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Personal Experiences by Tracey Lee

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Title: Personal Experiences

Author: Tracey Lee

Genre: Erotic

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Elleny Barker and Trevor McHale have loved each other since the second grade. Growing up in a small Georgia town, they had the same group of friends and they all had dreams of leaving Richland. Elle’s life was perfect; going to the perfect college, had the perfect life plan of becoming a doctor and had the perfect boyfriend going to college on a full ride football scholarship. Until the day Elle’s life was turned upside down; making a decision that she thought would be the best for both her and Trevor, she turned to the one man she thought would be willing to help her, Trevor’s best friend, Willie “Bear” Jackson.  Seventeen years later; Elleny, brought on by violent abuse and still feeling the sting of losing the only man she’s ever loved; is a changed woman, for the worse. She has locked her heart away and refuses to give it to anyone. Then it happened, a millionaire, whose company just bought out the local plant where Elle’s husband is a foreman moves into town; or should I say BACK into town; turns out that it’s Trevor McHale. Secrets have kept them apart for seventeen years; will they end up keeping them apart for the rest of their lives? Life teaches us harsh lessons; Personal Experiences teach us life’s true meaning.

WARNING: contains some graphic, dark scenes that are not for the light-hearted including torture. BUT DOES CONTAIN A HAPPILY EVER AFTER!  Discretion is advised!!!

 

“The Personal Series”

Personal Experiences Book #1 Elleny’s story

Personal Possession Book #2 Trevor’s story

“Untitled” Book #3 JoJo’s story

“Untitled” Book #4 Luc’s story

20130314_140109Author Bio:
Tracy lives with her husband and 4 children in a small town just outside Tulsa, Ok. Originally from Brandon, Florida she was a city girl at heart. Growing tired of living in the concrete jungle she wanted a change of scenery and pace; she packed her kids up and moved to Oklahoma where she met her husband.  Now she’s seen snow, touched pigs and has cows and chickens in her back yard.

Being a stay at home mom she became an avid reader and part-time blogger; she decided to put the three of them together and try her hand at writing and fell in love. In between running kids from band practice to PTO meetings, she enjoys her “me time” working on her next book.  She thoroughly enjoys head-banging heavy metal and a kickass game of Black Ops and will be your slave if you offer her chocolate.

 

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Tracy’s official website page http://authortracylee.blogspot.com/

Tracy can be found on Twitter at:  https://twitter.com/AuthorTracyLee

She can also be found on Facebook:  https://www.facebook.com/tracylee32

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Excerpt:

I’m breathing heavier than I’ve ever breathed before in my life. Tears are running down my face and I had no idea I was even crying. I have to get away from here. I look over at TJ. He’s faceless. He’s staring at me as though he’s staring at that wall behind me. He’s not saying a word, he’s simply just a shell.

I turn around to walk away when I feel him grab my arm and turn me around and he picks me up

“What the fuck TJ?” my voice; barely there is rough and cracked. He doesn’t say a word just carries me toward his room. He opens the door carries me through it and shuts it with his foot. Not saying a word he sets me down.

“What are we doing TJ?” he just stares at me again. I feel him unbutton my pants, I hear them unzip as he pulls them apart.

“TJ, you can’t do this….I’m not begging.”

Still, nothing comes from his mouth. I feel him grab my pants; he slowly pulls them down to my ankles. He taps the top of my foot. I pull my foot out of my pant leg. He does the same on the other side, I cooperate. He stands back up and gently removes the chain from my neck. He just as gently removes my shirt. I’m standing there in my panties and bra. He goes over to the wall and hits the light switch.

As he’s walking I begin to beg “Please TJ….no, please don’t turn on the-“

That’s as much as I got out of my mouth as I look down at my body. I see TJ slowly walk up beside me leisurely running his fingertips as gently as he can over the purple, pink and green marks that cover my whole abdominal area. He circles around me studying my body, using very little pressure as he touches my skin.

I close my eyes, I can’t even imagine at this point in time what he’s thinking

“TJ-“

“Shhhhh” that’s as much as I have gotten out of him in the last twenty minutes.

He circles around me one more time when he stops behind me. He unhooks my bra and come around the front of me. I have my arms folded across my bra. He gently pulls my arms down and I comply. He then goes back to my shoulders and pulls my straps down until it’s hanging from his one finger. I go to put my hands back up to hide my breasts.

“Don’t you even fucking think about it” he’s talking again in that low, terrifying voice

I drop my arms back down to my sides and turn my head to look away from him. He gently kneels back in front of me and slowly pulls my panties down my legs. I hesitate and begin to say his name but he beats me to the punch.

“Don’t say a fucking word”

He pulls them down to my ankles and again, I step out of them when he taps on my feet.

There I stand nude, bruised and extremely humiliated in front of the one man I never wanted to be naked in front of again.

Still kneeling in front of me he begins to slowly run his hands up my calves, then my thighs, he’s moving so slowly I’m wondering what he’s trying to figure out, how long the bruises have been there? Maybe he’s wondering when the last time I got my ass kicked was.

He reaches my stomach and rubs his fingers over my C-section scar from the twins, I squeeze my eyes shut. This is fucking killing me. He touches my ribs again, he makes his way up to my breasts, he just runs his fingertips over my nipples, they become hard and erect from just that little touch from his hands

He brings his hands down to around my waist and gently places his hands on my hips and pulls himself closer to me. He places tiny kisses on the bruising that covers my stomach. He moves over to my hips and ribs and places kisses on that area as well, he pushes himself back and moves to the other side and repeats. He eventually works his way back to the middle and kisses my stomach as though he’s kissing my uterus for the babies that I had been made to get rid of.

He doesn’t look at me but by the tone in his voice I know he is dead serious.

He whispers to my stomach, “I’m gonna kill him Elle” he stands up and doesn’t say another word. He walks nonchalantly into the bathroom. He closes the door behind him. I just stand there for a moment wondering are we done. Should I get dressed again? That’s when I hear all hell break lose. TJ is screaming, not saying nothing but just screaming at the top of his lungs. Glass is breaking, things are being thrown, and punches are landing against the wall. Toiletry items being pushed off the sink, landing and breaking all over the tile floor I hurry up and pull on my panties, shirt and shoes, I grab his shoes that I see by the bedroom door and I fly to the bathroom. I can’t see from the mascara tears that have blinded me. I throw the door open and see him standing in the middle of this enormous jumble of chaos that my words had created, I couldn’t keep my anger under wraps and I let everything except the most important secret out.

