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For Sure & Certain by Anya Monroe

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Release Date: 02/05/15

390 pages

Summary from Goodreads: ***She knits, cans jam, and lives in the city. He’s an Amish college student, breaking the rules. They’re so right, it’s wrong.*** Marigold, a recent high school graduate with a shady past, is looking to redefine herself. She doesn’t know what she wants exactly, but college isn’t it. When she meets Abel, an Amish guy on Rumspringa, his ‘running around’ time, she doesn’t plan on falling for someone wearing a straw hat and suspenders. But she can’t help it, Abel is the breath of fresh air she’s been waiting for. Abel, who’s moved to the city for a summer program at Jamestown, never imagined Marigold would be drawn to the life he was trying so hard to avoid. His family expects him to take over the family farm; college parties and dorm life don’t quite fit in with their plans for him. Opposites attract, but nothing is easy with love. When they trade places for the summer they learn a life together isn’t as for sure and certain as they thought.

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1) She took in his suspenders and straw hat on the humid summer morning. His gray eyes and shaven face were a pleasant surprise. Most hipsters around campus wore a beard, or at least an ironic mustache. She liked seeing his jaw, he looked strong. A different kind of strong than most of the college students she met. “My name’s Abel,” he said, sticking out his hand politely. She shook it, his hand calloused and rough. “Abel. Like, Cain and Abel?” He nodded. “Are your parents Bible thumpers or something?” He smiled, one of those wide smiles that aren’t self-conscious or self-aware. A smile offered freely and easily accepted. “Sort of,” he said, not seeming to take offense to her intrusive question. “They’re Amish.” Marigold tilted her head to the side and he matched her movements, as she realized the broad fell pants and black boots were not about being urban-chic. “And you?” she asked. “I’m a guy.” He didn’t offer more of an explanation, and Marigold understood that. The pause. The purpose of holding back. She was here at this café, trying to muster up the courage to apply for a job, after all. “What’s your name?” Abel said breaking the un-awkward silence, as if he could sense it heading in that direction. “Marigold,” she answered. “Were your parents hippies or something?” That made her laugh. She knew asking about his parents’ spiritual beliefs had been rude, and she liked that he didn’t let her off the hook. “Sort of. My parents are writers,” she explained. “I see. And you?” That’s when Marigold looked up at him plainly, deciding if she should say anything more than the obvious, that she was a girl.

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1) In For Sure & Certain Marigold is an amazingly skilled artisan. She can knit and sew and quilt, and basically school us all in that arena. I’m pretty envious of her because I’m what you’d call a ghetto-crafter. This means I don’t put up tape before I paint, I don’t measure before I cut, and I guesstimate when it comes to how much Modge-Podge to use.

2) Speaking of Marigold’s talents, she’s a really great baker. I’m pretty handy in the kitchen myself, however, one summer I got a little cocky. My friend Heather and I were really We were putting up prize-worthy pickles and applesauce and peaches and jam. Like, we picked our own grapes and made jelly. I know. Then we took it one step further. We decided we should go all in with making our own condiments. Long story short, 72 hours and 30 pounds of tomatoes later we had about ten ounces of really disgusting ketchup. The moral here is, know your limits. And maybe if you make really good pickles, let that be enough.

3) In For Sure & Certain Abel is from what is considered Amish Country in Lancaster, Pennsylvania. I visited the area on a high school trip and loved the rich culture. It began a long, unabashed obsession with Amish fiction. I always said I’d write my own version of an Amish love story one day, and now I did!

4) Marigold and Abel met the summer they graduated high school. My husband and I met the summer I graduated, too. As much as people hate on insta-love, I always shake my head at them because I experienced for sure & certain love-at-first-sight myself. The night I met my future-husband I told my friend Allie, “I’m going to marry that guy.” The next summer I did. 5) In For Sure & Certain, family plays a big role in how both Marigold and Abel view themselves. They both begin the story with having rocky relationships with their sisters, mostly because it’s crazy hard to figure out who the heck you are! My relationship with my sister, Alessandra Rose, plays an important role in my life, too. In fact, we love one another so much we took it to the proving grounds by getting matching tattoos that say, “I ❤ MY SISTER.”. I told you, I really love her.

