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[Release Day] Not Alone by Amber Nation

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Synopsis
Emmalynne Morgan thought that getting married to her High School sweetheart and starting a family was all she wanted in life. Everything was perfect until circumstances change and devastating blows occur.
Fast forward five years, Emmalynne thinks she is broken, not only emotionally but physically as well, so her confidence was severely lacking. Being a single mother to her son, Tucker, as well as an owner of a small town Bookstore, she does everything she can to keep men at arms-length, not thinking she is worthy anymore with her plus-sized body and scars.
Taking it upon themselves, Emmalynne’s best friends, Toby and Tessa make it their mission to bring her out of her tight-knitted comfort zone. That is when she locks eyes on the male perfection that is Grady.
Grady Finnegan was the gorgeous new guy in town. Recently injured and discharged from the Army, Grady comes to his Uncle’s aid in helping manage the family bar. Not being anywhere near innocent when it comes to women, Grady meets Emmalynne and he knows one thing, that he wants her.
Sparks fly and passion ignites, but will that be enough? Not ready to lay her heart on the line, Emmalynne guards it as best she can and ultimately fails. When chaos erupts and Grady’s past comes back to haunt him, it leaves Emmalynne’s already broken heart, shattered.
Will past circumstances prevent Emmalynne from having the future she deserves? Or can Grady help her follow her heart and show her that she is Not Alone
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With her gone for a minute now was my chance to ask Tucker about this morning. “Hey Tuck, what did you mean about your mom twirling her necklace?” I asked in a muted voice, just to be sure Emmalynne wouldn’t hear me. “Man, whenever she is lying, she takes her necklace into her hand and twirls it around her fingers. I can always tell by that move what I’m getting for my birthday, it’s so awesome,” he stops to look towards the door to the garage, realizes the coast is still clear, and continues, “I’ll be like am I getting the new Lego Batman? If she says no and twirls that necklace…BOOM! Lego Batman,” he had the most devilish grin appear on his face about the same time Em came back inside through the door leading to the garage. This is very valuable information I’ve just obtained. Now I’m going to be trying to think back to see if she’s ever twirled her necklace when giving me an answer….hmm… “Tucker, my child you are relieved of your apple peeling duties, Drew’s parents are on their way here to pick you up,” Emmalynne said to Tucker, and no sooner than the words came out of her mouth he took off, leaving me stuck peeling apples without a backwards glance. Traitor.

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Goodreads / Facebook I am a wife, mother of two beautiful girlies, an avid reader, and a new Romance and New Adult author. I was born and raised in Southern Indiana, but resided in Texas for five years while my husband was in the US Army. It was definitely a journey, but I am so glad to be back in my home state. Whenever I’m not doing my motherly duties or at the soccer field I absolutely love to read whenever I have a moment to spare. My kindle is never far from my side. My love of reading increased about a year ago and due to my love of books I decided to try my hand at writing. Already having a set of characters screaming to get out, my story took over and came to life.

 
 
 
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[Release Day Event] Baby by Design by Elley Arden


Baby by Design by Elley Arden
(Designing Love #1)
Expected Publish Date: November 11, 2013
Published by: Crimson Romance
Genre: Contemporary Romance

 

~Book Synopsis~

Trish DeVign knows what she needs to be single, successful and satisfied. She needs a baby. With recent relationships falling short of her expectations, she’s single by choice. With a thriving interior design company, she’s got successful covered. It’s the satisfied part that eludes her, and that’s her mother’s fault-not her adopted mother, but the mother who gave her away, sentencing her to a privileged life with two good people who don’t share with her a single drop of DNA. Refusing to grow old bitter, Trish decides a baby will calm the restlessness and lead her to true happiness. Instead, it leads straight to her best friend’s brother.

Tony Corcarelli has spent his adult life as the black sheep of his large Italian-American family. The nickname became permanent when he took a buyout from his sister rather than run the family carpentry company after his father’s death. Now, Tony’s grandmother has cancer, and he’s expected to join the family in making her wishes come true. Unfortunately, the two things Nonna wants most for Tony, are two things he can’t fathom-a wife and kids or the priesthood. There has to be another way.

When Trish asks Tony to escort her to a wedding, a night of fun and flirtation turns serious, with Trish confessing she wants a baby-Tony’s baby. Could a calculated conception be the answer he’s looking for?

