Finding Rachel – HJ Harley

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 Finding Rachel

by H.J. Harley
Rachel Fallon is gone. With everything changing at a pace she can’t control, she isn’t sure whose life she’s living anymore. Is this the life she wants or the life everybody else wants for her? When Rachel decides to leave her fiance, Tyler, and best friend, Jordie, behind, the journey to rediscovering herself takes her places that she never expected. It also leads her to meet someone who could be everything she wants. Her choices aren’t easy ones and will bring her laughs, tears and heartbreak regardless of what she decides. All that matters is she’s finally Finding Rachel.
The driver got out to greet me.
“Miss Fallon.” He nodded his head. “I’m Decker …” he began, but I walked right past him and opened the back door to get in. He waited until I shut it, then climbed back into the driver’s seat and looked at me in the rear view mirror.
“As I was saying, I’m Decker. I’ll be your driver.”
“Great, got it, you‘re Frank’s monkey boy,” I snapped at him. “Can you just take me to the hotel or wherever the hell it is I’m staying? Thanks.”
He put the truck in drive, but we remained idle. “Okay then. Is there anything you need to get before we go to wherever the hell it is you‘re staying? Would you like to stop anywhere to pickup lunch?”
I wasn’t paying attention to a damn word that man was saying. I was zoned out looking at the picture of Tyler and me. It was my favorite one …
“Are you high?” Decker asked.
“What? No? Why would you ask me that? Not like it’s any of your fucking business if I was,” I shot back at him, whipping my sunglasses off my face.
“Great, now that I have your attention, how about you let me know if you need to stop anywhere before getting to your destination. I’ll keep it simple for you … a head nod or some sort of gesture will suffice,” he teased.
“I’ve got a gesture for you,” I went back at him. I flipped him off, but down low where I thought he wouldn’t see it.
“Ahh, dammit.” He gave an exaggerated frown. “Frank bet me twenty bucks you’d give me some inappropriate answer or gesture within the first three minutes of meeting. I bet him you wouldn’t. I’m a benefit of the doubt kind of guy. You almost made it. Two minutes and thirty three seconds.” He picked up this phone and showed me the stopwatch timer.  
“Just drive, please.” I put my glasses on, and a small laugh escaped my lips.
“There we go. See, isn’t that better than being a cranky pants?” In the rear view, I could see a hint of playfulness in his eyes. “You‘re in Miami. It’s beautiful.”
“Yes, you‘re one hundred percent correct, so much better. Now go.” Again letting out a small laugh. I failed miserably at my attempt to be demanding.
“What’s the magic word?”
Holy shit, man. You‘re like the worst employee of all employees on this planet. Please drive me somewhere besides crazy.” I begged.
“There we go. Another milestone. You survived being pleasant.” He began to drive off.
              
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Candlemoth: A Holy City Romance

By Pauline West

Genre: Steamy New Adult, Romance

 

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A bold and independent free spirit from the foster system of small town South Carolina, Lily is a survivor with skeletons in her closet. She knows what she wants and how to get it. And a spoiled rich playboy is not part of her plan- but Ry is irresistible.

Steamy, exciting and beautifully written, this dramatic romance will appeal to fans of Sylvia Day.

Book One in the Holy City Romance series about a wild and fun-loving group of twenty-somethings in Charleston, South Carolina.

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“The masterpiece of my life was having learned how to glass myself inward, burying my heart so deep I didn’t even know where it was buried.” – Lily Inoue

Lily is a bold, passionate free thinker from small town South Carolina. Fiercely self reliant, the same strength that helped Lily survive a traumatic upbringing makes it difficult for her to trust anyone, especially Ry Calhoun. When Ry’s political obligations and Lily’s rising notoriety in Charleston threaten their relationship, Lily arrives into her most reckless act yet- and at incredible cost.

The scorching second installment in the Holy City Romance series of steamy romance novels about a wild, fun-loving group of twenty-somethings in Charleston, South Carolina.

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The only way this lush, ultra-deluxe festivity gets any nicer is if you can get Ry to hand-churn while you watch.

Place glasses in the freezer to chill for 30 minutes.

Make out wildly on the kitchen counter.

Pour ice cream, milk, ice cubes, bourbon and chocolate syrup into a blender and whirl.

Try before you pour- the milkshake should be thick enough to be fed to you by Ry with a spoon, so if it seems thin, add more ice cream and blend again while Ry wraps you up in his arms.

Download the Candlemoth series, pull out glasses. Serve with spoons.

Lock the door… and enjoy.

 

EXCERPT – CANDLEMOTH #1

I fitted my leg around Ry’s so that there was nothing between us but my panties and his linen pants, and he kissed me so savagely it sucked the air from my chest.

Oh, I wanted him deep inside me.

“I want to get on my knees for you,” Ry said, and everything in me tightened at the cultured, raspy purr of his voice.

“I think I’d like to see you on your knees,” I said, my voice raw and strange.

Ry, paused, smiling, his eyes slitted with lust. He kissed me differently then, with slow, lush slides of his tongue that made me ache to feel his mouth between my legs.

“Mm…”

His fingers curved roughly down around the front of my thigh, pushing the silky fabric of my dress up as he hunted towards my panties, lingering at the hem teasingly. His eyes danced, watching mine, as I moaned. My hips curled towards his and I felt the tips of his fingers slip beneath my panties.

I was the wettest I’d been in all my life, as if the whole center of me had melted into hot, silky lava. I cried out, pressing into his touch, plunging Ry’s fingers deep inside me, and he began to stroke with searing accuracy, the expression on his face both hot and tender.

