New Release ~ Playing Games ~ Donna Alam

Book: Playing Games
Author: Donna Alam
Genre: Suspense/Erotic Romance
Cover Designer: Monica Holloway
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Synopsis

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Everyone has secrets. What would it take to make you whisper yours?

Louise had no interest in relationships until one night turned her whole world around.

Hold me down. Kiss me hard. Fuck me harder.

A stranger in a strange city, she wasn’t looking to lose control. Until she did.

Intensely. Irrevocably. Dangerously.

She handed herself over to him.

One night. His rules. No names.

But he had other plans.

She’s an enigma. Unfinished business. Potential. She’s what he wants. Again and again.

And though the last thing he wanted to do was hurt her, it was on his agenda somewhere. Because relationships are messy and painful.

It’s not all about Playing Games.

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“The point of no return.” In contrast to the discomfort of the door handle digging into her back, he smiled sweetly. All Louise could think was she wanted to run her fingers against his mouth. Slide her tongue between his lips. Then he gestured behind to the cab. ‘Before he leaves, you need to decide. I want to fuck you until you can’t stand, but I’m very particular. You need to be okay with giving me what I want.’

‘Are you going to hurt me?’ Her question sounded like an encouragement, but she didn’t consider the implications before his lips slid against hers. Lips against lips, tongue against tongue. Hot, wet, heavy, and promising things to come.

Groaning, he pulled away, signalling silently for the cab to leave.

‘My way,’ he rasped, fingers tight against her chin. ‘Means you wait for an invitation.’

He kissed her hard then, one hand held in his. Sliding the key into the lock, he led her inside, mouth tingling, back aching, meekly dishevelled, but so fucking aroused.

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Donna Alam writes about exotic locations and the men you aren’t married to, but wish you were. Escapism reads with heart and humour and, of course, plenty of steam.

Hailing from the North of England, she’s a nomad at heart moving houses and continents more times than she cares to recall. She once worked at a school like the one described in her Pretty Trilogy. Alas, there were no handsome male protagonists hanging around there.

Eclectic reader and part-time perv, she’s a huge fan of smart men, as well as protagonists with a fair measure of inappropriateness.

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Excerpt ~ Dear Professor ~ Blaire Drake

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Dear Professor,
Does it bother you that you’re ten years older than me?

Have you ever thought it’s wrong that you watched me fuck

another guy on camera for months?

What do you want from me, really? All I wanted was my letter

of recommendation, but now I’m stuck, aren’t I? Stuck under your thumb… And

your body.

From cam girl to personal whore, and all by the age of

twenty-one. You’ve got me good, haven’t you?

But guess what? I can play too. Grab the polish, because

I’ve found your skeleton, and it’s time to dust.

I’ll see you in class.
Oh and, Sir? I’m not wearing any panties.
Love, Darcy
P.s. you’re an asshole.

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His electric blue eyes focused on me, and in the bright hue of his gaze, the rest of his office seemed to melt away. I had no idea how he kept doing that to me—it was almost as if he were casting a spell over me, hypnotizing me with nothing more than a glance.

My heart thumped loudly in my chest at the lust I saw burning back at me. That hard-edged, animalistic lust that secretly drove me wild. I’d never tell him that. I was certain of it. I’d never give him that much power over me.

He already had enough.

“What’s wrong, sir?” I asked as I coyly twirled a piece of my hair around my finger.

“You’re starting to piss me off, Darcy,” he shot at me. The rough edge to his voice rumbled through the air between us until it hit me full-force. His words crawled over my skin, and each one carried the whispered promise. Or maybe it was a threat; I couldn’t tell.

“How can I piss you off? I haven’t done anything.” It was a petulant response, I knew that, but I didn’t care.

He pushed up out of his chair and stalked around his desk. I inhaled sharply, but he swept right past me and toward his door. Just when I thought he might pull it open and send me on my way, he turned the lock.

The click echoed through the air, and it did nothing for the butterflies that were rapidly fluttering in my stomach.

I hated him. It was getting clearer and clearer to me every day. I despised Professor Jordan Keaton, but I also craved him as badly as I needed my next breath.

He didn’t look at me as he shrugged off his jacket and hung it up on the hook on the door. He still didn’t look at me as he unbuttoned the sleeves of his crisp, white shirt and rolled them up to above his elbows. His upper arms seemed to strain against the fabric, his toned biceps becoming delightfully visible.