Thrown together by a carefully constructed yet cockamamie plan, Trish and Tony struggle to define terms they didn’t expect to become so complicated. But what if neither disapproving family members nor Nonna’s rapidly declining health is their biggest complication? What if it’s love?

 

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Elley Arden is a born and bred Pennsylvanian who has lived as far west as Utah and as far north as Wisconsin. She drinks wine like it’s water (a slight exaggeration), prefers a night at the ballpark to a night on the town, and believes almond English toffee is the key to happiness.

Elley writes provocative, emotional contemporary romances for Crimson Romance.

 

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Excerpt

Tony turned back to the chairs and Trish, who had removed the plastic covering and settled onto the cushion, crossing her long legs and bouncing one barefoot with red painted toes in his direction. As she sat, she rubbed her palms over the arms of the chair and breathed deeply enough that he risked hypnosis by the rise and fall of her breasts. Not the sort of thing he wanted to notice about a woman he couldn’t pursue.
 
“You really do great work.”
 
He smiled and stepped closer, because he was a gentleman who’d just been complimented. “Thank you.” He squatted and ran his hand along the nailhead trim, grazing her covered calf muscle, because he was a guy who liked the way her face flushed whenever he stood too close. “I’m glad you like it. When you’re in need of my
skills again, you know where to find me.” And then he stood, taking two steps back toward the hall, because even a screw-up like him knew where to draw the line.
 
She sat ramrod straight, gripping the arms of the chair. “Tony, I need a favor.”
 
He stopped. “What’s up?”
 
“I need a…guest for my cousin’s wedding on Saturday. Would you happen to be interested?”
 
“I take it the good doctor wasn’t so good.”
 
A nervous chuckle escaped her lips. “Not good at all. And I RSVP’d for two with the hope that he’d still be around, and now my mother is driving me crazy, saying I can’t embarrass myself and her by cancelling this late in the game. I’m stuck.”
 
It was Tony’s turn to chuckle. “So you want me to unstick you?”
 
She shrugged, managing cute, coy, and sexy with one pouty-mouthed look. “Would you?”
 
If he was sane and sensible, no, he wouldn’t. “Absolutely. What time should I pick you up?”
 
“Thank you,” she breathed on a noisy exhale. “We should leave at three, but I’ll drive.”
 
“You don’t trust my driving?”
 
“It’s a wedding, Tony, and I’m wearing a dress. You should wear a suit, like the one you wore to Nonna’s party.” He liked the way she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth when she paused for a breath. “Dress clothes can’t be worn on the back of a motorcycle.”
An image of her creamy leg stretching out from beneath a short skirt and hanging alongside the chrome of his bike made his skin itch. He grinned to cover the not-so-innocent thought. “No bike. Got it. I’ll pick you up at three.” And before she could protest, he turned around and walked away.
 
He’d never been the kind of guy to let a woman down, and that was a blessing and curse. Now he needed a car worthy of escorting Trish DeVign to a family wedding, in addition to a grand gesture for Nonna’s wish list.
 
Talk about pressure.

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[Book Blitz & Giveaway] Branded by Abi Ketner and Missy Kalicicki

Branded (Sinners #1)
by Abi Ketner and Missy Kalicicki
Release Date: 06/28/13
252 pages

Summary from Goodreads:
Fifty years ago the Commander came into power and murdered all who opposed him. In his warped mind, the seven deadly sins were the downfall of society. He created the Hole where sinners are branded according to their sins and might survive a few years. At best.
Now LUST wraps around my neck like blue fingers strangling me. I’ve been accused of a crime I didn’t commit and now the Hole is my new home.

Darkness. Death. Violence. Pain.

Now every day is a fight for survival. But I won’t die. I won’t let them win.

The Hole can’t keep me. The Hole can’t break me.
I am more than my brand. I’m a fighter.
My name is Lexi Hamilton, and this is my story.


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CHAPTER 1

 

I’m buried six feet under, and no one hears my screams.

The rope chafes as I loop it around my neck. I pull down, making sure the knot is

secure. It seems sturdy enough. My legs shake. My heart beats heavy in my throat. Sweat

pours down my back.

Death and I glare at each other through my tears.

I take one last look at the crystal chandelier, the foyer outlined with mirrors, and the

flawless decorations. No photographs adorn the walls. No happy memories here.

I’m ready to go. On the count of three.


