Thursday, March 2, 2017

Cover Reveal - Wanted by Dee Palmer @deepalmerwriter

Title: Wanted
Author: Dee Palmer
Genre: Erotic Romantic Comedy
Cover Design: CLP
Release Date: March 30, 2017


I waited ten years for the right guy, then four come along at once.

I wasn’t even looking for my Mr Right. I thought I’d found him and he was just waiting for that perfect moment to pop the question. When the time came it was far from perfect The event left me a humiliated, broken-hearted mess.

Still, a person would have to be batshit crazy to do what I’ve done, or I’m about to do.

I’m Orange County bound with all my worldly possessions crammed into five suitcases and an agreement to marry one of four complete strangers.

I just don’t know which one of the four men it’s going to be.

No need to panic.

I have a whole month to make my decision. Who would do such a thing? No sane woman that’s for sure, but then with a name like Seraphim, I was never going to normal.

Hi, you can call me Finn.


“Stay, Finn…please,” she mutters, her fat lip wobbling. She’s killing me.

“I can’t, Hope” I shake my head and the heaviness in my heart, the sadness I feel is a fraction of the sorrow I have endured and she knows this. “I wasted ten years of my life with a man who had no intention of marrying me H, and he even took delight in humiliating me about that fact in front of all my friends. He made me feel utterly worthless and now...” I stutter and draw in a fortifying breath, “I have these men and one of them promised to marry me. I get to choose…me, I—” I clamp my mouth shut at my apocalyptic fuck-up.

“Men?” she snaps.

“Man, I meant man.” I wave my hand to dismiss my seemingly silly mistake,

“You said men,” Hope corrects and then gasps. “Finn you didn’t answer that advert?” Her hands fly to her mouth, eyes like saucers and we both suck in a shocked breath.

“I…I…—” I can’t construct a sentence. She steps up to me and interrupts so I don’t have to. I wish she didn’t.

“That’s who you’ve been talking to so secretively these last three months every spare minute. That’s what all this gym shit you’ve been dragging me to morning, noon, and night for the last three months has been all about. It’s because you need to be fit enough to take on four guys?” She stares at me and her mouth is open so wide it’s comical, but I’m not laughing. I’m waiting for the scream, the howl of judgement to rain down on my slutty arse. I draw in a breath and brace.

“Yes.” I tip my chin and time comes to a halt…and continues to halt I frown at my friend, the statue. Her wide emerald eyes are fixed and focused, though I’m not sure on what. I wave my hand in from of her face but she doesn’t flinch. Is it possible to be catatonic standing up?

“Hope? Are you okay? You’re kind of freaking me out.” I look around to see if anyone else is observing my friend’s weird behaviour, but no one is paying us any attention. Well, other than the parking officer who is scowling between Dolly and the No Waiting sign. “Hope!” I hiss a little loud, and she blinks and gives a full body shudder, regaining her senses.

“Four guys?” she asks with a degree of aw in her tone.

I hesitate but answer.


“At one time?” She arches a brow and her lips begin to curl into a wicked smirk.

“Not necessarily. We haven’t actually gone over the logistics,” I reply, a little straight-laced given the topic, but we’re hardly in a secret-sharing environment.

“But they wanted a twenty year old?”

Her incredulous face pisses me off and I place my hands on my hips and tip my chin, my tone is a little on the defensive side.

“Well, they got a mid-to-late twenty-year-old, that has worked her arse to knock the last several years off her clock…literally.” I straighten my back and subtly tighten my tummy in lieu of drawing in an obvious slimming breath.

“Oh babe, you do. You look smoking hot don’t worry about that.” She pats my arms and flashes her best friend reassuring smile. “No. You need to worry more about the fact that you don’t have enough holes, because babe, that’s something you can’t fix at the gym.” She bites her lip to hold in her trademark filthy laugh, but I crack first and she’s quick to follow. She throws back her head, full on belly aching, dirty laughter falling from her lips, eyes streaming, shaking her head. “Oh my God, you’re going to be kept busy around the cock.” She doubles over at her own joke and waves me down because I think she has another. “They’re in the Forces right? They’re going to want everything to run like cockwork.”

“Okaaaay then, are we finished?” I pat her back as she attempts to regain her composure.

“Sorry. So sorry…too tempting, but you’re right, you have a flight to catch…the cock is ticking. No time to be dicking around now.” She snorts out another laugh.

“Hope.” I sigh.

