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Title: After August
Author: Angela March
Genre: Romantic Suspence
Release Date: October 6th, 2015

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Seven years is a long time to live behind the protection and safety of high thick walls. Kiera Mason is ready to re-enter society. Starting over with family she hardly knows, a new name, new city, new uncertainty of what her future holds. It’s never as easy as they say. Loss of everything she knows to be true, even who she is or was.
Jacob O’Malley local playboy, Harley riding, tattoo covered owner of a dive bar in downtown Charleston. Jake is content floating through life, bedding who he chooses, never committing. He has never been an emotional type, but when Whitney Anson’s cousin walks into the picture, Jake has met his emotional awakening in the blue eyes of Vivian Anson.
When hot-shot architect Alex West rolls into Charleston to work for Budreau Anson, Whitney decides she’ll let her “serviceman” Jake off the hook for cutting her off to pursue her cousin.
Alex West has no interest in Whitney and her superficial ways, he zeros in on Vivian.
Whitney Anson has been dethroned by her cousin Vivian, and the spoiled socialite isn’t having any of it. She’ll find a way be get what she wants even if it means creating havoc on the ones she holds near and dear. After all, she is the princess of Charleston, or so she thinks.
With all tragedies, they happen so fast, too fast to the point you doubt your own memories about the event. It’s never the same, you are never the same after tragedy strikes and you look death in the face and survive to tell your tale, especially when you look in the mirror and are reminded of the horror you endured.
Lies, secrets and superficial exteriors.
People have three faces, one you show the world, one you show your family and close friends, and your true face that you only show yourself.

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I shake my head no, “Please stop.” I say pushing against him, “Don’t do this.” I say, my head screaming.
  “Tell me… tell me, what you want.” his words are only a whisper.
  I close my eyes and feel the heat come to my cheeks. “I can’t do this…” I say opening my eyes and looking into his.
  “Vivian, let me do this, let me inside…let me taste you, let me show you pleasure.” his eyes match the intensity of his words as his lips take mine.
  Jake catches me as my legs give out, pulling me into him. His mouth assaulting my lips, his arms holding me in place. My mind and body can no longer resist this gorgeous man. I no longer care. I need to be wanted, desired, I need to feel like a woman.
   I run my hands around his waist and up his damp corded back, his muscles tight, tense with the need for me. His mouth and body invading my space attacking my senses. Jake lifts me, sitting me down on the counter grabbing the tops of my thighs and wrapping them around his waist.
  I can’t get close enough,

Please touch me…Vivian, I need you to touch me and let me know it’s okay… say the words…. Tell me it’s okay….



5 Incredible Stars for After August. 

Kiera Mason carries around the scars of her past.  She has been locked away for seven years now it is time to start living again.  New home, new name, new life with family she barley knows.   
Angela March has done an outstanding job with After August.  The secondary characters play a very important roll are well written with much involvement.  

After August is not to be missed. 

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Angela March has accomplished another "Life Goal" of writing a book series. Angela has always loved any and everything creative. She has taken all the aspects of the stories she likes to read, compiling them into her writing style. Angela has found her comfort zone in writing by crossing genres, Modern Day Romance and tapping into her love of Psychological Thrillers, sometimes combining the two. Angela adds her own personal life experiences and a dash of humor to her romance books. Angela’s life motto is… You have one shot at life... When my time is up I want to slide into home saying what a ride… what a wild ride.
Facebook writers page: www.facebook.com/angelamarchbooks
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Other Books By Angela March
A Southern Series: Boxed Set
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Meet Virginia: Book 1,
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Georgia Girl: Book 2,
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Too Close to See: Book 3,
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Psychological Thriller, Voices in Lavender:
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Blog Tour Unshakable (Able Series #4) by Gigi Aceves

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Title:  Unshakable (Able Series #4) 
Author: Gigi Aceves 
Blog Tour: October 26 - 30 
Genre: New Adult 
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The Wildflower and Her Shield

Sophia Andrews craves simplicity in the complex mosaic world of politics.

Damien Williams thrives in the complex environment of the Secret Service with great simplicity.

As their worlds collide, so do their feelings for each other.

