Jackson Stiles, Road to Redemption
I am not the type of girl to sleep around, so it is a shock when I come face to face with my one and only one-night stand on my first day at my new job as a junior associate at one of Manhattanâs biggest law firms. It turns out that my one-night stand has a reputation as a player and is one of the biggest commitment-phobes on the island. Not to mention the fact that he only has to snap his fingers and women fall at his feet. Can I forget about the sexiest night of my life and keep my professional mask in place? This is just the start of my problems in dealing with the complex office politics and my exploding passion for James.
Contemporary romance writer, Ava Hayworth, pulls out all the stops in this breathtaking saga.
I understand that James wants to protect me and keep me safe, but he goes about it the wrong way. I canât live a life where the man I love shuts me out. I long for James to share his problems with me so that we can work together as a team. Will he ever learn that he can trust me?
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By Michael Phillip Cash
Found Footage, Horror, Apocalypse
Date Published: May 4, 2013
Publisher: Chelshire, INC.
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“What’s going on now?” she asked nervously.
“I don’t know,” Seth responded. “I heard a crash.
It was loud. Look there it is,” he pointed to the end of the block. “Stay inside.” Lara retreated into the house.
A crowd of people had gathered around two cars that had hit each other head on. The black BMW was badly banged up. The chassis was nearly bent in half and steam rose from its hood. The air bag deployed and filled the entire front of the car. The door was open and a man was sitting in the driver’s seat, talking on his cell phone.
A silver Prius rested atop a broken fire hydrant.
A geyser of water roared as it shot ten feet into the air.
Sitting on the curb, a dazed woman was holding a towel to her bloody nose. His neighbor Cathy
dashed out of her house to comfort the woman.
“Are you OK?” Seth wandered over to the stricken woman.
“I don’t know what happened,” the woman replied. “I was driving and out of nowhere the whole windshield was covered by bugs.”
“Cicadas?” Seth inquired.
“I don’t know what they were. But there were a lot of them. The wipers couldn’t get rid of them
quick enough. They just kept coming.”
Seth walked away as the woman started cry. He looked at the totaled car. A brown residue of bug
guts smeared the windshield.
Police cars started rolling down the street and pretty soon the chaotic mess got sorted out.
A cop walked over to survey the scene next to Seth. He turned to the policeman and asked, “What do you make of this?”
The officer shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Probably just a swarm.”
Later that night, Lara curled against Seth’s side, they watched the evening news.
The newscaster was concluding a segment, “There are widespread and unprovoked bug attacks all over the tri-state area today causing accidents and mayhem everywhere. Although it was very disturbing, the governor is assuring everyone to remain calm. Cicadas usually die within a day or two. He is urging people not to panic.”
“I feel so bad for Cathy,” Lara’s blue eyes welled with tears. “She loved that dog. This is getting scary, Seth.” “You heard what the cops said. They probably disturbed a nest. That’s what happened in Arizona too you know, with the killer bees. They have people there who just take out the nests for a living.”
“What about the car accident?” Lara asked.
Seth put a finger over her soft lips. “They told us not to be concerned. The cops were here in four minutes, and animal control said not to blow it out of proportion. Enough!” he kissed her lightly. “I said enough.”
by Dana Louise Provo
Publication Date: August 25, 2016
Publisher: Clean Reads
Red roses, a reminder of her parents' killer, soon become an emblem of horror for Cami as one by one, those closest to her fall victim to a serial killer. Cami becomes an obsession for Carson, the man she had finally allowed herself to love. Not only is he vying for her heart, but also her life.
Finding herself in a whirlwind of torments shadowed by the blood-colored bloom, Cami finds solace in Isaac, a neighboring police officer. She’s desperate to escape the haunting memories, but she must revisit them in order to catch her would-be killer. Living life in constant fear has driven Cami to second-guess every choice she makes. Will the police catch the illusive murderer, or will Cami be forced to face him once again?
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We’re at a stalemate.
A soft glow from the lamppost just outside my window casts a sliver of light on his face. His dark, beady eyes that I have grown to know rake over my body like I'm another one of his many victims. He lifts the edges of his mouth into a smile. My heart plunges into my stomach. I know what that sinister expression means, and I think back to all the times he had looked at me like that before. I had been so blind.
Before I react he lunges at me, grabbing onto my waist and twisting me to the ground. I shriek as my head slams against the bed frame. Black spots flood my vision. I squeeze my hand only to find it empty. My gun is gone. The sound of the knife clattering on the floor gives me slight hope. Not much though. He climbs up my body trying to pin my arms to the floor. I thrash my fists around, desperate to knock him off.
