Blog Tour ~ Find Me ~ Laurelin Page

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FIND ME is the HIGHLY ANTICIPATED sequel to FREE ME and the Conclusion of Gwen and JC’s Story

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Blurb

Gwen Anders came to The Sky Launch to begin fresh, away from the horrors of her past. She fit in quickly, becoming good friends with her co-manager, Alayna Withers and the owner of the club, Hudson Pierce. Though the circumstances that brought her here were not the best, she’s never felt more at home.

But starting a new life means letting go. And there are some things she doesn’t want to leave behind – like JC, the man who taught her how to let loose. The man she wasn’t supposed to fall in love with. The man she doesn’t want to lose.

Now, with the reason she ran still a threat, Gwen fears she’ll never be able to move on completely. And if she does, can she still hold out hope that JC loves her enough to come and find her?

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Excerpt

I grabbed my cell and checked the time. It was six-twenty-nine. I threw it in my purse and turned back to the mirror to give myself a pep talk. “We will not have sex. We will not have sex. We will not have sex.”

Jesus, I was so horny already, and I hadn’t even seen him yet. I’d thought about taking care of myself before JC got there but wasn’t sure if that would make things better or worse. By the time I’d decided it would make it better, Ben was there, and now JC was ringing my buzzer.

“You look incredible,” he said when I opened the door.

I blushed as I gave him a onceover. He was dressed in khakis with a fitted shirt and a lightweight jacket. Lots of buttons, I thought. Which was a good thing, considering how damn good he looked. Had he always been that buff? “You do, too.” My thighs felt hot. Good thing I’d changed out of my pants.

I really should have pulled out my vibrator earlier.

“You brought flowers?” I’d been so taken by him I hadn’t noticed the small bouquet in his hands. Three red roses dressed with some smaller white bell-shaped flowers I couldn’t identify were wrapped in a red ribbon. I hadn’t expected it. “I didn’t know you were the kind of guy who brought girls roses.”

He shrugged with one shoulder. “I’m trying to impress you. I have a feeling this date is a test of some kind, and I want to make sure I pass.”

“Not a test,” I said dismissively. Though, wasn’t that what this was? A test to see if we got along as well outside the bedroom as we did inside? “But thank you. You do impress.”

I shifted my weight to one hip and flitted my glance between JC, still standing on the other side of the threshold, and the flowers in my hand. “I should put these in water.” But I wasn’t sure I was ready to invite him in. Because in meant we’d be closer to my bed. And my couch. And my kitchen counter. All of which were locations that could be tempting.

Really, I just shouldn’t be anywhere alone with him.

Either JC felt the same way I did or he could read my mind. “You can do that later. The plastic containers on the stems should last until we get back. And we should get going.”

“Perfect.” I set them on the console table behind me, relieved and nervous all at once. I took a deep breath, grabbed my purse, and turned back to him. “Let’s go!”

In the hallway, he offered me his hand. I took it, then, there it was—the shock of his touch as his fingers weaved with mine. I let out an involuntary sigh, and with it bricks of tension fell from my body. Release. It shuddered through me as electricity sparked up my limb from where we were connected and spread throughout my body, and I wondered if this was what it felt like to melt. What it felt like to be frozen for so long and then, finally, to have the sun brush against cold ice, transforming it into something more fluid, something entirely different.

I glanced down to where we were joined, so overcome by how right it felt to be touching him in this simple way. When I looked back at him, I found his eyes pinned on me. His expression said he’d felt it too.

“You messed up, you know,” he said, as we started toward the elevator. “You were supposed to wear something that I didn’t want to rip off of you.”

My cheeks heated—actually, I wasn’t sure they’d ever cooled from the first blush he’d caused. “You said it would be impossible for me to wear anything that wouldn’t elicit that response. The only other choice was to go naked.”

“That would have been an excellent choice.”

“But not very practical.”

“I’ve never been a fan of practical.” He pushed the call button and the elevator doors opened immediately, the car likely still there from when he’d arrived.

We stepped inside, our hands still molded together. The doors closed, and I so badly wanted to turn and kiss him.

Instead I delivered the short speech I’d practiced since I’d woken up that afternoon. “I think I should tell you, I don’t have sex on first dates.”

“Wow. That’s…surprising. Considering we had sex before we’d ever even been on a date.” He squeezed my hand. “But, after you left me with blue balls this morning, I already figured out you’d turned into a prude.”

I laughed. “I’m not a prude. I’m cautious. And that’s nothing new. That’s always been me.”

“Yes, it has.” The short phrase was full of subtext, and I knew he was remembering how uptight I’d been when we’d first met. Icy. Frigid bitch.

“I’m better than I was,” I assured him.

