan loudly as her pleasure builds to ultimate release. Her entire body tightens as she climaxes with a loud, near-shout at the heated explosion of every nerve. With no more need for restraint, I ride her heavily until my own climax sounds loudly from deep in my chest. The force is stronger than anything I’ve ever experienced. As we lay near-panting on the bed, I kiss her neck lightly and in total sweetness, because that’s what her body begs for. I’m determined to offer command, but only as her body asks. I cross her wrists over her head and she leaves them there without me having to tell her. Once again I’m astounded by this woman’s intelligence. I offer her every tenderness as I kiss and caress her entire body, refusing to break our moment.
About The Author
Mother of Two Boys…
My husband and I have been married for 17 years and are blessed with two amazing young men. They are 10 and 12 right now, and both are on very different parts of the autism spectrum. I’ve learned so much being their mom and I feel pretty lucky to have become part of a community of loving, understanding people.
If you’d like to meet my oldest son, watch Big Bang Theory and shake hands with Sheldon. Those two are so similar, straight down to the fake laugh when they recognize something is funny.
My youngest cannot be explained. He’s more of an experience, and a joyful one at that.
I’ve always loved to write. I’ve written for newspapers and magazines, also a host of personal projects. Then in December of 2012 I was reading on my first Kindle, gobbling up romances left and right. That’s when I fell in love with Ethan Blackstone, by the way.
I was inspired to sit down and write. Less than one year later I’ve published three books, written another and its sequel novella, and started on two more. Another series popped into my head, as well. Now as of August of 2014, I’m on the verge of publishing book six, with at least five started or specifically planned. Since I’m sure I won’t update this bio for a long time, you’ll have to rely on my Facebook updates to know what’s going on with Kemmie Michaels romances. You can also subscribe to my newsletterfor releases, covers, sales, and other news.
…and I LOVE coffee.
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Second Chance #1
Second Chance #2
Second Chance #2
Book: The Only Choice
Series: The Choices Trilogy #3
Author: Dee Palmer
Genre: Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Angie-O Creations
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Bethany’s devastation is complete. Secrets, lies and impossible choices have torn her world apart but it is not the first time she has had to rebuild her world. So she’ll do it again…she has to.
When Bethany meets Daniel, she is backed into a corner and with the threat of losing even more she comes out fighting. Daniel quickly learns there is nothing quite as intoxicating as a woman with nothing left to lose and nothing quite as irresistible as his Bethany. But there are more games being played than either of them are truly aware and the winning prize is a coveted Happy Ever After.
“Quick quick they are just loading the carts! Paula will serve the plates you follow with the sauce. I’ll keep your bag but I’m going to head home, pretend I wasn’t even here if that’s Ok?” She giggles. “Lucky I work for either Sofia or her family because I would not want to get on their bad side.” She pushes me to the elevator where Paula, I assume, is waiting with a fully loaded cart. Just as the door close Gaby waves and I mouth ‘thank you’.
Paula smiles at me nervously and I wonder how much she knows. I confidently do my buttons on my jacket and shake my shoulders releasing some tension then I smile brightly at Paula. “No need to look so worried, I could do this in my sleep… You won’t even know I’m there.” She gives me a tight smile and I know Gaby hasn’t told her anything. We push the cart to the boardroom door which I quietly open and Paula eases the cart over the threshold and positions it at the back of the room. Daniel has his back to us, he is wearing a dark navy suit and I can smell his cologne. A light infusion of citrus and spice easily over powered by the meal we just brought in if I wasn’t so attuned. I am grateful he has his back to us however, because my heart is racing and my skin is tingling with a mix of fear and a result of being near him. I curse my body for these innate, involuntary and traitorous reactions. Fortunately, I have Sofia’s indignant words and my raging anger swirling inside so I know that this encounter is likely to turn me on as much as a smear test would.
The room is sparsely furnished with a large oval glass topped table dominating the centre of the room. The four men are seated two each side of Daniel and he is at the head. The full height glass wall holds an invisible door that opens on to a seating area outside on a platform that overlooks the Thames and out toward Greenwich Park on a clear day. I know this, because it’s the same view from Daniels office but I take no time or pleasure in the vista today. I remove the plates from the warming cart; take the protective covers revealing an elegant arrangement of the pan fried duck breast with baby glazed carrots, trimmed French beans and fondant potatoes. I hand the plates to Paula as she sets about serving the table; one of the men addresses Daniel.
“Thought we’d lost you for while Stone heard you’d picked up some skirt.” He laughs gruffly and I can feel my shoulders stiffen. “Glad it wasn’t serious, still she must have been a whore in the bedroom to keep you interested for so long?” He slaps the man sitting next to him as they all fall into low dirty laughter. “You’ll have to get me her details now you’re done. I’m intrigued or was there more to it, did you actually love her?” He snorts and wrinkles his nose like he’s just smelt something disgusting when the only thing disgusting is him.