“Get off!” I scream, pulling on his shirt and kicking him off balance. Wrapping his hands around my arms, my attacker cuts off the circulation of blood. Rug burns flare across my skin as he drags me across the carpet. He closes his hands around my neck, shutting off my air supply. I pull at his hands but it's no use; he has always been stronger than me. My pulse drums a frantic beat in my ears. The air slowly leaks out from my lungs, killing any hope I may have left. I search for the gun around the room; it may be my only savior now.
"Why are you doing this?" I struggle to get the words out. He squints his dark eyes. I'm wondering if there might be a chance that he will stop this madness. I am wrong.
"It'll be over soon, sweetheart." His hands again tighten around my neck, blocking the air from entering my lungs.
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So these are some of my favorite books, not in this order. Most of them are Young Adult with a few Adult romances mixed in. I love each and every one of these books equally and have already read several of these books more than once (yes I am one of those people that enjoy reading books over and over again). If I were to suggest one book from my list to anyone, it would have to be The Cellar. It’s a young adult book about a teenager who gets abducted. The message this book sends to those who read it is powerful. It’s a fast paced thriller and I’ve read it twice now, and still get chills.
The Shadow Falls Series by CC Hunter
The Cellar by Natasha Preston
The Selection Series by Kiera Cass
Diamonds or Donuts by Lucie Ulrich
Knowing Yourself by Lisa Shea
Genesis Girl by Jennifer Bardsley
The Darkest Powers Series by Kelley Armstrong
Beautiful Demons by Sarra Cannon
The Opposite of Wild (or any book from this author) by Kylie Gilmore
Maid for Love by Marie Force
What inspired you to write this book?
Bleeding Hearts was a new genre for me to write. I wanted to try my hand at romance but knew I wasn’t ready for a story focusing solely on the romance. So, I came up with a romantic suspense novel and created a plot with two different story lines. I spent a good month planning out each chapter, but only writing the key components to keep me on track. Having to write more than one timeline was a challenge, but was very entertaining for myself and hopefully for my readers as well. They will get a chance to experience what Cami is doing now in her life as well as how she came to find herself in the situation in the beginning of the book.
The idea of a woman falling in love with a serial killer came to me when I moved into my apartment last year. We have an officer living down the hall with his wife (who are now good friends of mine) and I thought, if I were to get into trouble or someone is bothering me while my husband is away, I could go ask for help from them. That’s when I came up with the story. My main character, Cami Lucks was going to get herself into trouble and go for help. I used my friends as inspiration. Their personalities don't play a role in who my main characters are in the book, only the location of their apartment.
After coming up with what I wanted, I started on my outline, it's something I do for each book to help keep my creative juices flowing. I write one sentence or a few key words for what I want to happen on each chapter and I write the date to keep things organized. BH only took me two months to write. And it's one of my favorite books ever.
By Simon Driscoll
Genre: Tween Fantasy Adventure
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“Refuge granted. Have the barbarous youths of Barrington been attacking again?” Miazan asked, then smiled back. His long rows of dagger-like teeth made even his most inviting smile appear threatening.
I was much better at this game than when we first started. Currently the challenge was to sound as pompous as possible. Miazan explained this is how they speak in royal courts, but I couldn’t imagine anyone talking like that all the time, let alone ever finding myself in a royal court. I chewed as I formed the proper reply in my head. “Sadly, no. The foe I faced for the last fortnight was a person I once thought my friend.”
“Surely not Ashej.”
“No, he’s remained a decent host, though he’s become more distant since the difficulties began.”
I stared at his beautiful and fierce saurian face while I tried to puzzle out what all this could mean. Unable to reach a conclusion, I decided to ask the hardest question of all. “Miazan, the refuge I seek this morning is… not a… a… not a… fleeting or… or temporary one.” Grabbing an apple, I took a loud bite from the sweet crisp fruit. It was too early in the season for apples, but I didn’t question where Miazan acquired these feasts.
Miazan’s smile disappeared. “I cannot always protect you, little one. No one can.”
“Why not?” Bits of apple escaped as I spoke. Chagrinned at my mistake, I swallowed the rest before continuing. “You’re so much older and stronger than I am. Why can’t I live here with you?”
“Dani, I enjoy your company. But you are a human, and have a full human life ahead of you. I cannot fulfill all your human needs. Sometimes I am gone for months to places you cannot come. Who would look after you then? No, you must learn to face your challenges and find ways to overcome them.”
“First of all, not all dragons are friendly to each other, or to humans, for that matter, and some of them are larger than I am. Secondly… I… used to be human myself.” Miazan stared pensively upward at the small stalactites. Most of the larger ones were broken.