He nodded. “I know. Otherwise you wouldn’t have given me even this much of you. And if you want to wait, then I can too.”

What I wanted was to push him against the wall and devour him.

But that was an in-the-moment want, and long-term, I wanted a relationship that was real and lasting. “Thank you. It means a lot.”

He leaned in close and, though we were alone, whispered in my ear. “I’m not going to say that I’m not dying to have you under me, Gwen. Because I am. But I’m dying to just be with you more.”

Despite the descent of the elevator, his words sent me floating. “You’re really good at that impressing thing.”

He gave me my favorite grin. “Who knew?”

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Laurelin Paige is the NY Times, Wall Street Journal, and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Fixed Trilogy. She’s a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones and the Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She’s also a proud member of Mensa International though she doesn’t do anything with the organization except use it as material for her bio.

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Blog Tour ~ Amanda’s Assignment ~ Dylan Cross

Amanda’s Assignment

Adventure

Shower sex.

Car sex.

Office sex.

Sex with gamers.

Sex with two roommates.

Sex with a stranger and his jealous wife.

And, more shower sex.

Join Amanda for her hottest adventure yet…

Review

Amanda’s a stereotypical bored housewife. Her life would be mundane if not for the wild predicament she’s in: her husband’s buddy has been blackmailing her for sexual favors. (To learn more of how that came about, check out the prior book in the series, Amanda’s Descent. You don’t absolutely need to read them in order but it will help and it also wasn’t a bad read either.)

The book begins with a little of this background (again, if you want more, read the other book) and the author informs us that most of Craig’s advances occur when the husband Mark is away on business. He works to bring new accounts into the company, and is out of town quite often. In the opening chapter, though, we learn that Mark is about to be promoted, and his “Rocket Man” days will be a thing of the past. This will put a serious damper on Craig’s exploits with Amanda. Craig hatches a plan: seven people are in line to interview for Mark’s old job, and he reasons that if these interviews don’t occur, his friend can’t be replaced and promoted. Amanda’s mission… or, her “Assignment”, will be to stop the interviews from happening. It’s a slightly shaky premise… but just go with it. The story quickly moves along and gets us into the action.

All in all, six men (and one woman) are scheduled for interviews, and Amanda has to stop them from keeping the appointments by any means necessary. In two of the scenarios, she actually pretends to be the interviewer and “hijacks” the interview process. For others, she uses deceit and subterfuge, including fake car trouble, burglary and a strategic coffee spill. At one point, she even participates in a video game contest of “strip Xbox” to keep her mission alive.

The husband’s friend, Craig, is the protagonist… but he also isn’t. You will have to read the book to fully understand what I mean. But, like in Descent, Craig arranges depraved sexual encounters for Amanda and then recedes into the background. In fact, he’s only in two and a half scenes in this story. In this reviewer’s opinion, this actually serves to take the story to another level. Rather than having Craig grab Amanda by the arm and say “go seduce that guy” or “you had better have sex with that couple”–Amanda’s character is given the latitude to explore on her own. In many of the scenes, she’s assertive, taking charge and dominating her partner. In other scenes, the blackmail/forced scenario plays out (Amanda is handcuffed in two scenes and pinned by a jealous wife in another.)

All in all, a very enjoyable journey.

–Mandy Wolfe (Goodreads reviewer)

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Excerpt

He kissed her. Amanda kissed back heartily. She knew this would encourage Craig further, but the alternative was to piss him off.

His mouth moved to her neck and his hands were now cupping her breasts, gently fondling them. Warily, she kept an eye on the doorway and the stairway beyond.

“Craig…”

His right hand broke away and glided down her belly. His mouth took its place on her left breast, sucking her nipple in between his teeth. Now his hand crossed the threshold of her waistband, slipping into her panties toward her clit. In a couple of seconds, he would find out how wet she was, and probably tease her about it.

Amanda shut her eyes.

“Craig, please, my husband is in the house…”

“But it would be ok if he wasn’t?” He gave a low chuckle–this was his way of reminding her what a whore he’d turned her into.

“No… I meant…”

His finger began stroking her clit. The redhead exhaled sharply.

“Do you want me to stop, Amanda?”

The tormented housewife knew it was a no-win question. If I say yes, he teases me and humiliates me… and keeps using me anyway. If I say no… then I’m the whore he tells me I am.

He gave her nipple a bite. She winced, but remained still.

“Well? Amanda, should I stop?”

“Yes,” she pleaded. “Just for now, because he’s in the house,” she added, trying to find middle ground.