I look at TJ, he looks back at me; he’s huffing and puffing from the exertion, his eyes are bloodshot, his face is beet red. “Oh Jesus, TJ this is all my fault” I say through my tears. I walk over to him and ask him as pleasantly as possible “TJ….honey pick up your foot Sweetie, so that I can slip on your shoe, I don’t want you to cut yourself.” He obeys and I repeat the process of putting on his other shoe to get him out of this mess. We walk back through the bedroom and I grab some more jeans and a shirt for him. My clothes are fine, I grab them and head for the bedroom door. I open it and then shut it behind us and head for my suite so that I can get him showered and dressed, I did this; I needed to clean it up. We went into my room and I walked him into the bathroom. I went to the shower and turned on the water so that it could warm up.

I began to do what he did to me. I took off his shirt gently and when it stuck to his head I winced and apologized. I undid his pants and pulled them down leaving his boxers on. I removed his shoes before I pulled his jeans down his legs and then off his feet. Sitting on the side of the tub in his boxers I didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable so I thought I’d leave it up to him

“Would you like me to leave while you get in the shower?”

“I’m sorry Elle”

I stopped what I was doing and just stood there

“I’m so sorry baby” he said as he bent down and grabbed my cheeks in his hands and pulled me up to him.

“Shhhh, TJ…..Sweetie, none of this is your fault”

He was restraining himself, I could tell. His voice was shaky, his hands were wobbly and they didn’t know where to touch me. He was controlling himself by limiting his contact with me. He knew he was on the edge, as did I.

He still had my head in his hands as he pulled me up to his face, he touched his lips to mine still repeating over and over again. “I’m so sorry baby” as I was repeating “It’s ok, everything is fine”.

He sealed his lips over mine and began to swipe his tongue all through my mouth as though he was wiping away all the bad Bear had done to my mouth and I allowed him too. His kiss became harder as he started to lose control.  My hands flew up into his hair where I wrapped my fingers in to secure him in place I pushed him deeper into me. He broke the kiss and began to kiss down my neck with the lightest of kisses. “TJ babe, I’m not glass. As he continued kissing me he replied “Yes you are you should never have to hurt like this.” He began walking me backward as we passed by the shower he reached in and turned it off. I didn’t stop him. We continued walking straight back into my room. Our kisses so desperate for each other, we couldn’t get close enough. There was no turning back now. I couldn’t; I had to feel him within me. I needed to feel him. He curled his fingers around the bottom of my shirt, I lifted my arms to answer his unspoken question. I wanted him just as bad as he wanted me. We broke our kiss long enough to get my shirt over my head. My hands went down to the top of his boxers and began to push them down. His lips sucking my tongue deeper into his mouth, gently, he was nibbling against it. I unlocked my lips from his and was joined to him by my tongue and his lips. I smiled, this was my happiness. I felt his fingers dive into the corners of my panties when he let go of my tongue. “Say the words Elle, I have to hear them from you, I have to know that you want this just as bad as I do. This can’t be all just me” I looked him in the eyes for what seemed like minutes but was in fact seconds. I put my nose to his and opened my eyes to look in his and said it “Please TJ, I need you baby” he pulled my panties down and laid me gently on the bed. He continued kissing me as he reached down and pulled his boxers off. I grabbed around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist and allowed him to drag me up on the bed where he had better access. “TJ honey, please, I’m begging you here.” He began slowly nibbling my skin at my throat and worked his way down. He licked my right nipple and I bowed up into him. He brought it between his teeth and bit gently; teasingly. He worked his way over to the other side and worked that breast as well. He sucked and licked and bit, I closed my eyes and relished the emotions pouring out of him.

“I’ve missed this baby. You’re still so beautiful. You will never fully comprehend what you do to me. ” As he’s talking he kissing, slowly working his way down. I’m just listening to his words until I feel him blow gently against my clit. I retract up the bed and pull my knees up to my chest and yell “No….anything but that, you can’t do that, no putting your mouth on it”

He sits back on his knees and looks up to the ceiling but his eyes are closed

“Elle baby, I’ve done it before on you, please I have to taste you.”

I continually shake my head. “No, anything but that you can’t put your mouth on it.”

Frustrated, he asks “why, why can’t I put my mouth on it?”

I put my head down on my knees and tell him “He says it taste disgusting, he tells me it’s not clean”

All at once, in once swift move he grabs my legs and pulls them down to him so that I’m now laying on my back. My legs are out to each of his sides and he’s got his face buried in between my legs. His tongue is flat and he is lapping up every drop of wetness I produce. “I’m gonna make you come with my mouth and I’m going to drink you up, you understand me Elleny? This is beauty. This pussy right here.” Lick. “This is my heaven”. Lick. “This is my sanctuary.” Lick.  “My refuge.” Lick. “That mother fucker doesn’t even deserve to lay next to this treasure.” Lick, lick. “He will never in his entire fucking piece of shit life be worthy enough to put his fingers against this pussy.” He opens me up wider to get to my clit, he tickles it with the tip of his tongue. “Do you feel that baby? Do you feel how good that feels….my tongue licking up every bit of you? That’s how you make me feel. My mouth is against the most perfect jewel that will ever be found….and it’s all mine. The wealthiest of wealthiest men will never find a gem as perfect as yours. It’s so beautiful; pink and bulging, just for me Elle….every bit of it mine.”  He continues flicking his tongue against me. I am crying.  I’m not sure if it’s because of happiness, sadness, or because I’m getting ready to come or maybe a little of it all mixed together.

I unwrap my fingers from the sheets and run them through his hair. I push his head against me; I’m on the verge of coming so I begin to lift my hips up and down quickly against his tongue. “That’s it Elle, work that beautiful pussy against my tongue, and come all over my face. You look so gorgeous when you ride my tongue. Just as I am about to come he sticks two fingers slowly into me and that’s what it takes to push me over. I scream at the top of my lungs. It has been so long since I’ve climaxed like this, it’s overwhelming to me. He continues to lap up all my wetness, moaning that sexy moan as he does it. “Give it all to me babe, I want it all. Everything he’s taken from you. I’m giving it back.”