“Ohhh,” I said, hanging from his sweet mouth. I stared up at the stars, crying out as their light slurred down over us.

I felt a fullness in me beginning to build, felt myself dizzily falling back, but Ry caught me in his other arm, propping me there against the wall as he drove his fingers into me again and again, rhythmic, relentless. His knuckles bit perfectly into my clit as he worked the tiny apple of sensitive flesh inside me. I almost screamed, feeling my orgasm flood forwards.

“You want to come for me?” Ry murmured, pressing his face into my hair possessively. I bit his shoulder, trying to stifle my cries. This sweet, layered agony-

“I want to come for you,” I gasped, “Please, please.”

“Come for me, Lily,” Ry said, pressing himself close as his fingers continued to work inside me, and I let the sensation crash through the gates of me, washing through again and again as I fell bonelessly against him, jerking a little with the aftershocks.

Ry smiled wolfishly, his eyes pale in the moonlight, their contrast delicious beneath his dark tan, his dark eyebrows. I thrilled again at how little there was between us, even as it terrified me how helplessly I’d fallen for him. I threw my arms around Ry’s neck, burying my face in his soft hair, locking my legs around his waist.

“You could make me do anything you want,” I said, softly.

He pinned me back against the wall again, his eyes shining. The fullness of his cock against me sent another shockwave through my body, and I leaned back, shivering with his touch, looking up at him.

“I’m drunk with you,” I whispered.

Ry began to grind into me, moaning in a low, strangled voice that made all the hair on my body lift with arousal. We kissed again so hungrily I thought we’d slide down and fuck there on the rough cobble stones.

But he put me down gently and led me by the hand through the gate. I followed, tugging my dress down. We were laughing soundlessly again, still a little breathless, and when we stopped at the door, Ry held his hand to his face and closed his eyes, breathing in the smell of me on his hand.

His eyes rolled slightly with pleasure, and then he bumped open the door with his hip, tugging me inside.

The silence of the house instantly folded around us. It felt different to kiss him there, in that unfamiliar dark. Ry lifted me off my feet against him and then sat me onto the kitchen counter, burying his face against my breasts. He squeezed my breasts savagely, until they began to feel heavy and swollen. Then he bit and sucked at my nipples through the wet silk of my dress.

The hot darts of pain made me hiss with lust.

“I need to make you come again, Lily,” he said, his hands forcing insistently between my thighs.

“I can’t, I can’t so soon,” I said, trying to close my legs, but he forced them apart with a strength that just rode the edge of violence. Ry sank his face into me hungrily, taking my hips firmly into his hands, the pressure from his fingers spreading my flesh so that the center of me was all the more bared to him as he opened his mouth against me.

I gasped, so slippery wet that I was soaked all down my thighs, my body begging to sheath him even as it couldn’t take any more arousal. My senses were so exquisitely tortured that I was afraid I’d pee on his lovely, hard-sculptured face.

But Ry’s tongue began to work in expert, slow circles against my clit. One of his hands found its way warmly between my thighs, drawing me tight, stretching me raw. I bucked against his face, my hands clawing at the counter.

“Please please no,” I said, “I can’t, I can’t take this-”

Ry held me steady, the hot, hard velvet of his tongue relentless against my swollen achy flesh, his eyes locking on mine greedily. My nerves sizzled raw. I felt microscopic shooting stars race up the insides of my thighs as he stroked at me continually, restlessly, brinking me to orgasm, letting me slide back down again. I was panting with lust, both our bodies misted wet with sweat. I could see droplets of it on my bared thighs, on the backs of his forearms, his neck.

Ry’s eyes glinted mischievously; he knew exactly what he was doing to me.

That turned me on all the more, even as it made me wildly jealous to know all the women he must have perfected his skills on. Every dial on my body was cranked farther than I’d ever dreamed I could go. The bliss of it was tortuous, unending. With every raw swirl of my nerves, I felt myself sucked all the deeper into his orbit, losing any control I’d ever imagined I’d had.

And then finally, Ry Calhoun decided to let me come. He sucked me up to the precipice of orgasm again, but this time dropped me over the edge with a hard lick. He stuck his tongue inside me as I came in a long, rolling orgasm around him.

“Oh god, oh god-” My cries were animal now, my body so wet that I slid on the counter. Ry dug further into me, his fingers opening me deeply. The effect was shattering. I lost my mind, bucking wildly, and almost blacked out with pleasure. He lifted my legs up onto the counter so I was securely supported as I pulsed hard and then began to sob, utterly released.

Ry moved his face back and forth as light as a butterfly on my thighs, tracing up my electrically lit body with his mouth, pausing gently at my tortured breasts, and then again at my lips.

As I curled inwards, he leaned over me, kissing me sweetly while I sobbed with relief, the gentleness of his kisses smoothing my ragged sense while his hands continued to stroke me lightly. After a moment, he pulled back, biting his lips, as if tasting me again. I looked up at him, too limp to move or speak.

“Now,” he said, “I’m going to fuck you to death.”

I couldn’t even speak English anymore.

I shook my head, trying to move away from him and his vampiric ecstasy. But even as I was overcome, I still felt a clawing, insatiable need for his body. Ry was like some unnameable drug; I was hopelessly addicted.

He began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the tight cut of his abdominals and upper arms. The immediate bolt of lust I felt for his touch drove home how much he already owned me. Ry tossed his shirt to one side, pulling me by one leg open to him again, and undid his pants.

His cock was enormous.