I couldn’t imagine what he was looking at, but perhaps he just couldn’t face me when he said it. My expression grew to wonder as I realized the implications of what he’d just revealed. If he had been human once, maybe there was a chance I could… “How did you become a dragon?”
“It’s a long story I never share with humans. Sorry.” His gaze shifted over to the wall of artifacts. It seemed he was looking everywhere but into my eyes.
Sitting there, I stared at my old friend in disbelief. “Could you… I mean, could I… I mean…” I took a deep breath and spat it out before I could change my mind again. “I want to become a dragon too.”
Miazan’s head snapped back around and he looked me right in the eyes. “You don’t mean that. Don’t ever say that unless you mean it!”
I backed away. I’d never seen Miazan upset about anything. “But why? Can it be any worse than my life right now?”
“Yes, Dani. It can.”
I let out a long sigh. “But my only friend is a dragon. The only person in the world who even welcomes me is a dragon. Why can’t I be a dragon too?”
Miazan didn’t speak right away. His expression showed he was deep in thought. When he spoke, it was a whisper so quiet I could not believe a dragon as large as Miazan could make such a small noise. I didn’t even see his lips move. “You cannot be a dragon, little one, because I love you too much to put you through the horrors I endured.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I sat silently, staring into his large eyes. What horrors had he seen? How could keeping me human protect me from anything?
Then, as if he hadn’t spoken at all, he said in his normal voice, “Becoming a dragon is not easy, and it won’t solve your problems. It takes a long time to prepare. If you truly want to be a dragon, come back next year. Don’t mention it again until the next winter snow melts. If you still want to be a dragon, I’ll find a way for you.”
My eyes went wide with shock. Ignoring the whispered warning, I latched on to what I wanted to hear. “Thank you, Miazan! I know I won’t change my mind. And I promise, I won’t ask again until the next spring thaw.” I filled my sack with food and left the cave, walking on air. The warmth of spring was almost here, and I knew it would be a long wait, but at least I had hope.
Simon has been a student of the scriptures all his life, and feels passionately about helping others understand them better. The most difficult aspect of scriptures to comprehend is prophecy. That is why Simon has combined his passions for writing and the scriptures to create a fictional account of the fulfillment of End Times Prophecies. The first book in the Warrior and Watchmen Series was published in 2015.
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The His Submissive Series Complete Collectionby Ava Claire Publication Date: November 26, 2013 Genre: Erotica
Recent college grad Leila Montgomery has her sights set on Whitmore and Creighton, a public relations agency for the rich and famous. She’s determined to get her foot in the door by any means necessary–but she doesn’t count on accidentally mouthing off to the enigmatic billionaire at the helm of the company, Jacob Whitmore.After a hot tryst in the stairwell, Jacob makes Leila a proposition: be his personal assistant and private submissive. Saying no could cost her dream job and a place among the wealthy and elite. But saying yes will cost her heart… From stairwells and private jets to Europe and proposals, The His Submissive Series Complete Collection includes all twelve parts of the best-selling His Submissive series in one single e-book.
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Under a Purple Moon
by Beverly Stowe McClure
GENRE: YA contemporary
“Eden, Eden. You okay?”
Murphy shook my shoulder gently, dragging me from my thoughts. “I’m okay.”
“You sure.? Why are you crying?’
“Crying?” I touched my cheek. Dampness chilled my fingers.
He handed me a napkin. “You want to talk about it?”
I wiped my eyes and drippy nose. “No.”
“All right. You want to play a game?”
“What do you have in mind?”
A light tapping noise from the direction of the front door interrupted Murphy’s answer. I scooted closer to him and whispered, “Murph, did you hear that?”
I clicked off the CD player.
The tapping repeated itself.
“That. Listen. Someone’s at the door.” I snuffed out the candles.
A muffled voice called, “Murph, it’s me.”
I eyed Murphy. “Whoever’s out there knows your name.”
“Yeah, I better let him in.”
Beverly is a member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators. She has fifteen books published for children and teens, along with short stories in three Chicken Soup for the Soul books. She also teaches a women’s Sunday school class at her church.
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I live in the midwest, but "Will Write for Travel," and believe everyone should follow their dreams, no matter how big or small. My favorite authors include Cindy Miles, S Walden, Suzanne Enoch, Tessa Dare (to name a few). I am a glutton for Historical, RomCom, Sports and MC romance.
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Sinners & Saints : A Patriot's Manifesto
by Kristina Garlick
GENRE: YA Fantasy
For you see, if man has a want or desire, it may take years, but he'll invent it. One thing I am still waiting on is that damn time machine. I am looking at you, Doc Brown. Ha! However, not all inventions should ever leave the paper. Sometimes an idea is just an idea as biological weapons rarely ever make anything better. Yeah, perhaps not every weapon should be tested or even used, as the results can't always be contained. United we... united we... we were supposed to stand together.