“Now, let’s try this again,” he said, his voice deathly low. It scared me and thrilled me all at the same time. “Have a little think, Darcy. Imagine why I might possibly be pissed off with you.”

I dropped the lock of hair I was twirling and looked at his pants. The bulge gave his attraction to me away. “I’m standing in front of you as opposed to being on my knees with your cock in my mouth?”

He jerked his head around, piercing me with those eyes. “Keep running your mouth, sweet thing. I dare you.”

“Or what? Really, what are you going to do to me in your office, Professor? Give me lines? Make me write an essay on why young ladies should be seen and not heard?”

His jaw ticked, his lips tightening, and he moved toward me so quickly I took a step backward. It was useless, though, like I knew it would be. The grip he had on my wrist was so certain, the tug toward him so strong, that I couldn’t fight him.

My body slammed into his, and no sooner had the air rushed from my body than he pulled the skirt of my dress up. Cold air flitted across my bare backside, but it was replaced almost instantly with one sharp smack.

My pussy clenched, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop myself whimpering. In pain or pleasure—I had no clue.

“That,” he growled into my ear. “That is what I’ll do if you keep sassing me, Miss Hamilton.

I wondered if he knew how strongly I was considering continuing to sass him just for that purpose. I would do that later—I needed to know what had got him so riled. “Understood,” I said in a softer tone. “What did I do?”

He let go of my dress and slid his hand up my back. His breath was hot against my skin as he sunk his fingers into my hair and turned me around so my back was to him. “Last night,” he replied, his lips close to my ear. “Your little show.”

“That’s my job.”

He tugged on my hair. “Did you ask me?”

“You’re not my boss, Jordan. Neither are you my fucking keeper.”

His grip grew tighter, so much so that my head tilted back. “Darcy. Did. You. Fucking. Ask. Me?”

“No,” I ground out, my jaw clamped tightly.

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out? Did you really fucking think I wouldn’t know that you were spending your night in front of your camera, with your finger rubbing that little clit of yours?” Roughly, he pushed his hand beneath my dress and teased his fingertips along the line of my panties. “Did you think you’d be able to walk into my classroom today and I wouldn’t know that at least one or two of those students hadn’t watched you as you fucked your own fingers?”

“No,” I breathed out, my lips parting as his hand dipped beneath my panties. The tip of one of his fingers ghosted across my clit, and it sent a bolt of pleasure through me.

“I didn’t hear you,” he rasped in my ear, flicking his finger across my clit.

“No,” I repeat, this time more forcefully. “I knew you would. And I didn’t give a shit.” I gasped as he pushed down hard on the sensitive spot.

“We made a deal,” he reminded me, his tone tight with anger… And thick with desire.

“And you won’t let me forget it.”

“Damn straight I won’t.” He pulled his hand from between my legs but kept me in place with his grip on my hair. “Now are you going to renege on it again or are you going to behave yourself?”

“From the man who just had his fingers on a student’s clit?”

“You’re pushing me, Darcy.”

I reached behind me, between us, and cupped his long, hard cock with my hand. The zipper of his pants pushed into my palm, and I traced my thumb down the side of his erection. “I’m not the only thing pushing, am I?”

“Fuck.” He hissed the word out, and the next thing I knew, my dress was being lifted up, and he let go of my hair.

My hands slammed against his desk as he bent me forward and moved my panties to the side. He’d barely touched me, but I could feel my pussy throbbing in anticipation of what was to come.

I knew this would be a cold, hard fuck, designed to remind me who I belonged to. Who, for all intents and purposes, owned my body.

It would be a reminder and a punishment, all because I dared to take control of myself for one night and defy him.

Jordan’s movements were as smooth as always, and he spread one of my ass cheeks with a strong hand. His fingertips dug in almost painfully, but I didn’t care, because I sighed in relief as he pushed his hard, thick cock inside me.

“Now, this is how this is gonna work,” he rasped into my ear as he grasped my hair and tugged. “Since you’ve forgotten, Darcy, you need a reminder, don’t you?”

I didn’t dare answer. The question was rhetorical. Besides, I was already practically panting from his swift invasion of my body.

“Now, I’m gonna fuck you.”

I swallowed and glanced at the shadows of people walking past his office door, a tiny lock and frosted glass providing us limited privacy. I’d known it was coming, sure, but now we were here, silent, and I could hear the people outside…

I couldn’t deny the excitement that swept through my body at the thought we could be interrupted any second. That someone could walk right up to this door and probably see the vague silhouette of him fucking me from behind.