“Look, Finn. I still think you’re batshit insane, but if you have to go crazy at least you’ll have lots of nuts to keep you company.” She pulls me in for a final hug, but I can see she’s genuinely smiling, and her face is a little wet from her tears, but her expression doesn’t hold any anxiousness or tension. There’s a little worry, but that’s understandable. Maybe I should’ve told her sooner. “I just want you to promise to do one thing for me.” She clears her throat and her tone is soft but serious.

“What’s that?” I ask and wait with bated breath for her to tell me what she’ll need from me to ease her mind, and if it’s anything within my power. She hesitates a moment before her shoulders start to shake.

“Pictures…I want lots of pictures.” She snickers some more.

“I’m gone. I’ll call you when I land.” I turn on my heel and start to push the half-tonne trolley away from my best, but annoying friend.

“With pictures!” she calls after me.

“Sure, with pictures.” I turn my back to the trolley, so I’m facing her but pushing the beast up the ramp, away from the cars.

“You go, girl. Take one for the team! Oh wait, no. Take four with the team!” she shouts over the entire departures drop-off area, with the volume of a crowd control foghorn.

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Dee Palmer hates talking about herself in the third person so I won't. My husband had my iPod engraved one Christmas with 'sing like no-one's listening' and I know my family actually wish they weren't listening because I am, in fact, tone deaf but it doesn't stop me and this gentle support has enabled me to fulfill a dream. This has been a truly brilliant experience. Amazon Best seller in Erotic Romance category and short listed for Erotic Author Guild Best Breakthrough Author and Best Series for The Choices Trilogy in's been a pretty fantastic first year!

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Cover Reveal - Chasing Kade by Anna Paige @AnnaPaigeWrites

Chasing Kade (Thrill of the Chase, #1)

Release Date: March 17, 2017

There's no such thing as too much fun…
Incredibly, immeasurably, categorically false.
Try: It's all fun and games until someone ends up in the tabloids.

Kade Edenfield was rock royalty. If every rock god in history gathered for dinner, his seat would be at the head of the table. He was that good. His band was elevated to a level few ever reached, and he was having the time of his life.
Until one misstep too many landed him on the front page of every gossip rag around the globe, and the band's label decided to saddle them with a PR priss whose sole mission in life was to suck the fun right out of his.
He wanted her gone.
Until he realized he just plain wanted her.

Aubrey Taylor didn’t ask to be assigned to babysit a band full of troublemakers, but she wasn’t given a choice. Wanted or not, she intended to fix the mess they’d made. She’d do it quickly, efficiently, and then she’d get the hell out of there. Unfortunately, after meeting their openly hostile singer—the one with the notoriously menacing stare—it was clear she was in over her head. When Kade made a point to challenge her at every turn, unafraid of using intimidation to get her to back down, she found herself in even deeper trouble.
While she ‘officially’ resented and feared him, their power struggle secretly turned her on.
She desperately wanted to win their little standoff, but what was she supposed to do when she realized she wanted him even more? 

Kade Edenfield was a violent man. 
The whole world knew it, had heard the stories and seen the reports about the assault charge in Missouri last year. 
He was huge, and short-tempered, and he didn't like me one damn bit. 
Yeah, I was afraid of Kade Edenfield. And if that wasn't problem enough, he also turned me on. 
That menacing stare he was so known for? Yep, made my heart gallop like a racehorse.
The hard lines of his face, the steely set of his jaw, even the downward turn of his mouth when he argued with me today; it all made me hot. Embarrassingly hot. Unprofessionally hot. Pathetically hot. 
He was a far cry from my usual type, my last serious relationship—several years ago—having been with a rather boring accountant with no discernible sense of humor. Now, I was panting after music's most notorious bad boy. I must have lost my damn mind, and if I wasn't careful to hide the attraction, I'd lose my job too. Not that I would ever do anything about it, but it was definitely a problem I hadn't anticipated when I was given the assignment. I assumed I'd dislike him, and maybe I did, to a degree. But not all of me was afraid of him, and that was what worried me most. 
Author Bio: 
Anna Paige is the author of the Broken series; Broken Ground, Flawlessly Broken, and All the Broken Pieces, as well as the Thrill of the Chase series. The first TotC novel--Chasing Kade--is releasing in March.