He continued to rub her clit and to suck on her nipple. She gripped the bench top tightly, trying simultaneously to enjoy his attentions and to not enjoy them. Gradually, she resigned herself to the fact that the end result would be the same–Craig doing with her as he pleased–so she relaxed slightly. His fingers felt really good, and his mouth… as long as he wasn’t biting, it was just fine by Amanda.

His hand wandered lower, and two of his fingers slid into her now.

“Damn, you’re so wet, Amanda…”

She was sure that he’d taunt her about her arousal, but he didn’t. Thankful, she gave a contented moan.

From upstairs, there were footsteps. Hastily, Amanda pulled Craig’s hand out of her shorts while squirming away from his oral attention.

“What are you doing?” he demanded quietly.

“My husband… he’s coming…”

Craig seemed unfazed. “Put your hands back where I told you.” Before waiting for her to obey, he grabbed her wrists and led them back till she was again reluctantly gripping the bench top.

“Craig…” But he’d already slid his hand back into her panties, and turned his oral attentions to her right breast now. This time, though, he wasn’t being gentle. His teeth found the base of her hard nipple and bit into it. Amanda responded with a strangled yelp. To her chagrin, she could also feel herself growing wetter.

He felt it too, but merely laughed and fingered her faster.

Footsteps continued from upstairs.

“Craig,” she whispered urgently, “he’s going to catch us…”

“Cum, Amanda,” he replied, his teeth never loosing their grip on her tender flesh. He stabbed his fingers deep into her, and she realized his intention. He was going to keep fucking her with his fingers until he made her cum. And, unlike with her clit, when he finished her off this way, Amanda knew that she would squirt. Her panties and her shorts would be soaked–it was bad enough that she’d have to sneak upstairs to change her blouse, but Craig was bent on leaving her looking and smelling like sex, and at the risk of being caught by her husband.

“Rub my clit, please,” she implored, her eyes dancing nervously on the ceiling as she listened for Mark. “Please, Craig, that’ll make me cum…”

He fingered her faster. “This will make you cum, too.”

“No…”

“No? Then maybe you need more stimulation…” His mouth moved back to her left tit, and his teeth cruelly bit into the pink flesh of her already aching nipple.

Ohhhhh!” Although it was against his orders, she brought her hand up and shoved her wrist into her mouth, stifling her cry of pain. This time, he didn’t let up, and Amanda willed herself to keep still. Squirming would only increase the agony, she knew from prior Craig experience.

Her pussy, on the other hand, was another matter entirely. The violated redhead could feel herself dripping all over Craig’s fingers, and indeed there was now very little in the way of friction down there…

Amanda’s Descent

The first book, Amanda’s Descent, follows the beginning of Amanda’s adventure, showing us how she’s transformed from an ordinary housewife to a sex slave…

“Not for the faint of heart… what starts out as a simple dare turns into a full blown series of sexually charged scenes… until you are out of breath, and in some serious needs of your own…”

–Heidi Lis (Amazon reviewer)

“My husband called this book stroke material when I told him what I had just finished reading. This book is super HOT and down and dirty!”

–Tanya Rae Walling (Amazon and Goodreads reviewer)

“…although I did feel sorry for Amanda…I would have had a go at her myself…”

–Andrea Franklin (Amazon reviewer)

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Released as part of Crossroads, a collection of Dylan Cross stories…

“You want to feel sorry for what Craig is putting Amanda through, but it’s just so damn hot. Hubby was one happy camper while I was reading this book! I threw myself into this story, I was Amanda enjoying all that hot and steamy sex…”

–Andrea Franklin (Amazon reviewer)

“Make sure you’re ready for this, because honey — you’re about to submit to a style that is beyond anything else out there…”

–ChadandJen7 (Amazon reviewers)

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About the Author

Dylan Cross is an author of darker erotica, including titles such as Back to School and Crossroads. He is a US Marine, a software developer and founder of the Erotic Authors Guild.

When not writing, Dylan enjoys football, grilling, Netflix and flavored vodka. He resides in suburban Chicago with his wife and cat.

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Blog Tour ~ Surviving Him ~ Dawn A Keane

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Book: Surviving Him
Series: Shameless Series #1
Author: Dawn A Keane
Genre: Dark Contemporary Romance
Cover Designed By: RE&D Margreet Asselbergs
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Dark erotic romance contains subject matter some might find distressing, also violence and sexual scenes. Not suitable for readers under the age of 18.
An explosive love story of a mother and her struggle to be with the love of her life against all odds. Logan is strong, sexy, and the type of father that Dana’s daughters deserve in their lives. Dana’s life is rocked by tragedy, she is forced into running from her psychotic ex-husband, Ian, and it seems he’s determined to keep them apart.
Left with nowhere else to turn Dana and her girls seek shelter in a women’s refuge in Manchester, where Dana finds lifelong friendships in the other women who live there. Sisters brought together by despair that haunts them every single day, but the laughter they bring keeps out the darkness that is Dana’s past, she hopes she can find herself again. But a life away from Logan and his ability to ignite the flame deep inside her is almost unbearable.
Dana’s not the only one, Logan will fight anyone and anything to be back in Dana’s arms again. Can they carve out an existence for their fiery passion amid Ian’s rage?