 2) Tell us about a day in your writing life (what your typical writing day consists of when you are writing). Writing is a balancing act! I have six kids and because of that I can’t sit in my pajamas all day drinking tea, no matter how badly I want to. I’ve found that routine is really important for me to stay productive. It’s not glamorous. It’s a lot of me, with my laptop, getting words on a page. If I want to mix it up and get cray-cray, I might spend a few hours walking on my treaddesk while writing. Or if I want to get legit off the hook, I end up at the neighborhood coffee shop where I drink London Fog’s and eat biscuits while working on a manuscript. I’m grateful for the fact I get to write full-time. Most days, after I take kiddos to school, I get in about 5.5 solid hours of writing. This is sacred time for me and very little can get in the way of it. When I first began taking my writing seriously, there was an adjustment. For a long time I had been a stay-at-home-mom and my world revolved around play dates, because, Hello! Sanity! But now the kids are older and things have shifted. Having a supportive partner has made this transition possible because I’ve never felt the pressure of needing to pull a certain income. I also love football season because my house is all about the Seahawks, and it’s not really my thing (I know, don’t hate me!). I can always sneak out on Sundays without feeling guilty. On those days I hole up at Panera with my IRL critique partners and talk shop in between writing sprints.

3) What was your inspiration to become an author? Life is really freaking hard. We all know that. And it’s hard in all sorts of different ways for each of us. For me, the hard stuff started when I was twenty-five. My husband and I decided to grow our family through adoption and I went from being a mom of two toddlers to being a mom of five, overnight. It was a steep learning curve, and not just figuring out how to enroll my children in school and put restrictions on electronics and how to meal plan for a little tribe. It was also hard because my entire universe kind of exploded. I was a mess. Maybe some of that had to do with the fact I had another baby soon after, rounding out our family to the nice, still-barely-fit-in-a mini-van, number eight. But at some point I knew I couldn’t keep pinning my messiness on circumstance. At some point I needed to figure out who I wanted to be, in the midst of the mess. It took writing a lot of really weird stuff for me to begin figuring that out. And honestly, I still am, but I began that slow process of self-discovery with a keyboard and a full-heart and the desire to crawl out of the place I was in. Some people use therapy, I used the gift of story

About the Author Anya Monroe likes to write stories and paint words on her walls. She believes in love at first sight and fights for happily-ever-afters. As a wife and mom to six kids, she carves out time to write between carpool pick-ups and date nights because words are her heartbeat. She lives a ferry ride from Seattle and is a total Pacific Northwesterner who drinks chai lattes and wears Birkenstocks and has dreadlocks. She’s a cliché, but doesn’t mind it. Not even a little. She documents her lovely-messy life on IG @anyamonroe.

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Three, Two, One (321) by J.A. Huss
Publication date: January 28th 2015
Genres: Erotica, Romance, Suspense


Battered, barefoot, and huddled under a bookstore awning in the pouring rain, Blue only knows one thing. After fifteen months of captivity, finally… she is free.


Self-made millionaires JD and Ark are not out to save anyone when they stumble upon a wet and shivering girl one early Sunday morning. But when you sell sex for a living and salvation rings your bell… you answer the call.


After years of searching, love lifts the veil of darkness, and three people—with three very big secrets—find themselves bound together in a relationship that defies the odds.

Or does it?

Love. Lust. Sex.

This trinity might be perfection… but not everything should come in threes.

WARNING: This is a STANDALONE non-traditional M/F/M ROMANCE with a non-traditional ending.


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I walk quietly over to the door and press my ear against it to listen. I can hear the clicking of a computer keyboard, then the rolling wheels of a chair. Finally soft footsteps as he pads towards the doors. I back away, afraid of being caught. But he doesn’t slide them open. Instead, the lights flick off and then his footsteps retreat. I hear the crack of a beer bottle being opened, and then a sigh.

I slide the doors apart, just enough to peek inside.

