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Tuesday, March 31, 2015

COVER REVEAL: Rundown by Teresa Michaels

Rundown
Curveball Series #2
by Teresa Michaels
Cover Designer: Mayhem Cover Creations

Synopsis

Breanne Sullivan never expected to find love again. Allowing herself to move on wasn’t easy, and now it may be too late. Determined to give herself a second chance, she will go to any lengths to prove her love to Drew. If only she could find him. Desperate to numb his heartache in the wake of Breanne’s rejection, with something other than women and booze, Drew Scott packs his bags for the West Coast. Distance and a fresh start are just what he needs to heal the wounds caused by the only woman to ever captivate his heart. But when the past and present collide in an unexpected way, Breanne and Drew quickly learn that things aren’t always what they seem. Caught between solving the mysteries that haunt them and getting the happily ever after they deserve, the two once again find themselves at the center of a deadly conspiracy that could destroy them both. Answers come at a dangerous price. Sacrifices must be made in order to protect the ones they love. Can Breanne prove her love to Drew before its too late? Or will opposing forces interfere and destroy any chance of them having a future together?

Meet the Author

Teresa Michaels lives in the New England area with her husband and children.  Curveball is her debut novel.

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Monday, March 30, 2015

#GIVEAWAY Kong Heat by Raven McAllan


Hong Kong Heat by +Raven McAllan 
Erotic Romance, Contemporary



Debra Scotburn never thought of herself as a cougar, until she fell in lust at first sight with a much younger man.

Daniel Van Meister, a trouble-shooter for the Simply Five Star Hotel chain doesn't do commitment, until the older, curvy, vivacious brunette robs him off his ability to control a certain body part.

Unable to keep their hands off each other, they embark on a passion-filled holiday fling.

Surely that is all it can ever be? Daniel's work takes him all around the world at a moment's notice, and Debra is on the last leg of her middle-aged-crisis induced gap year.


When misunderstandings tear them apart, can they both admit their love and find the trust needed to make this more than just a fling?

Available for early download via Totally Bound
https://www.totallybound.com/hong-kong-heat
Out on general release on eBook and Print: March 27th










 

Excerpt
In one swift movement the lady pushed off the side, kissed him hard on the lips and turned to swim away. He was too fast for her. Braam held her by the shoulders, tread water and kissed her back.
She groaned deep into his mouth and let her tongue swirl with his. Her body floated next to his and her breasts teased his chest. The thin lace that covered her was no barrier to hide how her nipples stood out. Braam slid one leg between hers and moved one hand to hold her ass and push her tight against him.

She wriggled and ground her pussy on his cock. Yet again, the few scraps of lace she wore were negligible. Even so it took immense control not to rip them away and have nothing between them. Instead he held her close, let her rub herself on him and savoured the moment. Braam swam them backwards a few feet until he could rest on a ledge a foot or so underwater and sit his lady on his knees with her legs either side and her pussy open to his cock. It was teasing, tantalising and downright enjoyable. Judging by the shivers and mewls she made as he nibbled her ear and scattered kisses over her face and mouth, she agreed. Her hands played with his nipples.

Until his cock gave notice that a few more seconds’ play and they’d need to clean the pool out. He was so close to coming it hurt.

Braam pulled back and she moaned in protest.

“Honey, I’m so close to coming it’s painful. We need to get out and find somewhere more suitable.”

He towed her to the roman steps at one end of the pool and glanced around the area. Not even a sunbed had been left out.

His lady looked dazed and her eyes were misty.

“Eh?”

“We can’t come in the pool. Well, I can’t. We need to… Holy hell and fuck.”

She sat up, half out of the water, and rubbed her face. “That sounds rude and hold on, we need to fuck? Who says?”

“Well, you didn’t say we didn’t a few minutes ago,” Braam said. “But we need condoms. I don’t suppose you have one with you?”

“Con… Argh, shit and fuck. No, strangely I don’t. They’re not something I feel I need when I go for a walk at midnight.” She sounded horrified. “Even if it does include an illicit swim. You?”

He shook his head. “Sadly no. I mean where would I carry it?

She got out of the pool and looked around her. “Apart from that, I don’t make a habit of screwing with strangers, even with a condom. Where’s a towel? Blame it on the moon, oh, I don’t know, temporary insanity or jet lag or something. Pure fucking stupidity. Look, if you try anything, I’ve got a black belt in karate. So, towels?”