I felt dirty, but I liked it.

“And you got it, Darcy.” He pulled out and slammed right back into me, making me bite down on my lower lip. “I’m gonna fuck you, and you’re not gonna make a sound. Understand?”

I didn’t answer for fear that I’d whimper instead of respond yes. I just nodded and sucked my lower lip into my mouth.

“Good girl.” The words were but a whisper, but they were two I was becoming rapidly acquainted with.

And worse? I liked it when he said it.

He was reminding me of more than he knew… Like what it meant to fuck because lust was just too strong.

He pulled out of me slowly. With the head of his cock resting at the opening to my pussy, he gripped my ass tightly. “Who do you belong to, Darcy?”

I didn’t answer.

The sting didn’t surprise me when it came.

“Answer the question.”

“You,” I whispered.

He gently caressed the spot he just slapped. “And who owns your body, Darcy?” I arched my back as his cock entered me fully. “Who does this tight, wet pussy belong to? Who decides who and what gets to be inside it?”

It… Like it’s a tool… Just a toy for his amusement. Just like I am.

“You.” There was no other option.

“That’s right. You and your wet pussy are mine. I own you, sweet thing. Every single fucking inch of your gorgeous body is mine.”

His words… The possessiveness sent thrills through me as he moved inside me. I couldn’t deny it. I couldn’t deny how fucking turned on they made me, and I hated myself for it. I hated how he commanded my body, and I hated that I let him.

“Now.” He stilled, his hand still resting on my ass, and slowly let go of my hair. The raven curls tumbled over my shoulder and onto the desk, and I felt the loss of him before it happened.

He eased out of me, and ever the gentleman, slipped my panties back over me. Great. Now I’d be walking around all day wanting to screw anyone reasonably good looking.

I pushed myself to standing as soon as I heard him take a step to the side. I looked at him just in time to see him zipping his pants back up and tucking his shirt in. His tie hung a little lopsided, and I raised my eyes from his neck.

Our gazes collided with heart-thumping ferocity. The slow, sexy curve of his lips to one side did nothing to calm the quick two-step beat my heart had just taken up, but I didn’t dare to look away. Even if I did, I don’t think I could have. His eyes were the net, and I was nothing but a tiny fish, tangled up in him.

“Seven o’clock tonight. I’ll be waiting.”

“What for?” I questioned as he walked toward the door without moving his eyes from mine.

He unlocked the door, and the smirk he shot me was dirty. I sighed and grabbed my purse from the chair, then walked toward him. I reached for the handle at the same time he grabbed my chin.

His mouth touched mine, searing onto my lips with its fierceness.

Another reminder.

He pulled away as briskly as he kissed me, but that still didn’t stop me from touching my thumb to my lower lip.

“Remember,” he murmured, opening the door. “Seven. Don’t be late.”

About Blaire Drake

Blaire Drake is a pseudonym for a New York Times bestselling

author who wanted to let her kinky side out after dark.

Her debut novel, DEAR PROFESSOR, is releasing this December,

and promises to be fabulously fun and filthy.

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New Release ~ Love Renewed ~ Maria Macdonald

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Book: Love Renewed
Series: Entwined Hearts #3
Author: Maria Macdonald
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Dane has only ever loved one woman in his whole life. Nova. When he lost her everything went dark, his mind, his soul, and his life. She was his light, his heart. A decade later fate plays a cruel joke bringing them back together, only to tear them apart again, when he realises she has no idea who he is. Now he has to battle, wage war, and bring grown men to their knees to get her back. The biggest fight he faces is turning away from the darkness and letting the light in.

All Libby Burchall remembers is a mediocre life, she’s just existed for over a decade. Scared of her history and confused about who she is, the safe path is the only one she’s travelled. When a face that she can’t remember breezes in from the past, calling her Nova and looking at her like she’s a ghost, it sets off a chain reaction of emotions that she can’t ever remember feeling before. Now she can’t stop seeing his eyes, hearing his voice, and being consumed by the dark, intense and insanely beautiful man that made her feel alive.

Two shattered halves of one soul. He wants her light to illuminate the never-ending darkness. She wants to run, but something keeps dragging her back.

Can they survive each other?

