Saturday, May 16, 2015

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Lex Talionis (n.)- The law of retaliation, whereby a punishment resembles the offense committed in kind and degree.

Two wrongs. One right. He met her under the worst circumstances. She was still married. To the man who'd stolen from his company. But none of that would matter, because he would have her. At any cost.

To Chase Blaine, it really was that simple. Douglas Colton had stolen millions from Chase’s company. He had to pay. Chase had every intention of cornering the bastard and making sure he ended up in jail.

Then he came face-to-face with Douglas’s wife, Aria. One look at her changed all his plans, warping them into a much darker and perverse plot to get his revenge.

He would offer Douglas his freedom . . . in exchange for a single date with his wife.
To a man like Chase, a man that hadn’t truly felt emotions in a long time, Aria’s presence soon became more addicting than a drug. A problem considering that she might never forgive him for blackmailing her, despite the fact that at times she seems just as unwillingly fascinated by him as he is by her.

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GETTING AWAY FROM CHASE was impossible it seemed.
Lori and Adam finished eating, and then they left. Lori promising to call Aria on Monday, so she could drop off Adam in the morning. Aria had almost offered them a place to stay right there. The thought of them returning to the shelter irked her.  
Sadly, it wasn’t that simple for Aria. Taking care of Adam one day was one thing. With Douglas still coming and going, and things as they were at home, having Lori stay with her would just make it all that much more complicated.  
She didn’t want to put Lori and her kid in an awkward situation just because her husband was a worthless prick.  
That meant that the man following her back behind the counter was the only one in any real position to offer Lori help. But why had he done it? And why the hell was he following her?  
Aria pushed open the door leading to the service hallway and stopped, waiting for Chase. She crossed her arms and whirled around to face him, indignant and ready to give it to him good.  
One second passed. Then two. She blinked. He’d been following her. There was no way she could mistake the feel of him at her back.  
Chase walked out a second later. He shrugged into his blazer, looking like a sex icon compared to a regular man. His vest and dress shirt tightened across his chest as he adjusted his suit jacket.  
Aria’s arms dropped to her sides.  
He came to a stop before her and stared her down with a concentrated, closed-off stare.  
She swallowed hard, feeling lost in the shade of that look. Consumed, actually. The hallway—all fifty feet of it—was too small. Chase was too close.  
He wasn’t close enough. 
She was so damned confused. 
Aria wanted to bash her own head into the wall.  
Chase’s lids fluttered. The slow perusal he gave her body seemed almost angry. He was too serious and that expression on his face bordered on becoming harsher by the second. 
“You don’t have to go on that date with me. I won’t force you . . . and I’ll stick to my word about—” His eyes dropped to her left hand, where her wedding ring still sat on her finger. “Husband.” 
Aria held in a gasp, feeling her stomach bottom out. He was letting her off the hook, so to speak. Releasing her from their fucked-up agreement.  
Promising to uphold his end, even if she didn’t uphold hers.  
It was what she’d wanted. What she’d been freaking praying for. 
So why was she disappointed? The cold sensation in her gut could be described no other way. 
“Why did you offer to help Lori out?” Aria blurted out. There was no stopping it. She needed to know. Her hands were cold and sweating. She clenched them into tight fists at her sides and watched his expression for any change. 
There was a change, but not what she’d been expecting. A flicker of frustration momentarily twisted his features, then it was gone.  
“She needs help, Aria. From what I gather, she and that kid are in a shelter. No one is going to hire a bruised, stitched-up woman, no matter how impressive her resume or skills are. She needs a job and I’m in the position to give it to her.” Chase glared at her. “I’m not that much of a bastard that I’d turn my back on her. I know that’s what you’re thinking. I’ve already told you many times: I know what I did to you was wrong.” 
Aria’s lips parted. 
Chase clenched his fists, obviously fighting with himself. “Aria . . . you don’t have to go anywhere with me. I won’t press charges on Douglas. And you can just . . . just forget everything.” 
Her mind was in a void of confusion when he turned and began to walk down the hall. 
Right toward the exit leading out to the street. 
Her racing thoughts went into warp-drive. He’d just freed her from her end of their bargain, and wasn’t going to go after Douglas.  
He’d offered to help Lori out of her situation.  
Chase had to be the most confusing, intriguing, and—fuck it all to hell—attractive man she’d ever met.  
And he was about to walk out that door. 
“Chase, wait!” 
Chase jerked to a stop, one hand braced on the door.  
Aria. What the hell are you doing? 
His shoulders rose and his back tensed, but he didn’t turn in her direction.  
He was willing to back out of their agreement and stick to his end of it, without getting anything in return. Douglas had stolen hundreds of thousands, if not millions, from his company; he deserved to go to jail and Chase was willing to let him go free. All for her. 
It seemed fair that she’d go along with what she was planning to do. At least, that’s what Aria told herself as, heart racing, she took a step toward him. “I’ll go.” 
That had Chase’s head spinning in her direction. “What?” 