“Locked away. Along with sunbeds, robes and all things needed to fuck.” He paused. “Or dry off.”

She shut her eyes and sighed. “Figures. Oh, Lord, what have I done?”

“Nothing yet, and in the future? Up to you, but let me say, I seem to have been inflicted by the same bout of insanity if that’s any consolation.”

“It isn’t. I guess I’ll have to do the walk of shame in a dress sticking to my wet body.”

“Or we could make love and dry off that way?” Braam suggested. He could have bitten his tongue out. Do I have a death wish? When will I learn to keep my mouth shut?

“Or not. Sorry. But I don’t even know your name. Isn’t it at least polite to be introduced or something?”

She shivered and Braam stood up and left the pool to grab his shirt.

“Here, use this to dry off.” He handed her the shirt and walked to the other side of the pool where his jacket and trousers were. “My name is Abraham,” he said as he used his jacket to soak up the bulk of the moisture on him. It looked like even the dry cleaners wouldn’t save it. “Braam to my friends.”

There was silence from the other side of the pool.

“And you?”

His answer was to hear the faint noise of the lift descending.

I'm growing old disgracefully and loving it.
Dh and I live on the edge of a Scottish forest, and rattle around in a house much too big for us.
Our kids have grown up and flown the nest, but roll back up when they want to take a deep breath and smell the daisies so to speak.
I write in my study, which overlooks the garden and the lane. I'm often seen procrastinating, by checking out the wild life, looking—only looking—at the ironing basket and assuring tourists that indeed, I'm not the bed and breakfast. That would mean cooking fried eggs without breaking the yolks, and disturbing the dust bunnies as they procreate under the beds. Not to be thought of.
Being able to do what I love, and knowing people get pleasure from my writing is fantastic. Long may it last.
https://www.facebook.com/rmcallan        (my page)
https://www.facebook.com/ravenmcallan            (author page)



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Saturday, March 28, 2015

Dark Tales Diaries by London Saint James #BDSM


Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One
Written by +London Saint James 
Listening time: 1 hr. 23 min. 20 secs.
Narrated by John Thrust

Title: Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two
Written by +London Saint James 
Listening time: 1 hr. 41 min. 55 secs.

Narrated by John Thrust


Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One

For years, Tristan Blackthorn has toiled to find his lost love. He finally decides to use Blackthorn Printing, along with his newly created Dark Tales Diaries, as a way to find her. Will her story be one of the three tales in Volume One?

Mistress Guinevere’s calling card is her Red Stilettos. She specializes in a particular fetish and always maintains her control, until a man from her past returns to test her will.

A recently divorced woman experiences the effects of empty nest syndrome after her twins head off to college. With the clock ticking away, she decides it’s far past time to seek out something that has always eluded her. Will she find what she’s looking for with The Leather’s Edge?

And a bored computer programmer learns what it’s like to feel sexual freedom after being bound by a Master in Safe Word.

Be Warned: Bondage, anal sex, sex toys, fetish
Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series


Blurb for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two

Blackthorn Printing made a splash in the publishing world with the introduction of Dark Tales Diaries, yet despite his efforts, Tristan Blackthorn isn’t any closer to finding the woman he seeks. Unwilling to give up on his lost love, his search for Keira continues in Volume Two.
A voyeuristic moment leads an astronomy professor and his assistant to a steamy endeavor on The Observation Deck.
An invitation for cocktails has the reclusive woman who lives in 204-B pondering why the handsome, wealthy owner of her building would invite her to anything. Does she have enough guts to go to The Top Floor?
And a Maestro strikes the right cord with a young and talented cellist who is trying to find her passion.
Be Warned: BDSM, anal sex, public exhibition, voyeurism, sex toys, spanking

Genre: Contemporary Erotic Romance, BDSM, Short Stories, Series





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SoundCloud Audio Clip of Dark Tales Diaries: Volume One: https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-one-audio-clip

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SoundCloud Audio Clip for Dark Tales Diaries: Volume Two:
https://soundcloud.com/londonsj/dark-tales-diaries-volume-two-audio-clip

Buy Links for Volume Two:



London’s Bio and Social Links
London Saint James has lived in many places, but never felt “at home” until she met the real-life man of her dreams and settled down in the beautiful Smoky Mountains of Tennessee. London lives with her husband and their fat cat who thinks he owns them.
As an award-winning, bestselling, multi-published author, London is living her childhood dream. She knew all the scribbling she did, that big imagination of hers, and all those clamoring characters running around in her head would pay off someday.

google.com/+LondonSaintJames

You can also e-mail London with any questions or comments at London@londonsaintjames.com. She loves to hear from her readers.