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Love Renewed by Maria Macdonald was a beautiful end to this series of books. ~ Book Boyfriend Heaven

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This read I have to say is by far the best from Maria.
She out did herself with Danes book !! ~ Amo’s Book Corner

Holy deep, dark and dangerous read! Love Renewed will break your heart, crush your soul, and obliterate your mind! This is book 3 in the series and is the best one by far! ~ Bookalicious Babes Blog

I have loved every bit of the adventures they have taken me on.
Thank you to a wonderful Author it was an honour to read for you ~ Goodreads Review

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“Oh God, yes!”
I look down at the woman between my thighs and grimace. I just wanted a fuck. A release. Not her voice splitting my skull. She thinks it’s sexy. It’s not. While I bang into her over and over again I should be building up to the few seconds of pure bliss I need right now. Not thinking about how I should have gagged her.
Leaning forward over her, I slip my hand around her throat, watching as her slender neck disappears under my palm, positioning my thumb and forefinger on each side of her jaw, holding her in place. She automatically tilts her head back slightly and opens her mouth, but this time without sound. This is turning her on, which works for me because I wasn’t about to stop. I can feel her pulse through my hand and so squeeze my fingers, tightening on each thrust in. Her eyes widen and flick to the corner of my mouth then back to my eyes. I know what she sees. It’s what they all see…the only thing I allow.
Emptiness, darkness and cruelty.
They need to know. It’s who I am.
It’s who I’ll always be.
I finish up. Pulling myself out of her and out of the bed, her eyes snap open and she stares at me.
“What are you doing?” she whines.
I look over at her while pulling my jeans on. “Going home.”
“Well, you could stay?” she asks, with a smile. “We could do that again.” Her smile turns into a smirk
“No thanks,” I reply. Mentally going over the list of things I had on me and making sure I’ve got them all before leaving.
You never come back.
Never.
Rule One—If you leave your phone, wallet, house keys, etcetera, you get new ones. New phone, new wallet—Fuck! You get a new house if you have to. But you never come back. Period.
She frowns at me, I can see her brain working. “Okay, do you want to meet up later this week?” She’s grasping at straws and is sounding desperate.
“Not gonna happen. This was tonight. Just tonight. I told you when we were at the bar. This was a one-time deal. I fuck you. I leave.” My mouth twitches. “I’ve fucked you. Now I’m leaving.”
She scowls as my eyes land on my jacket.
“You complete wanker!” she shouts.
“Not sure what you expected?” I reply grabbing my jacket and heading to the bedroom door.
“Well thanks for fucking me!” she clips angrily as I walk away.
I salute her. “Pleasure babe.” Then walk out of her bedroom and her life, and I go back to feeling the cold. In more ways than one.

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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.

Maria, her husband and children now reside in Wiltshire, England.

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Cover Reveal ~ Fallen Angel Part 4 ~ Tracie Podger

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Date: 4th November 2015

Title: Fallen Angel, Part 4 – A Mafia Romance

Author: Tracie Podger

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Blurb:

It was in a small room in a hotel in Washington, DC, that Brooke Stone’s life changed forever—again.

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Life had been peaceful, as peaceful as being a member of one of the most powerful crime families in America could be.

But life has a habit of throwing a curve ball, a curve ball so fast and so wide it knocks everyone from their feet.

From the streets of DC to the hills of Tuscany. From death to the utmost joy.

Join Brooke for the final chapter in the Fallen Angel series and witness the birth of a new crime dynasty.

This is a story of discovery, of finding a past, of heartache, and the greatest of love.

‘I’ve seen death and I’ve faced my worst fears – I survived.’

 

A Mafia Romance

Contemporary romance for readers over the age of 18 years.

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Blog Tour ~ Burn For You ~ Stephanie Reid

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 Vic Russo is just one of the guys. Except she’s not a guy. A paramedic, affectionately known as Vic within her firehouse, Victoria is a permanent fixture in the friend zone. But when her childhood crush, firefighter Graham McAndrew, becomes single once again, she decides enough is enough. It’s time for Graham to see her as the woman she’s become. There’s only one problem. A photo of her in the arms of another man has captured the nation’s attention.

Jason Meadows is not thrilled to have his police work interrupted by a small media craze. In fact, he’d be content never to see Victoria or that photo-gone-viral again. But a series of fires in town, paired with a growing attraction to the quirky paramedic, make staying away impossible.

Determined to ferret out a potential killer, Jason enlists Victoria’s help as his eyes and ears inside the firehouse. And while threats rise from within, Victoria is forced to choose between the love of her past and the man who’s ignited her fire within.

