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Synopsis

What do you do when everything you had planned out for yourself gets changed in one summer? Do you embrace the new or fight to keep things the same?

For seventeen year old Kinzleigh everything was going just as she always planned. She had great friends, went to a school she loved, and always knew she was destined for greatness. One step already completed towards acquiring the job she has forever dreamed of, a pro football cheerleader. Nothing and no one was going to stand in her way, especially not love. What she doesn't expect is for her parents to suddenly change everything and send her spiraling into a life she didn't want for herself, especially after meeting one blue eyed boy she can't stop dreaming about. Her life is changing at every turn. She is learning that sometimes life has different plans than our own. When she finally accepts the hand fate has dealt, everything is ripped from her once again.

Can she accept the ugly fate that was chosen for her or will she fight to once again accept it.

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Excerpt

I finally reach the end and sit, placing my legs over the side, but because
of my height they do not reach the water. The night begins to replay through my
thoughts. I can't believe everything I've worked so hard for is crashing down
around me. Being squad captain of one of the top 5 squads in the country
guaranteed me a spot on almost any college in the country. Even if this Hicksville
town, Mississippi has a cheer leading squad, will they even have room for
another cheerleader? Do they even compete? Now, I'm going to have to work
harder just to get a tryout at the colleges I'm interested in.

Why would my parents just pick up and move us when I have one year of
high school left? How do they expect me to just leave everything I know behind
and start over? I have friends here, family, that has to
mean something to them.
This isn't fair. Maybe I can think of a way to stay behind. I just have to. My
parents have got to understand what this will do to me. I just want to wake up
and realize this is all a dream. All I can do is stare out at the ocean, lost in
thought.

All of my emotions finally catch up to me and the tears start to fall, heavier
this time. I can't stop them anymore. I don't know what to do. Everything was
going great in my life and now the misery is about to begin. I don't even try to
wipe the tears away anymore, I just let them flow. I don't understand out of all the
states in the continental U.S., why my parents have to choose some po-dunk
town in Mississippi. I can't imagine the kind of people that reside there. After that
big hurricane, Katrina I think, they had people walking around barefooted and
missing teeth. Do they even have shopping malls and designer clothes, I wonder,
or is it full of trailer parks and cow fields. My stomach turns at the thought.
I'm not sure how long I've been sitting there, staring at the water, but my
back is beginning to hurt and I'm growing tired from crying, but the tears continue
to fall. I should just go home and go to bed, but I'm not ready to face my parents
yet. I lay back against the pier, looking into the sky. Its dark, but the sky is clear.
There is not a cloud for miles. It's beautiful glancing out at all the stars, shining
brightly. It's also a full moon tonight. A strange peacefulness begins to wash over
me, causing me to close my eyes. Clearly my mind is not in normal territory,
because I would never close my eyes late at night on a public beach. There are
too many creeps out there.

I couldn't have been laying there but what seemed like a few minutes. I
must have dozed off when, "Mind if I join you," flows through my ears in a deep,
raspy voice. My eyes pop open and a tall familiar face is
standing over me,
looking down, with a smile on his face.

I begin to panic and sit up in a hurry, embarrassed. Embarrassment is a
rare trait for me and this guy has brought it out twice in one day. "I'm sorry, I don't
usually do this, it's been a bad night." I look back out at the water, gripping the
side of the pier, as if the most beautiful boy isn't standing behind me. Right then, I
can feel his breathing on the back of my neck, quickening my heart rate. In the
short time, he has managed to squat behind me, the inside of each knee resting
against my side.

He begins to whisper in my ear, "May I keep you company for a while? I'll
be quiet if that's what you need." His breath is so light, it tickles my ear. I can
barely breath, let alone speak, so I just nod. My head is fuzzy and I can't think
when he's this close.

He sits beside me and removes his shoes, placing his feet in the water. I'm
finally able to exhale the breath I've been holding. "How long have you been
here?" I turn and glance at him, to find that he's staring at me. I don't know where
this guy is from, I don't really care, but he's gorgeous. I never take an interest in a
guy, it's one of my few rules, but following rules have gotten me nowhere,
obviously. I'm not thinking clearly anyway, I guess I can break my rule and enjoy
his company for a while. He is leaving soon anyway and right now I need a
distraction from all this bad news.

He reaches out slowly, as if he's afraid I'll run away, placing his hand over
my cheek, rubbing his thumb underneath my eye, freeing it from the wetness of
the tears. Great, I have no idea what I look like right now. "I needed to clear my
head and came to the beach, I saw you standing by the water earlier, are you
okay?"