“I’m going to make you come so hard you can’t walk,” Ry said, darkly, pulling me into him like a slack doll. “You’ll have to stay here with me. Then I’m gonna nail you all morning…” His mouth on mine was like hot stone, and I couldn’t resist kissing him back, feeling myself heat up for him all over again as he slid me down to his cock. He ran his thumb inside me again, drawing my skin taut so savagely that I cried out and fell against him, raw and exquisitely stretched.

I throbbed with grinding lust, pulling myself upright again.

“Come fuck me.”

Ry drove himself inside me with a force that made me see stars, fitting his mouth over mine in one of his hungry, soul-sucking kisses, and I wanted all of it; I wanted him to batter me loose, fuck me to death, I didn’t care.

It felt so good that I couldn’t feel anything of myself anymore except a sheer, shooting, bodiless pleasure.

Our bodies were both drenched now, and it felt so good to clutch his hard, naked skin, to see the flash of his tattoo under my hand as I rode his thick cock to Kingdom Come. I let my head fall back, wanging it hard on the cupboards, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except-

I heard someone clear his throat in the doorway.

My eyes snapped open.

Silhouetted in the dim light from the street, an old man stood in the kitchen doorway. He was coolly drinking a cup of tea, his robe loosely belted so I could see the crisp white hair on his chest; his face was craggy and seamed from a lifetime of too much sun and rich food.

Even though his thick white hair was crazed on one side, as if he’d been unable to sleep and now was wandering aimlessly around the mansion, I recognized his face from the oil portrait I’d seen the day before.

Mr. Calhoun.

He was watching us as if we were stray dogs he’d caught fucking in his house for the thirtieth time. “Christ, another one?” Mr. Calhoun said, finally. He went back out into the hallway.

Another one.

What did I expect?

But my heart sank through the floor and dissolved. I was humiliated.

I’d been more emotionally exposed than I’d ever felt in my life- and just as suddenly, all the new flowerings in me folded up and died off.

I shoved Ry away, trying to cover myself with the damp ruins of my dress. But Ry had already half-turned, zipping up his pants hastily in a way that filled me with disgust.

“Dad-!” Ry said, rushing after him. Then, torn, he whirled in the doorway, heading back towards me. “Lily, wait here. Dad!”

But I was already out the door.

Ry chased me outside. “Please, please, you don’t understand. He didn’t mean it like it sounded-”

I was crying, and furious with myself for crying. “I do, I understand you perfectly. You just want-you just wanted to get laid.”

Ry tried to kiss me, to take me into his arms. I wouldn’t let him.

“Baby, don’t you remember any of the things we’ve said? How I’ve made you feel?” Ry said. “I know you feel this, too, I know you do, I could feel it. Everything in you answers everything in me, Lily. You keep forgetting all of that whenever something-”

“Bullshit! I can’t believe anything you say! I can’t believe any of this; I don’t know who the fuck you are- why are you being so fucking nice to me, anyway? I don’t like people doing things for me, remember? You know why? Because I can’t fucking trust anybody! I don’t trust you, I can’t, I won’t!”

Somehow, I was screaming.

“Lily, enough!” His voice cracked my name like a pistol shot. I felt my body respond to the command in his voice, instantly hating myself for it.

“Don’t. Just don’t. All right?” I said.

“At least let me walk you to your-”

“Don’t fucking touch me. I don’t want you to follow me, I don’t want you to touch me. Leave me alone!”

I ran into the dark.

I drove home with all my windows down, needing air in my face.

Cold, clean air. Hungry black air. Anything to wash away the electricity, the unrelenting connection that still remained like an

unbroken thread between me and Ry Calhoun. No matter how far away I was from him.

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I Heard the Brides on Christmas Day

(Hearts of Owyhee novella)

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The Murdock brothers have a fine ranch in Owyhee County, Idaho. The only things missing are wives and kids, so Hec orders a couple of brides for Christmas. The catch is, woman-shy Zeke doesn’t know about it. Dinah and Stella have a plan— If the grooms don’t work out, they’ll start a restaurant. Farm chores are hard enough, but a peckish chicken and a raging blizzard don’t help matters. Can Hec and Zeke capture their hearts?

JacquieRogersThere’s just something about Christmas that has “romance” splashed all over it—the season for sharing and putting our differences aside.

The whole idea of mail-order brides—why a woman would leave everything she knew for a man she didn’t know—fascinates me.  In this story, we have two brides.  Dinah Goode lost her husband and baby within a few weeks.  Her goal is to own a restaurant and women couldn’t be chefs in Cleveland.  But those rules didn’t apply in the Idaho Territory where women could own property in their own right, and the only way she could afford to get there was to accept a proposal as a mail-order bride. 

Schoolteacher Stella Clemmons has stars in her eyes—she wants children but she’s already nearly thirty years old and time’s marching on so she decided to accept a mail-order proposal.  She’s nervous about doing so, but meeting Dinah on the train was fortuitous because now she has a plan.  If Mr. Ezekiel Murdock doesn’t pan out, she and Dinah will still be fine.  Restaurants were few and far between—and even then, she could still find the right man to marry.

But neither lady knows one thing about country life.  And neither brother is quite sure what to do with these city women.

I loved the idea that Hec ordered brides for himself and his brother for Christmas.  How romantic!  But can you imagine how surprised Zeke would be?  How would he react?  And how does the culture of the East blend with that of the West? 

This novella is part of the Prairie Rose Publications Third Birthday Bash.  Free books are being offered the week of August 13 – 20 at http://prairierosepublications.blogspot.com.

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Inarticulate from Eden Summers

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Title: Inarticulate
Author: Eden Summers
Release Date: September 12, 2016
 
Could you handle his silence?
 
The next novel from bestselling author, Eden Summers,
is set to catch your breath. Inarticulate is a contemporary, standalone romance
novel and a read you won’t want to miss.
 