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Stephanie Reid writes contemporary romances with heart, humor, and a happily ever after. She holds a master’s degree in Human Development Counseling and enjoys using counseling theories on her fictional characters (and from time to time her husband).

She draws inspiration for her stories from life experience, and when writing, she frequently asks her police officer husband for his input on all things law enforcement. They’ve agreed not to discuss the bits of advice she doesn’t take when it doesn’t serve her plots well, and this makes for a very harmonious marriage.

Born and raised in the Chicago suburbs, Stephanie now resides with her husband and three children in central Illinois.

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“I need to know this is going somewhere,” she said, her eyes searching his face. “I’m not talking marriage. Or even I-love-yous. I just need to know that this is something…” Her voice dropped to a ragged whisper. “I need to know that I’m…something to you.”

Grabbing her hand, he pulled her none too gently into the women’s bathroom. This place was full of men, not too damn likely any of them would come in here. Besides, Pete was probably shooing the last of the stragglers out right now, having long since turned off the taps.

He positioned her in front of the mirror, so she was facing it, and he stood behind her, his chest pressed against her back. “What do you see?”

She caught his gaze in the reflection. “I see me. And you.”

Pressing his lips to her neck, he nuzzled her there until she sighed and dropped her head back on his shoulder. “Good. Now watch.”

He ran his left hand up her torso beneath her soft cotton t-shirt. He stopped for a moment to enjoy the firm roundness of her breasts then continued his way up and pulled the t-shirt over her head.

Catching her reflection in the mirror, he stopped breathing for the space of several heartbeats. She was so damned beautiful, her flat toned stomach, her small but firm tits encased in black lace, color high on her cheeks, lips ready for his kiss.

Not looking at their reflection, her gaze was locked on him, on his lips. “Don’t look at me,” he said, his voice hoarse as he skimmed his hand down her stomach and toyed with the fastening of her jeans. “Watch us.”

Using his bandaged hand, he took her by the chin and gently turned her face toward the mirror. “You want to know how I feel about you?” he whispered in her ear. “I burn for you. Every second I’m not with you, I’m thinking about how I can arrange to see you again. And when I’m finally with you? I’m thinking about how I can get closer to you.”

He slipped his hand into her panties and groaned when he found her hot and wet for him. “Dammit, Victoria. You want to know if you’re something to me? You’re the cool water—the only thing that eases this fire inside. You’re the most important something in my world.”

Kissing the soft spot of skin just under her ear, he drew circles over her center and reveled in the sound of her whimper.

“But those words mean nothing,” he said, returning his lips to her ear. “People say things all the time. They tell lies. They change their minds. If you want to know the truth, it’s in my actions. It’s in that mirror. If you want to know how I feel about you, Victoria, then you need to watch.”

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New Release ~ Burn Out ~ Brooklyn Taylor

 

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Easton Hunter has a one track mind. Drag racing. He doesn’t require anything but the rush of adrenaline while on the race track. His nights are full of women and his days are full of racing. Life is going just as he has planned until a tragedy strikes his family. He is left to pick up the pieces abruptly turning his life as he knows it upside down.

Harper Dunn is finally hitting the big time. Everything that she has ever worked for is falling right into place. She is determined to take the world by surprise. Nothing gives her more satisfaction than proving someone wrong that doubted her, especially of the opposite sex. She has never been in love and isn’t planning on it anytime soon. That is until she meets three year old Samantha Hunter.

As competition gets steep not only on the race track but also in their hearts, they have to decide to take the leap of faith or walk away from the best thing either has ever encountered.

Can Easton and Harper resist temptation when it is standing right in front of them?

Especially when they are car to car on the race track?

Can you handle the speed at 300 MPH?

 

 

She’s had to leave the baby with me a few times and it was a total disaster each and every time. I had to be rescued by Mal or dad all times due to a nonstop cry. Yeah, she doesn’t like me.

I would feed her, burp her, change her, and she would still cry nonstop as if I was a monster and she hated me. It would be the first female who didn’t like me. In all seriousness though, it kinda pissed me off. I had never been unable to master anything I had put my mind to. Damn it this was gonna be no different.

I continued walking her back and forth and then out the front of the motor coach trying everything and anything to get her settled. Dad and Mal had gone out for dinner to give Mallory a break so I knew there would be no one to rescue me.

I sat under the makeshift porch and swayed her back and forth just like Mal would do.