I pull him up to me and insert his rock hard shaft in me as he begins to push slowly into me. “Oh fuck Elle, I’m trying to take it slow, tell me if I hurt you”

I nibble on his ear as I whisper “Do it TJ, I need to feel you move inside of me”

He slowly enters me completely and doesn’t move. He pushes his arms up so he’s hovering over me “Do you feel that Elle, do you feel my cock deep within you? This is how deep you are within me. You are so deep within me Elle, I can’t find a way to get you out.” He begins to pull out; I bow towards him and close my eyes. “I want your eyes Elle” I wrap my arms around his neck and bring my mouth up to his. I lock eyes with him as my lips barely touch his; I ask the same questions he asked me that night, seventeen years ago; “Tell me you need me TJ” he kisses me as he begins to speed up his thrusting “Elleny, I need you so much baby. I can’t function without you. For seventeen years I’ve been sleeping then you were brought back to me and now I’m finally awake” He’s now thrusting in and out of me faster, his breathing is speeding up. “Tell me what you want TJ, describe it” “I want you beside me for the rest of my life, when I wake up, when I go to sleep. I want you to give me babies and I want to be able to share with you this love that is overflowing inside me.” I begin to tense, I feel my orgasm building. I know he feels it too because he begins to moan and starts telling me “Fuck baby you’re squeezing me so fucking tight, I’m gonna come.” He thrusts twice, three more times filling me up with every drop of him. He eventually stops moving and just stays inside of me. “Can I tell you something and please…don’t get mad or upset” TJ pushes himself back up again and he rolls his eyes at me “Yes, but hurry before I change my mind” I take a breath “When Bear was pushing himself in my mouth he kept asking me if I liked the taste of what real love was but it was the most disgusting taste I’ve ever tasted in my life. Love shouldn’t be disgusting and nasty….should it?” Looking me in the face I could see he didn’t set himself up for a question like that, he gently pulled himself out of me and bent back down so that his face was between my legs again. He began licking and tongue-fucking me, moaning again so sexy and erotic. It was beautiful. Then he came back over me and looked me in the eyes “Give me your mouth babe” I gave him my mouth. He stuck his tongue in. I could taste a part of him mixed with what must be a part of me and it wasn’t bad. It was sweet yet salty and had just a hint of bitterness. I swirled my tongue in his mouth to taste more of our combination. He broke the kiss “Do you taste that Elleny? That’s what real love tastes like. Pure, uncorrupted, virtuous, UNTAINTED. That’s what straight- from-your-fucking-soul-love tastes like. You got me?”

He wiped the tear from my face and licked it off his thumb as he whispered “Let me put you back together. Babe, you’re not broken your just damaged. Remember… bendable….not breakable” he says as he kisses my nose. I turn my head from him and say quietly “TJ, there’s so much that you don’t know. Things that are shattering.” “Then when the time is right we’ll get through it…..Let me heal you Elle” I closed my eyes and lay my head against his and think the words….out loud “OK”

 

 

 

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Whiskey Lullaby, Love Songs Book 1, by Dawn Martens & Emily Minton


Whiskey Lullaby

Authors: Dawn Marten and Emily Minton
Julie Walker thought she found true love with Jase. Until he betrayed her in the worst way, with one of her best friends. Devastated and heartbroken she runs away,leaving behind her family and friends. She starts a new life filled with secrets.When Julie meets Dean, she thinks he is the answer to all her prayers, but Dean isn’t who she thinks he is.

Jase Gibson is a player. Even when he had the girl of his dreams, he still played. When he lost Julie, his life fell apart. He turned to whiskey and women, to fill the void. But, only Julie will ever make him whole.

Nine years later, Julie’s back home, but she’s not alone. What will happen when all of Julie’s secrets are uncovered?

Jase vowed that if he ever got her back, he would do right by her and never let her go. Will he let Julie’s secret keep them apart?

When Julie’s ex-husband refuses to be her ex, Jase must choose to help her or hang on to his anger.

Jase and Julie have to find a way to give their whiskey lullaby a happy ending.

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About The Authors:

MartensI’m Dawn. I co-wrote a two books (Chase and Kade) with fellow author Chantal Fernando, in the Resisting Love. We went solo on three of the books, she wrote Ryder, and she is writing James, and I’m writing Derek.

Also working on a book currently with my friend Isabella Bearden, called A Second Chance!

AND I’m currently writing a book with good friend Emily Minton called Whiskey Lullaby.

I drink too much, Swear too much, and Read too much. Yes I read too much. I don’t have a filter, and I tend to speak before I think.

I’m a beta reader for many authors, I’m on a few authors ARC list, because apparently I’m THAT awesome. 😉 And I also Edit. Not a professional, but I do help a few with that.

I have two children, 5&2, and have another on the way. They bug the shit outta me, but hey, that’s what kids are supposed to do. 😉 Married since 2007. He’s amazing, but he’s also a bigger pain in my ass than my kids are.

I love to read. and I love being able to write stories that *I* want to read!

I couldn’t do this without the help of some very special friends!

Author Social Media Links:

https://www.facebook.com/martens.dawn

http://www.goodreads.com/Dawn_Martens

http://dawnmartens.blogspot.ca/?zx=b52a169373dab8c2

MintonI’m Emily.  I am the proud mother of two lovable but irritating teenagers. I have been married for over twenty years, but I would gladly trade my husband for Tatum Jackson any day!

If you are wondering who that is, you need to read Sweet Dreams by KA now. Kristen Ashley is my queen!

I love to read.  I am a complete mommy porn junkie!  I have more books on my kindle than most people could read in a lifetime, but I will get to them all eventually!

I am also an avid blogger.  I love to share my favorite books and pimp my favorite authors.

I just finished writing my first solo book, Windows.  I hope you all enjoy it!

 Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Author-Emily-Minton/586124878106489

Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7171978.Emily_Minton

Twitter: https://twitter.com/AuthorEmilyMint

Blog: http://authoremilyminton.blogspot.com/


































 Dawn Martens: I’m Dawn. I co-wrote a two books (Chase
and Kade) with fellow author Chantal Fernando, in the Resisting Love. We went
solo on three of the books, she wrote Ryder, and she is writing James, and I just finished writing Derek.

I drink too much,
Swear too much, and Read too much. Yes I read too much. I don’t have a filter,
and I tend to speak before I think.
I’m a beta reader for
many authors, I’m on a few authors ARC list, because apparently I’m THAT
awesome. 😉 And I also Edit. Not a professional, but I do help a few with that.
I have two children,
5&2, and have another on the way. They bug the shit outta me, but hey,
that’s what kids are supposed to do. 😉 Married since 2007. He’s amazing, but
he’s also a bigger pain in my ass than my kids are.
I love to read. and I
love being able to write stories that *I* want to read!
I couldn’t do this without
the help of some very special friends!
FACEBOOK   –   GOODREADS   –   BLOG
I’m Emily.  I am the proud mother of
two lovable but irritating teenagers. I have been married for over
twenty years, but I would gladly trade my husband for Tatum Jackson any day!
If you are wondering who that is, you need to
read Sweet Dreams by KA now. Kristen Ashley is my queen!
I love to read.  I am a complete mommy
porn junkie!  I have more books on my kindle than most people could read
in a lifetime, but I will get to them all eventually!
I am also an avid blogger.  I love to
share my favorite books and pimp my favorite authors.
I just finished writing my first solo book,
Windows.  I hope you all enjoy it!