Damien is her Shield. Sophia is his ever-rebellious Wildflower. His love and affection is her only wish and desire. Her safety is his prime concern. What happens when he tries to protect Sophia from the very world she exists in?

Will he choose his love for his job or his love for the woman he serves to protect? Will loving Damien hinder her own happiness? Can Sophia do what is expected of her, or will she take a stand?

Will the pomp that surrounds Sophia and Damien be the circumstance that will make their love UNSHAKABLE?

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After growing up in the Philippines, I now live in California with my husband and two girls. My husband survived two bouts of cancer, AML Leukemia and Mucoid Carcinoma; hence, the inspiration for Unbreakable. I thank the good Lord for healing my husband, twice. It can’t get any better than that.
Our oldest, Andrea is a junior in APU. When she looks at my computer, the first thing out of her mouth is “Mom! What are you looking at? Dad!” Our youngest, Allysa is a freshman in high school. The few times she passed by me and looked over my shoulder when I was writing, her reaction was, “Mom! I’m telling dad!” There you have it; I have two double agents in my house. What happened to loyalty?
If my husband is the ying to my yang, Andrea is the Marlin to my Dory while Allysa is the Buzz Lightyear to my Woody. I love the beach, but I hate the sand; I love to travel, but I hate to fly; I love to eat but, I hate gaining weight (all women can relate to this); and so goes my little quirks in life.
Am I crazy? Well, the jury is still out on that one; however, I’d like to think if I can make one person smile with my craziness, it’s all worth it.

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Book Tour - Wreck by Heather C Leigh ( Win a Kindle Fire Giveaway)



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Hawke Evans is the drummer for the Grammy winning Sphere of Irony. The quiet, tattooed and pierced hottie behind a pair of geek chic glasses is hiding a seriously troubled adrenaline junkie with a death wish.


Abby Kessler is studying psychology at UCLA. Her desire to help those fighting mental illness stems from a life-changing incident in her past.


When Abby meets Hawke backstage at a local club, she’s instantly attracted to his bad boy good looks. But when she discovers the damaged man beneath the beautiful exterior, she’s compelled to make up for past mistakes.


How long will it take for Hawke to realize his reckless behavior isn’t only endangering him, but the hearts of those around him? How long will it take for Abby to see that she can’t help someone who has no desire to be fixed?