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He’s silent––but his
touch speaks louder than words.

 
At first sight, Savannah is drawn to the
harsh appeal of a man who refuses to talk to her. Keenan’s hard stare is
arrogant and unapologetic. The quirk of his sensuous lips is cocky and in
control.
 
But there’s more. There’s something deeper
he’s trying to hide behind those steely grey eyes––a slight hint of
vulnerability which captures her intrigue.
 
She’d been warned, told that his silence
hides a myriad of lies capable of affecting her career and relationships with
loved ones. Only she can’t help herself. Testing Keenan’s defenses is an
addiction she can’t deny.
 
Falling in lust is easy. Learning his secrets
comes with a price. The cost? Her broken heart.


 
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This is an excerpt
from Inarticulate (a standalone contemporary romance) when the two protagonists
first meet.
She swung around to the house to hide her smile and bounced up the three stairs
toward the front door. Movement nudged her periphery and she slowed, taking in
the sight of a man standing in the shadows at the far end of the porch. His hip
was cocked against the bannister, his eyes hooded.
Her concentration latched on to him, unmoving as the world around her dulled to a
faint hum in her mind. She wasn’t sure what intrigued her. It could be his
narrowed stare, the way he didn’t greet her with warmth or kindness. Only
sterile appraisal. Or maybe it was the package his arrogance came in—the tense
expression, stubbled jaw, and lush lips pressed in a tight line.
Her tongue tingled. Mouth salivated. She would’ve liked to think it was due to the
heavenly aroma of her aunt’s cooking drifting in the air. Would’ve liked to…but
that was a load of bull.
“Hi.”
She gave him a friendly finger wave as Dominic came up behind her.
The man continued to stare, his face still unwelcoming in the shadows.
“Keenan, don’t be a prick.” Dominic tugged on her arm, stealing her attention. “Come on.
I’ll introduce you later.”
She kept her focus on the stranger, their gazes entwined, hers soft and
inquisitive, his harsh and fierce, as her cousin dragged her inside, the door
slamming shut behind them. “Who was—”
“Oh, my sweet Savannah!” Aunt Michelle hustled up the hall, wiping her hands on an
old apron tied around her waist. “It’s so good to see you.”
The familiar face held more wrinkles than Savannah remembered, her aunt’s long
blonde hair now gray and thinning. But the beautiful blue eyes were still the
same—loving and gentle.
“It’s good to see you, too.” She ignored the strangers poking their heads into the
hall from different doorways and fell into a comforting embrace. “Thank you for
the dinner invitation.”
“Oh, please,” her aunt chastised. “You don’t need an invitation. Come around any
time.”
There was a whirlwind of introductions. Her aunt took position on her right, gushing
with affection and compliments, while Dominic remained on her left, muttering
snide comments that threatened to make her laugh.
A timer dinged from the kitchen, a welcome reprieve as her aunt excused herself
and left Savannah to take a breath. There had to be twenty people crammed into
the small house. All of them smiling and friendly, unlike the man outside who
still lingered in her thoughts.
“You want a drink?” Dominic nudged her elbow.
Hell yes. “Please.”
She followed him to the back of the house, into the laundry, and toward a
fridge stocked full of beer, wine, and pre-mixed drinks.
“Help yourself.”
He held the door open while she grabbed a small bottle of something red and no
doubt comatosingly sweet. “Thanks.”
“I’m gonna hit the bathroom.” He closed the fridge door and looked at her in
concern. “Can you survive for a few minutes without me?”
“I guess I’ll have to. I’m not going to follow you to the toilet.”
Obviously,” he drawled. “You gave up that opportunity when we were eight.”
“Twelve.”
“Ten.”
He chuckled and walked from the room, leaving her alone with the hovering
threat of chatter from the other end of the house.
It was time to go incognito. She didn’t have the energy to smile at strangers.
Alcohol would help, but for now, she needed cool fresh air…and maybe another
glimpse at the menacing eyes of the man she’d met on the porch.
She shoved the bottle into her coat pocket and sauntered down the hall, measuring
her steps to lessen the clap of her heels. She reached the front door without
notice and pulled it open, slipping into the darkness of twilight without a
word.
The man was still at the end of the porch, a beer bottle now visible in his hand as
he leaned over, resting his elbows on the bannister. He didn’t acknowledge her
presence. She supposed a man with arrogance ebbing off him in waves didn’t have
to. His dismissal gave her the opportunity to appreciate his ass stretched in
well-worn jeans and the perfection of how his black jacket rested at his hips
to give her an unhindered view.
“Hi,” she offered for a second time.
He didn’t move, didn’t even spare her a glance as she approached the bannister. He
continued staring straight ahead as he lifted the beer bottle to his lips and
took a long pull.
“It’s a lovely night for a family dinner.” Was he a distant relative? God, she hoped
not, otherwise Dominic’s inbred tendencies were rubbing off on her.
He replied with a jut of his chin. A jut of his God. Damn. Chin.
What an asshole. And wasn’t she just the stupidest set of ovaries to walk the earth,
because it only made her itch to push his blatant need for solitude, to poke at
him with questions until he acknowledged her with the respect she deserved. The
respect any human deserved.
“So… you like beer…” she drawled, glib as hell.
The corner of his mouth twitched as he continued to focus on the street. But still,
no answer.
She could smell him, could practically taste his delicious aftershave on her tongue
with each inhalation. He was a taunt to all her senses…well, except her ears
because the pretentious ass wouldn’t say a word.
He took another swig from his bottle and straightened to face her. She could see
his eyes now, the steely silver, almost blue, that made her shiver with their
ferocity. He was tall, too. At least an inch above her even with her heels.
She pulled the pre-mix bottle from her jacket pocket and twisted the lid to keep
her hands busy. She could see two outcomes eventuating. Either he would smile,
knocking her off her feet with the brilliance of his appeal. Or he was going to
pull a gun from the inside of his jacket and blow her brains out.
Player or gangster. He could totally pull off both.
“I’m usually a wine drinker myself.” She raised the bottle of bubbly red liquid in
her hand, slowly tilting it to her mouth. She took a sip, licked the alcohol
from her lips in a deliberately seductive provocation, then lowered the bottle
again.
Still, he gave her nothing. Noth-ing. He was the most accomplished jerk she’d ever come
across, and yet she still couldn’t ditch the intrigue and walk away. Without a
word, he had her tied around his little finger, begging for attention.
“I like your jeans.” She ogled his crotch, wanting to return the discomfort of how
humiliating this one-sided conversation was becoming. “They’re snug.”
His lips quirked, giving her a glimpse of straight white teeth. Asshole. Asshole.
Ass-hole!
He was gorgeous, the faintest hint of humor turning his dangerous
eyes playful. She lifted the bottle to her mouth again, this time ignoring any
pretense of seduction as she gulped at the liquid.
“Are you always this charm—”
The front door creaked open and she turned to find Dominic eying them both
skeptically. “What’s going on?”
She smiled, the biggest, fakest smile she had in her arsenal. “I’m having an
in-depth conversation with this lovely gentleman.”
“Really?”
Dominic frowned, his brows pulling deeper with every passing second.
“Yep.”
There was gushing amounts of sarcasm in her tone. “First we conversed about our
drinking habits, then fashion. I was about to bring up the topic of politics
and world peace when you rudely interrupted.”
She glanced at the man in the corner, an arrogant smirk now curving those sensuous
lips. He wasn’t the only one capable of being a jerk.