FACEBOOK   –   TWITTER   –   GOODREADS   –   BLOG

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Lily of the Valley (Flowering #1.5) by Sarah Daltry

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Title: Lily of the Valley (Flowering, #1.5)

Author: Sarah Daltry

18+ New Adult romance

You met them in Forget Me Not. Now, hear Jack’s story.

Plagued by a dark past, Jack sees college as a way out. Desperate to escape the area where he grew up, the people who know his secrets, and his own family, he deals with his problems through alcohol and sex.

When he first sees Lily, she’s the epitome of everything he hates. Yet something about her makes Jack rethink everything he knows and assumes about other people. Now, with the help of his best friend and lover, Jack has to decide if he wants to pursue something that he knows will only end badly.

Can Lily be one of the few people who can see Jack for who he really is – or will his darkness be too much for her to handle?

Jack's Princess Teaser

Buy Links:

Amazonhttp://www.amazon.com/Lily-of-the-Valley-ebook/dp/B00F5MN7H6/ref=la_B00BVV0F5W_1_3?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1379262793&sr=1-3

Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/Lily-of-the-Valley-ebook/dp/B00F5MN7H6/ref=sr_1_9?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1379264310&sr=1-9

Apple: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/lily-valley-flowering-1.5/id681470530?mt=11

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All Romance: https://www.allromanceebooks.com/product-lilyofthevalley-1260170-149.html

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Jack

About The Author:

Sarah Daltry writes erotica and romance that ranges from sweet to steamy. She moves around a lot and has trouble committing to things. Lily of the Valley is her third full length novel, although she also has several story collections and two novellas available. Her other novels are Forget Me Not, the story that tells Lily’s version of events, and Bitter Fruits, which was available shortly, but is now in the contract phase with a major publisher. When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.

Author Social Media Links:

Website: http://sarahdaltry.com

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/SarahDaltryErotica?fref=ts

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Tumblr: http://www.tumblr.com/blog/sarahdaltry

Flowering 1.5 Teaser

At work, though, the people are real. Both the customers and the staff. During the busy times, we get more douchebags, mostly my classmates who probably should be in the library and not eating a hangover away. Mal is also on this morning. He’s a recovering alcoholic, a total asshole to nearly everyone, and an incredibly shitty employee in a lot of ways. But the dude can cook and when I walk in a couple minutes late with no explanation, Mal just shrugs and hands me an order.

“Big parties last night?”

“Huge party. I spent the night reading Dostoevsky.”

“He a scientist?” Mal flips over the largest slab of ham I have ever seen. For all the sort of dive element of this place, the food is still fucking great.

“Yeah, something like that.”

“Eh. Never cared for all that mumbo jumbo. Don’t know any of it and I’m doing just fine.”

That’s something else I admire about Mal. By no one’s standards is he doing just fine. He has a tendency to fall off the wagon as soon as he approaches his ten month anniversary – which he has been doing for likely longer than I have been alive. He’s been married and divorced five times. He has three kids who don’t speak to him. Finally, he only eats the food from the café and he lives in a motel out by the prison. Oh – and he works as a short order cook in a shitty café. But in his mind, life is just fine. Sometimes, I think I need to get a hold of whatever it is that keeps him from losing his shit.

We settle into our routine, since there is little Mal and I can talk about. I can’t discuss Raskolnikov’s character traits and Mal simply has nothing to say. So we cook in silence, but it’s comfortable. After everything I have been through, I feel a strange affinity for this place. Even thinking about leaving when I eventually get the hell out of town makes me a little sad. I hate that it makes me sad. I want to leave with no connections, with no strings.

I go to stick an order on the counter for Liz when I see her. Strawberries. She’s with some dude, who is basically what I pictured when she mentioned her boyfriend. Broad, tan, blond, and eating like a fucking pig. I don’t know what they’re talking about and I can’t see her face, but he loves her. It’s immediately recognizable and I hate him for it. I don’t even know why I hate him for it, since at least maybe he’s not as much of a dick as I would have expected. If we had been placing bets, I would have gone with the safe assumption he had something else on the side to make up for having such a sweet and pure girlfriend. I wonder if maybe she isn’t as innocent as she looks. The thought makes me horny again. I don’t get what is so damn attractive about this typical girl, but something makes me want to taste every inch of her skin.

Dream Cast:

Alana Dream Cast Jack Dream Cast Lily Dream Cast

Top Ten:

Author’s Favorite Video Games:

  1. Borderlands 1 and 2
  2. Fallout 3
  3. Persona series
  4. Silent Hill series
  5. Final Fantasy series
  6. Skyrim
  7. Dragon Age series
  8. Mass Effect series
  9. Fable series
  10. Bioshock series

Author’s Favorite Bad Boys:

  1. Heathcliff from Wuthering Heights
  2. Jake Barnes from The Sun Also Rises
  3. Will from Infernal Devices
  4. Lord Byron
  5. The Scarecrow in Batman Begins
  6. Lucifer from Supernatural
  7. Mr. Darcy from Pride and Prejudice
  8. James Dean
  9. Damon from Vampire Diaries
  10. V from V for Vendetta

Ask me for anything Teaser

Interview with Sarah:

What inspired you to write your book?

I had written a short story about Derek and Lily and their first time called “Her Brother’s Best Friend.” It was just supposed to be a short erotic story. But it sold well, so I thought about writing more about the two of them. However, as I started writing Forget Me Not, the story would not work for me. Until I found Jack. And then the novel was over and there was just so much more to his story, so Lily of the Valley was born.

How did you come up with the title?

Forget Me Not and Lily of the Valley are both flowers, and the series is called Flowering. The reason is that it is about love, sexuality, and growing up – sort of blossoming into the person you will be. Forget Me Not also addresses the idea of leaving your life behind and moving on. And Lily is the main female character, so hence Lily of the Valley.

Is there a message in your novel that you  want readers to grasp?

People are complicated, as are relationships. The things we think we want sometimes turn out not to be what we want. In addition, the people we think we understand may surprise us. We can’t assume anything about love or each other. They are too complex.

What books have most influenced your life most?

The Catcher in the Rye, because it was the first time I understood that other people felt like me and it also said it was okay to be different. And The Sun Also Rises, because there can be beauty in suffering.

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

Hemingway. I know he’s dead, but he knew how to write true.

What are your current projects?

I am writing Scandal, a contemporary romance about a teacher and an actor who find each other after they are both ruined by rumors, and I am waiting to release Bitter Fruits, a New Adult paranormal/urban fantasy romance in December through the publisher. I am also working on Immortal Star, the second book in that series.

What was the hardest part of writing your book?

Jack’s experiences and emotions are really closely tied to my own and it was hard to write some of his scenes.