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“Go away, Evans. I’m talking this nice girl.” This prick has no idea how close I am to snapping or what Abby means to me. The way Brad says ‘girl’, combined with the obvious ‘fuck off so I can get laid’ look in his eyes, seals Brad’s fate.
Blinded by rage, I pull back my arm and drill my fist right into his smug face.
“Fuck!” Brad cries out. He touches his mouth to find his lip split open and bleeding.
“Oh my god, Hawke! What is your problem?” Abby shouts. I move to punch the bastard again, but Abby steps between us, grabbing my hand. “Stop!”
“Move,” I hiss, shooting a murderous glare over Abby’s shoulder at Brad, who is still holding his hand up to his mouth.
The rest of the room has gone silent, everyone stopping to stare at the disruption, eager to watch a good fight. Dax must have either left or is holed up in his room with Kate, otherwise he’d be right in the middle of things, using his enormous muscles and underground fighting skills to put an end to the confrontation.
“Don’t,” Abby begs, forcing me to look at her by stepping into my line of sight. When I meet her eyes, shimmering with tears and betrayal, all of the rage I felt for Brad turns into frustration with Abby for drinking and putting herself in the situation with Brad to begin with.
“Leave,” I bark at Brad, pointing at the front door. Before she can protest, I grab Abby’s wrist and haul her to my room. She stumbles behind me on her high heels. Using my foot, I slam the door shut with a bang.
“Ouch, Hawke!” Abby twists out of my hold, turning to glare at me. “What is your problem?”
“My problem?” I shout. “I’m not the one getting drunk and letting Brad piece-of-shit Vargas touch my ass!”
Her mouth drops open and her eyes bulge. “Are you kidding me right now?”
I step forward, crowding her in a corner of the tiny space I share with Gavin. “Oh, I’m far from fucking kidding, Abby. He’s a slimy douchebag who wants nothing more than to get you drunk and fuck you.”
“So what? It’s none of your business who I sleep with!” Abby puts her hands on her hips and scowls. It’s almost adorable, until she continues her rant, going straight for the jugular. “I don’t say anything about the whores you bang every night!”
Anger, shame, raging desire—they all battle inside my chest, clashing until they detonate in a huge fireball of uncontrollable emotions. “I don’t want them!” I shout, my hands going to my hair, fisting huge hunks.
I step closer, Abby’s back now pressed against the bathroom door. I lean forward, dropping my hands to cage her in on either side of her head. Her breathing picks up and I drop my gaze to drag up her sinful body, ending at her heart-stopping eyes. “Don’t you get it, Abby?” My voice lowers as I finally confess what I’ve held inside for too long. “I don’t want Brad touching you. I don’t want anyone touching you! I want you. You’re mine.”
Abby gasps, either in shock at my declaration, or with desire. I don’t wait to find out because at that moment, I lean closer, letting my hips press against hers so she can feel exactly how much I want her. Abby’s eyes fall to my mouth, her thick lashes fluttering against flushed skin. When her pink tongue darts out to lick her lips, any remaining willpower I possessed dissolves into nothingness.
I tilt my head to see if that mouth tastes as sweet as she smells, but Abby holds me back with a hand to my chest. A fist squeezes around my heart. Of course she doesn’t want me. Why would she? I’m a fucked up mess and she knows it.
Abby inhales a shaky breath, drawing my attention back to her eyes once more. “What’s your real name?” she asks.
“What?” I pull my brows together.
“Your real name. I… I don’t want my first time to be with someone whose name I don’t know,” she whispers, her cheeks blazing red with embarrassment.
I huff out a laugh. “Henry. It’s Henry Walker Evans.”
“Like Gavin Walker?”
I shake my head. “No relation.”
“Henry,” she says, smiling as she trails her trembling fingers up my chest, over my collarbone, to wrap around the back of my neck. “Kiss me, Henry.”
Without hesitation, I lift my hands from the door to cup her flushed cheeks, letting my full weight press against her body. Abby’s tongue darts out to wet her lips, sending a rush of blood straight to my groin. I groan in pleasure. “God, I’ve been wanting to do this forever.” Before she can answer, I lean in and our mouths connect.
Abby melts against the door, her muscles going limp, allowing me to control the kiss. When I slide my tongue against the seam of her lips, she lets out a throaty moan that vibrates all the way to my toes. Her mouth parts on a soft exhale, the sound sending little sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. I’m so turned on, so desperate to taste and feel every part of her, that my brain turns off and instinct takes over. Primal, animal instinct to possess, to claim, to make her mine.
I step forward, putting one foot between hers to kick her feet apart. Once there’s enough room to maneuver, I push my stiff dick against the junction of her thighs. Abby gasps and comes to life. The girl who was content to be passively carried along through our kiss, threads her fingers through my hair and grips tight. The streak of pain across my scalp shreds my last vestiges of rational thought.
Panting, I break away, dizzily gulping down oxygen. “Off. Now.” I grab the hem of her silky tank top and yank it over her head, revealing two perfect, round breasts supported by a lacy white bra. “Fuck.” I palm my hard-on through my way too tight jeans, the ache nearly unbearable.
Abby stares at me, her eyes wild, pupils dilated. Desire has put crimson streaks on her cheekbones and turned her throat and chest a deep shade of pink. “Your turn,” she says, clawing at the bottom of my own T-shirt. I reach over my head to pull it off, but hesitate when my fingers grip the material.
The scars. I’ve haven’t had sex with anyone without a shirt on since the accident, usually not even getting my pants all the way off. It’s always been quick backroom hook-ups or blow jobs. My pulse races, fear overtaking desire, pricking my skin uncomfortably.
“Henry.” Abby caresses my cheek, her thumb brushing across the silver stud in my bottom lip. “I don’t care. I want you, all of you. You’re perfect the way you are.”
Our eyes lock, and I know she’s telling the truth. This is Abby. I can trust her. She skims her hands down my ribcage, hooking her fingers into the waist of my jeans. In a bold move, Abby tugs me forward and arches her back off the door, grinding against my aching cock.
I nod, knowing right now, I’ll give her whatever she wants. I fist the collar of the shirt and pull it over my head, balling it up in my hands between us, using it as my final shield. Without breaking eye contact, Abby covers my hands with her own and slowly removes my fingers, taking the shirt from me. She tosses it to the ground, blue eyes still fixed on mine. Abby slides her hands around my waist and I flinch.
“Don’t be afraid,” she murmurs, skimming her hands up my torso, her fingers exploring every inch. They brush across my abs to my chest, where she gently flicks her thumbs across my nipples. “I’m not. I know you’ll take care of me.”
“Jesus, Abby.” My head lolls back from the pleasure of her touch.
Abby winds her hands behind my head and pulls my mouth back to hers. Our tongues slide together, wet and hot and so fucking perfect. She stops to catch her breath, fumbling with the button on her own jeans. As I stare, entranced, Abby shoves down her pants and underwear and reaches behind her to unsnap her bra, letting it slide down her arms to the floor. She’s so beautiful, I stop breathing to stare at her naked body, snapping out of it only when she speaks. “Make love to me, Henry.”