I inhale, preparing myself for the finality of it all. Dropping my hands, a glimmer

catches my eye. It’s my ring, the last precious gift my father gave me. I twist it around to

read the inscription. Picturing his face forces me to reconsider my choice. He’d be

heartbroken if he could see me now.

A door slams in the hallway, almost causing me to lose my balance. My thoughts

already muddled, I stand waiting with the rope hanging around my neck. Voices I don’t

recognize creep through the walls.

Curiosity overshadows my current thoughts. It’s late at night, and this is a secure

building in High Society. No one disturbs the peace here—ever. I tug on the noose and

pull it back over my head.

Peering through the eyehole in our doorway, I see a large group of armed guards

banging on my neighbors’ door. A heated conversation ensues, and my neighbors point

toward my family’s home.

It hits me. I’ve been accused and they’re here to arrest me.

My father would want me to run, and in that split second, I decide to listen to his

voice within me. Flinging myself forward in fear, I scramble up the marble staircase and

into my brother’s old bedroom. The door is partially covered, but it exists. Pushing his

dresser aside, my fingers claw at the opening. Breathing hard, I lodge myself against it.

Nothing. I step back and kick it with all my strength. The wood splinters open, and my

foot gets caught. I wrench it backward, scraping my calf, but adrenaline pushes me

forward. The voices at the front door shout my name.

On hands and knees, I squeeze through the jagged opening. My brother left through

this passage, and now it’s my escape too. Cobwebs entangle my face, hands, and hair. At

the end, I feel for the knob, twisting it clockwise. It swings open, creaking from disuse. I

sprint into the hallway and smash through the large fire escape doors at the end. A burst

of cool air strikes me in the face as I jump down the ladder.

Reaching the fifth floor, I knock on a friend’s window. The lights flicker on, and I

see the curtains move, but no one answers. I bang on the window harder.

“Let me in! Please!” I say, but the lights darken. They know I’ve been accused and

refuse to help me. Fear and adrenaline rush through my veins as I keep running, knocking

on more windows along the way. No one has mercy. They all know what happens to

sinners.

Another flight of stairs passes in a blur when I hear the guards’ heavy footfalls from

above. I can’t hide, but I don’t want to go without trying.


Help me, Daddy. I need your strength now.


 

My previous desolation evolves into a will to survive. I have to keep running, but I

tremble and gasp for air. I steel my nerves and force my body to keep moving. In a matter

of minutes, my legs cramp and my chest burns. I plunge to the ground, scraping my knee

and elbow. A moan escapes from my chest.


Gotta keep going.


 

“Stop!” Their voices bounce off the buildings. “Lexi Hamilton, surrender yourself,”

they command. They’re gaining on me.

I resist the urge to glance back, running into what I assume is an alley. I’m far from

our high-rise in High Society as I plunge into a poorer section of the city where the

streets all look the same and the darkness prevents me from recognizing anything. I’m

lost.

My first instinct is to leap into a dumpster, but I retain enough sense to stay still. I

crouch and peek around it, watching them dash by. The abhorrent smell leaves me

vomiting until nothing remains in my stomach. Desperation overtakes me, as I know my

retching was anything but silent. My last few seconds tick away before they find me.

Everyone knows about their special means of tracking sinners.

I push myself to my feet and look left, right, and left again. Their batons click against

their black leather belts, and their boots stomp the cement on both sides of me. I shrink

into myself. Their heavy steps mock my fear, growing closer and closer until I know I’m

trapped.

Never did I imagine they’d come for me. Never did I imagine all those nights I heard

them dragging someone else away that I’d join them.

“You’re a sinner,” they say. “Time to leave.”

I stand defiant. I refuse to bend or break before them, even as I shiver with fear.

“There’s no reason to make this difficult. The more you cooperate, the smoother this

will be for everyone,” a guard says.

I cringe into the blackness along the wall. I’m innocent, but they won’t believe me or

care.

The next instant, my face slams into the pavement as one guard plants a knee in my

back and another handcuffs me. A warm liquid trails into my mouth. Blood. Their fingers

grip my arms like steel traps as they peel me off the cement. The tops of my shoes scrape

along the ground as I’m dragged behind them until they discard me into the back of a

black vehicle. The doors slam in unison with one guard stationed on each side of me, my

shoulders digging into their arms.

Swallowing hard, I stare ahead to avoid their eyes. My dignity is all I have left. The

handcuffs dig into my wrists, so I clasp them together hard behind me and press my back

into the seat, unwilling to admit how much it hurts.


