The time has come for Elizabeth Lancaster to begin standing on her own two feet, and seeing with her true eyes. The Ancients have enforced the Plan by taking away her father, Brett Lancaster, and Cain Atchley, her husband and soul mate — the two people who helped shelter Lizzie from the mysterious phenomena woven into her perfect world. She is no longer shielded from the shadows that have become as much a part of her life as breathing.
But her days of being lost are over. Lizzie knows she has to find her way through this uncertain new world that has emerged from the darkness and engulfed her. Lizzie knows she is different, and the only one who can find her own answers — now more than ever.
She has a legacy to build.
A legacy to teach.
And a promise to keep.
Lizzie finds herself conflicted and tormented as she is forced to deal with the last piece of the puzzle, so that the legacy of The Three Crowns can begin.
On the surface, Paige Paget seems to have it all.
She’s beautiful, confident, successful, and the co-owner of a new business,
Cheer-Mania Academy, with her sister, Polly.
But beneath her seemingly charmed life, Paige is a
woman stifled by rules.
When she meets Jordy Evans, the brother and now
guardian of Paige’s fourteen year old student, Gabrielle, she believes Jordy
may be the man of her dreams.
Dating a man with the responsibility of parenting a
teen means a whole new set of rules, and Paige isn’t so sure she can handle it.
But the rules of love might not let Paige get away
so easy!
Natalie-Nicole Bates is a book reviewer and
author.
Her passions in life include books and hockey
along with Victorian and Edwardian era photography and antique poison bottles.
Natalie contributes her uncharacteristic love of hockey to being born in
Russia.
She currently resides in the UK where she is
working on her next book and adding to her collection of 19th century
post-mortem photos.
Visit Natalie online at www.natalienicolebates.com
He was my protector. My savior. He would have done anything for me.That was the past. Now, he's a criminal. He has taken everything from me.He's my stepbrother and I hate him.I'm homeless, jobless, and desperate. Worst of all, I had to come crawling back. To him.I'm broke because of the money that he stole from me, and now I'm forced to work in the same seedy bar that he deals out of. Every night I have to listen to him f*ck whatever new girl he brought home, and every day I have to watch as he walks around shirtless and sexy.I'm going crazy.I want him and I know I shouldn't. Maybe he was once my Prince Charming, but now he's just a big, tattooed, pierced, cocky prick. Problem is, when he cut contact with me two years ago, I thought the feelings I had from him had disappeared. Now that he's back, my lust for him is back too.He's in trouble, with his gang and with the law.And me... I'm in trouble, too.
Alex Abbott is a former defense attorney who moonlights as an author of romantic suspense and erotic thrillers.
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Heartbreaker. I understand why I have the nickname. Hey, what can I say? I like women. All women. It doesn’t matter what shape, size, or color. I’m even into sharing. I’ve done it all, seen it all, but I’m at an all-time low. Who wouldn’t be? My best friend is missing. My uncle’s an asshole. I don’t know who I am without The Nights. We are a band of brothers, soldiering through the world with our music. Only, our faithful leader is gone, and everyone else in the band is falling for the oldest trap: love. Love is a lie. It is painful. It is hurtful. I need a break. I want to be alone. I'm not prepared to share the exclusive home on the Island. I'm not prepared for her. I don’t know who she is or why she's here. She tells me to call her Ireland. I tell her my first name only. Originally, I don’t want to believe she doesn’t recognize me. Bass guitarist for The Nights, come on? After a while we both play the game. Secrets are another form of lies, aren't they? Our fantasy will crash to reality too soon. Secrets catch up to you. The truth has to be told. It confirms what I already know: love is a lie. Until her.
I
wanted to know who she was. Scratch that, I didn’t care who she was. I wanted
to know how she got in the house. Damn these fangirls, sometimes. They knew no shame.
“Hey,”
I said grabbing her upper arm. “How did you get in here?”
She
seemed caught unaware of my approach and screamed loudly, pushing at my chest
hard enough, the sheer surprise forced me to let go of her.
With
her hand on her chest and her breasts rising and falling in great agitation, I
was able to see her big blue eyes and the sprinkle of freckles across her nose.
Her chin length blonde hair fell forward as she bent to clasp her knees and
catch her breath.
Standing
up almost as quickly as she bent over, she spoke to me through delicious
looking pink lips.
“Who
the fuck are you?” she growled.
“Who
the fuck, are you?” I returned.
“I’m…”
“You
know what, never mind. You need to go,” I said, cutting her off and reaching
for her upper arm again. “I don’t know how you got in here, where you came
from, or how you found me, but you need to go.”
I
began to tug her toward the front entry, her feet sliding in her flip-flops
across the tile flooring. She pulled back, and the force made her skid on an
angle across the slippery surface as I dragged her. She continued to glare at
me quizzically, leaning away from me.
“I
don’t know what you are talking about?”
“Did
you follow me, is that it? See me in the airport?”
“What?”
“Okay,
I love you too, now you need to go. Okay?”
“What
are you talking about?”
“Don’t
pretend you don’t know who I am?”
“I
don’t.”
I
stopped, still holding firmly to her arm. Something in her voice sounded like
she was being serious.
“I’m
Tristan.”
She
blinked, confusion clearly on her face. I was thoughtful for a moment. It was
the innocence in her blue eyes, and the fact she looked like she might cry.
Something wasn’t right with this scenario.
“Trist
– an,” I said slowly, as if she had some type of hearing impairment.
“Who?”
I
narrowed my eyes at her.
“What
kind of music do you listen to?”