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Prologue

The Women’s Aid worker, Pam, seems like a kind lady with short, blonde hair, and concerned grey eyes as she sits opposite me behind her desk with a sympathetic look on her face. A pen and a notebook are situated in front of her and she is listening to my every word, while I tell her of the abuse I suffered at the hands of my ex-husband. All because of a bloody tap.

I turned the tap on as slowly as I could to fill up the kettle, and the water pipe made a loud screeching sound, a rumbling that shook through the whole house. It did that every time the tap was turned on. Ian was in bed and it woke him up. He was so angry with me, he jumped out of the bed, ran down the stairs towards me and started having a complete meltdown, going completely ballistic at me for waking him up. I shook with fear his as his eyes blazed with anger; a murderous violence poured from him as he glared down at me. He started shouting at me for turning the tap on the wrong way. He said that I was a stupid fool for not knowing how do it properly. I didn’t realize there was a right way to do it. I was so frightened because I knew what was coming next.

Ian lost it completely and flew at me so fast my head spun. He was shouting and swearing; he was beyond being in control of his temper. I was scared out of my mind. I trembled as my throat closed. I proceeded to beg him not to hurt me. I pleaded with him, but it didn’t do any good. He flew at me again and punched me so hard in the face that I fell on my knees on the floor. Ian didn’t want to hear anything I had to say. He got right in my face with his forehead firmly pressed up against mine, pushing me down and shaking me with the force. “You’re pathetic. You don’t even know how to do a simple thing. Not knowing how to turn on a tap quietly, you stupid bitch.” He punched me again and again. “Next time, yeah,” he shouted, “Do it fucking right.” He punched me on the right side of my jaw. I could no longer hold myself up.

I slowly agreed that I was pathetic for not knowing how to turn the damn tap on correctly, then my head smashed on the floor full force.

I could feel the blow to my eyes as he repeatedly hit me over and over and again. Black spots filled my vision then everything turned black. When I came to, I couldn’t believe what was happening to me, and Kayleigh. Was she ever going to be safe? What sort of mum am I to let this happen? How can I stop it? I believed that I must have deserved everything I went through. I must have one of those faces men want to injure. Ian left me alone and went to his sister’s house to calm down. I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with cold water, and it hurt so much I winced; the pain was excruciating. The water slowly soothed my face, stinging slightly with each splash. I couldn’t see very well as my eyelids had swelled and were changing colour, my tears stinging the open wounds. My head was in so much pain, I put my face back into the water in the sink to soothe it.

I looked up into the mirror; I was a complete mess. No amount of make-up was going to cover it up; it felt like my heart would pop through my chest, it was racing so hard.

All I wanted to do was go and see my mum and tell her what happened, ask her for help. But I knew she would be disappointed in me. I couldn’t call her and tell her, she would think I’m such a failure. I stared at my broken reflection in the mirror trying to figure out what I had done to deserve this and I couldn’t. I was so shocked, so scared out of my mind. Ian was back in no time at all with a box of chocolates, like that made it all ok again. He said he was a psychotic human being. He kept saying how sorry he was, so sorry for what he had done, so sorry for losing control and that he couldn’t believe he had hurt his woman. He promised me it would never happen again, but the damage was already done.

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About The Author

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Hi all I am just your normal average everyday mum nothing exciting, I was brought up in Manchester, and I am now living in the beautiful Scottish Borders with my three children.
I have enjoyed writing my story as I had a pretty hard upbringing and have suffered like everyone does over the years in different situations, but everyone has a story to tell.
I just hope my story can help someone out there who is or has been through the same sorts of situations to myself.

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Blog Tour ~ Deacon ~ Cheryl Douglas

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The Starkis Family Series

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When Deacon Starkis sets his sights on the gorgeous young model gracing the pages of his glossy catalogue, he knows he has to have her. One problem. She’s not available. But that won’t stop Deacon. He’s a man used to getting what he wants and he wants Mia.

Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse.

Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?

Note to readers: No cliff-hangers! Mature content, 18+

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Excerpt

I barged into Deacon’s office at eight o’clock that evening. Since his silver Lamborghini was one of the few cars left in the parking lot, I wasn’t too concerned about interrupting a meeting.

He looked up from his computer when I stormed in, and a smile quickly replaced his scowl.