Daniels voice is low, softly spoken so the room goes quiet and I find I’m holding my breath. “There was something more.” He hesitates and I feel a flutter of anticipation just before the rot of reality. “A little R & D project that’s now mine… and ask Colin for her details I no longer keep them.” I grip the cart as I feel my knees buckle, I grit my teeth and swallow back the water pooling in my mouth. With clarity and serenity I hadn’t expected after his most hurtful words I calmly walk over to his side holding the jug of hot redcurrant jus, without looking up he sits back to allow me better access to his plate and his lap. For maximum effect I quickly tip the jug completely into his lap and then let the jug go. From this height and the weight of the large ceramic container landing directly on his groin, he is hit hard. His hands grab at his prize possession, covered in hot red liquid it looks like his taken a direct hit form a shotgun not a tasty berry reduction.
“Fuck!… What the Fuck!” He pushes back and stands sending his chair flying but freezes when he lifts his head to meet my eyes. I walk over to him, standing as tall as I can, still dwarfed by his immense frame but no longer intimidated. I point my finger softly on his chest and watch him recoil as if I too have burned him.
“You, Mr Stone are a liar, a thief, a son of a bitch,” I laugh bitterly, “but you knew that last one already. You are an arsehole and a coward.” The room is silent and I turn and walk away, just before I close the door I turn my head. “I thought you were a gentleman; shame on you.” I am only slightly sorry that I am leaving Paula to clean up my mess and although my legs feel like jelly I make my way to the elevator. The doors open, I pass Jason whose head snaps in a double take and just as the doors close I see Daniel furious, looking like he’s been in a blood bath, shouting.
“Jason! Stop her! Fuck don’t let her leave!” His voice disappears behind the closed doors and my last image is of Jason’s arm pushing for the ever closing gap with a look of pure confusion.
Fuck! I slap my hands on the rail in the lift holding with a white knuckle grip and adrenaline pumping so hard in my veins that my whole body shakes. I draw in fast deep breaths that just make me light headed and the speedy descent of the lift makes my knees give way as it reaches the ground floor. The doors open and I am greeted by a very stern looking Eddie, who doesn’t return my attempted smile.
“You left the building. I saw you leave. Do you mind telling me how you managed to get back in?” He folds his arms waiting for an explanation but I am not inclined to hang around, having boldly gone, I now want to timidly leave.
“You know Eddie I would love to but I might have outstayed my welcome. You can escort me off this time just to be safe.” I wink at him and I see his shoulders relax and a twinge in the corner of his mouth as he tries to suppress some warmer emotion than the one he is currently presenting. I try to step out and to his side but he holds up his hand.
“Oh I’m sorry Miss Thorne but since you trespassed and assaulted the CEO leaving is no longer an option.” He informs me without a hint of humour.
My mouth drops in shock. “What? You have to be kidding?” I laugh coldly. “Has he called the police? Am I going to be arrested?” I put my hands on my hips, he might be technically right but I’m not going to be intimidated or back down. He rests his hand on my shoulder and gives me a gentle squeeze.
“I don’t think that’s his intention but he was I little cross when he called down. I think it is best if I take you back up there so you can get this mess sorted, without the need for the police and,” he fumbles and hesitates. “I’m sorry to have to do this but Mr Stone insisted.” He frowns and his cheeks tinge pink under his dark tan as he reaches into his back pocket. He lifts a pair of industrial looking silver hand cuffs. I had seen them on his belt before but assumed they were for show.
“I just bet he did. Oh you’ve got to be kidding me? Seriously?” I almost laugh but he turns me round and as gently as possible clips the cuffs to my wrists. Stepping into the lift he presses the top floor button. We are quiet for a moment. “You really think this is necessary?” I jangle the cuffs to make my point.
“I am just doing what I’m told Bethany and I can’t have to slipping through my fingers again. I need this job, so yes, I think it’s necessary. I think it’s safest.” He nods to himself, happy I think with his justification. The lift smoothly pulls to a stop, which in mere seconds has reached the twenty ninth floor and he motions for me to step out. I turn to face him.
“Safest for whom?” I whisper to the closing doors.
“Shit Bethany what did you do?” Colin’s hushed voice makes me turn again. He is walking briskly from his desk along the corridor. He peeps around my body and his eyes are wide at the sight of the cuffs. “Shit!” He whispers again and takes my elbow and leads me along toward Daniels office. It is then I notice that the other offices are empty and there are no other people on this floor. In fact it is eerily quiet.