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Catey: "So is it cool that I sign you up for speed dating?"
Zoey: "What? No, f*ck no."
Catey: "Why not?"
Zoey: "There should be no speed dating in the zombie apocalypse."
Catey: "It's post apocalypse so get it right."
Zoey: "For now."
Catey: "And this is why you are single. You are so negative."
Zoey: "Huh, I didn't know that was the reason. I just thought it was because every eligible bachelor who isn't a toad has been either taken or eaten but hey, maybe I am wrong."
Catey: "I think it's because you put up a wall."
Zoey: "Stop analyzing me, or at the very least give me a Rorschach test or at the very least a crossword puzzle to pass the time then."
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ABOUT SWEET DREAMS
He may own a candy company, but this wealthy bachelor is no Willy Wonka.
Sugar Rush Candy Company CEO Luke Stone is a devoted businessman who doesn't do relationships. He does short-term affairs with clearly defined rules. But when a sexy bohemian angel propositions him in a bar, Luke is tempted to want more.Polly Lockhart is horrified when she wakes the morning after her twenty-third birthday to realize she made a fool of herself with a sinfully delicious man. She tells herself she doesn't have time for romance anyway, as she's fighting to keep her mother's beloved bakery afloat and finish her culinary studies. That all changes when her class tours the famed Sugar Rush headquarters, and Polly collides with her dream man again. As she succumbs to their hot attraction, Polly soon realizes her bakery isn't the only thing that needs saving. Luke, driven and unyielding, will burn out unless someone convinces him to taste the sweetness of life. But can Polly remember this sugar rush is only temporary?
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Her heart was racing. She reminded herself what she’d set out to prove to him, as well as the fact that he was obviously still expecting her to return to the massage.
I’m going full force, she’d told herself at the Troll’s House. She pulled in a heavy breath, gathered her courage, and straddled Luke’s lower back. The movement caused her skirt to ride higher on her thighs— not that he could see that, but the position allowed her to press weight evenly on both sides of his back. It also allowed her to feel the sheer strength of him right between her legs, but she tried to push that out of her mind and focus on her task.
Touching his bare skin was heaven, the friction against her palms warming her all the way down to her toes. When he groaned again, she pressed harder, kneading his lower back— where his drawstring pants were starting to ride dangerously low— and along his sides. Her breathing grew faster and sweat trickled between her breasts, but she held on to her composure and focused all her energy on helping Luke relax.
His muscles loosened slowly, molding like pliable dough beneath her hands. His own breathing slowed, his body sinking against the mattress. She slackened the pace of her massage, switching from short kneads to long, easy strokes designed to increase the flow of blood. She ended with a light rubbing of his lower back.
He was breathing deeply and evenly, his head turned to the side and his eyes closed. Polly eased away from straddling his thighs to sit beside him on the bed again. She leaned in closer to his ear.
“Luke,” she whispered. “Are you asleep?”
“No,” he mumbled.
“You can turn around now.”
“No, I can’t.”
“Because I have a boner the size of a redwood tree.”
A giggle escaped Polly at the same time that arousal poured through her veins like sweet, melted butter. Her pulse quickened. She let her gaze stroke over his body again. His muscles were still loose and relaxed, but there was a new kind of tension coiling through him. Sexual tension.
And if Polly rephrased his remark in her mind, which she absolutely did, she thought that what Luke had was a “big, throbbing cock.” She almost moaned aloud, squeezing her thighs together to assuage the ache that had burgeoned since she’d first started touching him. She’d been wet since then, too, her sex so slippery that he’d probably be able to slide his big, throbbing cock into her with no resistance whatsoever . . .
She closed her eyes, unable to stop herself from pressing her hand between her legs. Need sparked through her body, a flame that had been kindled the instant she’d looked up and met his gaze across the crowded bar.
She opened her eyes and looked at him again. He pushed to his elbows and turned his head. A hot, electric current sizzled between them.
There were a lot of things Polly didn’t know, or at least that she was still learning. But if she focused and paid attention to her instincts, she knew what she wanted. As long as she didn’t get swept up in silly thoughts of romance, then Luke Stone was exactly what she both wanted and needed.
She leaned closer and gazed into his lust-dark eyes.
“Turn around,” she whispered.
“You don’t know what you’re asking, Peach.”
“Yes, I do.” She pushed gently on his shoulder. “Turn around.”