There’s a large monitor on the desk sitting on front of a wall of windows. And on the screen are the images he took of me this morning. Of JD and me. And of the three of us out on the terrace. They flip by, hundreds of them, at least. Maybe thousands. I look over at the couch where he’s sitting with a beer propped up on his leg, staring at me.

“You can look at them if you come in here to do it.”

I don’t know how he wants me to respond, so I’m unsure if I want to look at them or run back to JD’s room and hide.

“I’m sorry about that,” Ark says, clearing his throat. “It’s just… JD stopped thinking about her, ya know? It took him so fucking long to stop thinking about her. And now here you are with a clue. And…”

I step into the room.

“And he’s gonna go looking for shit again, I just know it.”

I take another step towards him and Ark pats the space on the couch next to him. “I love these pictures. Come look at them with me.”

I take two more steps, and then I’m within arm’s reach and he slips his hand in mine.

My body shivers from his touch, but I let him pull me the rest of the way, and take a seat as he lets go. My butt is barely perched on the cushion, my hands in my lap, my body on high alert in case he wants to hurt me.

But he doesn’t. He surprises me by scooting away, propping his back against the armrest, and stretching out his legs behind me. They are long and in the way, so now I can’t lean back.

He takes a swig from his beer. “I saw you this morning. God, has it only been one day?” I know what he means. It feels like I’ve been in their house forever. “And answers were the last thing on my mind, Blue. I mean, fuck. I’d given up, just like JD. I gave up a while back, actually. Just accepted that this was the way things were. The way my life was gonna go. But fuck.”

I don’t know what any of that means, but I take that it’s not good by the way he finishes the beer and then throws it across the room, where it lands cleanly in an open-top trash can near the desk. “Get me another one, will you?”

I look down at him and squint.

He stares back. His eyes are bleary, and red, and now that I look closely, tired. Not tired like he needs sleep. But tired in a way I can relate to. The kind of tired where your body feels heavy and your mind feels empty. “Never mind,” he says in a soft voice that I’ve never heard before. He says it, but he doesn’t stop staring.

“What?” I ask, getting uncomfortable.

“Why’d you come in here?”

“I was…” I was looking for my money so I could leave. But this guy. These guys… they are pulling me towards them somehow. JD and his charm. Ark and his distance. And despite the fact that they take advantage of girls for a living, they feel very… vulnerable. It feels precarious. Like the whole thing might come crashing down at any moment. Like they are held together by some invisible thread. And not some mental connection or shared experience, either. Although I have no doubt they have all that too.

Held together by a thread that’s invisible because it’s nearly gone.

We are alike, then. Aren’t we?

Three people brought together by the early-morning rain.

Two of us clinging together, trying to stick it out. Ride the wave until it crashes, and then help each other up to start all over again.

One of us already dead. Still walking, but not living. Waiting to be saved. Or maybe wanting to be the one who does the saving.


Who is this man?

How did I get from where I was to where I am?

Why do I constantly have to ask myself this question?

“Did you like school growing up, Blue?”

“You’re out of questions. You owe me, I don’t owe you.”

His laugh makes his chest rumble beneath my back. “You’re right. I do. But we’ve got all day, so let’s just talk for now. High school. Yes or no?”

I let out a long breath and try to enjoy the intimacy he’s offering. I don’t get a lot of offers. “Yes, I liked school.”

“Were you smart? Did you get good grades?”


“And what did you want to be when you grew up?”

And there it is. He’s pretty good at this, I have to give him credit for that. He’s asking questions about the distant past so he can draw conclusions about the present.

“It’s not a hard question.”

“What did you want to be?” I ask, not to be a bitch and throw it back in his face, but because I’m interested. “King of Public Porn was something you aspired to?”

“Believe it or not, I wanted to be a soldier. A Navy SEAL.”

“Hmmm. Tough one. It’s like me saying I wanted to be a novelist.” I look over my shoulder a little so I can get a peek at his face. But he surprises me by resting his scratchy chin on my shoulder, making the moment even more intimate than it was.

“Huh. I don’t see the connection.”