If Hollywood made a movie about your life, whom would you like to see play the lead role as you?

Aubrey Plaza. She has the same type of biting sarcasm that I do.

If you had six months with no obligations or financial constraints, what would you do with the time?

Travel the world and write.

What kind of people do you dislike?

Anyone who is cruel to other people or creatures. People who assume their own reality is the only reality. And people who don’t read.

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Playing with Her Heart by Lauren Blakely

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From the NYT & USA Today Bestselling romance author, a sizzling and addictive story of a woman with a broken past and the man who can’t fight his attraction to her…

Twenty-three year old rising theater star Jill McCormick has built a life out of pretending. Pretending she’s happy, pretending she’s not haunted by the dark secret that shattered her world six years ago. But then she comes face to face with her new director – sexy, sophisticated, possessive, all-alpha Davis Milo. He tries to resist the actress he’s cast, but the attraction between them is too powerful, and soon their private rehearsals spiral into new, forbidden territory. The passionate connection, the intense chemistry is undeniable, and it hits them anywhere, and everywhere – in the theater, on the piano, in the limo, in the restaurant…But the tragedy in Jill’s past stands between them. Davis has walls too, so they can either face their fears together, or risk the deepest love and greatest passion either has ever felt…

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Explanation from Lauren: This deleted scene takes place in chapter 15 prior to the Jill and Davis’ second private rehearsal, which will be more familiar to readers as before the “piano scene.” I had originally written this scene where Jill rehearses with Patrick, and Davis’ reaction to it. But I then decided that I’d rather show Jill and Davis rehearsing. Plus, I felt readers already knew and understood the depths of Davis’ jealousy at this point and that the additional scene showing it wasn’t necessary. I also nixed it because I decided that Patrick was not falling in love with Jill, as Davis surmises from this scene. But, just for fun, here it is from the cutting room floor!!!

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Thirty minutes later, I am coiled full of tension from watching Patrick run his hands through Jill’s hair, from the way she responds, leaning her head back into him, from how she breathily whispers one of the last lines in the scene, “it feels so good,” her microphone taking the words on a trip around the whole theater, up to the proscenium arch and two boxes and back.

“End scene,” Shannon calls out.

I run a hand across my chin roughly. Steel myself, then stand up, walk to the edge of the stage, place a palm against the floorboards as Jill and Patrick look at me expectantly.

“That’s a great start. Now, Patrick what I want you to work on next is really capturing the change in Paolo. This scene is the moment when he starts to soften around her. When he shifts from being the hard ass teacher and into the tender lover he will become. Look for those moments in between the words,” I say, giving him the full, honest truth of what his performance needs, even though if pains every bone in my body to instruct him like this.

He nods several times, taking it in. He’s a pro, and I know he’ll knock this scene out of the park as he always does. He doesn’t command his name on the marquee for nothing. The man can sell tickets for a reason.

Then I turn to Jill. She’s nibbling on her lower lip nervously. She stops when she meets my gaze. I do my best to give away nothing as I talk to her. “For Ava, I really see this moment as the one when it clicks for her. That she’s been confused and unsure for so long about Paolo. Is he just the professor? Is he merely a difficult teacher? Or is there something more? But then they are in the studio working and her hair is a mess and full of paint, and her hands are covered in it, and this is when she understands not only that he has feelings for her, but that she’s falling hard for him too.”

“Thank you. That makes sense,” she says, like a good student.

“Are we going okay on the blocking?” Patrick asks. “It’s a little unformed at this point.”

“You’re doing fine. We’ll get it finalized soon. For now, run it again,” I say, and I return to my seat, feeling absolutely spent from having to tell the two of them to show me more of them falling in love.

Another rounds later, they’re closer to nailing it, and I’m sure I’ll knock the punching bag from its chains the next time I’m at the gym. When Patrick asks to do the scene one final time, I’m about to explode with a resounding “No.” Instead, I keep it all inside, as I manage through gritted teeth, “Of course let’s get it right.”

I watch one final time, even though it’s fucking eating away at me to see him touch her. Before he even starts the scene, he looks at her with softness in his eyes, and and I know he’s starting to fall for her too. That he’s not merely acting. That he’s only playing a part. The two are starting to blend, and this is why actors all over the world fall for actors. This is why you hear stories of movie set romances, because they aren’t stories. They’re true. There is little, I imagine, more intoxicating than pretending to be in love with someone. After a while, reality and fiction bleed over, and you fall in love for real.

When the scene ends, the stage manager calls take five and Patrick tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, flashing her that matinee idol smile of his that melts women. I swallow, close my eyes, clench my fists. Selfishly, I had hoped it would all be unrequited. I had hoped it was a one-way thing on her part. But that was stupid of me. I’m falling for her, and he is too.

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PWHH NEW Amazon GR SWLauren Blakely writes sexy contemporary romance novels with heat, heart and humor, and her books have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, Amazon, Barnes and Noble and iBooks bestseller lists. Like the heroine in PLAYING WITH HER HEART, she thinks life should be filled with love, passion, and dreams come true. Lauren lives in California with her husband, children, and dogs. Her novels include Caught Up In Us, Pretending He’s Mine, Playing With Her Heart, and Trophy Husband.

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Templand / Permland by Jill Elaine Hughes

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The heroine, Melanie Evers, is a plucky young working-class woman from Akron, Ohio struggling to support herself in Chicago in the post-9-11 economy. TEMPLAND follows Melanie’s journey through the temporary employment world from a college student on “just a summer job” to a 28-year-old woman with a lot of intelligence (and a heap of student loan debt to match) through multiple layoffs and a series of ever-more-wacky temp assignments, as she struggles not only to survive, but also to find romance and always remain true to the honest, working-class values instilled in her by her beloved grandfather.

In her long, solitary journey through Templand, Melanie encounters adventure and romance on her search for that always-elusive Permanent Job—which she finally gets, along with her man. TEMPLAND is a highly entertaining, wickedly funny social satire, contemporary romance, and mystery novel all rolled into one.

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This morning I got up and dialed the temp agency.  The recruiters all say you can call them as early as 7 am and someone will be there to take the “same-day requests”—the jobs that come in at the last minute. The temp agency brochures all describe—in glossy, four-color detail—the urgent job requests the temp agencies supposedly get at all hours, the jobs that the smiling, well-dressed temp recruiters all promise will be available for me within hours after registering with their agencies as a Temporary Office Associate.

Temp agency recruiters get paid on commission. (Used car salesmen do, too.)