Did they need so many guards to capture me?


 

I’m not carrying any weapons, nor do I own any. I don’t even know self-defense.

High Society frowns on activities like that.

The driver jerks the vehicle around and I try to keep my bearings, but it’s dark and

the scenery changes too fast. Hours pass, and the air grows warmer, more humid the

farther we drive. The landscape mutates from city to rolling hills. They don’t bother

blindfolding me because they escort all the sinners to the same place—the Hole. Twentyfoot

cement walls encase the chaos within. There’s no way out and no way in unless they

transport you. They say the Hole is a prison with no rules. We learned about it last year in

twelfth grade.

To the outside, I’m filth now. I’ll never be allowed to return to the life I knew. No

one ever does.

“All sinners go through a transformation,” one of the guards says to me. His smirk

infuriates me. “I’m sure you’ve heard all kinds of stories.” I don’t respond. I don’t want

to think about the things I’ve been told.

“You won’t last too long, though. Young girls like you get eaten alive.” He pulls a

strand of my hair up to his face.


Get your hands off me, you pig. I want to lash out, but resist. The punishment for


disobeying authority is severe, and I’m not positioned to defy him.

They’re the Guards of the Commander. They’re chosen from a young age and

trained in combat. They keep the order of society by using violent methods of

intimidation. No one befriends a guard. Relationships with them are forbidden inside the

Hole.

Few have seen the commander. His identity stays under lock and key. His own

paranoia and desire to stay pure drove him to live this way. He controls our depraved

society and believes sinners make the human race unforgivable. His power is a crushing

fist, rendering all beneath him helpless. So much so, even family members turn on each

other when an accusation surfaces. Just an accusation. No trial, no evidence, nothing but

an accusation.

I lose myself in thoughts of my father.

“Never show fear, Lexi,” my father said to me before he was taken. “They’ll use it

against you.” His compassionate eyes filled with warning as he commanded me to be

strong. That was many years ago, but I remember it clearly. My father. My rock. The one

person in my life who provided unconditional love.

“Get out,” the guard says while pulling me to my feet. The vehicle stops, and I’m

jerked back to reality. The doors slide open and the two guards lift me up and out into the

night. A windowless cement building looms in front of us, looking barren in the darkness.

The coolness of the air sends a shiver up my spine. This is really happening. I’ve

been labeled a sinner. My lip starts to quiver, but I bite it before anyone sees. They shove

me in line, and I realize I’m not alone. Women and men stand with faces frozen white

with fear. A guard grabs my finger, pricks it, and dabs my blood on a tiny microchip.

I follow the man in front of me into the next room where we’re lined up facing the

wall. Glancing right, I see one of the men crying.

“Spread your legs,” one of the guards says.

They remove my outer layers and their hands roam up and down my body.


What do they think I can possibly be hiding? I press my head into the wall, trying to


block out what they’re doing to me.

“MOVE!” a guard commands. So I shuffle across the room, trying to cover up.

One.

Two.

Three.

Four.

Five of us sit in the holding room. One by one, they pull people into the next room,

forcing the rest of us to wonder what torture we’ll endure. An agonizing amount of time

passes. I lean my head back and try to imagine a place far away. The door opens.

“Lexi Hamilton.”

A guard escorts me out of the room, and I don’t have time to look back. As soon as

the door closes, they pick me up and place me on a table. It’s cold and my skin sticks to it

slightly, like wet fingers on an ice cube. Then they exit in procession, and I lie on the

table with a doctor standing over me. His hands are busy as he speaks.

“Don’t move. This will only take a few minutes. It’s time for you to be branded.”

A wet cloth that smells like rubbing alcohol is used to clean my skin. Then he places

a metal collar around my neck.


Click. Click. Click.


 

The collar locks into place, and I struggle to breathe. The doctor loosens it some as I

focus on the painted black words above me.

The Seven Deadly Sins:


Lust ⎯ Blue

Gluttony ⎯ Orange

Greed ⎯ Yellow

Sloth ⎯ Black

Wrath ⎯ Red

Envy ⎯ Green

Pride ⎯ Purple


“Memorize it. Might keep you alive longer if you know who to stay away from.” He

opens my mouth, placing a bit inside. “Bite this.”

Within seconds, the collar heats from hot to scorching. The smell of flesh sizzling

makes my head spin. I bite down so hard a tooth cracks.