I roll my eyes even though he can’t see them. “It’s a dream people have. The reality of it is so much bullshit.”

“Because it’s hard to make it to the finish line?”

“Are you a Navy SEAL?”

“Are you a novelist?”

“No, that’s my point. It’s just a dream.”

“Do you even write?” His hands slide up my front and cup my breasts. He squeezes them hard and the familiar throbbing begins between my legs. Goddamn, this guy is good. Always got his eye on the prize. And how the fuck did sex with him become a treat I desire instead of the other way around? How did he do that? Make me want him so thoroughly?


I let out a long breath, hoping to calm the rising storm building inside me. But the heat of the water, and the heat of his body, and the heat of my own desire are all I can think about. So instead of evading, and because I want him to fuck me so badly, and at this point I realize he knew that denying me last night would make me even more susceptible this morning… I answer him with the truth. “I do.”

“Mmm,” he says, his hands rubbing down the inside of my thighs. They dip so low, I can feel the water swirl around my clit.

This makes me gasp a little, and for a fraction of a second, I’m embarrassed. But then the little swirls of water are back and that’s all I can think about.

“Fuck me,” I whisper.

“What do you write, Blue?” he asks like a man in control.

“Stories,” I say, like a woman on the edge of sexual frustration madness.

“Where can I read one?”

“Fuck me.”

“If I fuck you, will you let me read one?”

I turn around in the tub and look him in the eyes. They are knowing. Like they know I’m his. “Fuck me like you’d fuck your wife on her wedding night.”

“And you’ll give me a story?”

I nod. “I promise.” It comes out as a whisper.

He leans down and kisses me. His hand cups the side of my face and I turn into him even more. My leg hits his erection and that makes him claim my mouth harder. His tongue pushes inside, searching. Like he’s seeking the truth and it can only be found by twining ourselves together.


I open the shower door and both sets of eyes turn to me. JD smirks, like he knew I wouldn’t be able to stay away. “You’re too late, bro,” he says, a small groan coming from his throat as Blue takes his dick deeper into her throat. But then JD relaxes and turns his attention back to me. “You have to sit this one out.” He nods his head to the tiled bench on the far side of the shower.

I shrug and take a seat on the bench. “Makes no difference to me,” I tell him. “This is my usual view anyway. Me watching while the throwaway girls suck your dick for money.”

JD’s smile falters and the girl pauses her bobbing head, like she might say something back. But then JD places his hand over the crown of her head and bends down, his dick falling out of her mouth like the water dripping down his back.

“Ignore him,” he says. And then he kisses her on the mouth and stands up. She tilts her head up and holy fuck, I’d pay a thousand dollars right now to see her blue eyes looking up at me like that. Because I know what she’s thinking. It’s the same thing they all think.

He uses them. Pays them to suck him off in public. Everything that pours out of his mouth is a lie. And they know it.

But she’s looking up at him like he’s her king.

He smiles down at her and she resumes, placated. And then JD looks me dead in the eye. “You told me to be nice in there?” He motions to the bedroom.

I don’t answer him. He knows I did.

“Now it’s your turn. She might be yours, but she wants me.”

“Then why am I here?” It’s a serious question. He could break our rule and just take her. He knows I won’t fight him over it. Not over a girl. It won’t happen.

“Because I know you want her. And just once, Ark, I’d like to see you get what you want.”

“What the fuck does that mean?”

He squats down again to kiss Blue on the lips. “Let’s turn a little, baby. So Ark can watch.” She scoots around until her body is sideways to mine as he grabs the soap.

And then I do get what I want. I take what JD gives me. Because her eyes lift and meet mine. She holds my gaze with none of the maliciousness I came in here with. She holds my gaze with trust.

I look back. Her attention is on me, not JD. But JD doesn’t seem to mind that she’s stopped, because his fingers are playing with her clit, making her eyes droop to half-mast. And when he says, “Jerk off, man. She’s waiting for you to start,” I get that feeling once again.

This will not turn out well.