She opened her mouth, desperate for some air. His expression was almost frightening. But she wasn’t scared. She dared to poke and squint at the emotion she felt, and recognized it for what it was. Exhilarated. Excited. 
She was starting to feel like an adrenaline junkie. 
“I said I’ll go.” 
He started walking back toward her, each step slow and methodical. Brows hard. Eyes dark. He studied her, piercing straight through her with that hard look.  
Aria felt exposed. 
“Why?” 
Taken aback, she blinked rapidly. “I . . . because, I . . .” Jesus. Fuck. It wasn’t fair. Chase was like a huge vacuum, sucking all the air, and the closer he got, the less she could breathe.  
“Why, Aria? You were so angry that I blackmailed you into it. Why would you go now?” That last part was asked in a low, soft tone. He stood a few feet away from her now.  
Too damn close. 
She couldn’t think straight. 
“Aria.” 
“It’s fair. You’re willing to leave Douglas alone. I should stick to my end of the deal.” 
He ignored her blurted out excuse with a shake of his head.  
An inch. That’s all that was left between them. 
Chase’s hands shot up, and he cupped her face between his large palms. The feel of his skin kick started her entire system. She gasped as air rushed through her windpipe. His scent made her throat close right back up. 
Her body throbbed. 
Painfully. 
He pulled her closer, eliminating the last bit of space between them. “Tell me the real reason why.” He took deep breaths, his face tilted toward hers. His eyes probed hers. 
Too deep. She couldn’t focus past that stare—his scent.  
“Aria.” 
She pressed her hands to his chest. She had to push him away. Now. 
She couldn’t. Everything inside her was shaken. Everything about her fluctuated wildly, realigning in ways she couldn’t understand. Her atoms seemed to tremble.  
For him. Her body was liquefying for him
Chase cupped the back of her neck with one hand. His thumb stroked her. The sensation barreled through every nerve ending in her body.  
“I wish I was strong enough, Aria. I fucking do,” he mumbled, voice gone hoarse.  
Aria didn’t have a chance to ask him what he meant.  
He leaned down. For a split second, she was convinced he was going to kiss her.  
And she wanted it so fucking bad. Her body opened up, softening in preparation for that kiss. 
He stopped an inch away from her lips, eyes heavy-lidded as he focused on her mouth. He was panting. 
She couldn’t think. His full lips were right there. All she had to do was lean up on her toes. Less than an inch and she would know if he tasted as good as he smelled. If those lips felt as good as— 
Chase tilted his head and pressed his cheek against hers. He nuzzled her, his jaw sliding across her own with the movement. 
Aria stared over his shoulder, trapped by—what? Arousal? Confusion? Disappointment
Oh God. All of it. 
He let loose a deep groan that stole all the sensation from her legs. With a gasp, she clutched at his shoulders. 
“So warm. Soft,” he whispered, so low she almost didn’t hear him. 
Against her goddamned will, she felt her focus zero in and become all about him. She had to extricate herself. Get away. But her body wasn’t obeying; her nails had become claws determined to keep him right where he was.  
No, Aria. You have to stop this. You have to. 
She didn’t want to. She wanted more. More of his scent, his smooth cheek pressed to hers, more of him. His lips. His— 
She pushed at his shoulders. Her attempts were pathetic. Her body wanted, with a desperation it had never wanted with before, and it was determined to have. “I . . . can’t . . .” 
Chase’s hand tightened around the back of her neck, holding her still so that he could murmur right up against her cheek. “Aria.” 
Fuck. The feel of his lips. His breath.  
The freaking way he kept saying her name! 
“You have yet to answer my question.” His bottom lip slid across her skin and his tongue touched her as he spoke. 
That’s because I can’t, you jackass. Oh, if only those words would leave her mouth. 
She had no idea what the answer to his question was. All she knew right then was the feel of his tongue as it flicked her skin. The feeling palpated across her flesh, sliced through the layers, and slid in deep. She fisted his blazer, feeling faint.  
Suddenly, he backed her up, driving her right into the wall behind her. Aria felt her back hit the wall; she expected him to press that large, sculpted body of his into her right after. 
God help her, she wanted him to. 
He didn’t, remaining inches away from her, with those lips still pressed to her cheek.  
“You want me to answer the question for you, Aria?” 
Dread raced through her at his low, heated question. She knew that whatever he was going to say, it would hit her too hard, too deep, and way too truthfully.  
“I’m going to tell you what I think.” 
Please don’t. She knew right then how obvious her body’s reaction was. It was too damned obvious.  
“I think,” Chase paused, brushing her skin lightly with his lips. 
Aria shook her head, choking on everything he was and everything he was making her fucking want. 
 “You feel this between us, Aria.” He kissed her cheek one more time, lingering just enough to drive her wild. “As wrong as everything has been so far . . . You. Feel. This.”  
Chase pulled away from her and stormed down the hall. 
The sound of the door slamming open and closed reverberated through her, mixing with the maelstrom churning in her body.  
She sagged against the wall.
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Isabelle Blanco is the Amazon Bestselling Author of the Allure Series, the Compulsions Series, and many others. She was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd fascination with studying her mother's handwriting, she began to read and write. By the time she'd reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.