Would you like to know more? Join her mailing list for her monthly newsletter http://eepurl.com/6P2on. Or, join her book group on Facebook, Slip Between the Pages with London https://www.facebook.com/groups/SlipBetweenthePageswithLondon/


About the Narrator John Thrust
The path that lead me to record erotic literature would make a pretty good story in itself. I may write it someday.  It involves a cyber-relationship with a virginal gal whose secret goal in life was to become a full time sex slave. True Story. Her family would have NEVER guessed! I’d been recording regular “vanilla” type books prior to that, as a hobby, with an eye toward becoming a “real” voice actor. This gal pointed me to a specific book and in so doing introduced me to the world of BDSM literature (this, by the way, was right BEFORE “50 Shades of Grey” broke huge).  Rather than just read the book, I recorded it.  I shared it with her and with some other gals I’d met online. The response was startling to me. For the sake of modesty, I’ll spare the specific accolades. The one book led to the recording of another and then others. The feedback continued to be really, REALLY positive. So much so, that it occurred to me that this ‘erotic genre’ may be a niche I should pursue. So here I am pursuing it. I still record other books as well… but these books are the most fun *sly grin*. My background started in radio in college. I toyed with theater, did some plays - even did a short stint in Chicago’s famed Second City training program. LIFE intervened however and I got ‘a real job’ supporting computer networks in Chicago. Eventually that career ran its course and I decided it was time to do what I really WANTED to do – Voice Act. I enjoy it and I hope to help you enjoy your listening experience too. 

– John


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Friday, March 27, 2015

Seoul Spankings by Anastasia Vitsky #LGBT #Romance

Lesbian  Erotic Romance
Contains light BDSM and Spanking




Blurb  
Broken-hearted when her live-in boyfriend impregnates her best frenemy, Indigo Adams accepts a one-way ticket to Seoul, South Korea, and a challenge from her Great-Aunt Matilda: Forget that boy. Go and make something of yourself.
Bruised from an international public relations nightmare as the new heir to the multi-billion-dollar Han Incorporated, Hyunkyung Han seeks positive publicity in the form of a wedding. She consults with Madame Eve to find a nice, well-behaved Korean American with bilingual and bicultural skills.
Instead, Madame Eve sends Indi, a na├»ve philosophy major graduate working for minimum wage at the local pub. Enraged to find Indi can’t speak one word of Korean, Hyunkyung orders her sent home on the next plane to Spillville, Iowa.
Then Hyunkyung shakes Indi’s hand, and the sparks fly. With all of her professional responsibilities, how can Hyunkyung allow herself to fall for the wrong woman? How can Indi feel attraction for a woman who despises her?
Seoul Spankings offers a light-hearted romp through the perils and joys of navigating an intercultural romance. Certain to delight all fans of a happily ever after with a kinky twist 
Excerpt  
“Say my name,” she demanded, startling me with her fierceness. Korean For Foreigners had told me saying someone’s name was rude.

“Hee-yon,” I stammered, unable to form the alien syllables.
“Huh—huh-yawn.” 

She pursed her lips, circling my chair.  “Indi Go,” she enunciated, in the odd, separated manner seeming to order me from her presence.  “Here I am not Ee Sajahng. I am Hyunkyung Han, and you will call me by name.” 

“Ee,” I faltered. Some of her employees had said something familiar. “Ee?”  I grasped onto the only sound I could replicate. 

“Ee Sajahng,” she repeated. “Founder. Investor. A title, not a name. Call me Hyunkyung.”

This time as she walked around me, her knee brushed against mine.  A tiny gymnast vaulted somewhere underneath my ribs, and I spoke without thinking.  “Can’t I say HK?” After all, her staff called me Miss Go. Why insult her by butchering the sounds I couldn’t form? 

She paused behind me, delaying long enough to highlight the ludicrous nature of my request. Yo, Barack ol’ buddy. I can call you BO, right? 

“Sorry,” I mumbled. “Americans are so familiar,” she said, in an undertone. 

“Koreans are so formal!” I protested. 

“Yes,” she answered, tapping one manicured finger against another.  “Let’s show you how formal.”