My eyes close at the warmth from his hand. I should be mad he followed
me, but I can't. I just want him near me, but no personal questions. I don't need
him to know me or what makes me tick. I don't need any complications. I open
my eyes to him staring at my lips. "Can we just exist together without trying to
obtain personal quota? Let's just enjoy casual company, two people needing
nothing from each other. Clearly you're not from here, meaning you'll be gone
soon. I'm not one of those girls that needs or wants to know everything about you
nor do I want to spill my entire life to you. We don't have to pretend with each
other, lets call this what it is. Can you do that?"

He just stares at me as if he's trying to figure me out, like I'm a book full of
secrets. He seems lost in my eyes, amused, confused, I don't know. We sit there
staring at each other as if we can't pull away. He doesn't say anything, just bites
his lip as if he's trying to answer his own question, or to make a decision. I'm
about to get up and walk away, when his other hand reaches behind my neck,
pulling me closer. His lips stop in front of mine, close enough to touch, when he
whispers, "Beautiful," and crashes his lips to mine.

His lips are so soft and full, but needy. His warm tongue slips through the
opening of my lips, requesting entry. Our tongues taste, touch, and dance
together. A moan, barely more than a whisper, escapes my lips. I run my hands
across his arms and up his neck, into the back of his hair. My heart is beating
wildly. Foreign emotions are running through my body. I have never felt this need
before, but it's as if my body needs more. Suddenly, I feel like I need to cross my
legs from the spasms down below. What is he doing to me? What does this
mean? He turns, laying me against the pier. He has one hand on my waist, the
other beside my head, holding his weight above me, like when we were at the
beach. He continues to kiss me, taking my bottom lip into his mouth, lightly
sucking. He makes a low growling sound from his throat. I'm not sure why until I
feel his need pressed against the bottom of my belly, making my eyes go wide
from surprise. Oh no, I can't go there. As if he can sense my panic, he stops. He
kisses me one last time softly and releases my lips.

He looks me in the eyes, a smile growing across his face. He brushes his
fingers through my hair, down my arm and grabs me by the hand, interlacing his
fingers with mine. "Nothing personal huh, I think I can do that." His lips brush
mine quickly before he moves back to his spot of the pier, pulling me by my hand
to sit between his legs. "I promise I'll be good for the rest of the night. I've just
wanted to do that all day."

I'm completely and utterly speechless. I have no idea what I'm doing. I
never do reckless or unplanned things like this. I have no idea who this guy is,
really, and now I'm sitting on the pier making out with him. I really need to get my
head back in the game. I always think everything through before I make a
decision. Being around him takes away my ability to process. Right now there are
so many unknowns, but what I do know is that I'm not ready for it to end just yet.

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Meet the Author

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Charisse Reid lives in the small town of Purvis, Mississippi. She is married with a
four year old daughter. She developed a love for reading through iBooks
and
Kindle app, on her iPad, a year ago she never would have imagined. She loves
to escape for a while through the characters of a good romance. Any romance
will do, but she has developed a passion for indie authors. They seem to usually
develop the best stories in her opinion. Her personal favorite is Young Adult and
rocker romance. Got to love those tattooed bad boys right? She never would
have dreamed of writing until a fellow author friend mentioned she should try it
through editing a work in progress for her.
At first, she thought it was funny because editing was as close as she thought
she would get to the creative side of book writing, but then came up with a
storyline and decided to give it a shot. Now she absolutely loves to write and has
several books lined up that she cannot wait to share with the world.

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Music of the Soul - Katie Ashley

Title: Music of the Soul (Runaway Train #2.5)

Author: Katie Ashley

Published: Dec. 30, 2013

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Synopsis:

On vacation in the tropical paradise of St. Lucia...

Martin and Abby never intended to meet anyone while they were away. Circumstance, however, pushes them together in spite of their expectations. With an entire vacation week with nothing to do but spend time together, Martin and Abby forge a connection unlike anything either had felt before. With Abby’s conservative nature and Martin’s refusal to be the player he had once been, the couple keeps themselves physically apart...until they can’t.

They collide into a friction that sparks a blazing need to stay together. Keeping the heat alive from opposite ends of the country, though, may prove too difficult. Distance and circumstance become very ugly words in this couple’s vocabulary.

Excerpt:

 

"Do I get to see what’s under your robe?” He grinned wickedly as he reached for the belt.