“They let you in without clearance?”

I plopped down in the seat across from him, trying not to notice how tempting he lookedwith his sleeves rolled up and no tie on.

“The receptionist who usually guards your castle left for the day, and the security guard at the front desk has a crush on me, so he didn’t ask any questions.”

He frowned. “Which security guard is that?”

I spotted a stress ball on the corner of his desk. I doubted he used it; it looked like a promo item Alabaster’s gave away. I whipped it at his chest.

“You’re not serious.”

He laughed, catching the ball before it hit him. “You have a pretty good arm.”

“Shut up, Deacon!”

The nagging voice in the back of my head reminded me I was talking to my boss, but I told her to mind her own goddamn business and go back to sleep.

“I’m pissed at you.”
He leaned back, kicking his feet up on the desk as he tossed the ball from one hand to the other and squeezed it.

“Do tell.”

“You told Eleni about us.”

“So?”

“So you had no right to do that!”

He seemed totally unfazed by my anger, which only incensed me further.

“She’s my friend. I should have been the one to tell her, when—or if—I decided there was anything worth telling her.”

That got his attention. When he pinned me with that hot gaze, I feared he would demand I bend over the desk and take my punishment like a brave girl.

“I asked you not to tell anyone, including Eleni. You didn’t, and I appreciate that. Now that you’re single, I’ve decided it’s time your best friend know about our… relationship.”

The way he said relationship made me feel as though he had been seeking a different wordbut come up short. Arrangement, perhaps? Was that what this was to him?

Not willing to let him have the last word, I said, “We’re not in a relationship. We’re still getting to know each other. If I like what I see, I might agree to date you, though not exclusively.

I’ve been tied down too long to get serious again so soon.” I swallowed, averting my eyes when the thin skin across his knuckles turned white from the pressure he was inflicting on the ball.

“Let me get this straight. You might agree to date me—though not exclusively?”

I was almost afraid to push him further, but if I backed down, that would set a precedent for all future arguments.

“That’s right. If you have a problem with that, we can part ways now and—”

He planted his feet on the floor and made his way around the desk slowly, like a panther preparing to devour its prey. He gripped the armrests of my chair, his face a fraction of an inch from mine. I held my breath—waiting, praying, and trying to predict what he might do next.

Pushing him had been a very bad idea.

“You really think that’s an option?” he whispered.

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Eleni Litras recognized a kindred spirit when she saw one. Damon loved to have a good time, was allergic to commitment, and was honest to a fault. He wasn’t afraid to speak his mind, even if it meant raising a few eyebrows. She loved that about him. In fact, she feared she may be falling in love with him. But her tragic upbringing taught her trust was a filthy four letter word.
Damon Starkis partied like a rock star most of his life, with little regard for consequences. That was one of the many advantages of being born to a billionaire. But when he got news that rocked his world, he had a choice… grow up or risk losing out on the opportunity of a lifetime. Change didn’t come easily, but he was proud of his new life and the man he’d become, except for one little problem. The secrets and lies were piling up and if Eleni found out, she’d never forgive him.

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Author Bio:

61IJHxW2urL._UX250_When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I’ve never looked back!
I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.

It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’

I don’t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.

When I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay with that.

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Blog Tour ~ Chasing Winter ~ Alora Kate