Buy Links

Publisher: http://www.decadentpublishing.com/product_info.php?products_id=1079&osCsid=hs36vl91g930spnfethm43n5c4
All Romance: Not yet available
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Anastasia-Vitsky-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Anastasia-Vitsky-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Anastasia-Vitsky-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Amazon Germany: http://www.amazon.de/Seoul-Spankings-1Night-Stand-English-ebook/dp/B00UKL5S8S/
Barnes & Noble: Not yet available
Google Play: https://play.google.com/store/books/details?id=2IYyBwAAQBAJ
iBooks: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/seoul-spankings/id976825843?mt=11&ign-mpt=uo%3D4 Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/seoul-spankings 
Book on Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/25188647-seoul-spankings?from_search=true  

 ABOUT THE AUTHOR

Cookie queen, wooden spoon lady, and champion of carbs, Anastasia Vitsky specializes in F/F fiction. She hates shoes and is allergic to leather. When not writing about women who live spankily ever after, she coordinates reader and author events. She has recently confessed to enjoying her new hairbrush in addition to the beloved spoons. She can be found at governingana.wordpress.com and on twitter @AnastasiaVitsky. 

Social Media Links Website: https://governingana.wordpress.com/
Twitter: https://twitter.com/AnastasiaVitsky
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/anastasiapvitsky
Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/anastasiavitsky/
Google+: https://plus.google.com/+AnastasiaVitsky
Amazon Author Page: http://amazon.com/author/anastasiavitsky
Goodreads Page: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6643486.Anastasia_Vitsky
Authorgraph: http://www.authorgraph.com/authors/AnastasiaVitsky 
Printable Book List: https://governingana.files.wordpress.com/2013/12/printable-book-list-for-anastasia-vitsky.pdf   

Anastasia will be attending Rainbow Con and Golden Crown Literary Society in July 2015   

Monday, March 23, 2015

#GIVEAWAY A Shadow's Embrace by Cara Carnes


A Shadow's Embrace

by Cara Carnes


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BLURB:

On the run from evil, her only hope is the Shadows.


Devyn James escaped hell once. A rare technopath, she eventually broke out of the genetics testing facility with the help of the Shadow Elites—General Conver’s super soldiers, who rebelled and now fought to protect psychically enhanced humans.


For the past few months Devyn, or Indy as she’s known on the street, has covertly passed intel to the SEO. Even though the street doesn’t trust the Shadows, she does. They rescued her once and she knows they’re the only ones who will be able to save her from Conver and figure out what she uncovered.


 Dagan is determined to save the female being chased by Conver and his squadron. He soon discovers her identity and vows he’ll do anything to keep her protected—even if it’s from herself.