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Heather C. Leigh is the author of the Amazon best selling Famous series. She likes to write about the 'dark' side of fame. The part that the public doesn't get to see, how difficult it is to live in a fishbowl and how that affects relationships.

Heather was born and raised in New England and currently lives outside Atlanta, GA with her husband, 2 kids, and French Bulldog, Shelby.

She loves the Red Sox, the Patriots, and anything chocolate (but not white chocolate, everyone knows it's not real chocolate so it doesn't count) and has left explicit instructions in her will to have her ashes snuck into Fenway Park and sneakily sprinkled all over while her family enjoys beer, hot dogs, and a wicked good time.


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Double Cover Reveal Code of Honor (Code #2) by J.R. Bryce

Title: Code of Honor
Series: Code #2
Author: J.R. Bryce
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Romance/Former Military
Coming: November 30, 2015
Mark Williams is a former Marine who needs a temporary, just for show bodyguard simply to ease his father's mind. He hires Julie Jameson, a beautiful young woman who looks nothing like a bodyguard even though her resume indicates she’s tough as nails. She's the perfect candidate. but he's got a few demands of his own. First on that list: he can take his own damn bullets.

Julie doesn’t like being told she was hired because of her looks, or that she isn't allowed to do her job. She is not just an overpriced escort with a gun, she’s good at what she does. Except as things heat up and it becomes obvious to both of them that the threat is real, Mark treats her more like part of the team despite his obvious desire to protect her. And he never treats her as an escort, despite the fact that she really starts regretting that particular clause in the contract.

Together they face explosions, flying bullets, injuries and judgement, all the while dealing with a safehouse full of her brothers, multiple government agencies trying to work together, old friends and older secrets.

The only thing either of them is sure about is that if they both survive, they aren’t letting go. All they have to do is make sure that happens.


Title: Code of Service
Series: Code #1
Author: J.R. Bryce
Genre: Adult, Contemporary Military Romance
Published: February 9, 2015
SSG Cull Dempsey returns to the town he grew up in ostensibly to help get one of his men settled after a career ending injury, but he’s at a crossroads himself. Due for retirement, tired of certain parts of his job and not knowing anything but the life he’s led for over twenty years, he doesn’t see a place for himself in the civilian world. Nor does he think he belongs anywhere near Megan Hall, a beautiful but battered woman just starting to live life on her terms. The real question he finds himself facing isn’t if he can manage a life outside the military, but if he can control himself enough to keep her safe… even from him.

Warning: Contains sexy soldiers with issues, crazy sisters, family drama, a very distressing damsel, a truly evil ex and lots and lots of smartassery.

JR Bryce (that's me) has been writing since I could read, with varying levels of success. Some of those early stories were not the bestsellers I hoped for at age six, but I've gotten better over time. Really. I promise.

I live in my office corner with a man-eating Chihuahua draped across my lap, my real live Evil Muse mind-controlling me via electronic communication, and writing like a crazy person while my all-too-precocious spawnlings plot each other’s murders and my husband runs away in a vain attempt to save his sanity. Fortunately, the beautiful Oregon Coast has lots of things to distract him so I can get the words on paper.
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