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Friday, May 15, 2015


Title: Resurrection
Series: Wesson Rebels MC Book 3
Author: Shyla Colt
Genre: MC Romance
Release Date: May 22, 2015
A horrific betrayal stole her voice and nearly her life. Mute and broken, Vita retreated from the world. Dependent on her brother Houdini, the family farmhouse where she licked her wounds became a tower to hide in. When her brother winds up missing, she must come clean about their past to his M.C. The result is a downward spiral that will change both of their lives forever.

The only one in Wesson Rebels who can understand sign language is Prophet. He finds himself assigned to the petite beauty. When her lies about her past become a tangled web, that threatens to ensnare them all, like changes to loathing. She’s just like the woman who ruined his family and almost took his life. Determined to keep her at a distance, he puts up a wall. When fate forces them to depend on each other for survival, barriers tumble down, truths come to the light, and an unbreakable bond is forged.

When reality returns, they have two choices, retreat into the darkness or remain in the light








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Shyla Colt grew up in Cincinnati, Ohio, but has lived a variety of different places thanks to her wanderlust, interesting careers, and marriage to a United States Marine. She’s always loved books and wrote her very first novel at the age of fifteen. She keeps a copy of her first submission letter on her desk for inspiration. 

After a lifetime of traveling, she settled down and knew her time had come to write. Diving into her new career like she does everything else, with enthusiasm, research and a lot of prayers, she had her first book published in June of 2011. As a full-time writer, stay at home mother, and wife, there’s never a dull moment in her household. 