“GRRRRRRRRR,” escapes from deep within my chest. Just when I’m about to pass

out, the temperature drops, and the doctor loosens the collar.

He removes it and sits me up. Excruciating pain rips through me, and I’m on the

verge of a mental and physical breakdown. Focus. Don’t pass out.


Stainless steel counters and boring white walls press in on me. A guard laughs at me

from an observation room above and yells, “Blue. It’s a great color for a pretty young

thing like yourself.” His eyes dance with suggestion. The others meander around like it’s

business as usual.

I finally find my voice and turn to the doctor.

“Are you going to give me clothes?” A burning pain spreads like fire up from my

neck to my jaw, making me wince.

He points to a set of folded grey scrubs on a chair. I cover myself as much as I can


and scurry sideways. Grabbing my clothes and pulling the shirt over my head, I try to

avoid the raw meat around my throat. I quickly knot the cord of my pants around my

waist and slide my feet into the hospital-issue slippers as the doctor observes. He hands

me a bag labeled with my name.

“Nothing is allowed through the door but what we’ve given you,” he says.

I hide my right hand behind me, hoping no one notices. A guard scans my body and

opens his hand.

“Give it to me,” he says. “Don’t make me rip off your finger.” He crouches down

and I turn to stone. I don’t know what to do, so I beg.

“My father gave this to me. Please, let me keep it.” I smash my eyes shut and think

of the moment my father handed the golden ring to me.

“It was my mother’s ring,” he’d said. “She’s the strongest woman I ever knew.”

With tears in his eyes, he reached for my hand and said, “Lexi, you’re exactly like her.

She’d want you to wear this. No matter how this world changes, you can survive.” I

turned the gold band over in my palm and read the engraving.

You

can

overcome

anything…

short

of

death.



“You’re going to take the one thing that matters the most to me?” I say, glaring into

the guard’s emotionless eyes. “Isn’t it enough taking my life, dignity, and respect?”

A hard blow falls upon my back. As I fall, my hands shoot out to stop me from

smashing into the wall in front of me. The guard bends down and grabs my chin with his

meaty fist.

“Look at me,” he commands.

I look up and he smiles with arrogance.

“What the hell?” He staggers a step backward. “What’s wrong with you? What’s

wrong with your eyes?”

“Nothing,” I respond, confused.

“What color are they?”

“Turquoise.” I glower at him.

“Interesting,” he says, regaining his composure. “Now those’ll get you in trouble.”

Reality slaps me across the face. I have my father’s eyes. They can’t take them from

me. I twist the ring off my finger and drop it in his hand.

“Take the damn ring,” I say. I walk to the door. He swipes a card and the massive

door slides open to the outside.

“You have to wear your hair back at all times, so everyone knows what you are.” He

hands me a tie, so I pull my frizzy hair away from my face and secure it into a ponytail.

My neck burns and itches as my hand traces the scabs that have already begun to form.

Squinting ahead in the darkness, I almost run into a guard standing on the sidewalk.

“Watch where you’re going,” he says, shoving me backward. His stiff figure stands

tall and I cringe at the sharpness of his voice.

“Cole, this is your new assignment, Lexi Hamilton. See to it she feels welcome in

her new home.” The guard departs with a salute.

“Let’s move,” Cole says.

I take two steps and collapse, my knees giving out. The unforgiving pavement

reopens the scrapes from earlier and I struggle to stand. A powerful arm snatches me up,


and I see his face for the first time.


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Abi and Missy met in the summer of 1999 at college orientation and have been best friends ever since. After college, they added jobs, husbands and kids to their lives, but they still found time for their friendship. Instead of hanging out on weekends, they went to dinner once a month and reviewed books. What started out as an enjoyable hobby has now become an incredible adventure.

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[Cover Reveal] Honeysuckle and Jasmine by Liz Grace Davis

Honeysuckle and Jasmine by Liz Grace Davis
Publication date: September 24th 2013
Genres: Adult, Contemporary

 

~Synopsis~

The past is never far behind.

Senia Loato’s life has been needled by disappointment, and the wounds that fester go beyond skin deep. She is certain if she puts miles between her and her tainted past, she will somehow outrun it. When she’s offered the chance to leave her island home of Mintang to become an au pair for three boys in Germany, she takes the opportunity to start  running.

In Germany, she meets Miina, another au pair. What builds between them is a life-defining friendship, one they will risk everything for.

And soon, they’ll be asked nothing less
.