Together they discover everything is possible when you trust A Shadow’s Embrace.


~~~~~~~~~~~~~


EXCERPT

Devyn focused, suckling on the metadata drifting in the atmosphere. Ah, she’d missed the city. The morsels of data streamed into her. Her synapses hummed, sated by the calming presence of her third eye’s power. For the first time in a week, she was whole again now that she was back in the bustling psychic sector of Chicago. Leaving the city and her team a week ago had been a difficult decision, but the right one. Her powers had become more focused without the residual white noise of bustling Chicago’s technological strain vying for her attention.


Now the same technology she’d shunned the past few days would save her. She accessed traffic and bank cameras—anything and everything that allowed eyes-on access to the enemy that was herding her into a proverbial cage. There were too many of them. No exit strategy existed.


Damn.


A strong arm encircled her waist, crushing her against a brick-like torso before she could react. Pain pierced her mind, radiating from her temples. Startled by the psychic intrusion, she writhed in her captor’s embrace and threw up what telepathic walls she could.


The bastard shattered each defensive layer she created. Hot breath fanned across her cheek when he lifted her up off her feet and planted a huge hand over her mouth. Dangling like a doll, she punched the meaty arms holding her captive.


“Enough.” The harsh psychic hammer pounded her into submission. She stilled, unable to maneuver past the thick mental fog he created. “I need you to be quiet if you want to live.”

That voice. Dagan. This was the contact she’d slipped info to at the SEO.

She clamped his wrist and pressed hard, but he maintained his hold. The proximity to one of the most lethal people in existence skittered apprehensive pangs along her spine. She’d chanced returning to Chicago because of him, but how had he known she’d be here?


A Shadow’s Embrace Music Play List 
                     



Music has been an integral part of my life as long as I can remember. I proudly admit to knowing any song from the 80s within a few seconds of it playing. Obviously my passion for songs spills over into my writing.


While writing A Shadow’s Embrace I was drawn to songs which conveyed a darker undertone for me emotionally. The book is obviously a romance, but the background and conflicts are gritty and I wanted music which would keep me in a somewhat bleak, yet hopeful mindset.

1.      New Divide by Linkin Park – I think this song resonated with me for A Shadow’s Embrace because of the underlying desire to forget what once was when it crumbled away. I think Dagan and the other Shadow Elite operatives fighting to protect their kind and find some semblance of normalcy have a desire that parallels the one conveyed in this song.

2.      Citizen/Soldier by 3 Doors Down – Okay, I’ll admit I use this song a lot because I love the theme my mind’s pulled from it. People fighting for mankind yet hiding within humanity unseen by the very ones they protect. This is essentially what the Shadow Elite Operatives (the hero’s organization) and the Indigo Order (the heroine’s group) both do.    

3.      Battlefield by Jordin Sparks – I almost didn’t put this on the list but it was one I played quite a bit while writing a particular scene toward the end of the book. I can’t really explain why without giving a critical plot point away, but I believe anyone who’s read the book will understand this one.

4.      Down With the Sickness by Disturbed – This song is my go-to for any dark battles where a person is fighting to hang onto their humanity. The operatives within the Shadow Elite organization all struggle with maintaining a balance between being a person with needs and a tool for a war they didn’t ask to fight.

5.      Killing Me Inside by Crossfade – The heroine, Devyn, is an eternal optimist in many respects. Though she’s been through hell and battles to keep the psychic street kids her Indigo Order organization helps alive, she’s always holding onto the dream of a new tomorrow for all psychics displaced because of General Conver and his men. This song conveys that hope, yet shows how she’s losing the battle to hold on each day.


Bio:

Born in small-town Texas, Cara Carnes was a princess, a pirate, fashion model, actress, rock star and Jon Bon Jovi’s wife all before the age of 13.
In reality, her fascination for enthralling worlds took seed somewhere amidst a somewhat dull day job and a wonderful life filled with family and friends. When she’s not cemented to her chair, Cara loves travelling, photography and reading.


More information about Cara can be found at www.caracarnes.com.







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Sunday, March 22, 2015

#GIVEAWAY Amplify by Anne Mercier


http://shadesofrosemedia.com/amplify-by-anne-mercier-rockstar-3/
Genre: Contemporary Romance


(Rockstar #3) 


SERA

He’s my protector, my confidante. Then one night he became more. I want him, I need him, and, if I’m honest with myself, I love him. I just don’t know if he’ll ever see me as more than what we’ve always been: friends. I don’t want to lose him but it’s getting harder and harder to keep my feelings to myself. Should I risk it all or play it safe?


CAGE
She’s my light, my saving grace. The night we came together I knew I could never live without her. I want her to be mine: my lover, my friend. Maybe, if I can get her to see past all the reasons why we shouldn’t be together, she’ll be my forever. It just might be time to turn it up and go for broke.




~Excerpt~

Sera's POV


We walk into the kitchen just as the teakettle begins to whistle.


"Perfect timing."


He nods once and walks to the stove, turning off the burner. He pushes down the lever for the toaster and prepares my cup of tea. I head over to the little alcove rather than the table and sit on the window seat. I’d love to curl up here with a book… or just look out the window.