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Kenneth Gordon grew up in Milford, NH and still lives in that state. He currently has three novels with Class Act Books:  Dark City, Cadre of Vampires, and Harmonic Differential.

He took creative writing in college and after graduation, short stories and some fan fiction. When he isn’t writing scifi-infused horror novels or horror-touched science fiction, Ken plays PC games, electric and acoustic guitars, and drums. He also holds a brown belt in Kung Fu.

 


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What does it mean to be human? How can we explain evil in the world? What if an AI confronts you about a flaw in your programming?

Join Jeremiah Xidorn as he is taken from the world he thinks he knows into a place of decision. Will he side with his captors; will he fight back? Delve into these and other questions…

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“I’ve been promoted. I am now in my boss’ position.” Joe flailed his arms with glee.

“That’s great. Congratulations!” they all said in unison.

“Where’s Joe?”

“I don’t know. He just left. An appointment I guess,” Sarah responded.

“The ’droids are settin’ things up, so I’ll stay out of their hair for a bit.” Jeremiah spun around as if to show off to his friends. . Something was off, but he couldn’t pin it down. Joe had disappeared, and no one seemed to know where he went.

“I’ll find him,” he told himself and bolted for his new office.

The androids had done their work quicker than expected, and Jeremiah’s office was quiet when he got there. He had to use the scanner to get in. Immediately, he was taken aback. On his desk were pictures of his family that he didn’t put there. Setting that thought aside for the moment, he jacked into the phone system and sent the sequence to dial.

He called Joe’s office. No answer. A moment later, he called the central office to see if Joe could be located.

The automated attendant replied, “We are sorry, that person is no longer employed at this company.”

A sense of panic raised the hair on the back of his neck. Immediately, he ran with every ounce of strength to his friend’s office. It was empty. No trace that Joe worked there or had ever worked there was found. It was swept clean.

“Maybe I went to the wrong place,” he thought. “All these offices look the same.”

To his own chagrin, he knew too well the location of his friend’s office. The paranoia built to a steady state when, upon finding his other compatriots, they had no knowledge

that Joe had ever been part of their group. Jeremiah’s heart sank. He even checked the payroll office and no trace of his friend could be found.

“I think I’ll go home. I’m not feeling well,” he said out loud.

The security desk saw him approach. “We’re sorry you aren’t feeling well. Go home.”

Even in his emotional state, he couldn’t detect any emotion coming from the people behind the desk. It was as if they had been replaced by replicants. “Yeah, thanks. I will.”

Jeremiah made his way to a CAB, slid in and told it where to go. He was going over to Joe’s house. The place where he lived was no longer a single family dwelling, but a high rise multi-unit condo style building. There was no trace that Joe ever existed.

Jeremiah checked the street sign to make sure the CAB didn’t take him to the wrong place.

There was no mistake. Joe had been intentionally erased.

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“There is a cadre of vampires in my town, but no one believes me!” These words were spoken into an electronic device that was found in the woods. John Abbott is now missing! Follow Deputy Sheriff Fred Turner as the mystery deepens and people who had gone missing are now showing up on a lonely road at night with glowing red eyes, pale skin, bald heads, and a taste for blood. Is it all real or just a delusion fabricated by a tortured soul?

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“I may have made many trips to the future, to the past and points all over the galaxy, but I cannot remember any of them…”

This is how the journey of Andros, an astrophysicist professor at Berkley, CA begins. He is driven mad by dreams of whirling lights he cannot explain. These dreams lead him to build a ship capable of travel to the future, the past and alternate universes. The only problem is, once he returns, he cannot remember the journey. To overcome this, he uses a video camera attached to his head to record his adventures.

Andros awakes thinking it all was a dream, until a mysterious package arrives in the mail.