But I’m caught in the spell of a trusting girl, my best friend, and a rock-hard cock. I can’t help myself. I begin to move my hand up and down my shaft. My thumb slides up over my wet tip and then my palm slips back down my length in long, slow strokes.

A few pumps with Blue’s eyes on my movements and I’m dying. JD’s fingers are fully inside her now, and she’s buckling her back as he soaps up her breasts. He withdraws his fingers, reaches under her, and lifts her up with two hands cupping her ass. Her legs wrap around his hips and he enters her with one quick thrust.

She gasps, her fingernails digging into his shoulders. And then he slows down and fucks her like that for a few moments. “You like it hard or slow, Blue?” he asks.

“Both,” she whispers.

“You like it rough or soft?”


“You like me or him?”

Blue opens her eyes and looks first at me, then back to him. “Both.”


His question stops her and me at the same time. “Why?” she asks.

He nods. “Why both? Why not just one?”

She looks at me, but I can’t help her. Because I’m interested too. She takes her gaze back to JD, who is fucking her so slowly now, it’s just a barely detectable grinding. “Because I need to be surrounded. I need be held on both sides. I can’t feel safe unless I’m surrounded.”

I don’t know what that means, but JD must, because he kisses her on the lips. It’s a long, tender kiss. Not a kiss I usually see him give. If he kisses the girls we film, it’s always hard and demanding.

But everything about Blue is soft.

And JD, who is normally not soft, decides in this moment that he will be soft for her. He gives in. I can see it.

I stop masturbating and just watch them.

Blue responds with a long, passionate kiss of her own. Her body, still being held up only by JD’s hands under her ass, slowly moves in tandem with his hips.

I watch them make love.

And when JD comes inside her, she doesn’t throw her head back and scream out her release. She rests her head on his shoulder and cries.

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Paper or Plastic

by Vivi Barnes

Release Date: 2015 Entangled Teen

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Welcome to SmartMart, where crime pays minimum wage… Busted. Alexis Dubois just got caught shoplifting a cheap tube of lipstick at the local SmartMart. She doesn’t know what’s worse—disappointing her overbearing beauty-pageant-obsessed mother for the zillionth time…or her punishment. Because Lex is forced to spend her summer working at the store, where the only thing stranger than the staff is the customers. Now Lex is stuck in the bizarro world of big-box retail. Coupon cutters, jerk customers, and learning exactly what a “Code B” really is (ew). And for added awkwardness, her new supervisor is the totally cute—and completely below her social sphere—Noah Grayson. Trying to balance her out-of-control mother, her starting spot on the school softball team, and her secret crush on the school geek makes for one crazy summer. But ultimately, could the worst store in the world be the best thing that ever happened to her?

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Excerpt #3: In PAPER OR PLASTIC, Lex’s rocky friendship with Noah grows more solid as she gets to know him, then gradually turns into love. In my opinion, there’s nothing more thrilling than the moment you realize you’re falling for “him.” This scene takes place after Noah and Lex bump into each other outside of SmartMart (in the most unlikely of places—a dress shop). They decide to escape from their families and head to a nearby café. “So why are you so in love with SmartMart?” I asked. “I never said I was in love with it.” He took a sip of his coffee. “I like working there because I have a better chance at getting experience that most places don’t offer to people our age.” “Yeah, but why do you care? I mean, are you planning to stay at SmartMart forever? Or do you want to be a grocery store manager when you graduate?” His eyebrows pinched as if he thought I was making fun of him, but I wasn’t. I really wanted to know. “No,” he said finally. “I’m working to get money for college. But I was serious about the experience. It’s good that Mr. Hanson’s letting me learn management—it might come in handy someday. At the very least, it’ll look good on a résumé.” I stirred my tea. “What do you want to do? I mean, when you go to college?” He smiled, a nice, faraway kind of smile. “Architecture. I love drawing, outlining plans for buildings. Sketching.” He was silent for a moment, his gaze drifting to the small black and white pictures on the wall of various landmarks. “There’s something to be said for structural lines, the way they converge. Beautiful.” His eyes were soft as they moved over the images. For the first time, I saw him as someone more than the shy SmartMart manager who tolerated me, more than the reclusive kid at school whose gaze never lifted above the ground or the guy who’d snitched on Bryce. Noah seemed so much older than his age. As he talked about his passion for architecture, something deep inside me stirred—a complicated, twisting knot that I had a feeling was going to unfurl painfully, frustratingly slowly.