When Miina is betrayed and left stranded, Senia stands by her, risking much more than just her stay in Germany. She also stands to lose rich, handsome, turquoise-eyed Roman Dorenwald, the first man she has allowed into her heart.

But they’re risks worth taking.

Eventually, Senia makes a sacrifice that catapults her back to her past, where she’s forced to draw back the curtain and discover the shocking truth of her history.

Can she confront her nightmares, reach deep into her soul, and forgive those who have hurt her? Or is it easier to just keep running?

https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/17656728-honeysuckle-and-jasmine?ac=1
 
 
 
 
 

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 About Liz

 
Liz Grace Davis is a Namibian author. She grew up in Angola, Namibia, South Africa and Germany. She now lives with her husband in Vienna, Austria. 
Growing up, Liz spent most of her days in school libraries, diving into the world of books.

In her spare time she loves to travel as well as creating jewelry and digital scrapbooks. She’s in her element when she is doing anything that requires creativity. 
Liz is the author of a young adult fantasy novel, Tangi’s Teardrops, and a romantic women’s fiction novel, Chocolate Aftertaste.

 

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[Book Blitz & Giveaway] Reckless Secrets by Gina Robinson

Reckless Secrets by Gina Robinson
(Reckless #2)
Publication date: November 11th 2013
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance

~Synopsis~

Everyone Has a Secret

At nineteen, Ellie Martin is finally happy. Deliriously, delightfully, delectably happy. Her junior year in college, while not without some major issues, is turning out better than she ever dreamed. She’s finally found closure to a question that has bothered her for as long as she can remember. She’s even been able to put some serious distance between herself and her twisted mother. Best of all, she’s in love with the hot, handsome, and mysterious Logan Walker.

If only she could share with Logan the one thing she must keep secret. The one relationship that, if he finds out about it, will blow apart everything that brings her happiness.

Even as Ellie and Logan learn to open up to each other, even as they get closer than they’ve ever gotten to anyone else before, the reckless secrets they’re holding on to may just be the thread that unravels everything.

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 About Gina

 
Gina Robinson loves humor, romance, suspense, and spies. Not necessarily in that order. Her latest toy is a video spy pen. She plans on putting her engineering degree to good use by building a tasar out of a disposable camera using the instructions and schematics from The Evil Genius series. Fair warning–she hasn’t held a soldering iron in quite a few years.
She writes contemporary romance featuring sexy spies and plenty of adventure and humor. The Spy Who Left Me, the first book in her new Agent Ex series, published by St. Martin’s Press, is available now. Diamonds Are Truly Forever, the next book in the series, will be released on May 22, 2012. 


Her first two novels are published by Zebra Books, Kensington Publishing.
She’s also published a humorous women’s fiction novel, Pink Slipper. If you like Sophie Kinsella, you’ll enjoy Pink Slipper.
 

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I’d barely finished refreshing my makeup when my phone buzzed with a text from Logan. I’m at the front door.

The dorm was locked at all times. You needed a key to get in. I texted him back. Coming! Ha ha. I grabbed my coat, gloves, and tray, slid the tray beneath my coat for stealth, and dashed to meet Logan. Just before I opened the front door to the dorm it struck me—maybe we should have stolen three trays. What was Logan going to do for a tray? Take turns?

My heart caught when I saw him, just like it always did. He was so incredibly hot, even bundled in a snowboarding jacket and black and gray beanie, the kind that flopped over the back of his head. I shouldn’t have worried about the tray. Logan was carrying one.

He grabbed me and pulled me against him, kissing me with that fierce passion I lived for. His tongue was hot and talented in my mouth, giving me tingles all the way to my toes. When he pulled away, I was breathless.

He tapped my chest. “New bra? I don’t like it. Too hard and plastic-y. Has a nice, hollow tap, though.”

I laughed and pulled the tray out from beneath my coat. “Smart ass. I was being covert. The university will give you three to five hard labor if they catch you lifting one of these.” I pointed at his. “Where did you get that?”

He shook his head and laughed. “The dining hall. Almost four years ago.”

“You’re supposed to return that after you use it.”

He grinned. “I have every intention—when I graduate. This is a four-year loaner model.”

“I see.”

He took my gloved hand in his and led me out from beneath the covered front porch. “Isn’t it gorgeous?” he said, but he was staring at me. “You look good enough to eat.” He nuzzled my neck.

I laughed and pushed him away. “Wolf.”