With a slight grimace, he turned and flopped back against the pillows, his breath expelling on a long rush. Shivers raced through Polly as she drank in the sight of his bare chest, all beautiful, sculpted muscles and six-pack abdomen leading right down to . . .
Title: Call ME
Author: Gillian Jones
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: September 19, 2016
SynopsisSome know me as Chanel69. But to my friends and family, I'm simply Ellie Hughes. A university student who's in desperate need of money. A lot of money, and fast. I'm about to start a new job. Three nights a week I'll be the star in your late night fantasies, bringing your fetishes and fucked up scenarios to life. Men will listen to my voice while they get off on their dirtiest desires. Truth be told...this job makes me nervous. Regardless of the money, I don't think I can do it. But when he calls I feel an instant connection. Over time, he becomes my regular, my friend, and my confidant. The problem is…he seems familiar...I think I know who he is. If I’m right, how will he react when he discovers that I'm Chanel69?
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ExcerptScrewed. Done for. Finished. Finito. Fucked. Completely fucked. I need to get a grip. I knew taking the job here was going be a risk; it always is when taking a job where you’re the one on faculty with the least seniority. What I didn’t expect was that there might be a risk I didn’t foresee that could end my goddamned career. And one I’d meet on the first day of school. It’s my first year teaching at the University of Toronto. I was headhunted by the school, and finally agreed to make the move from Queen’s in Kingston to Toronto this year. Having my friends Mercer and Dylan both teaching here helped with my decision, but it was the chair offering me the two courses I loved to teach most that cinched it: Sexual Aesthetics & Representations in Film and Masters Thesis Essay in Sexual Diversity in Film. Both fascinating courses, and both with the same student enrolled who has me rethinking my decision to come here. Three words. Ellie Raine Hughes. They say you never get a second chance to make a first impression, and my first impression of Ellie—albeit unique—is not one I’ll soon forget. I’ve never had quite the “meet cute” as I did this morning—she is adorable. I swear to Christ, I thought my dick was going to spring out of my jeans when she settled into the seat in front of me in my Sexual Aesthetics class. First impression: not only is Ellie beautiful, she smells incredible, a mix of fruit and candy with a subtle vanilla twist, and I’ve never smelled anything quite so satisfying before. Don’t get me started on my thoughts when she took her sweater off. I’m curious to see if she’s actually a serious student or just the little jokester I saw glimpses of this morning. Not going to lie, I’m eager to find out. I always like to sit back and observe the students as they make their way into class on the first day. I find it gives me a better sense of who’s who, provides me with good insight for the semester; it gives an outlook as to what type of class I might have on my hands. Is there a good balance of serious and non-serious students? Are they a loud crew? Is the room full of students that think this will be a bird credit? And so on. This morning, however, I noted none of that. Sitting behind Ellie and Courtney only proved to distract me from my ritual viewing as my eyes and ears didn’t make it past them. I was instead too caught up in them—in her. As soon as I heard her honeyed voice make its way to my chair, my ears weren’t the only things that perked up to pay attention. As I sat back, I saw that Ellie’s smile was just as infectious as her laugh, and my senses zeroed in on her—and only her—during the time I was meant to be observing everyone coming in the lecture hall. Unfortunately, I honestly couldn’t tell you shit about the rest of the students, only her. If she’s as smart as she is attractive, then she’ll definitely be somebody’s jackpot. From experience, though, it’s never the way. It’s rare that a person is ever actually blessed with the trifecta of wit, intelligence and beauty that Ellie’s “Mr. Vernon” reply indicated. I just might like holding her for detention. Either way, I’ll gladly accept the lovely view for the semester. I, myself, prefer brains with a more understated beauty. Not that it would matter if I were attracted to her anyway, teacher/student relations are a no-go. However, listening to the two young women was quite entertaining. Entertaining to the point where I was almost late starting the class. Ms. Hughes seems to have a rebel streak, that whole “A for Asshole” joke piqued my curiosity. I’m very interested to see what type of student Ms. Hughes will be. Truth be told, I’d like to hear her thoughts about me more than I’d care to admit. Did she find me intimidating? Good looking? Does she think I’ll be some stuck up film guy, or did she like what she saw? I have a pretty good idea where Ellie’s friend was going before I choose that as my point of entry into the conversation. Luckily, I managed to start class on time, while gaining two new model students, I presume. The look on both women’s faces was priceless, once I’d introduced myself after I stood up from the seat behind them, shocking the hell out of them. The blush over Ellie’s face was even more compelling. Now, if only I could stop trying to imagine what the rest of her would look like flushed under my perusal. Ellie Raine Hughes could be big trouble if I’m not careful.
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