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Brand New from Ellie Masters

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HEART’S INSANITY

an Angel Fire

Rock Romance

Join the Release BLITZ!

It’s BOOK RELEASE TIME!! Come join us as we celebrate Ellie’s new Contemporary Rock Romance!

Heart’s Insanity: An Angel Fire Rock Romance available AUGUST 9, 2016!!

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Skye Summers endured a tragic past. She wants what the past stole, and despite lingering scars, she’s surviving and thriving. Now she cures the sick, heals the wounded, and takes care of those clinging to life. The only person she can’t heal is herself, because Skye is too broken for love.

Ash Dean has it all: Fame, fortune, and the adoration of screaming fans. The constant parties, drugs, alcohol, and an endless string of one-night stands are taking their toll. He gives and his fans take, until he’s lost within the crowd. He wants someone to see him for the man he wishes to be rather than the one he’s become.

One fate…

Two lives…

Three Days…

That’s the proposition…

It would be insane to accept and Skye’s a fool to agree, but she’s tired of playing it safe, besides what could go wrong?

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Skye pushed past the morning Metro commuters and fumbled for the lanyard at her neck, not interested in engaging in another conversation with Ash.

The frigid wind spilled down the long escalators descending into the DC Metro along with a crowd of bundled travelers. A true feat of engineering, the warren of Metro lines, and cavernous design of the platforms, kept the busy subway system of the nation’s capitol one of the cleanest among large metropolitan cities. Why was he chasing her down? The last thing she needed was some cocksure asshole trying to pick her up.

“Goddammit. Stop,” Ash yelled, three steps away. She stretched towards the turnstile, ready to swipe her pass, but then his hand fell on her shoulder and yanked her to a stop.

With a yelp, she reached for his wrist, or tried to. She’d forgotten about the drink she carried. Hot cocoa spewed out directly toward his chest, and the steaming liquid splattered across his taut, white cotton shirt.

Although many of those passing by gawked, as a whole, the crowd parted around them. “Oh my God!” The empty paper cup tumbled to the floor, and Skye shook out her hand, hot cocoa flying. Droplets splattered his jeans and the tops of his converse sneakers. The tail end of the dark, chocolaty goodness coated his hand as well as his shirt. “Fuck.” He pulled the burning fabric away from his chest.

Only then did she notice her backpack slung over his shoulder. Her attention shifted from the dark brown stain on his shirt, to the burning hot cocoa dripping off his hand, and back to her bag. “I’m so sorry.”

She prayed the liquid had cooled enough not to scald. Ash pinched his shirt and held it out from his body. His nose scrunched. “What the fuck is this?” He leveled the full intensity of his gaze on her. Then he sniffed his shirt. “That’s not coffee.” The wet t-shirt outlined a six-pack beneath the drenched fabric, and she couldn’t help but stare.

“It’s cocoa.”

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He pressed the pad of his thumb against her lip.

“I feel bad about your drink.” Her knees nearly bucked, weakened under the press of that thumb. He had found a way inside her private bubble, and the way he took her in, with those mesmerizing eyes, made her world tilt and tremble.

When his palm cupped her jaw, her stomach tumbled. Pressing a palm to her belly did nothing to calm the riot going on in there.

And then it happened. His eyes shifted between her mouth and her eyes, and he leaned in for a kiss.

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Ellie Masters has been exploring the worlds of romance, dark erotica, science fiction, and fantasy by reading and writing the stories she likes to read. When not writing, Ellie can be found outside, where her passion for all things outdoor reigns supreme: off­ roading, ATV-ing, scuba diving, hiking, and breathing fresh air, are just a few of her favorite pursuits.

Wife, lover, and mother are her most treasured roles, but Ellie has played many parts: counter-girl at McDonalds, a research assistant in a Nanofabrication facility, rocket scientist, physician, and now a published author with the release of her debut novel Changing Roles. Ellie is adding to her publications, HEART’S INSANITY: an Angel Fire Rock Romance coming August 2016.

She has lived all over the United States, east, west, north, south and central, but grew up under the Hawaiian sun. Now, Ellie is proud to call herself a Southern transplant, learning to say y’all and ‘bless her heart’ with the best of them. She lives with her beloved husband, two children who refuse to flee the nest, and four fur-­babies; three cats who rule the household, and a dog who wants nothing other than for the cats to be his friends. The cats have a different opinion regarding this matter.

Ellie’s favorite way to spend an evening is curled up on a couch, laptop in place, watching a fire, drinking a good wine, and bringing forth all the characters from her mind to the page and hopefully into the hearts of her readers.

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The story is set in Hobart, the capital of Tasmania, the most southern state in Australia. A most beautiful place. I went there a few years back and imagined how it would be to live in this city, how to adapt as a “non-local”, and bit by bit I wrote the story of two sisters moving there.
Obviously, I added a little romance into the story as well – so I added Mark and Zach.
This is the second edition of NEW BEGINNINGS.
The story is now a bit sexier and has also received another edit.
Literary Chanteuse’s review:This author has a way of endearing her characters and it is easy to fall in love with them. An intriguing story with emotion, love and hope.
Sharon’s review: “This was a very enjoyable read and it left me wanting just a little bit more. I highly recommend it.
“Other people have to fight battles in their life as well.”
~~  New Beginnings ~~
(2nd Edition)
by Iris Blobel
♥♦♥  SYNOPSIS ♥♦♥
The chance to start life all over with the help of a stranger.
Twenty-two-year-old Sophie Levesque has been guardian to her eight-year-old sister Mia since their mother’s death a few years ago, and it hasn’t been easy. Luck comes their way when they inherit a small house in Hobart. Problem is, though, they don’t know and have never heard of Clara Bellinger, the testator. Settling into their new life, Sophie is still afraid it’s all a mistake.
 