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Title: Chasing Winter
The Four Seasons Series Book 4
This is the final book in the series!
Author: Alora Kate
Genre: New Adult – Romance
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Synopsis:
Everyone has secrets but some are worse than others are. Some people are ashamed of their secrets. Some people are terrified of how others will react to their secrets. Chase and Winter both have secrets. They both have demons and a past that haunts them. This is the final book in The Four Seasons series and we finally get to meet Winter and Chase. How will they deal when they learn about each other’s pasts? Will Chase still continue to chase Winter?
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From Summer and Fall
Book 1 in The Four Seasons Series
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In this book you will read about not one love story but two. About a family of not only blood but heart.
Summer and Hannah are best friends; more like sisters if either, one was to be asked.   
Fall is Summer’s beloved but annoying older brother. Something has changed within the fun loving brother she used to know. Now only glimpses are seen and Summer would give anything to help the brother she loves find his way out of his own personal darkness and into the light.   
Tristan is Fall’s best friend and also the guy who makes Summer’s heart pound in a way that no one else has ever made her feel.
Hannah loves Fall; always has. Even his faults and flaw.   
Tristan and Fall are football stars on and off the field. Fall loves sex with as many girls willing to throw themselves into his bed.
What happens when Hannah becomes one of Fall’s many?
And when Tristan notices the one girl who has always been there on the sidelines, how will Summer cope?
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Book 2 in The Four Seasons Series
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Synopsis
Hannah’s unconditional love helps Fall talk about his painful past in an attempt to move forward. Old wounds are healing, but new uncertainty is looming for Hannah. Tristan told Summer a secret that he’s never told anyone and he knows she is struggling with believing him.
The story continues for Fall, Hannah, Summer and Tristan as they start new journeys of trust and relationships. They’ll be tested. Their bonds will either grow stronger or crumble under the pressure.
New Adult Romance. Recommended for 18+ due to language and sexy scenes.
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Book 3 in The Four Seasons Series
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The moment Chance laid eyes on Spring; he knew she was the one for him. Spring on the other hand doesn’t, or maybe she’s just afraid of her true feelings for him. Chance wants more than anything for Spring to admit to herself she’s in love with him. However, an old girlfriend of Chances shows up and things get a little out of control. How will Spring handle his ex-girlfriend coming back into his life? And why exactly is she back?
The Four Seasons series continues with: A Chance with Spring.
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A Wedding and a Proposal gives us an up close and personal view on the Four Seasons and the new chapters they are about to embark on, told from Fall and Summer’s POV. These scenes mix in with books 1-3 so you must read them first.
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There are many reasons why she chooses to use a Pen Name. She battled with the idea but in the end, it’s a dedication. Alora Kate is a dedication to someone special who left this world way too soon.
She doesn’t write to get rich, or famous. She does it because she loves it. If only ten people bought her book and loved it, then it was worth her time to write it. She loves to share her crazy world and characters with you.
She is a single mom of a very active 3yrs old. He is her whole world, and life wasn’t complete until he came along. She is also a full-time college student studying photography and graphic design.
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Blog Tour ~ Still Life ~ A.M. Johnson

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Author: A. M. Johnson
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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Loss… a word Elizabeth Haddington knows only too well. Despite the tragedies she’s endured, she’s been able to rise from the adversity she’s faced and begin her life again. Being a self-assured and strong woman, she knows she doesn’t need anyone to make her whole.

Hate, pain, and twisted memories are all Sawyer Bryant’s ever known. He’d slowly lost who he was and what he should’ve become. His only escape was the military… Eight years later, as an ex-Navy SEAL, he’s forced to confront his father and their disturbed and violent past.

Then one day, his life is turned upside down, when he glimpses a woman singing in her car at a set of traffic lights. Thinking he’d never see her again, amazingly he finds her performing with her band at the local bar. This chance encounter brings these two lost souls together. Once Sawyer gets a taste of her melodic voice, there’s no turning back.

For Elizabeth, when she meets Sawyer… she realizes she’s fallen hard. But is this really love she’s feeling or does love build slowly over time?

What happens when fate turns things around on you, creates flashes you can’t turn from… moments that will shape your life?

They are faced with the choice of darkness surrounding them or to rid themselves of the guilt and pain and move toward the light.

This story is about life’s moments. How they can make you or break you, and one man’s hope that… Love, won’t judge him.Still Life Headers BOOK TRAILER

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Amanda Marie Johnson was born and raised in Valrico, Florida. She’s now surrounded by mountains with her husband and three children in Ogden, Utah. She attended Weber State University and graduated with her A.S.N. She is a full-time registered nurse and works on the mother/newborn unit. Reading and writing have always been something she is passionate about. She loves to write about the human experience, love and happily ever afters. Still Life is her debut novel.Still Life Headers STALK HERE Facebook Logo IsolatedTwitter Logo IsolatedStill Life Headers HOSTED BYNEW CLP Banner

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Blog Tour ~ Dead Men Don’t Kill ~ Viveca Benoir

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Book: Dead Men Don’t Kill
Series: Matt Saga
Author: Viveca Benoir
Genre: Dark Erotic
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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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It’s so full of twists and turns, and OMG moments that you will once again be drawn into stalking, plotting, and the emotional roller coaster we know as Matt. ~ Goodreads Review

Her stories have so many twists, turns, and bumps they literally leave your head spinning and your heart wondering how or why it could feel anything for these sinister and hateful characters!! Oh did I mention my jaw being open plenty of times too!! If you do not take the time to read Viveca’s foreward in her books, go back and do so. Her thoughts are absolutely fascinating. That mind of hers is definitely twisted. Goodreads Review

he action is fast paced and the characters well developed. Once again Ms. Benoir has delved deeply into Matt’s twisted mind to share his story and she is not done yet. ~ Goodreads Review

This book is long but again, the writing is fabulous. I must admit the first book was quite shocking with the horrifying acts it held within, but this book was less shocking and I really enjoyed it. ~ Goodreads Review

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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

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Blog Tour ~ New Release ~ Review ~ Revived ~ Samantha Towle

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Happy Release Day to Samantha Towle and her new book REVIVED! This is Leandro’s story! Read a sneak peek below and make sure to enter the giveaway! Good luck!