The pile of dog-eared brochures from Kelly Services, Loftus & O’Meara, PeoplePower, Legal Helpers, and a dozen more agencies sit on my dresser, each of them promising all sorts of glamorous, important temp jobs:

“A middle manager calls Kelly Services at 5:02 pm on Thursday requesting a receptionist for 7:30 Friday morning, because the regular receptionist went into premature labor at 4:59 p.m. and they just can’t go without.  This is where the Kelly Girl comes in!”

“A trial lawyer whose secretary quit the day before calls Loftus & O’Meara Legal Staffing at 6:54 a.m., begging for someone to come in and transcribe his trial notes into a brief so he can get it to the judge in time.  You’re the one who saves the day!”

No matter how much those glossy brochures swear that there are thousands of job opportunities just like these each and every day in Chicago, as one jobless day runs into the next, I think it’s beginning to look a lot like false advertising.

I’ve been calling in to the temporary agency—well, all my agencies since I’m registered with at least 15 of them right now—-every morning at 7:00 a.m., and then at 7:30 a.m., 8:00 am and every five minutes thereafter, every morning, all week, all month, hoping that there will be something for me to do—some phone to answer or some scribbles to type—so I can get paid and buy food and pay rent this week, (and we are not even talking about paying the student loans this month, and the credit cards are just plain ridiculous), but there is nothing.

Nothing. Not a single, solitary, lowdown, unsecure, no-benefits, no sick-days, no-self-esteem temp assignment to be had anywhere in the Windy City.

When I call all the recruiters I get the same excuses over and over again:

“No, sorry, nothing has come in this week, Melanie.  Call back later this morning.”

“Sorry, we haven’t had any new job orders in weeks.  The agency is even letting people go from our office since we’re getting no commissions.”

“Call tomorrow.  I am absolutely positive that we will have something tomorrow.”

 “We’ve been in the Chicago temping business thirty years and it has just never been this bad, I mean really honey, it’s nothing against you but—“

“Call next week.  We just got a big order for proofreaders at Kirkland & Ellis for a class-action lawsuit project next week, and Melanie, we know that you really know your proofreading, so we will be sure to call you.”

“No, sorry, Kirkland & Ellis cancelled that big order.  They decided to use their in-house staff. The judgments, they just aren’t what they used to be you know, so they’re cutting back on all their hiring. Call back the week after next.”

They used to call Chicago the City That Works.  So much for that.

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SEQUEL TO TEMPLAND.

It’s the beginning of 2003, a few months after the end of TEMPLAND. Melanie Evers is back as she struggles under the insane demands of her long-sought
Permanent Job.  Now a human resources executive at Marquette Bank, what started out as a cushy well-paid job turns into a nightmare when her company is bought out by a Dutch conglomerate.  Melanie gets sent on a new series of wacky adventures as she tries to keep her head above water while her crazy new boss Pietra controls her every move, the Iraq War begins, and her boyfriend Dave is called up by the Army reserves to fight overseas. Is permanent employment
really all it’s cracked up to be?

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There’s nothing more permanent in this world than death.  And I learned just how permanent death and dying is at a very early age.

In spring 1984, my parents were at each others’ throats.  Dad’s sales job at the copier company was going nowhere, and since Dad’s paltry commissions weren’t enough to cover the mortgage and basic expenses, Mom decided to go back to work as a meter maid, the job she’d held in the City of Akron before she got married.  But we were living in Canton, Ohio at the time— a town that has only eight parking meters—so the job prospects for a meter maid there were pretty limited.  After coming up empty-handed after submitting her meter-maid application to Canton City Hall, Mom decided to take a job as a cashier at the local McCrory’s five and dime.  It paid $3.75 an hour—a nickel over minimum wage.

Dad was not impressed.  “I don’t see how some minimum-wage job is gonna make up for a slow year down at Xerox,” he growled.  “In a good year I can pull in thirty grand.” Thirty grand a year wasn’t exactly high living for a family of three, even in 1984.

“But you aren’t pulling thirty grand.  Not anymore,” my mother replied.

“Why do you always gotta criticize, Thel? It ain’t my fault it’s a slow year.  It ain’t my fault I can never get a break.” He opened a fresh pack of Trues and started to chain-smoke, blowing blue menthol fumes across the kitchen.

“At least I’m doing something to help instead of wallowing around in self-pity,” Mom snapped, and turned to me.  “Melanie, I’ve been after your father for years to get out of the copier business.  Too unstable.  Everyone who was ever going to buy copiers already bought them years ago.  But does he listen to me?  No.”  Mom was washing dishes by hand instead of running the dishwasher to help save on the electric bill.  We were always doing things like that at my house growing up, even when sales were good for Dad at Canton Xerox World and Copier Supply.  Things like pressing together scraps of Safeguard, Ivory, and Irish Spring leftover from the sink soapdish to make one big soap the whole family would use in the shower.  Washing and reusing Baggies three and four times apiece (or until they just fell apart) in our brown-bag lunches.  Endless spaghetti dinners, followed by endless spaghetti leftovers. Tuna Helper, Hamburger Helper, Spam.  Generic cereal.  Powdered milk.  No family vacations, no Atari set or white Nike gym shoes like the rest of the kids on our block—instead I got purple Traxx from Kmart and a used Pong set Mom found at a garage sale.

I never complained, though.  I knew better.  Mom was too good at making me feel guilty.  Even though my grandparents weren’t Catholic, they’d sent Mom to twelve years of Catholic school back in Sparkling Falls because the rural Ohio public schools were so awful. And by the time she graduated high school, not only had my mother fully converted to Catholicism, she’d more than mastered the nuns’ subtle art of Catholic guilt manipulation for making children behave.

Take the year I was in the first grade, for instance. Sales were down at Canton Xerox World and Copier Supply that year too, so there wasn’t much money for new school clothes. On the first day of school, Mom dressed me in a red velvet jumpsuit my grandmother had made me from a Simplicity pattern, along with a pair of leather saddle shoes Mom bought at the local Saint Vincent de Paul store.  The shoes were of good quality and hardly worn at all, but in 1981, leather saddle shoes weren’t exactly high fashion among the first-grade set.  When I told my mother I’d rather have a pair of blue KangaROOS, like the ones they had for sale at Stride Rite down at the Canton Mall, Mom said I mentioned anything about not liking my saddle shoes again she’d feed me a bar of Irish Spring for dinner.

Mom did enough complaining for all of us.  She complained about Dad’s job not paying enough, she complained about our house being too small, she complained that her pink foam curlers didn’t set her hair properly. She complained about not having a car of her own and having to take the dirty, slow city bus everywhere. She complained about our furnace rattling too much, and when she hired a repairman to fix the rattling, then she complained that the repairman was too expensive. She complained about the price of chicken at Kroger’s being too high, she complained about Walgreen’s not stocking her favorite shade of lipstick anymore, and she complained when Prell shampoo changed its formula from green, thick, and in a tube to blue, runny, and in a bottle.