The ocean is angry today, the waves white-capping and frothing with fury. I wonder what fueled its anger today. I know all about anger. Anger is what’s kept me going the past twelve years. Without it, I’d have given up. Well, in truth, I did give up for a little while…until I found that anger.


Then I was able to focus and do what needed to be done. Just get through life until I could find my parents’ killers. I haven’t forgotten and as much as my parents tell me I should let it go when I dream, I can’t. Someone took them from me, took their lives so senselessly, so brutally, so carelessly, and then walked away without a thought. I grind my teeth and watch as a bird lands on the sand, picking at a dead fish. Irony? Or, my parents with a message?


"Here we go," Cage says and sets a tray next to me. He sits on the other side of the window seat, crossing his legs like me and I grin. He’s huge… get your mind out of the gutter. I mean overall, not his naughty bits, but in truth those’re nicely proportioned.


I nibble on a piece of toast, looking at him with his black-rimmed glasses on, reading the newspaper. God, he’s so incredibly sexy. The glasses…oh, I’d love to get him under me while he’s wearing those.


"What?" he asks when he catches me staring.


I take a sip of my tea. Lemony and sweet just the way I like it.


"How tall are you, exactly?"


He smirks. "Six-four."


I nod. "And how much do you weigh?"


"Two-fifty-six."


I raise my brows. "Nothing but muscle."


He shrugs a shoulder.


"You have to know that’s incredibly hot," I say without thinking.


When he grins, I feel the blush stain my cheeks.


"It doesn’t matter what I think or know," he replies, leaning forward, running a fingertip on my flushed cheek.


"What matters then?" Generally, I only care what I think about myself, my body. I’m not really into the whole making myself look how society and men want you to look—not since I gave up full-time modeling.


"What matters," he tells me, sipping his tea, "is what you think."


"Hmm," is all I can come up with. He stumped me there. What do you say to that? I take another bite of the toast, which isn’t sitting all that well.


He winks and goes back to reading his paper and I turn to watch a mother with two little boys playing down on the beach—well, it’s more like they’re running and she’s chasing them. They can’t be older than three or four, and oh goodness are they cute with their curly brown hair that’s a little too long, yet stylish, and their cute little board shorts. I wonder if they’re twins or if they were born one right after the other. They look very close in age.


Absently, I pick up my tea and take a sip, then cradle it in my hands, the heat of the ceramic cup reminding me not to get too comfortable, but I hold it steady. Most would set the too-hot cup down, but I need the reminder, apparently. What am I thinking, thinking I could have a life like that? I can’t. Not with la Famiglia. And yet, I’m going to be thrown right into that situation with the tiny life growing inside me. I pull my knees to my chest and rest my cheek on them, still holding my tea.


I sigh and take another sip, watching the mother and boys twirl in the sand. I wonder if it’ll be a boy or a girl. I should tell the father, but I’m not ready. I just found out, just got used to the idea, and I’m not very far along at all. It’s only been since just before the tour started so that’s seven, maybe eight weeks.


I’m kind of glad we get a break for the next couple months. It helps with my being so sick and it also helps with the level of danger that’s been escalating daily.


The mom leads the boys back to their blanket and they sit down to enjoy a snack. Crackers maybe. And I imagine juice. Definitely juice. I note she’s drinking Starbucks and I long for my Caramel Macchiato.


I sigh again.


"You’re doing an awful lot of sighing over there."


I look at Cage from the corner of my eye and shrug a shoulder.


"You’ll have that one day, Fee," Cage says, tilting his head toward the family.


I snort. "It’s impossible. There is no way I can take my child down to the beach and be that carefree. I wouldn’t dare. I have to always be on alert. Always. It’s the first rule Grandpa taught me and one I never forget."


Cage frowns. "There are ways you can have that, Fee. Nothing is impossible. You forget, there are ways to protect those in la Famiglia."


I look at him, eye to eye. "Lucy," is all I say and he nods.


"That wasn’t supposed to happen."


I nod. "It never is. But it does."


He tilts his head to the side. "It does. More than it should. We should have anticipated it wasn’t just you they were after."


I nod, tears welling in my eyes as I remember seeing my sister pale and lifeless in that hospital bed.


One lone tear falls, trailing down my cheek and dropping onto my thigh.


"What is it?" Cage asks.


"That should have been me," I admit.


"No."


The way he says it, so powerfully and definitive has me starting a bit.


"It’s never going to be you. This won’t happen again."


"If they want it to, it—"



"No, Sera. It won’t happen again. Safety measures and security are now where they should have been then."


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~About the Author~


First and foremost I am an avid reader of romance. I read every single day. Without reading I wouldn’t be inspired to write. The same can be said about music. I started reading with Nora Roberts and Sandra Brown’s LoveSwept titles forever ago and went from reading solely traditionally published to reading nearly all indie authors. I still read my Nora and a few others. A must.


I started seriously writing about six years ago when the need to get the stories that are stuck in my head on paper became overwhelming.


I hope you enjoy reading my stories as much as I enjoy writing them.


I’m a huge fan of music, chocolate, fruit, Fall, Matt Shadows, Avenged Sevenfold, and Milo Ventimiglia.


Author Links: Site      Facebook      Twitter       Pinterest        Goodreads


~Giveaway~


Anne Mercier is giving away a print copy of Falling Down, a print copy of Blush, and $10 Amazon GC. For your chance to win enter the rafflecopter below.
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