About the Author Vivi Barnes is the author of Olivia Twisted and the upcoming release, Paper or Plastic. She was raised on a farm in East Texas where her theater-loving mom and cowboy dad gave her a unique perspective on life. Now living in the magic and sunshine of Orlando, Florida, she divides her time writing, working, goofing off with her husband and three kids, and avoiding dirty dishes.

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Shh! (Oxley College #1) by Stacey Nash

Release Date: 02/23/15

Summary from Goodreads: Nineteen-year-old Olivia Dean has the perfect reputation, the perfect boyfriend, and an increasingly perfect CV. She has it all, until Christian breaks up with her in public, calling her out as a self-gratifying sexoholic: the kind that plays solo. But Olivia doesn’t masturbate all night — the only thing she does is sleep … right? Now all the boys on campus seem to want her attention for the absolutely wrong reason — including resident hottie, Logan Hays. He’s pulling out his best moves to gain her attention, so resisting his sexy charm is hard work. With rapidly slipping grades, a disturbingly lurid reputation and demanding parents, Olivia must discover the truth behind her rumoured sleeping problem. If she doesn’t, the perfect life she’s worked so hard for may slip away, including the one person who has Olivia breaking all her rules — Logan. What do you do when you’re asleep? *** Shh! is a story about acceptance, learning to trust and in turn love while facing life’s unexpected difficulties.

NB: This book is of a mild heat level, and contains no explicit sex scenes.

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Stacey Nash writes adventure filled stories for Young Adults in the Science Fiction and Fantasy genres. She loves to read and write books that have a lot of adventure, a good dose of danger, a smattering of romance, and KISSING! Hailing from the Hunter Valley in New South Wales, she loves nothing more than immersing herself in the beauty and culture of the local area. She also loves to blog is a co-founder and a contributor at Aussie Owned and Read, a blog designed for readers and writers of young adult and new adult fiction. Her debut novel Forget Me Not released with HarperCollins Impulse in 2014 and was soon followed by the sequel, Remember Me. 2015 brings an Aussie set New Adult romance, the Oxley College Saga; Shh! and Wait! Author Links:

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*** Losing the Ice (Ice #2) by Jennifer Comeaux Release Date: 02/23/15

Summary from Goodreads: Courtney and Josh are in love and excited to finally compete as skating partners. When they take the ice for their first competition, they want to show everyone, especially Josh’s family, they are the perfect pair. But ice is slippery, and one misstep puts all their dreams in jeopardy. Now they must show each other both their love and their partnership are strong enough to survive.

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Release Date: 08/03/14

Summary from Goodreads: Falling hard never felt so good. Pair skaters Courtney and Mark have one shot left at their Olympic dream. They vow not to let anything get in their way, especially not Josh and Stephanie, the wealthy and talented brother and sister team. The heart doesn’t always listen to reason, though… The more time Courtney spends with sweet, shy Josh, the harder she falls for him. But they are on opposite sides of the competition, and their futures are headed in opposite directions. Will their friendship blossom into more or are their paths too different to cross?

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About the Author Jennifer Comeaux is a tax accountant by day, writer by night. There aren’t any ice rinks near her home in south Louisiana, but she’s a diehard figure skating fan and loves to write stories of romance set in the world of competitive skating. One of her favorite pastimes is travelling to competitions, where she can experience all the glitz and drama that inspire her writing.

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Pulse Point Anthology
Authors: B.L. Mooney, Bev Elle, Elizabeth Miller, Lisa M. Harley, Lisa N. Paul, M. Stratton, Nicole Andrews Moore, Phalla S. Rios, Vanessa Marie
Publication date: February 1st 2015
Genres: Adult, Romance

Nine Authors, nine stories and over nineteen hundred pages of romance come together in this anthology to raise awareness and benefit the American Heart Association. Heart disease is the No. 1 killer of women. Help us make a difference. Go Red and Speak Red. All proceeds of this anthology will go to the American Heart Association – Go Red for Women campaign.