Samantha followed me with her eyes looking into mine studying me. I was already in awe of her but that was the very moment that I fell in love with her.

“You know what I think I am going to call you from now on?”

I paused waiting for an answer. No, dumbass, she isn’t going to answer you.

“Blue. I am going to call you Blue.” I smirked.

“Do you want to know why I am going to call you that?”

I waited again continuing to sway her just slightly while lightly patting her bottom and hearing the sound of the cushioned diaper as my hand met it.

“I’ll tell you… you have always screamed bloody murder every time I have held you since the very first time in the hospital 6 months ago. You would turn blue… the blue of the annoying dog on Blue’s Clues that you love so much. So… that is your name to me for now on.”

I slowly sat down in the chair that had been calling my name and held her as she slept in my arms peacefully. So this is what it felt like.

She changed something in me that very moment, as I watched her feeling safe in my arms. I had seen Mallory transform into a mother that the both of us never had in only a short six months. Here this little life was making me feel something I had never felt for another by not speaking a word. She was special.


 

 

I currently reside outside of Austin, Texas. I’m a mother of 2 amazing kiddos and married to my gorgeous soulmate for almost 20 years. I have a full time job in the medical field but would rather be spending my time writing! I love to spend my free time reading, being outside and playing with my family and 4 fur babies. I started to write at the instinct of “hey maybe I can do that!” and haven’t stopped since. I have enjoyed every step of the journey. I am blessed to have very supportive friends and family that make my life worth living!

 

New Released ~ Leveled ~ Jay Crownover

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We are so excited to bring you the Release Day Launch for LEVELED by Jay Crownover! LEVELED is a Contemporary Romance novella in The Saints of Denver Series being published by HarperCollins. This amazing novella releases TODAY, so be sure to grab your copy now!

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He reached out and shut the medical file in front of him and leaned back in his chair. His eyebrows arched up, and he laced his fingers together and put his index fingers under his chin.

“What exactly are you after, Mr. Voss?” His voice was smooth and modulated. I was a disaster, a bundle of nerves and anxiety, and this dude was acting like we were talking about the weather, not my entire life and everything I had ever worked my ass off for.

Defiantly I spread my legs apart and slumped back in the chair across from him, making it a point to affect a posture that was as casual as his was professional. I had on a faded DPD T-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in the knee, and both were a little baggy since I’d lost some of my bulk being laid up in the hospital after the accident. If the guy across from me was a cherry-red Ferrari, then I was a rusted-out and battered John Deere tractor in comparison.

“I want my life back, Mr. Frederick. I want to be able to move the way I used to. I want to pass the department physical so I can go back on patrol. I want to be able to walk without needing a crutch or a cane. I want to be the way I was before I got hurt.” I was asking for the impossible and I knew it. “And please call me Dom.”

He dipped his chin down a little, and the edge of his mouth tilted up in a slight grin. Damn the man was good-looking. I blew out a breath and lifted up my hands to run them over the top of my shorn hair. I was hanging on to my sanity by a thread and my unexpected reaction to the guy that I was hanging every hope I had left on wasn’t helping matters.

“All right, Dom. You can call me Lando. That’s what my friends call me.”

I felt one of my eyebrows shoot up. “Are we going to be friends?”

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We all need a hero…let the Saints of Denver begin.

Orlando Frederick knows what it is to be leveled by pain. Instead of focusing on his own, he’s made it his mission to help others: sports stars, wounded war vets, survivors of all kinds. But when Dom, a rugged, damaged, sinfully attractive cop makes his way into Lando’s physical therapy practice, he might be the biggest challenge yet. Lando loved one stubborn man before and barely survived the fallout. He’s not sure if he can do it again.

Dominic Voss is a protector. The police badge he wears is not only his job, it’s his identity, so when he’s sidelined because of an injury, the only thing he cares about is getting back on the force. He expects Lando to mend his body, he just doesn’t realize the trainer will also have him working towards a hell of a lot more. As attraction simmers and flares, Dom sees that Lando needs repair of his own…if only the man will let him close enough to mend what’s broken.

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Jay CrownoverAbout Jay Crownover:

Jay Crownover is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Marked Men and The Point series. Like her characters, she is a big fan of tattoos. She loves music and wishes she could be a rock star, but since she has no aptitude for singing or instrument playing, she’ll settle for writing stories with interesting characters that make the reader feel something. She lives in Colorado with her three dogs.

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