She lives in a rural town in North Carolina where the only activity is the rhythmic color change of the solitary stoplight and a very real threat of being carried away by mosquitoes. The only alternative to terminal boredom is writing, making life interesting if only on the page. 
Anna is happily married, with one amazing son and a pair of hilarious pets. When she’s not writing, she’s trying to make a dent in her TBR pile. Given that she’s constantly adding new titles to the list, the chances of her ever finishing are slim. 

And she’s completely fine with that.
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Cover Reveal - Vengeance in Bloom by Jennifer Michael @Jenn_Michael44

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Title: Vengeance in Bloom
Series: Love Unauthorized Book Two
Author: Jennifer Michael
Release Date: March 23, 2017
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Vengeance is sweet. Collateral damage is inevitable in a game of revenge. Loyalty is gone, and hearts have been shattered. Paisley and Burke now face the aftermath of deceit, but can they do so together or will their love be a casualty?
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As a child, Jennifer Michael dreamed of being an author. Life and adulting eventually pushed that dream down to a mere fantasy, which was where it stayed for years. Then, through a stroke of luck and a Kindle, she found the indie romance world, and the dream that was long ago deemed unattainable became a reality. Writing fulfills pieces of her she lost long ago. Jennifer writes stories that range from sweet and sultry to dark and daring. Behind her computer, she’s constantly dreaming up where she’ll go, what new characters she’ll meet along the way, and what genre she will concur next. From her house in southwest Florida, she spends far too much time wishing she were at the beach with a good book. She’s an avid reader of fiction, but is a huge fan of gritty stories with deep emotion or dark twisty plot twists. She’s also known to indulge in guilty pleasure television shows. She gets sucked into the world of characters from all mediums. She loves to hear from her readers so make sure to check her out on social media.
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Excerpt Reveal - What I Need by J.Daniels @JDanielsbooks

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From New York Times bestselling author, J. Daniels, comes a sexy new STANDALONE novel. Riley Tennyson has made a huge mistake. At least, that’s what she keeps telling herself. Showing up to her brother’s wedding pissed off and newly single, Riley seeks comfort in solitude and an open bar, until the gorgeous and irresistibly charming CJ Tully makes her a better offer―a wild night with the master of smooth-talking where nothing is off limits. Riley does what any single woman would do, and a connection is made. One neither one of them can ignore. But when she comes home to the boyfriend she no longer thought she had, Riley buries her secret and begs CJ to do the same. Forget about each other. It was a mistake. That’s all it was… right? Desires are hidden. Distance is kept. Until one night CJ makes the ultimate sacrifice, and Riley can no longer avoid the man she can’t stop thinking about. Not with him sleeping down the hall…    