But Mom complained more during her first week working at the local McCrory’s than I’d ever heard her complain before.

She came home after her first day complaining about her feet hurting.  “I’ve never stood on my feet for so long in my life,” she said.  “At least when I was a meter maid they gave me a little scooter to ride around on.”

Dad snorted from behind his evening paper.  “Hrumph.  So now you know how hard it is to do a day’s work,” Dad said, triumphant.  “Now maybe you won’t be so quick to criticize me all the time.”

“I hardly think so,” Mom said.  “You spend your whole workday behind a desk talking on the telephone.  I stood on my feet behind a cash register all day.  I even spent an hour stocking shelves with the new shipment of Tide they got in this week.  Now that’s physical labor. You’ve never done a day of physical labor in your life, Andrew.  My feet hurt like the dickens and my back feels like somebody shot me through with a bow and arrow, but at least I’m doing something to help this family along financially.  You haven’t brought any commissions home in over a month.  Nothing!  Not one red cent.”

“Thel, I told you when I gave you permission to go back to work not to lord that over my head like that—“

“Permission, Andrew?  You gave me permission to work?  Now see here—”

“That’s right, Thel.  An’ I can take that permission away from you just as fast as I give it.  Love, honor and obey—that’s what your marriage vow to me was, Thelma.  Or don’t you remember that?”

“Andrew, goddamn you to hell—“

The next thing I knew, Mom threw a box of raspberry Jello at Dad, who retaliated with a cheese grater.  Rather than get in the middle of that, I retreated to my room to play with my Barbies and went to bed without any dinner.  My parents were arguing and throwing cooking utensils at each other in our tiny galley kitchen until well past midnight.

Things went on that way for several more weeks.  Mom spent more and more time at McCrory’s, and less and less time at home.  Every night she came home and told us stories about what she did that day at the five and dime.  “They got a new shipment of Spam in this week, real good price.  I’ll bring some home with me tomorrow and we’ll eat it for Sunday dinner,” she’d say one day.  But then, the next day she’d say, “Sold out that whole damn shipment of Spam in one day.  Can you believe that?  Looks like Tuna Helper again on Sunday.”

As the weeks and months wore on, Mom really started to like working at McCrory’s.  All the women she knew around Canton would drop by on their weekly errands to chat with her, so she was in on all the town gossip.

“Melanie, did you know that stupid Dr. Foxworthy down at your school is gay?” she said one night after working a double-shift at the store.

“Mom, what’s ‘gay’ mean?”

Mom just laughed.  “Never mind. Andrew, I’ll be working another double tomorrow so I’ll need you to keep an eye on Melanie and the house tomorrow night.” Dad snorted, threw down his newspaper and went out to the garage to tinker with the car.

Even as Mom was putting in lots of hours down at the McCrory’s, Dad was spending less and less time at Canton Xerox and Copier Supply.  Many days he was asleep on the couch when I came home from school.

“Why are you home, Dad?” I asked on the third day I found him zonked on our threadbare avocado couch at three o’clock.

“Can’t make any money at work, sweetheart.  Nobody’s buying copiers these days.  Might as well come home and take a nap.”  Dad stretched back out on the couch, rolled over, and started to snore.  That’s when I noticed the empty bottle of Maker’s Mark on the floor underneath the coffee table.

I shrugged my shoulders and went upstairs to do my homework. I didn’t have my after-school Catholic Catechism Development program that week, so the only homework I had was some spelling words to use in sentences and some history questions.  I was done in less than an hour—a good thing, since by then Mom was putting in so many hours at McCrory’s that I often ended up making dinner.  After I finished my homework I went to the kitchen to rummage around in the cabinets for something I knew how to cook.

I settled on packaged macaroni and cheese with a side of microwaved frozen peas and some Pillsbury rolls from a cardboard tube.  Mom usually got home from her day at McCrory’s—where she’d recently been promoted to assistant floor manager—by seven.  I planned to have dinner on the table at seven-thirty.

Seven-thirty came and went. The macaroni got cold and gummy on the table, because with Mom not home and Dad zonked on the couch so drunk I couldn’t budge him, I felt funny about eating alone.  I stared at my congealing mac and cheese for nearly forty-five minutes before I finally relented and stuck my plate in the microwave to reheat it.

But before I could even shut the microwave door, the phone rang.  I picked it up on the second ring.

“Evers residence,” I said, as I had been taught to do when my parents couldn’t come to the phone.

A worried old-lady voice was on the other end.  I could hear a lot of other people chattering in the background.  And I thought I heard sirens, too. “I need to speak to Andrew Evers, please,” said the voice.

“I’m sorry, he can’t come to the phone right now.  May I take a message?”

“Sweetheart, this is kind of an emergency.  Is your dad there?”

“I’ll try to get him,” I said, and set the receiver on the counter.

I went to Dad on the couch and started to shake him.  He didn’t budge. I shook him again—nothing. That’s when I thought of something I’d seen on TV once and decided to try it on Dad. I went back into the kitchen and filled a plastic pitcher full of cold water.  I went back to the living room and poured the entire thing on Dad’s face.

“Wha—-Melanie!  What the fucking hell?  Are you trying to kill me?”

“Dad, you have an important phone call.”

Dad started to roll over towards the wall.  “Take a message.”

“I can’t.  They said it’s an emergency.  I think it’s about Mom.  She’s not home yet.”

Dad glanced at his watch.  His face turned gray, and he became completely sober in an instant.  He got up and went to the kitchen without speaking.

I crept around the corner to listen, hiding just behind the louvered pantry door.

“Uh huh,” Dad said, his voice flat and emotionless.  “Yeah.  No.  No, she was fine when she left the house this morning.  No.  No.  I have no idea.  Which hospital?  Okay, okay.  We’ll be right there.”

Dad hung the receiver of the yellow rotary-dial phone into its cradle on the kitchen wall.  “Melanie, get your coat.”

“But what about dinner?  Aren’t you going to eat?  And I’m not finished eating yet—“

“Get your coat.  Your mom’s in the hospital.  Something’s happened.”

“What?”

“I don’t know.  They aren’t sure.  Just get your goddamn coat and let’s go.”

Dad had used three swear words with me in the past two minutes, and one of them was goddamn, so this was definitely serious.  For a moment I didn’t know what to do—I stood in the tiny foyer between our kitchen and our breakfast nook, my purple Traxx glued to the dirty linoleum.  Dad was already halfway into his coat and heading out to the garage.

“Melanie, come on!  Jesus H. Christ.”