Mark O’Connor, attorney in Hobart and the bearer of the good news for Sophie and Mia, curses himself for the lack of information about the testator. However, researching the questions gives him an opportunity to see Sophie again, and the more time he spends with the two, the more he realises that his life is missing something. And it’s not his casual lover Linda.
 
But then there’s Zach, Sophie’s sexy neighbour from across the road… and a very good friend of Clara’s.
 
Will unravelling the mystery unravel Sophie and Mark’s promise of a future?
♥♦♥ MEET THE AUTHOR ♥♦♥
IRIS BLOBEL
Iris Blobel was born and raised in Germany and only immigrated to Australia in the late 1990s. Having had the travel bug most of her life, Iris spent quite some time living in Scotland, London as well as Canada where she met her husband. Her love for putting her stories onto paper has only emerged recently, but now her laptop is a constant companion.
Iris resides west of Melbourne with her husband and her two beautiful daughters.
Next to her job at a private school, she also presents a German Program at the local Community Radio.
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We are so excited to share with you not only the cover for Dianne Duvall’s Rendezvous With Yesterday (The Gifted Ones, #2), but the synopsis, pre-order links, AND an amazing pre-order giveaway!
RENDEZVOUS WITH YESTERDAY
The Gifted Ones Book 2
By Dianne Duvall
Coming October 17, 2016
Special Pre-Order Discounted Price—$4.99
Modern-day bounty hunter Bethany Bennett helps her brother track two fugitives to a forest outside of Houston, Texas. But what should have been a routine apprehension of two bail skippers spirals out of control and ends in violence. After Beth and her brother are both seriously injured, a mysterious figure suddenly looms over her. And, when the smoke clears, Beth finds herself not only in another place, but in another time.
As Lord Robert, Earl of Fosterly, attempts to identify and track down the nameless enemy who has been plaguing his lands and people with violence, the most peculiar woman stumbles into his path. Small, vulnerable, yet possessed of a bold, fiery spirit and wicked sense of humor, she persists in dubbing Robert and his men members of something called a medieval reenactment group . . . until she sees his castle and labels herself mad. It seems bounty hunter Bethany Bennett has come to him from the future, bringing with her laughter and chaos, swiftly winning the hearts of his people and inspiring within him a love he thought he would never experience again. But when Robert discovers a way for her to return to her time, will the love they share be enough to keep them together?
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About the Author:
Dianne Duvall is the New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author of the Immortal Guardians paranormal romance series and The Gifted Ones series. Her books have twice been nominated for the RT Reviewers’ Choice Award for Best Vampire Romance and are routinely deemed Top Picks by RT Book Reviews, The Romance Reviews, and/or Night Owl Reviews. Reviewers have called Dianne’s books “utterly addictive” (RT Book Reviews), “fast-paced and humorous” (Publishers Weekly), “extraordinary” (Long and Short Reviews), and “wonderfully imaginative” (The Romance Reviews).

Dianne loves all things creative. When she isn’t writing, Dianne is active in the independent film industry and has even appeared on-screen, crawling out of a moonlit grave and wielding a machete like some of the vampires she has created in her books.

For the latest news on upcoming releases, contests, and more, please visit http://www.DianneDuvall.com. You can also find Dianne online . . .

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To celebrate the upcoming release and to thank readers who pre-order Rendezvous With Yesterday, Dianne is launching a big Pre-Order Giveaway with multiple prizes, including Amazon Gift Cards, tote bags, signed books, coffee mugs, and more.  You can learn more on her website — www.DianneDuvall.com — or fill out the form below to enter to win:

 

Cover Reveal from Max Henry

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Title: Malaise
Author: Max Henry
Genre: New Adult Romance
Release Date: TBA
Final exams and end of year parties don’t seem so important at your brother’s funeral. 

Two short weeks, and Meg would have survived her senior year relatively unscathed. But when her best and only friend—her brother—dies in a questionable road accident, being the loner in her year doesn’t fit as well as it used to.

One act of kindness from the man her small town isolated amidst rumors and lies, and her hope for a day where pain won’t overwhelm her doesn’t seem so far-fetched. Brett Carver is trouble with a capital T, but he’s also the only person who can get Meg to let go and smile. 

Some good things are never meant to last.

Arrested for a crime he didn’t commit, the man who finally found a way to bring light back to her dark days is ripped away when she needs him most. Determined not to lose the only good thing to have come out of her year from hell, Meg sets out to prove Brett isn’t guilty. But first, she must accept the ugly truth …

… that the people who can prove his innocence are the same people who will do all it takes to keep them apart.

 

“Talk to me, Carver.”

He shuffles his arm so that he can stroke the hair from my face while still holding his weight. “Have you ever been kissed, Meg?”

I open my mouth to speak when he cuts me short.

“Not those stupid kisses you steal with some boy you hardly know while nobody’s looking, but a real kiss. One that you wish wouldn’t end, that you could hold on to and keep?”

I hold his gaze as I shake my head; my heart alights at the anticipation of what’s coming next. Age is only a number. What does it matter if we’re two consenting adults? I’m not naïve; I know where this leads. And I’m not scared.

I’m ready.

For him.

For us.

The bed dips as Carver rolls his body over top of mine, propping himself up on both elbows, either side of my head. Our hips connect, the weight of his body comforting as much as it’s exhilarating. His chest brushes mine with each breath.

“Truth or dare?”