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“You Tully?” I jerk my chin at the guy standing at the security booth after he speaks, then throw a look of appreciation at the bouncer who led me over here before he steps away. “Name’s Mark. I’m running things tonight. It’s good to have you,” the guy says. We shake hands. “Yeah. Don’t mention it,” I reply. He looks around the venue and gestures. “Packed joint tonight. Shouldn’t get too crazy with this band and the crowd it’s bringing out, but we never wanna risk it. It’s good having backup.” “How many of us you got?” I ask him over the music when the band starts playing, leaning closer to hear his response. “You and another guy who’s already here. He’s hanging out up by the stage. Plus a bunch of our guys.” He hooks his thumb at the floor to ceiling windows along the front of the building, adding, “I got some uniforms on the street keeping that shit under control in case people get tossed out.” I nod, liking what I’m hearing. The Red Door isn’t the biggest venue I’ve worked security on, but it’s big enough. Managing this shit alone can present a challenge. And by the looks of it, it’s a sold out show. More eyes we got on the crowd, the better. “You run into any problems yet?” I ask. The guy shakes his head. “Nah. Just normal shit. People trying to sneak in their own booze,” he replies, glancing at the door where everyone is filing in. “Confiscated it. No issues. Everything else seems to be running smooth.” “Good,” I say when I meet his eyes. “I’ll keep near the back since the other guy’s covering the front. I’ll come to you if I run into any problems.” “Sounds good, man.” We exchange another hand shake, then I step away and move through the crowd. I stop near the center of the room and stay to the back like I said so I can have full view of the floor that’s packed with bodies, some keeping position and others moving away from me, pushing to get closer to the stage. Bringing my arms across my chest, I stand tall and do a sweep of the place. I’ve been here before so I know the layout. There’s a bar to the right of where I’m standing, stretching the length of the wall. Restrooms are behind me. Other than the hallway leading to the rooms behind the stage where bands hang out, there’s isn’t much that isn’t visible. Plus, it’s one level, standing room only, so I don’t gotta worry about another floor I need to cover. Should be an easy gig. I do shit like this on the side for the extra cash. Venues hosting concerts are always looking for cops who are willing to come out and beef up security. We stay in civilian clothes so we blend in, and unless I’m having to act on something, I typically get out without anyone knowing I’m a cop. Easy money. Ain’t nothing wrong with that. I look back to the dance floor. The lights are dimmed. Red and blue strobe lights positioned on the ceiling illuminate the crowd, along with the bright, white lights shining from the stage. Visibility is good. Another plus. I worked a few of these where it wasn’t and that only presented problems. But here, I can see faces. Can see other shit going on too if someone’s dumb enough to try something too. I anticipate it. Events like this always bring out some of the stupidest motherfuckers. Which is exactly why they like having us work these things. Security can only do so much. I’m three songs into the set when the beat picks up. The bass vibrates along the floor. I feel it pulsing in my feet. The faster rhythm stirs the crowd and shifts them around. More bodies gather and move closer to the stage, jumping up with their fists in the air and belting out lyrics, drawing people away from the bar. Others stay toward the back where there’s room to dance. That’s where I’m looking, and that’s where I see her. Blonde. I blink. My eyes refocus. Then I stare at waves the color of sand flowing down the back of a tiny thing swaying to the music. Shirt tied off at the waist. Lower back showing. Hips shaking in some tight as shit black jeans. Ass looking fucking incredible. Damn. She reaches above her, bends her elbows and rakes her fingers through her hair, lifting it off her neck as her body keeps moving in ways I feel straight in my cock, then after letting her arms drop, she looks toward the bar with eyes searching, giving me full view of her profile. My chest grows motherfucking tight. I blink again, thinking I’m seeing things. Riley Tennyson wets her lips. Fuck. I’m not seeing things. Jesus Christ. This is just what I need. Working this shit, needing to stay focused and eyes alert to all bodies in this room and now I know for damn sure that’s not gonna be happening, meaning this gig just went from easy to really fucking complicated. There’s only one body I’m interested in keeping eyes on and it’s the one making my dick hard. Motherfucker. Riley Tennyson is gonna fucking kill me. I pull in a deep breath, watching that sweet face get ripped out of view when Riley looks toward the stage again. She keeps dancing. Keeps shaking that perfect ass and swaying those perfect hips, fingers curling in and lifting those long waves again, also perfect. Every part of her. Every fucking inch. Perfection. And I’m not even considering what she’s got going on in the front. Shouldn’t even be considering it—we’re friends, she’s taken, and I’m not a fucking asshole—but that didn’t stop me all day when I couldn’t keep those spectacular tits off my mind, even going a step further into crazy when I shared that with her through a text. I need to quit now. Stop this shit. I can avoid it. I got options. Switch with the guy hanging up by the stage, hoping Riley keeps her location. Or fuck it. Just pull out of this gig all together. Make up some excuse. I don’t need the cash. I don’t need to be staring. I sure as fuck don’t need to be getting hard right now. I got options. Just need to pick one. Simple. Yeah… Real fucking simple. I breathe in deep again, letting it out slowly. And I do this staring at her. Only at her. And the more staring I do the more I start to notice, like how she seems to be out there dancing alone, not with another person or a group of friends she came with. People around her are keeping to themselves or appearing to be together, throwing their arms around each other or sharing looks. Acting friendly. Just not with her. Riley isn’t meeting anyone’s eyes. She’s not trying to talk to anyone. She’s in her own little world. She’s here alone. He made her come to this shit alone. Anger fills me. My jaw flexes while the muscles in my arms and shoulders start locking up. My choice of options just grew by one. Instead of charging through the crowd which, no lie, is exactly what I want to be doing right now, I reach into the back pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone. I shoot out a quick text. Me: Tell me he’s here. Lifting my eyes, I watch as Riley pauses mid ass-shake, slaps her back pocket, tugs out her phone and brings it in front of her. Her head tilts down, then a second later it’s lifting and she’s searching all