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Synopsis

India Harris didn’t have the best start in life. Abandoned as a baby, she and her twin brother, Kit, spent their lives in foster care, only having each other to rely on. Then, at a young age, a relationship with the wrong man left India pregnant. Wanting to give her son the life she never had, she put herself through school and graduated with honors.

Now, at the age of thirty, she’s a highly respected therapist.

At the top of his game as a Formula One driver, Leandro Silva had everything—until an accident on the track left him staring death in the face. After enduring twelve months of physical therapy, Leandro is now physically able to race, but his mind is keeping him from the track. Frustrated and angry, Leandro’s days and nights are filled with limitless alcohol and faceless women.

Entering the last year of his contract, he knows he has to race again, or he’ll lose everything he spent his life working for. Forced into therapy to get his life back, Leandro finds himself in the office of Dr. India Harris.

Falling for his uptight therapist is not part of Leandro’s plan.

Having unethical feelings for her patient, the angry Brazilian race car driver, is not part of India’s plan.

But what if the wrong person is the only person who is right?

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My eyes move to the magazines on the table. A sports mag is peeking out from under the fashion mags. Leaning forward, I pull it out, instantly wishing I hadn’t.

On the cover of the magazine is a picture of me with the caption, What the Bad Side of Formula 1 Looks Like.

Nice.

So, now, I’m the bad side of Formula 1. Good to know.

I already know what the media say about me. How I’ve turned from a great racer into a drunk and a whore.

They’re not wrong on the whore part. Well, whore is a bit harsh. I don’t charge for my services. And I wouldn’t say I’m a drunk. I just like to drink—a lot.

I shouldn’t read the article. I know this, but the sadistic part of me has me turning those pages.

Finding the article, eyes scanning the text, I pick out the usual shit.

Why is Silva no longer racing? Physically, he’s healthy. Is it mental problems? Fear over racing because of his accident? Is that why he drinks—drowning his misery in alcohol? Such a shame to see a once great driver fall from grace so dramatically.

Frustration and rage grip my chest like a vise.

Fuck this. I don’t need this shit.

Even though I can’t race, it’s not like I actually need to.

I don’t need to race. I just need to drink and fuck. That’s all I need now. All I will ever need.

Liar.

I’m a liar and a chickenshit. And that’s why I’m sitting in the waiting room to see a therapist.

Maybe I am beyond help.

Tossing the magazine back onto the table, I get to my feet, ready to leave this place, just as the door opens, revealing the epitome of what I could really do with screwing right now.

My eyes trail up the tanned, toned legs to the fitted pencil skirt that I would happily hitch up to see the magnificent pussy that I bet lies beneath. A pale-pink blouse is tucked into that skirt, covering what looks like a fantastically sized pair of tits. Silky blonde hair sits on her shoulders. Hair that I would enjoy getting my hands all tangled in while I fuck those bright red lips of hers, enjoying seeing that lipstick smeared all over my cock.

My dick pulses in my jeans, more than ready to proposition her with the offer.

“Mr. Silva.” She steps forward. “I’m Dr. Harris. But please call me India.”

She’s Dr. Harris?

This hitch-your-skirt-up-and-let-me-fuck-you-right-now woman is my new therapist.

Well, that’s just fucking great. It’s not like I can bang my therapist.

I put my cock on hold and give her my best smile, the one that always has panties dropping to the floor, as I say, “And you can call me Leandro.”

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Review

Picking up Revived was nerve wracking to say the least. Although Revived can easily be read as a standalone the idea of a hot f1 driver was born in Revved (Carrick and Andie’s story) and my love for Carrick and that book was huge it’s been my favourite book so far this year so how would I feel when reading Leandro’s story? Could anything live up to Revved? Would Leandro be has hot as Carrick? These were all questions going through my mind as I stared at my kindle screen. I’d procrastinated long enough it was time to dive in, worst case I’d get more Carrick, best case I’d love Leandro too. What I wasn’t prepared for was the even better case of falling madly in love with both Carrick and Leandro and never wanting the story to end. Unfortunately it did end so now whilst I’m sat with yet another book hangover courtesy of Samantha I have to write a review and attempt to do justice to the words I read.


This book is definitely a ‘just one more chapter’ book, there was no easy place to stop reading but on the occasion I had too I was desperate to pick it up again. Leandro is an off the rails womaniser and India is a strong, stable and successful woman, they shouldn’t fit together yet the relationship between them has depth and I felt a real connection with them both from the outset and the sex? The sex is hot! Even hotter than Carrick and Andie’s. 