“Country,”
she answered so quickly, she didn’t even blink an eye or stop for thought. On
top of that, she said it in such a way that showed she was thoroughly confused,
and almost disgusted with me, for even asking such a ridiculous question. She wrinkled
her nose.
“Look,
I know the owner, and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I
know the owner,” I repeated, “and you shouldn’t be here.”
“I’m
not leaving,” she said, pulling at her own arm again and sticking out a hand to
press against my chest as leverage. I had tugged my shirt off at some point
while I was passed out, and her warm hand felt good on my air-conditioned cool
skin. Her hand was tiny, I noticed. All of her was thin.
“I’m
supposed to be here. Alone,” I emphasized again.
She
didn’t respond, so I added, “I think I’ll just call the owner myself, to see
where the mix up is.”
“No,”
she blurted, stopping in her physical struggle against me. Her eyes opened even
wider, if that was possible, and her face was suddenly full of something I
couldn’t read. Her blue eyes brightened in a frightening sort of way. Was that
fear? Good, she should be afraid.
“Please.
I swear. I’m allowed to be here. You don’t need to call Isa.”
She
had me. I didn’t really know who Isa was, and the girl sounded confident enough
that I let her call my bluff.
“If
there is a mistake, and you were scheduled to stay as well, I won’t complain.
As a matter of fact, I won’t even be in your way. You won’t even know I’m here.
I plan to keep to myself.” Her eyes were
glassy, and again I worried she was about to cry.
I
released her arm and she pulled it back quickly. She fisted the hand of that
arm, holding it against her chest. She began rubbing her upper arm with the
opposite hand. I noticed again that she was thin, as were her breasts. I didn’t
care for small chested girls. I didn’t care for her.
“Well,
I’m Tristan, whom you claim to not know, and you are?”
“I’m…Ireland.”
“Ireland
what?”
“Just…Ireland.”
I
shook my head.
“So
this is how we’re going to play it? Fine, my Irish Isle. What are you doing in
the Caymans?”
She
looked at me for a moment, then leaned toward me and sniffed. She held the
disgusted expression on her face and wrinkled her nose as she pulled back.
“Probably
the same thing as you.”
“Drinking
myself into oblivion?” I laughed, crossing my arms over my bare chest
defensively.
“Hiding,” she replied.
Author Bio
L.B. Dunbar loves to read to the point it might be classified as an addiction. The past few years especially she has relished the many fabulous YA authors, the new genre of New Adult, traditional romances, and historical romances. A romantic at heart, she’s been accused of having an overactive imagination, as if that was a bad thing. Author of the Sensations Collection, Sound Advice, Taste Test, Fragrance Free, Touch Screen, and Sight Words, she is also author of the Legendary Rock Star series, beginning with The Legend of Arturo King. She grew up in Michigan, but has lived in Chicago for longer, calling it home with her husband and four children.
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I’d like to say I was always a writer. I’d also like to say that I wrote every day of my life since a child. That I took the teaching advice I give my former students because writing every day improves your writing. I’d like to say I have my ten-thousand hours that makes me a proficient writer. But I can’t say any of those things. I did dream of writing the “Great American Novel” until one day a friend said: Why does it have to be great? Why can’t it just be good and tell a story?
As a teenager, I wrote your typical love-angst poetry that did occasionally win me an award and honor me with addressing my senior high school class at our Baccalaureate Mass. I didn’t keep a journal because I was too afraid my mom would find it in the mattress where I kept my copy of Judy Blume’s Forever that I wasn’t allowed to read as a twelve year old.
I can say that books have been my life. I’m a reader. I loved to read the day I discovered “The Three Bears” as a first grader, and ever since then, the written word has been my friend. Books were an escape for me. An adventure to the unknown. A love affair I’d never know. I could be lost for hours in a book.
So why writing now? I had a story to tell. It haunted me from the moment I decided if I just wrote it down it would go away. But it didn’t. Three years after writing the first draft, a sign (yes, I believe in them) told me to fix up that draft and work the process to have it published. That’s what I did. But one story let to another, and another, and another. Then a new idea came into my head and a new storyline was created.
I was accused (that’s the correct word) of having an overactive imagination as a child, as if that was a bad thing. I’ve also been accused of having the personality of a Jack Russell terrier, full of energy, unable to relax, and always one step ahead. What can I say other than I have stories to tell and I think you’ll like them. If you don’t, that’s okay. We all have our book boyfriends. We all have our favorites. Whatever you do, though, take time for yourself and read a book.
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Her Dragon to Slay - The chemistry between this strong-willed curvy girl and
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Can these fated mates defeat their greatest
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Darkness Unleashed – Forbidden heat explodes between the two tormented, isolated
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Frippe House - Having inherited the estate of her Great-Aunt Alice, Becky soon finds the mysterious Frippe House is hiding some dark secrets. She faces a choice of dealing with her chequered family history, or going home and abandoning her inheritance.
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Exquisite Breath of Darkness - Being a nearly invincible immortal warrior,
Joseph Payne had never paid attention to time, but now time consumes his every
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Fate is about to rip Mia Harte, the only woman
he will ever love, out of his arms because she belongs to Eli Thomas, the
relentless alpha male of one of the strongest lycan packs in the Pacific
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Change – A sudden life
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would have predicted. Nickie finds out that not only do shape-shifters exist,
but she is one. The Kitsune are a race of shape-shifters that have been living
in secret alongside humans for centuries. As Nickie struggles to master her
newly discovered shape-shifting and the abilities it brings her, she learns
that some of the people in her life are far more than she knew. Can Nickie
handle all the changes headed her way on her own? Or does she have someone who
can help her?