around where she’s standing, peering around people and standing taller. She finds me when she finally twists around, head first and then body following. Her lips part. Her blue eyes go round, flames burning me up like they always do. Riley starts moving my way and my eyes lower, first to her mouth, watching the slow smile twist across it and take shape. She looks happy to see me. I shouldn’t put stock into that but I do. It’s what I want. Then my eyes keep dropping and I get full view of her tits. Her full, heavy, perfect fucking tits. Sitting high behind her tight white shirt and bouncing with her steps. Jesus Christ. My new friend has tits like that. And by the looks of it, she didn’t bother putting on a bra either. What the fuck did I do in a previous life to deserve this kind of torture? “Hey. I didn’t know you were coming to this,” Riley says all sweet sounding when she reaches me, stopping close and offering me a smile. Sweat gathers on her brow and in the hollow dip in her throat. She shoves her phone away and questions, “Why are you standing all the way back here? Don’t you wanna get closer so you can see the band?” “Working,” I tell her, lifting my eyes before I punch a hole through my jeans. I tuck my phone into my back pocket, adding, “Trust me. I can see plenty from where I’m standing.” Ain’t that the fucking truth. Riley blinks, then looks to my chest. “You’re not wearing your uniform,” she observes. I squint at her mouth. I got what she said, but I can barely hear her over the music. I don’t like that. I want to hear her. “Come on.” Grabbing her elbow, I pull Riley with me to the back corner of the room, stopping beside the hallway that leads to the restrooms and crowding the wall. It’s as far from the speakers as I can get her unless I take her outside, and I’m not sure I want to do that. Only `cause I know I’ll want to leave with her. Meaning I absolutely want to do that. Shoulder pressing to the wall, I release her elbow after tugging Riley close. I pull my arms across my chest. “Not typically something I wanna advertise when I’m staying undercover,” I say in response to her observation. “Oh.” She looks up at me, smiling and lifting her shoulders with a jerk. “Cool,” she says. I can see Riley better where we’re standing now. The hallway light is shining on her, making her skin glow. I look her over. She wearing more makeup than I’ve ever seen her in. Black lines her eyes and her lashes are darker. Thicker too. I like that. Her cheeks are flushed from the dancing she was doing. That combined with the whatever she’s got on her face is hiding her freckles from me. I don’t like that. But I don’t tell Riley. I keep looking. Red lips, full and shiny. Cock sucking lips. I know that from experience. Shit. Don’t go there. I focus on her eyes again. Blue and black, fading out to grey. Like a storm coming… “You totally still look like a cop,” Riley shares, jarring my focus. The corner of her mouth twitches. “You’re not fooling anyone, CJ Tully.” My brows raise. “Yeah?” She nods, laughing. “You look scary and pissed off. Smile a little.” I don’t smile. Not even when she amps hers up and gives it to me, pairing it with another soft giggle. I get straight to the point with her because getting off point with Riley is gonna lead to this shit getting even more complicated, and fuck, I’ve looked enough tonight to run the risk of major fucking complications. Plus, she’s laughing. Smiling. Looking like she’s thinking the same things I’m thinking. Get to the fucking point, Tully. “You gonna answer my question?” I ask. Her brow furrows. “What question?” “I asked you if he was here,” I remind her. “Oh.” Nodding, Riley looks behind her in the direction of the bar, then meets my eyes again. “Yeah, he went to get a drink. He doesn’t really want to be here. I kinda dragged him out.” “Why?” “Why what?” “Why’d you need to drag him out?” Riley tilts her head. “Because… he doesn’t really want to be here?” she repeats slowly, looking puzzled. “I just told you. He doesn’t like The Killers.” “So?” “So?” “Yeah, babe. So.” She straightens her head, but her eyes narrow as if she’s thinking hard. “You’ve lost me,” she shares. “Forget it,” I mumble, looking away, knowing I got no business getting up in her shit the way I’m doing. I need to back off. “No. What? Tell me.” Riley reaches out and places her hand on my forearm. I look down and watch her black painted fingers wrap around and curl under. I feel them squeeze. Our eyes lock. “Tell me,” she pleads, looking close to begging for this. My blood starts running hot. Scorching. Hot. Fuck it. I’m getting up in her shit. “I’m here because I’m working for extra cash, not because I’m digging the music,” I share, staring into her eyes and seeing hers staring back, like what I’m revealing is something she needs to hear, not just something she’s curious about. “Don’t hate it. I listen to stuff like this on occasion but it ain’t something I’d pay money to see. That being said, my woman wants to come to a show like this, crowd this size, booze flowing, other shit possibly going on, she ain’t coming alone. No discussion needed. I could hate this music to the point it makes my fucking ears bleed and I’m still going with her.” “Why?” Riley asks. “To protect her?” “That.” I jerk my chin. “And `cause she’s mine and a real man can deal with shitty music for a few hours if it means putting in time with his woman.” Riley drags her teeth along her bottom lip. Her chest starts working harder, moving stricter with her breaths. I should stop now. The way she’s looking at me… I should stop. I don’t. “Saw you dancing and thought you were here alone,” I add, smirking. “Already hate that motherfucker for what he gets to touch every night. I thought I was gonna have to kill him.” Riley stares up at me. She doesn’t blink. Doesn’t breathe. “Babe,” I probe. “You shouldn’t say that,” she says, face serious. Her hand squeezes tighter. She’s anxious now, maybe. Or pissed. I don’t know. I decide to ease her mind if it’s nerves getting to her. “I wouldn’t really kill him.” My smirk grows into a smile. “Mess him up though.” “No. Not that.” She shakes her head. “The other thing. What he gets to touch. You shouldn’t say that.” “It’s true.” “Even so. We’re friends. You shouldn’t say it.” I bend to get closer. “You might wanna take your hand off me if we’re friends, darlin’.”
I-don't-give-a-damn_torn     logo-rectangle-1-2400-x-1025J.Daniels is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of the Sweet Addiction series, the Alabama Summer series, and the Dirty Deeds series. She would rather bake than cook, she listens to music entirely too loud, and loves writing stories her children will never read. Her husband and children are her greatest loves, with cupcakes coming in at a close second. J grew up in Baltimore and resides in Maryland with her family. Sign up to receive her newsletter and get special offers and exclusive release info: Twitter | Instagram | Website | Facebook | Amazon Author Page |Goodreads | Reader’s Group    

