Protecting her from the fallen was his duty.
Falling in love was never part of his plan.
Loving her was forbidden.
Being with her was all that mattered, even if it meant he would be exiled for all eternity.
Claudia Emerson's life is about to change when her good friend, who coincidentally shares the same first and last name, dies in a tragic accident. Distraught at the loss of her friend, Claudia's dreams become tumultuous, and through them she mysteriously travels to another world called Crossroads. There, she unexpectedly meets Michael, a nephilim--half angel, half human. Now that she's been there, fallen and demons are after her, suspecting she must be special, and it is up to Michael and the other nephilim to protect her. Her dream becomes a nightmare as more secrets are revealed about who she really is, and the true identities of the people she loves most.
International Bestselling Author Mary Ting/M. Clarke resides in Southern California with her husband and two children. She enjoys oil painting and making jewelry. Writing her first novel, Crossroads Saga, happened by chance. It was a way to grieve the death of her beloved grandmother, and inspired by a dream she once had as a young girl. When she started reading new adult novels, she fell in love with the genre. It was the reason she had to write one-Something Great. Why the pen name, M Clarke? She tours with Magic Johnson Foundation to promote literacy and her children's chapter book-No Bullies Allowed.
We’re both stubborn, calculating, and controlling.
Mark Dixon doesn’t know what he’s getting into. He doesn’t know his games could cost us our lives. I have to do what is necessary to keep us alive, and that means guarding my heart.
But I know I’m defenseless against him, and in the end, he’ll force me to surrender.
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“I made you a promise, Charlie.” Mark’s already deep voice is layered with desire.
Once again, my control begins to slip. “What’s that?”
His hands drop a little lower beside my head. His lower body shifts so his knee is between my legs. I feel his arousal against my thigh.
My traitorous body shows its own awakening. My nipples hardening through the silk material don’t go unnoticed. Heat pools in my core and my breath hitches. I want him. There’s no use denying it.
“I told you I’d kiss you again. If you don’t stop me now, there’s no getting away.”
I should stop him. I need to stop him. There’s no way in hell it’s going to happen, though. I’m craving his lips again.
He gives me one second before he crushes his mouth against mine. His entire body shifts forward, and now I’m trapped. There’s nowhere to go. Nowhere to move that’s not Mark. He takes every part of my mind and body. Our hands roam each other as his tongue slides against mine. Passion ignites between us; it sets the room on fire. His fingers cup my neck and then glide down the front of my dress. His hand brands my skin as he takes his time exploring the open skin between us.
My fingers grip the lapels of his tux, holding him, molding him to me. I can’t get close enough. Our mouths stay fused as we both lose control.
Then my mind snaps.
I push back and my hands fly to my lips. They’re swollen, bruised from the force of the kiss. His hands brace against the wall. I keep my eyes downcast. I can’t believe I just did that, against the damn wall, at a ball commemorating my father.
I shift my dress, rake my fingers through my hair, and pull myself together.
“Charlie . . .” Mark finally speaks. It sounds like shouting even though it’s only loud enough for us to hear.
“That was the last time that will ever happen,” I say with no tremor to my voice. “Tonight we become partners. It’s not about whatever this is.” I shift my hands between us. “It’s about finding the information we’re both searching for.”
“And what if we find something else?”
“We shut it down. There’s no room for feelings in this world.”
Mark pushes back, giving me space. I instantly feel cold. “Okay, then. Have it your way.”
This is what I wanted, what we both need, but suddenly I wish it wasn’t. I wish I could pull him close, kiss him, fuck him, and just feel.
But wishes are for little girls.
About the Author
Corinne Michaels is an emotional, witty, sarcastic, and fun loving mom of two beautiful children. She’s happily married to the man of her dreams and is a former Navy wife. After spending months away from her husband while he was deployed, reading and writing was her escape from the loneliness.
Both her maternal and paternal grandmothers were librarians, which only intensified her love of reading. After years of writing short stories, she couldn’t ignore the call to finish her debut novel, Beloved. Her alpha Navy SEALs are broken, beautiful, and will steal your heart.
Never in a million years would I have pictured myself as an axe-wielding, dragon lady, chopping up multi-colored flannel shirts into my very own plaid mulch. But here I am, chopping away my frustrations.