“Pardon?” Isn’t he supposed to close this space between us and take what he wants?

“Truth or dare, Meg. Pick one.”

“Truth.” Always.

“The truth is,” he says slightly breathless, “is that I wished you’d said dare.” His eyes search mine and his pupils dilate. “Dare me, Meg. Don’t give me a reason to wait any longer.”

Max is the author of dark, and highly emotional romance. Her Butcher Boys series is centered around a group of ex-street kids who have teamed up with an indebted motorcycle club to take down a notorious drug lord. And her new series, the Fallen Aces MC, is a spin-off from this dark and dangerous world. Her writing has been described as ‘gripping’, and ‘addictive’, taking you on an ’emotional roller coaster ride’.

Originally born and bred in New Zealand, Max now resides with her family in beautiful and sunny Queensland, Australia. Life with two young children can be hectic at times, and although she may not write as often as she would like, Max wouldn’t change a thing. When she’s not engrossed in her dark and twisted fictional worlds, she can be found enjoying the outdoors while 4wd-ing with her family.

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Double Cover Reveal from HT Publishing

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 Titles: Unintentional: North American Edition & International Edition
Genre: Friends-to-Lovers Contemporary Romance
Cover Designer: RMGraphx
Publisher: Hot Tree Publishing
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Unintentional: North American Edition
Their eyes had met a thousand times, their smiles always easy and honest. All it takes is that one moment for everything to change. When their eyes are opened, no longer does “just friends” seem good enough.
Authors:
1. Amy K. McClung
2. Vanessa Morse
3. Gabbi Grey
4. S. Hartley
5. Dahlia Donovan
6. Lindsay Detwiler
7. Randi Perrin:
8. Gen Ryan
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Unintentional: International Edition
Fall in love with Unintentional: International Edition, a collection of nine friends-to-lovers HEA stories by nine amazing international authors. Happy ever afters really do come true.
Authors:
1. Eva King
2. Michelle Irwin
3. A.L. Simpson
4. Aria Peyton
5. Megan Lowe
6. Ashlea Rhodes
7. Becca L’Amour
8. Louisa Masters
9. Gaeille Vanderspek 
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THE TUES-DATE – Vanessa Morse
Through the years, Adam and Tara have grown to depend on each other and share a love deeper than either is willing to admit. Roommates, best friends, unmistakable soulmates… until one day, one date everything changes.

WHERE SHE BELONGS- Lindsay Detwiler

When Emeline Jackson’s life plans crumble, her best friend Brent helps her rediscover herself in their hometown. She didn’t come home to find love, but a lot can change in a summer.

JUST WHAT I NEED – Randi Perrin 

It started out innocent enough, one friend lending a shoulder for the other to cry on. But when Brad wakes up next to Jules the following morning, it stirs an awakening in him, and he’ll go to great lengths to prove she’s everything he needs.

CARESSA’S HOMECOMING – Gabbi Grey 

When Caressa comes home from volunteering as a nurse in Africa, she knows she will reunite with her friend Michael. What she doesn’t expect is just how much he missed her and how glad he is that she’s finally home.

PATIENCE – S. Hartley 

Patience is more than just a song to Madison—it’s what her rocker best friend has given her for years. Finally ready to be more than friends, will Cale have any left give?

BENEFITS WITH FRIENDS – Amy K McClung 

Zoey makes the ultimate request of her best friend Rex. Though she never imagined the impact it would have on their relationship.

ALWAYS AND FOREVER – Gen Ryan

Hadley and Todd have always been there for each other, especially through their countless dead-end relationships. Will they both finally accept they are destined to be each other’s always and forever?

ALL LATHERED UP – Dahlia Donovan 

Vi has known her best friend, Geoff, since childhood, though growing up meant being separated by distance and decisions. Neither realizes the impact exchanging postcards will have on their growing feelings. Could it be love?

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YOU NEVER KNOW – Aria Peyton
When Miranda comes home engaged from a cruise, it doesn’t take long for her bestie, Scott, to realise he feels something more for her. Will he get a chance to tell her or is he too late?

SEALED WITH A LOVING KISS – Ashlea Rhodes 

Letters of hope and love help Alex through his darkest days and bring him closer to Heather, and a friendship and love that could last a lifetime.

TAKE A SHOT – Michelle Irwin 

Holly thinks Logan is cute and sweet, much like a little brother. When the opportunity of a lifetime presents itself, will he take a shot to convince her he’s no longer the kid she’s looked out for since high school?

MIXED SIGNALS – A.L. Simpson 

Best friends turn to each other in good times and bad. Can Piper help Dalton through tragedy or has their friendship been shattered?

JUST LIKE ALWAYS – Megan Lowe

When your best friend needs support, there’s no hesitation in being there for her. It’s also the perfect opportunity to let her know exactly how good things could be.

LOST WITHOUT YOU- Becca L’Amour

When your one chance at love leaves you torn in two, only memories remain. Can Anastasia and Jason’s friendship and new-found love be repaired to what it once was?

TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS OF ONLINE DATING – Louisa Masters 

Samantha turns to online dating to meet a man who’ll make her heart beat faster, but it’s her best friend —and friend with benefits—Levi who’s there for her when dates go bad. Has her friendship with Levi become more than she thought?

CLAIMED AND BRANDED – Gaeille Vanderspek

Heart sore from watching her best friend tangled up in endless scandals with no-good women, Vicki Edwards decides to move to New York and start over. But Jared is determined to make her stay, and he’s not afraid to play dirty.

FROM THE START – Eva King 

Two old friends reunite under dramatic circumstances. Will the prison walls tear them apart or will they make their relationship stronger?
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