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Immure Diaries-Part I 
by H.Q. Frost 

A chance encounter puts Akela Dietz in a stupor for the first time in years. When the encounter happens again and again, she becomes leery of the attractive Brit that puts a beat back into her heart.
Malcolm Corpseknot III is peculiar, too good looking to be true, and a trained killer. When his scope is set on Akela, he’s not sure if he wants to hit or miss. 
She’s a force to be reckoned with, already having given up on life, and she’s going to be the death of him. If she doesn’t end up dead first.

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This book got me hook, line, and sinker. I was completely unprepared for this dastardly but praiseworthy plot. And the characters? They were just stunning. All of them. HQ Frost's writing style is so compelling it makes it hard to put her books down. The story had mystery, lust, and twisted minds. Loved that this book moved from interesting to can't put down and wishing that the second book was already out. I definitely recommend this book to anyone who wants some serious entertainment.

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"Sometimes love is selfish, but beautiful..." - NTY Bestselling author, Heidi McLaughlin
"A love story that will drag race straight into your soul and win over your heart." - Gretchen de la O, author of Broken Girl
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After an intense whirlwind romance, Karrie Parker thought she had it all: a sexy husband, a loving family, a great career and a beautiful home.
Together they lived a life fit for royalty.
But when tragedy strikes, Karrie is devastated and left to face the consequences of her husband’s deepest, darkest secrets. Discovering the strength to carry on while making important, life-changing decisions, she finds herself desperate for answers. And holding the key to the puzzle is the one man she loathes immensely.
For up and coming motorcycle drag racer Tyler Strong, keeping painful secrets was never part of the plan. Racing motorcycles and winning was all he ever wanted to do. But when his best friend’s lies begin to unravel, Tyler is sent into a tailspin when he’s forced to come face to face with the one woman he vowed to stay away from. The woman he refuses to speak to, the woman he avoids, the woman he watches…from a distance.
As the truth becomes clear, will destiny bring these two unlikely souls together or tear them apart forever?
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L.M. Carr, author of The Giving Trilogy, is a wife, a mom, an educator, a reader and a writer who lives in central Connecticut with her family and two dogs. When she’s not sitting at her computer writing, she loves to read or spend time with family and friends. The idea for the trilogy formed in the summer of 2013 and wouldn’t leave her alone, until she picked up a pen and jotted the thoughts down. Before long, words flowed as the story began to unravel. L.M. Carr is a lover of “Happily Ever Afters” because the world is filled with enough sadness. Reading is an escape in which anything is possible. But like in reality, stories sometimes take you on a journey through Hell before you can reach Heaven. Follow along as we begin this journey together.