It all started when my brother, Paul, convinced me to go on one last family road trip across the Mother Road with him and my dad.. Just like old times, right? Wrong. What Paul fails to mention is his best man, Porter, will be joining us, who just so happens to be my childhood crush and the man who broke my heart four years ago.
What is supposed to be a fun, family bonding experience across Route 66 turns into a war of pranks, awkward moments and bathrooms full of dirty flannel shirts and day old beard clippings. Paul’s know-it-all attitude and Porter’s devilish charm brings me to the brink of my sanity on my seven day trek across the United States with three bearded men in a small 1980’s RV.
Born in New York and raised in Southern California, Meghan has grown into a sassy, peanut butter eating, blonde haired swearing, animal hoarding lady. She is known to bust out and dance if "It's Raining Men" starts beating through the air and heaven forbid you get a margarita in her, protect your legs because they may be humped.
Once she started commuting for an hour and twenty minutes every day to work for three years, she began to have conversations play in her head, real life, deep male voices and dainty lady coos kind of conversations. Perturbed and confused, she decided to either see a therapist about the hot and steamy voices running through her head or start writing them down. She decided to go with the cheaper option and started writing... enter her first novel, Caught Looking.
Now you can find the spicy, most definitely on the border of lunacy, kind of crazy lady residing in Colorado with the love of her life and her five, furry four legged children, hiking a trail or hiding behind shelves at grocery stores, wondering what kind of lube the nervous stranger will bring home to his wife. Oh and she loves a good boob squeeze!
Ever since Alexis Newman was young, she knew her path in life, but to
get to the top you have to start from the bottom. With no man in her life, she
sets out with her best friend to dance her frustrations away.
Catching the eye of the crusaders MC resident
assassin was definitely not in her life plans.
Cobra is not the type of alpha you read about,
he's not romantic, he doesn't date, he doesn't care. His life is all about
protecting his club, doing whatever necessary. That all changes when he spots
her across the club. She sparks something in him. Ice cold Cobra starts
wondering whether he can have a happily ever after but at what cost?
Setting his sight on love was not in his life plan.
With war brewing between the crusaders and their
rivals, the hell riders, there is danger lurking around every corner. Will
Cobra bring Alexis to the dark side? Or walk away forever?
Will Alexis give up her perfect life plan for an
unknown future?
Decision time. Head or heart? Life, love or death?
I was unglued. Completely unhinged to the point of flipping everyone off and
saying fuck this shit, packing my stuff and riding across the country where
no-one can find me.
My heart feels like it’s bleeding wrong, pumping blood in the wrong direction.
Cracked and shattered, it would take a lifetime to repair.
I may have known Lauren just a few months but she flew in, wreaking havoc with
her bubbly persona, latching onto me like I was her Goddamn lifeline.
It was all fucking crap. It was just a bit of fun for her, she told everyone,
wasn’t ready to settle down with the white picket fence and 2.5 kids. Did I ask
for that shit? Hell to the fucking no. Never once did I mention I wanted all
that. I just wanted her, as she was, but mine; only mine.
She broke me. Big bad biker dude and she fucking broke me.
Lauren
and Champ have a life set up, ready to settle down together as a unit. But with
Christmas around the corner, and danger lurking in the background, will
Christmas be one to celebrate? Or will heartbreak and despair take over?
A Mafia drug lord is making himself known to small MC club, LA
Rebels. But with not enough man power to handle such a fuck up, will the
Crusaders cruise in to save the day?
The turn of events isn’t what Lauren expected, she’s frustrated
with lack of communication between her and her man, will she stay with Champ or
will she finally give in and walk away? Will she be able to cope with the
devastation that is upon them?
Lucii
is a your typical British girl, hates the sun and hibernates when summer
arrives! She lives at home with her 3 year old daughter, where they spend the
day watching Frozen and playing playdoh.
She started off as a regular person, job, home life, health
issues and a love of reading. After reading the Fifty shade phenomenon, she
went onto social media to seek other authors writing the same or similar
genres. She entered a world she didn’t know existed and went to open a
successful blog.
Inspiring dreams took a back burner, while she learned the book
community and met a bunch of amazing authors and readers alike.
A year later she decided to start writing, hoping against hope
that her friends and fellow readers will like what she brings to the table.