“Yeah,” he said, pulling me along.

The streets were full of students playing in the white stuff.

“Where are we going?” I asked.

“Only to the best damn traying hill on campus.” He led me to the large grass hill between the architecture building and the honors hall. It was covered with students sledding down on trays. The sound of laughter echoed off the buildings.

“If the university ever wises up and actually wants to catch tray thieves, this would be the place to look,” I said.

“Yeah.” He nodded. “If you see campus security coming—run! It’s every man for himself.” He kissed me again and pulled me to the top of the hill and tray run. At the top of the run, he pulled a small piece of snowboard wax and a lighter from his pocket and grinned evilly. “Give me your tray.”

“What are you up to?”

“Take a look at everyone else as they slide down the hill. These things need a little help.” He winked and used the lighter to melt the wax onto the bottom of my tray. Then he pulled a tri-shaped scraper from his pocket and scraped the excess off and buffed it. He sat the tray on the ground in front of me. “You’re good to go. Hop on. But be careful. This thing’s going to rocket.”

I shook my head. “I’ll wait for you.”

“I’m ready to go. I waxed my board at home. Now get on.”

He held my tray while I sat and wedged myself on it. “Hold on to the edge of the tray. These things have a way of scooting out from under you. Keep your feet up and aim straight for the bottom of the hill. On my count, push off. Three, two…” He slapped his tray on the hill next to mine. “One!” He gave me a push, jumped on his tray, and we were off.

His tray slid right and true down the hill, passing me almost immediately. He had the technique down. I wobbled and got sideways, falling off my tray less than halfway down. My tray slid away from me. Logan was already at the bottom. He ran up and retrieved my tray, then gave me a hand up, pulling me into his arms.

“I suck.”

He shook his head and kissed me lightly as the snow fell on us. “First time’s a bitch. You’ll get the hang of it.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the top again.

The second time, I got it. And it was like flying—the best thing ever. Better than sledding. Better than boarding. ‘Cause I was with Logan. And about a thousand other students on the hill. But they hardly seemed to exist at all, except to add to the joy with their laughter and squeals. I screamed all the way down.

Logan beat me to the bottom of the hill. I tumbled off my tray into the snow just as I reached him, laughing. He caught my tray and grinned at me. “Well?”

“Again!”

We ran back to the top of the hill, hand in hand, carrying our trays, and went again and again. The seventh or eighth time down, I tumbled off my tray and rolled flat onto my back at the bottom of the hill, looking up into the falling snow as it caught in my eyelashes. Laughing, I opened my mouth to catch snowflakes and waved my arms in the snow, making a snow angel.

Logan rolled on top of me, poised above me, braced on his hands in the snow, studying me. “You’re so beautiful, El. So beautiful.” He kissed the tip of my icy nose.
 

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[Cover Reveal] Finding Home by Aine Kelley

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Book Title: Finding Home
Author: Aine Kelley
Genre: Contemporary New Adult
Release Date: November 2013
 
~Synopsis~
 

Can two broken people help each other learn to love again and find their way home? For Samantha Cole, love and relationships have never come easy. Pain and heartbreak have forced her to build a wall around herself. Hoping to start over, Sam leaves Boston behind and moves to Napa with her best friend. Trying to make better choices in love, Sam establishes rules to keep her heart safe. Little does she know that one man will challenge her and change her mind. He has the potential to break down her walls and bring her heart back home. Ben Foster has been dealing with heartache and guilt for the past two years, believing he lost his only chance at love. Pounding guys on the Rugby field and running the family winery get him through the pain. When Sam arrives the fog over his life slowly lifts. He wonders if she is the one who can help his heart find a new way home. Letting go of the past and moving forward is not always easy. Their connection is strong, but their pasts keep getting in the way. Will Sam and Ben’s journey tear them apart or help them find a place to call home?

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Aine Kelley is my pen name for when I take off my ‘super mom’ cloak and write. I’m a Massachusetts native who resides in a small seaside community outside of Boston. Besides my immense love for my hubby and two girls, I’m a huge lover of the Patriots and Red Sox! I’m a one click addict and love getting lost in a great story. I can be wooed or bought, depending the situation, with wine and chocolate. Like Samantha in my book, I’m a huge 80’s movie lover and a music freak! My love of books, beta reading for authors and reviewing for a blog, led me down the writing path. My motto is: Live freely, laugh heartily and love deeply.

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