I left the mac and cheese to rot on the table, the door to the empty Radar Range still hanging open, and followed Dad out to our beat-up green Corolla without a coat or hat.

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Dream Cast for Templand/Permland

 Melanie Evers as Emma Stone

Melanie Evers: Emma Stone

Hoxwell IT Dave as Aaron Paul

Hoxwell IT Dave: Aaron Paul

Pietra Van der Viertz as Jane Lynch

Pietra Van der Viertz (Permland): Jane Lynch

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10 Things You Didn’t Know About TEMPLAND

1. The author Jill Elaine Hughes wrote the book ten years ago during work breaks at — you guessed it — a temp job.

2. The book landed the author her first literary agent, circa 2004. Said agent shopped it all over the New York publishing houses, who liked it but turned it down because they said it lacked “shelf category” (i.e., there was no “New Adult” genre back then.)

3. The book was written before the Great Recession, but given the struggles today’s youth has with unemployment, underemployment, and a lack of good permanent jobs, TEMPLAND seems even more relevant today than when it was first written.

4. The author modeled the heroine Melanie’s grandfather on her own grandpa—or “Papaw,” as she likes to call him.

5. TEMPLAND contains a murder mystery subplot.

6. The heroine Melanie Evers’ sleazy ex-boyfriend Phil is fluent in Farsi. This is integral to the plot.

7. The book depicts many real locations and establishments in the city of Chicago, including the now-defunct Zephyr Ice Cream Restaurant.

8. The author had given up on getting TEMPLAND published until reader demand for New Adult titles about starting your career led her to give it new life through self-publishing — and reader interest has been amazing!

9. If you’ve never heard of Green River Soda before (a cult favorite in Illinois), you learn about it in this book.

10. Several of the wacky bosses and co-workers Melanie encounters on her temp assignments were inspired by real people the author met during her own temp-work stints.

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Secrets of a Hart by Elizabeth James

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Five years ago, Kendall Hart’s life changed forever. A tragedy forced her to grow up fast and become a responsible adult overnight while her friends were still enjoying high school. She lives and breathes work leaving no time for a social life and her circle of friends is small. She has no room for complications in her life…then Tristan walks in.

Tristan O’Neal is forced to return home when his father becomes terminally ill. Taking care of his parents, dealing with an irresponsible brother, and starting a new job bring challenges to his life. Starting a relationship is the last thing on his mind but when sees Kendall, he finds himself drawn to her…she is so familiar. 

Tristan is what Kendall has always wanted but life isn’t always fair. Sometimes you have to let go of the one person you’ve always loved in order to protect them. Will Tristan be able to break through the wall she’s built around her heart or will Kendall’s secrets consume her and destroy their chance at a life together?
 
 
 
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Elizabeth James is the author of the Design Series. She writes contemporary romance set in her native North Carolina. A life-long reader, she began writing a novel at age fifteen, put it away with no hopes of publication, but now has realized her dream as an adult. Inspired by several bestselling authors she began working as a beta reader and her passion for writing once again surfaced. She embarked on a journey to see if she could complete a novel and Love by Design was born. With warm reception to her first novel she is now making this crazy world a part of her life. Elizabeth believes you’re never too late in life to realize your dreams and this has opened up a new world of adventures and meeting new people which she loves to do. Elizabeth lives in North Carolina with her husband and their dogs. She enjoys traveling, exploring North Carolina, and spending time with her friends.
 
 
 
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Midnight Riders by Pete Clark

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Title: Midnight Riders

Author: Pete Clark

Genre: “Historical Chaos” – Speculative Paranormal Historical Fiction with Humor

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 “Gather ‘round people and you shall hear
about a bunch of bullshit that is clear.
Of riders and horses and monsters too;
your parents lied – they can still get you.
Hardly anyone who was there is alive
to dispel the rumor, uncover the lies,
but there was more than one man who rode that day
and more than just Redcoats who got in their way.”

Along the way, Longfellow lost something in his translation it seems.

Everyone has heard of the French and Indian War and the American Revolution. However, they have not heard about them this way! The American founding fathers had a lot more to deal with at the end of the 18th century than tariffs and tea; avoiding hurled trees from Wendigos and gargoyles falling from the sky took a lot of patience. How is Samuel Prescott supposed to hunt the leader of the Rippers when the British keep infringing upon the colonists’ rights?

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Pete Clark likes writing, animals, potato chips, and cheese. Midnight Riders is his first published novel, although he can also proudly say he finally finished Helix Crashing, the fantasy novel he has been working on for over a decade. In addition, he has written Across the Barren Landscape, a collection of linked Western short stories. He also writes plays, both dramatic and comedic. When he is not writing, Pete tends to ignore everyone around him and obsess over sports.

 

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Boone was sure he heard Revere scream as the zombie Forbes charged at them. On his way, Forbes took a nice hearty bite out of an off duty soldier who happened to be nearby. “Grullarrk,” the soldier said clearly before falling to the ground.

Forbes Zombie was fast. A hell of a lot faster than Forbes was in real life. How the heck did that work out, Boone wondered. Oh well. He unslung his double-barreled reverse musket, an invention of Revere; the guy was good for something, thought Boone as he fired and turned his former commanding officer’s head into a floating cloud of red mist. He then flipped the release on his musket, spun the barrels so that the fired barrel faced back and the loaded faced forward, and he vaporized the downed soldier’s head as well just to be sure. He wasn’t about to let any zombies rise on his watch.

“Everybody to the wall,” Fraser ordered. It seemed that Boone’s gunfire and the shrieking had alerted the remaining werewolves, who were apparently done feasting on the French and wanted to upgrade to a little English breakfast.

“Zombies and werewolves,” whined Revere. “I sure hope no vampires show up.”

“Vampires?” Boone countered. “What are you, a child? Vampires aren’t real.”

“They’re not?” asked Revere.

“No – vampires are just a myth. But dragons, dragons will fuck your shit up,” said George Washington.

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Guarded by J.D. Rivera

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Guarded Book: Guarded

Author: JD Rivera

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Release Day: September 17, 2013

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Synopsis

Vanessa Smith has her heart guarded. She’s been married to a man that sleeps around and has made her think she’s ugly and undeserving. Everything changes when she is knocked down by the famous basketball player, Jackson Berrios. A friendship ensues and everything she thought she knew about men turns out to be wrong.

Jackson Berrios was out for a run in a new city when he made contact with the beautiful Vanessa Smith. He instantly knew she was different from most girls but can he make her see that he’s different from her cheating husband?

Meet the Author

J.D. Rivera lives in Oklahoma with her husband and two boys. Her life consists of school projects, homework, cartoon shows, and little league sports. She loves Diet Mountain Dew, the OKC Thunder, costume jewelry, the beach, and reading.

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