She giggled and turned away. “Not yet! I have to finish my wine first. You should

have thought of that before you poured me a glass,” she said laughing wickedly

at the look on his face.

 

Martin groaned and dropped his head back on the couch, but then he got an ornery look

on his face. He sat up and guzzled the last of his wine. He took her glass from

her and tipped back the remainder of hers, too, sounding a refreshed “ahh”

through his smile.

"Hey!" she said, laughing with him.

 

"Ok, Wine’s not an issue,” he grinned at her. “Show me.”

 

 

Still laughing a bit, she stood up and walked across the room from him. He stayed in

his spot on the couch and waited for her to drop the robe. Like the seductress

that she was, she stood there for a long moment, her makeup subtle-sexy and her

beautiful auburn hair in a messy, wavy up-sweep.

 

 

She did nothing but look at him with heated eyes. She too-slowly reached for the

belt and then stopped. She toyed with the ends of the terry-cloth rope that

held the fabric closed around her.

 

 

"You know you’re killing me over here, right?” he asked, loving her playful side.

 

 

"Well, we can’t have that,” she said, pulling the belt loose but leaving the robe

firmly closed around her body. “Are you sure you’re ready for this?”

 

 

"I did mention the death part, right?” he said, laughing. “I’m more than

ready, Abby. Show me.”

 

"Can't say I didn’t warn you…” and with that, she opened the robe and let it fall to

the floor. Martin gaped at the sight in front of him. Never in his life, ever,

had he seen anything so unbelievably sexy as what he saw in front of him in

that moment. He must have inadvertently made a deal with the devil in order to

have that in the room with him. She was absolutely, sinfully provocative. 

 

His eyes raked down her body, pausing at every sexy, delicious curve. She wore a

deep emerald corset with wickedly erotic black lace trim. The bodice hugged her

ribs tightly and tucked her already tiny waist into a perfect hourglass center.

The satin flared back out to accent her hips in a way that made him want to

worship at her feet.

 

 

Then, as if that weren’t enough, the bottom rim of ribbon and lace held black garters

that traced sexy lines down to black thigh-highs. Those alluring sheer hose

hugged her legs with a lace border that nearly danced around the soft, creamy

skin of her thighs. His eyes traveled back up to rest on her full breasts

straining against the satin laced up to a bow between them.

 

 

The exaggerated curves were even more accented by a wisp of hair that waved down

her neck and nestled in her substantial cleavage. He noticed one last detail

around her hips. A scant strip of lace served as panties. She obviously put

those on over the garters. He could strip them off and leave her in the corset

and thigh-highs if he wanted to.

 

 

Oh. Sweet. God. He wanted to.

 

 

"Damn..." was the only word he could think to say as he walked the length of the room in

about four long strides. His hands gripped around her ribs and he could feel

the heat of their skin reacting through the satin and ribbings. He jerked her

forward that way, her whole body following the constraints of the corset. She

fell into him hard and let her hands rest at his chest.

 

 

He was no longer laughing with her playfully. Now he was so sexed-out he was ready

to throw her down and take her hard. She looked at him with wide, expecting

eyes, wanting the same thing. He hoped she was expecting the animal side of

him, because that’s exactly where she took him the minute she dropped her robe.

 

 

He grabbed her by the hair as he searched her mouth with his desperate tongue. His

other hand gripped at her back, bottom and shoulder with the full strength of

his desire. She was the only woman to evoke this kind of passion from deep

within, and he couldn’t turn it off. He jerked her hair back again to give

himself access to her neck.

Author

Bio:

I love a good love

story. I reread the first kiss a few times before I read on...even in my own

books. That moment gets me every time no matter how often I revisit that

beautiful connection. I dive into every story to the point where I have so many

fictional boyfriends that I can't keep track of them all.

In the world of reality, I have a loving and tolerant husband who smiles and rolls

his eyes every time I tell him about my latest fictional love affair. I have

two autistic pre-teen boys who keep me on my toes. I have

a psychotic Golden Retriever (I was told those don't exist...) and a cat that

rules our house. I used to be the queen. Our regal feline has usurped my throne

and demoted me to Prime Minister.


I studied English/Journalism at Miami University in Ohio, have a Master's Degree

in Secondary Education from the University of Dayton and I spent five years

teaching even more personality-rich pre-teens. For some sick reason, I actually

enjoyed teaching junior high. Now as a stay-at-home mom, I'm clinging to that

status by throwing my hat in the author's ring and hoping I get to keep it there.