The story felt more grown up than revved and that was thanks to the addition of Jett, I loved his relationship with Leandro and the way he obviously adored his mum I’d love him to get a story of his own. 


I’ve saved the bit I loved the most until last and that was by far the relationship between Leandro and Carrick, it was hilarious and heartwarming, the perfect book bromance. As for who’s my favourite, I think I’d find it easier to choose my favourite child! Samantha writes amazing book boyfs that are impossible to forget so let’s just say I’m a Leandro lady who’s Carrick Crazy. 


Another awesome 5 star read from an author who has fast become one of my favourites thanks to her ability to take me on unforgettable journeys that captivate me from the first page.


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New York Times, USA Today, Wall Street Journal and international bestselling author Samantha Towle began her first novel in 2008 while on maternity leave. She completed the manuscript five months later and hasn’t stopped writing since.

She has written contemporary romances, THE MIGHTY STORM, WETHERING THE STORM, TAMING THE STORM and TROUBLE.

She has also written paranormal romances, THE BRINGER and the ALEXANDRA JONES SERIES, all penned to tunes of The Killers, Kings of Leon, Adele, The Doors, Oasis, Fleetwood Mac, and more of her favourite musicians.

A native of Hull and a graduate of Salford University, she lives with her husband, Craig, in East Yorkshire with their son and daughter.

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Blog Tour ~ The Southern Gentleman Series ~ Nicole Hite

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The Southern Gentleman Series Blog Tour
Justified Love – Book 1 in The Southern Gentleman Series
Intertwined Love – Book 2 in The Southern Gentleman Series
by Nicole Hite
Genre – Contemporary Romance
Blog Tour June 18th – July 2nd
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“Grabbing the beers and starting to turn towards the dance floor, I felt a slight tap on my shoulder. Turning around, I lost it and dropped the two bottles on the ground. I couldn’t hear the crashing of the glasses the way my heart was beating so loudly out of my chest. It’s him. Colton Wilson!”
For as long as she could remember small town girl, Carrington Mason had been smitten with Avery High School quarterback, Colton Wilson. The only obstacle standing between her and her destiny was an entitled blonde named Paisley Parker, along with 100 lbs of extra baggage.
Determined to change her fate, Carrington moves to New York City to attend Columbia University. Graduating at the top of her class, Carrington becomes a well-known, well-respected attorney. After receiving a heartbreaking phone call from her father pleading for her legal expertise, Carrington forced to return to the very place she loathed the most.
Returning to Avery, it seems nothing has changed since high school, especially her feelings for Colt. Exploring her new found body and attitude, Carrington is determined to change her and her family’s fate including catching the eye of her crush. With the help of her two best friends, Harley and Skye, Carrington sets out to capture the man of her dreams while saving her father’s farm. Will luck be in her corner when faced with unforeseen obstacles? Will Carrington be able to find justice or love?
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To Skye Breeze, life was perfect. Her best friend Carrington had chosen to move back to Avery, Texas. Her relationship with her other bestie, Harley, appeared to be stronger than ever. And, her relationship with her best guy friend, Wyatt Reign, had the potential to be more than just friends. That’s until she arrived.
Having just found out that her mother had a “free-love” relationship with a man in her teens, Skye’s life comes crashing down with the discover of a sister. Not only a sister, but also a twin named Summer who is the spitting image of herself. When Summer decides to make a move on popular musician, Wyatt, Skye is caught between confessing her true feelings, or accepting his new found relationship with Summer.
After receiving an opportunity she couldn’t refuse, Skye is asked to showcase her artwork at a swanky art gallery in Dallas, TX. Little did she know the mystery man wanting to showcase her work was a tall, dark and handsome drink of water named Jesse Lace. Watching her relationship develop with Jesse, Wyatt is concerned he picked the wrong sister; the sister he was destined to be with. But, is Summer there to wreak havoc on their lives? And is Jesse just a distraction with ulterior motives?
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Hi everyone! I’m Nicole Hite and I grew up in Virginia. I’m a wife to an amazing man that makes my life wonderful. We have two fur babies – Harley and Diesel. I love to read romance novels, fantasy, or anything that catches my attention (namely anything really). It wasn’t until talking to a fellow author that I started to considering writing myself. Thanks to a lot of support, I started on this crazy journey. When I’m not staying up to the wee hours writing, I’m reading, crafting, or spending time with my boys.
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Blog Tour ~ The Only Choice ~ Dee Palmer

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Book: The Only Choice
Series: The Choices Trilogy #3
Author: Dee Palmer
Genre: Erotic Romance
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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.

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“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.

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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.

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