She weaves her tales in spare moments and the evenings with a cup of coffee or tea at her side and the characters in her head for company. A self-professed rebel with a pen. Her goal is to diversify romance as she continues to genre hop, and offer up strong female characters.
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imperfect blitz   Imperfect-Truth-EBOOK-FOR-WEB       SYNOPSIS   I’m a blogger. He’s a writer. He was my weakness. I was his muse. Once upon a time my marriage was built on love... Until it wasn’t. Where had we gone wrong? I had given up hope… But then he messaged me, And his words intoxicated me. Made me believe in love again. Made me believe in truth. My imperfect truth…     EXCERPT   Now I should think long and hard about how to proceed, but instead, I choose to ignore it. I’m too intoxicated to care. Instead I decide to move toward the burning flame. I decide to heed no warnings. As the minutes pass I’m losing my free will. Ryder Matthews is holding me prisoner, and I don’t want him to release me. Ever. He leans forward; his lips graze my ear. “You're the most extraordinary woman I’ve ever met. Hearing you speak, the excitement in your voice. The blush of your cheeks when I make you uncomfortable…Ava, you fascinate me.” I shake my head in confusion and as I go to open my mouth, he lifts his hand up to stop me. “You’re astonishing. Do you understand?” The way he says my name gives me chills. Goose bumps prick at my skin. “Yes, I understand.” “Come with me.” My fate sealed. There’s something so real about him, and when he tells me to do something I feel I’ve no choice but to comply. He smiles and lightly grabs my arm, ushering me to the back of the room. My steps are rocky as I follow him. Now situated close to the window overlooking the city, Ryder stands by my side. His warm breath in my ear, “Where is your husband, Ava?” His words seduce me. He looks at me like a hungry predator stalking his prey. There is so much more meaning behind his simple words, knowing this leaves me dizzy with need. “I don’t know…I don’t know,” I breathe out again in almost a whisper as his fingers skim my waist. “That is a shame.” He is trailing a pattern down my torso, stopping at the curve of my hip. I shudder and my breath hitches as his hand turns me around. His eyes glaze over with desire and he leans forward. “Tell me to stop.” His face is a mere inch away from mine, “Tell me to stop, Ava.” My heart slams against my chest. I’m weak and dizzy. I shut my eyes and in a pained tone I utter the word I couldn’t say with my eyes open. “Stop.”   Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison     TEASERS   Imperfect-Truth-teaser-3   Imperfect-Truth-teaser-2-2     Imperfect-Truth-teaser-1   Imperfect-Truth-teaser-7   Imperfect-Truth-teaser-5   Imperfect-Truth-teaser-10   Copyright © 2015 by Ava Harrison         BUYTHEBOOK

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Lucee Lovett, is a mother of four—five if you include her husband. She grew up in a pretty rough neighbourhood in London. She been told she has a smoky, sexy laugh and voice. If you heard it, you’d want to read her stories.





She has always been a storyteller. Her stories would captivate the hearts and minds of willing listeners, both young and old alike. Her love for romance was born from sneaking off to read her mother’s Mills and Boon books. It led her to make stories short enough for busy people who don’t have time for a lengthy romance fix, and want their romantic fantasies in short satisfying doses.

Although her desire was to write and share what she was writing, Lucee put off this desire due to her learning disability. Then 50 Shades was released… Make of that what you will...

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She has an equal love for the paranormal and is a diehard Steven King fan. Lucee has no trouble meshing the two genres. Although to date most of her stories have an urban, coming of age, contemporary feel to them. She has a number of paranormal WIP’s on the back burner.

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Mia, a twenty-two year old high school dropout is left to raise her eight-year-old brother. She has no job, no money and very few options.

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Later she accepts a shady proposition from her ex-boyfriend Farrell. A course of action she regrets, but she’s stuck between a rock and a hard place.

In an attempt to forget her troubles, she goes on a dream date with Roman. Only to return to a ransacked apartment, threats and insults from Farrell.
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