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I didn't see it coming, didn't realize how different everything would be within the space of a month. I would fall in love with one man, I would kill another, and I would lose my body, my mind, my soul - my freedom to them. I was an operative, a strong woman, someone sent in to save others, but under these two men I became weak - or pretended to be. I didn't like being weak, it angered me. If I had free rein I could cut my masters in two. But I wasn't there for pride, I was there to free those women and to take down the two men who sold them as sex slaves.

Those men needed to be punished

And I would do it

No matter the cost

Or how much I lost

Because I am Rita Kovak

MY MASTERS' NIGHTMARE


#Dark Erotica

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"I walked into the hotel bar knowing there was a strong chance that I would be drugged and kidnapped by the end of the night. Which was exactly why I was there." Rita Kovak

“I now own your body, your mind, your soul,” he whispered. “You are mine to do as I please. I’m your master, your god, your nightmare...” Jagger D'Angelo speaking.

Sneering, he ran a hand over his chest, abs, and cock, cupping his balls. “You want me, we both know it; so you use any excuse to touch my body.” Frano D'Angelo speaking.

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Meet the Author

 

NATIONALITY AND CULTURAL CONNECTIONS: I'm a true blue Aucklander, born and bred in New Zealand. I tend to write about cultures I have connections to, such as Croatian and Maori. I would love to visit Croatia again as I have family there. However, in My Masters' Nightmare, I have started writing about Italians . My husband is part Italian and I also have a degree in Italian.

SPORTS: As a teen my favorite sports were karate, badminton, and running. I also did unarmed combat and played in a touch rugby team (my gym teacher made me do the last one!) Now, I stick to coaching soccer and running. I have completed two marathons, numerous half-marathons and one 30K run.

CAREER PATH: I started off as a Graphic Designer, then went to Auckland University, where I got a BA degree in Art History and Italian Studies and a post-graduate Honors degree in Art History. I worked in the Art History field, then became a full-time artist, doing commissions. I eventually lost all of my senses and gave it up to be a poor, starving writer, smh.

FAVORITE FOODS: I'm vegetarian. I love pasta based foods, tofu, chocolate mousse and golden queen peaches.

BAD HABITS: I'm a major procrastinator that can't seem to earn money to save myself!

STATUS: Married to my high school sweetheart (which he hates me calling him). We have two kids.

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Synopsis

 

“Make me, Channing. Make me fall. Push me, shove me, just make sure I get there.” I shout at him, taking a step back. His eyes clash with mine. I read the challenge there, making me take another step back.
He stalks the few steps to me and grabs my arms slamming his forehead down on mine, “I’ll make you.” His lips skim against mine as he continues to speak, “And I’ll be falling right there with you.”

 

 

Paisley Vaughn grew up on the wrong side of the tracks. After finding her mother dead from an overdose, Paisley and her baby sister are shipped off to live with her maternal grandparents.

She always knew they were rich, she just didn’t realize how rich they were. Now she’s being forced to go to a prestigious high school. One where the tuition is more money then she’s ever seen.

Thinking these rich kids are going to be snobbish and rude, she’s surprised to find the Vaughn name means she is untouchable. Well unless your name is Channing Southerland.

Paisley has to navigate her new life and all the new people in it. While her mother might have lied about her grandparents, no one is lying about Channing. He’s beautiful, mean, arrogant, and turning her on.

Before long a war is fought, leaving Paisley wondering if she’ll be ruined or made. Though she might just fall irrevocably in love.

 

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“Do you really want me to fall for you?” I whisper.

He gets up from the ground and runs his fingers through his hair. He seems frustrated but I don’t know why. “That’s what I want,” he whispers also. Looking back at me. I can’t see his eyes from here but I know what they look like. Full of fear and uncertainly. “I’m scared though. I’ve never been in a serious relationship. And I really don’t want to fuck this up.”

I’m scared too. Sometimes he consumes my thoughts and that was before I knew how he felt. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like to be with him and I screw up. But I know that I want to fall for him. I know deep in my soul that I will never have a love in my life like I would with Channing.

And that’s the scariest thought I’ve ever had.

“I don’t know if that’s what I want,” I tell him looking away.

He runs his fingers through his hair yet again. “Paisley, don’t fuck with my head. I’ve had enough of that in my life. I can’t do crazy bitches anymore.”

I flinch with the comparison to his mother. To my mother. “I’m not fucking with your head. Maybe we shouldn’t do this.”