“Extended lunch hour?” I quip with a casualness I’m not feeling.
“Ha, you’re funny! No he’s closed this floor and I’m to escort you to his office and then leave for the day.” His voice is conspiratorially quiet.
I swallow loudly. I don’t have my phone and I don’t know anyone’s number by heart anymore, who does? Everything is stored on my phone. Shit. I let out a puff because there is fuck all I can do about it now. “Right, well if you are the last person to see me alive, tell my best friend that’s the last time I take her advice.” I nudge him lightly but with my arms secured behind my back I am a little off balance and stumble. Too late to catch me Colin watches as I skid along the carpet and pick up a fierce carpet burn on my right knee, the sting is sharp and makes me squeal. “Owww Oh that stings like a bitch!” Colin helps me up with kind words and I clamp my jaw tight as the pain fires brightly from its origin. Colin pauses for a moment of sympathy while I compose myself but only for a moment, he then opens Daniels door and tilts his head for me to enter. He is not coming in and he is going to leave me, alone.
“Take care Bethany and I’d be very surprised if I’m the last person to see you alive.” He smiles and winks.
My light laugh is more nervous now. “Ohhh well that’s a comfort, you being very surprised. I guess I’ve got nothing to worry about then?”
“I didn’t say that now did I?” He winks again and closes the door.
About The Author
Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won’t. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with ‘sing like no-one’s listening’ and I know my family actually wish they weren’t listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn’t stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfil a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience, I have written all of the books in The Choices Trilogy and the last one is currently in the last stages of editing.The entire process has undoubtedly been made possible by my incredibly supportive family. I know this is very much an acknowledgment but I know I wouldn’t be writing even this single paragraph if it wasn’t for them so this is about who I am, I am because they let me be.
Other Books In the Series
Never A Choice
Always A Choice
Author: Elaine May
Genre: Romance Suspense
Cover Designer: Mallory Dauphine
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“This is all your fault.”
“You worthless piece of shit.”
“I hate you.”
“He left us because of you.
“We live like this because of you. YOU GRACE.”
“You won’t amount to anything, you’re useless.”
“I wish I never had you, I hate you your worthless.”
Those were the words that were told to me so many times as a child that i can onlt think of them as true. I lived by my own rules to protect my heart from more heart brake but that was until he came into my world.
Until Samuel Harding.
The man and lady of the house my Mummy works in, are screaming at each other and it’s really scary. I can’t remember their names, I’m sure it starts with a big H, but normally they are really nice to me and Mummy, but today is different and I don’t know why.
Mummy and I are downstairs and we can hear every word that is being said between the two of them.
I look over at Mummy and her cold blue eyes that once told me she loved me, now tell me something completely different. They tell me everything she won’t say to me, even though I don’t want it to be true.
“This is all your fault.” I jump at the scary sound above me that sounds like something special is breaking.
“You can tell your British slut to get out of my house.”
“She has nowhere else to go, darling.”
“Don’t you dare darling me, you bastard.” I can hear something else break above and the man says a naughty word. I look over at Mummy and attempt to move towards her for a cuddle, but she walks away from me just as I hear the lady continue shouting.
“You know what? I don’t care about the business over here. You can tell Edward we are moving back to America. I don’t care about that slut and her little bastard.”
All of a sudden the picture changes before me and my adult self is flying through the town I grew up in and I can see my whole childhood before me. All the nasty words my mother or stepfather ever said to me. The slaps to the face my mother loved to give me when she felt I’d done something wrong.
“This is all your fault.”
“You worthless piece of shit.”
“I hate you, we hate you. Even your father couldn’t stand to be near you.”
“He left us, because of you.”
“We live like this, because of you. YOU, GRACE.”
“You won’t amount to anything, you’re useless.”
“I wish I never had you, I hate you and you’re worthless.”
I can feel all the hatred centered in on that little girl and I can feel all the tears she doesn’t show as she grows into the teenager who hates and loathes herself so much. I can see my teenage self standing by the edge of the River Tone just before its cold waters engulf me, drowning me and pulling me down to its depths with my own self-hatred and sorrow. I try to reach the water’s surface, but the cold water is keeping me down, engulfing me with the old memories that still haunt me.
“You won’t amount to anything.”
About The Author
Elaine May is my Author name. I live in the West Country of England with my two beautiful daughters and yummy hubby. I love reading dark and twisted tales that mess with your head. I love to travel and spending time with my family. My dream is for people to like what i’ve written and hopefully get to go to a book signing event as an author.
Other Books By This Author
Lies & Truth (Truth Series #1)
Pain & Truth (Truth Series #2)