I can see he’s pissed now. He’s unable to see my fear that I’m trying to push him away, like he was trying to push me away. “Stop. The. Fucking. Head. Games!” he yells, taking a deep breath after each word.

“I’m not!” I yell back. Who knows what the truth is anymore. I’ve been screwed by a lot of people, but I’m still here. I wouldn’t survive being fucked over by Channing. I wouldn’t survive him breaking my heart.

“Dammit Paisley! Open your fucking eyes! This is fucking real. You and me, that’s real. What we feel isn’t a fling. I’ve never felt this way about anyone in my life. Don’t take it from me,” his voice is pleading.

My body breaks out in a cold sweat and I wipe my palms on my leggings. My limbs shake and I don’t know if I’m mad or just plain fucked up. Maybe it’s me with the commitment issues. No, I know it is me. So I do something for myself, I let go of that fear. Though it comes out more like anger.

“Make me, Channing. Make me fall. Push me, shove me, just make sure I get there,” I shout at him, taking a step back. His eyes clash with me. I read the challenge there, making me take another step back.

He stalks the few steps to me and grabs my arms slamming his forehead down on mine. “I’ll make you.” His lips skim against mine as he continues to speak. “And I’ll be falling right there with you.”

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Meet Amanda

 

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I live in southern Arkansas with my husband and young daughter. There is also an insane Boston Terrier running around. I've always been a lone wolf and find my friends in books. I started writing at a young age and I haven't stopped since. Most days you can find me either glued to my laptop or my kindle. My first novel, This Beautiful Thing was an Amazon best seller for 11 weeks and a year later I'm still tickled to see people enjoy it. I may not be a huge seller but I have the best fans ever and I thank God everyday for every single one of them.

 

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Conflicted Love

Book #2 Needle's Kiss Series

Synopsis

(Conflicted Love is book #2 in the Needle's Kiss series and should be read AFTER Tattered Love to fully grasp the story.)

Trip’s life motto is simple: get in, get off, get out. His lifestyle works for him, that is until he finds himself in an unexpected situation with the one girl he can't seem to get out of his mind.

Teeny has been strong for too long. One amazing crazy night, with her best friend's cocky colleague, leaves her with more than just unwanted feelings and cravings she just can’t seem to quench.

She's knocked up.

He's freaked out. 

Life is about to get crazy for two people who can't stand to be close, yet can't seem to pull apart. Tension and confusion turn into mood swings and midnight snacks. How can things ever go back to simple times when every direction leads to chaos?

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Excerpt

I threw my leg over my bike and started for her. The streetlight out front was busted, causing the place to be darker than normal. There was just enough light that as I walked behind her, I could see her sexy little ass encased in those prissy jeans she always wore. I caught up to her at the bottom of the stairs and reached out to grab her arm before she made it any further. Next thing I knew, Teen spun, her fist flying right into my nose; at the same time, she drove her knee up into my groin, dropping me like a sack of shit to the ground.

“F*ckkkkkkkk” I moaned, cupping my junk, rolling up onto my knees, and trying to get my breath back. Pain shot up into my stomach with each attempt.


“Oh, it’s just you.” Teeny breathed hard. I looked up at her through narrowed eyes.


“Oh, it’s just…F*ck, Princess. What the hell’d you do that for?” I wheezed.


“Well, you deserved it. You don’t sneak up behind a chick and expect not to get hit. Now, get up, dipshit. You’re making a scene,” she hissed, looking around the complex.

Needle's Kiss Series

by Lola Stark

Book #1 

Tattered Love

Synopsis

When ex-Special Ops bad-ass Mace walks into Needle's Kiss tattoo parlour, he never expected to find the girl who would turn his life upside down.

Hard as nails Scarlett has been unlucky in love: she’s been burnt, chewed up and spat out. Reluctant to have another relationship, can she keep her wits about her when hot-as-sin Mace walks into her tattoo parlor? Or will he break her down and leave his mark within her ink?

What starts out as a little fun, turns into something so much more.

Can Scarlett look beyond Mace's devastating past or will his demons come back to haunt them both?

Content warning: contains steamy, anywhere-goes sex, an alcohol induced embarrassing night out and two headstrong lovers taken on a whirlwind of crazy.

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About the Author

Lola Stark lives in Australia. Is an at home mummy with no filter raising a hoard of minions and a husband who sometimes appears not to have grown up. Lola has loved to read for as long as she can remember. When not wrangling the family she can be found sitting at her computer , writing, facebooking or just generally messing around.

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