Midnight by Elizabeth Miller: One destined meeting. It alters journalist, Charlise “Charlie” Carter’s course. When asked to work on a Republican candidate’s campaign, she’s unprepared for the intense reaction she has toward the young, handsome presidential hopeful, Colin McKenna. Unable to resist Charlie’s allure, McKenna succumbs to his desire and they find themselves exploring a passionate, physical relationship that is soon tested by not only their own secrets, but his political advisers.

Not at First by Phalla S. Rios: Falling for two men at the same time was something Angel Mabbott never expected to happen. Leaving a past full of pain and loss in California, Angel is determined to make something of her life when she starts college in Minneapolis. But life takes a turn when she finds herself torn between Kevin and Roman.

Commitment to Love by Bev Elle: A preacher’s daughter is torn between passion and her faith convictions when she meets a handsome police officer who is a womanizing commitment-phobe with abandonment issues.

One Hot Summer by Lisa M. Harley: “Whatever you say, Mrs. Mason. It won’t happen again.” He mumbled under his breath, “Until you ask for it.” AnaBelle Mason is a lonely widow trying to run the farm her husband left her. Tray Thompson is a college student majoring in beer and girls. Will One Hot Summer together change their lives forever?

Fade to Black by M. Stratton: She was a single mother, happy running her gallery, he was a famous movie star who never wanted to get married. Neither can deny the instant attraction. Neither knew there was an ex-lover who’d do anything to make sure they stayed apart.

Striving for Perfection by B.L. Mooney: She thinks perfection is a gimmick. He thinks it’s an illusion. Can they get past each other’s imperfections to make it work?

Heartless by Vanessa Marie: Charlie has good reasons for keeping her bruised, damaged heart to herself, but Sam will do whatever it takes to break down her walls and force his way in. Until they discover that their relationship is off limits. Will Charlie deny her own happiness to protect everything her teacher has worked for? In a broken heartbeat.

Stormy Surrender by Nicole Andrews Moore: Joe Masters, a fiery ginger, had a smile that could charm the pants off of any woman he met. Marti Whitaker was recently burned by a charming man. Their romance promised to be stormy unless one or both would simply surrender.

Storm Front by Lisa N. Paul: Love knows no bounds when two people are destined to be together. One fights to maintain the distance; while the other battles to close the gap. Will Ashley Kynde and Ryan Baker move forward together or will they finally close the last remaining door to their past?

Erotic Romance, Suspense, New Adult, Alpha Male, Rock Star, Millionaire, Cowboy


“So good. It’s too good . . .” he mumbles against my mouth. And it is. So intense and so good my toes curl as I wrap my legs around his backside. I’m close to overwhelmed, the feel of him buried in me, knowing I’m really here in this moment, and his voice whispering in my ear to hold on, don’t hold back, give me everything . . . I almost can’t hold on, falling deeply into every sensation and losing myself in them.

I’ve never done this with someone and felt connected in every possible way, not just physically, but emotionally. A rush, a warmth spreads out from my chest at the realization that this is my beginning—a spring in the middle of winter, the ending of a chapter and the start of another, with Colin as the central character. Right here, in his bed, clarity reigns as his mouth claims mine again, teasing out a moan so he can claim that Social Links:




too. He owns me. I would give him anything. Take it, take all of me, take everything and anything. And he does, wringing out every ounce of pleasure. He knows where to touch, how to extract the smallest whimper and the largest groan. I could never tire of being with him, with him over me and in me, pushing, pulling, driving and devouring until the ache becomes a need. A need so intense and all consuming, I begin taking from him. Calling out unabashedly to move faster, go deeper, push harder. Don’t stop, never stop, never stop making me feel this good and needy and so, so full. Please, I beg. Pleading with him, pleading for I don’t know what . . .

Pushing off of his shoulders, I fall to the bed and he follows, his head dipping to my nipple. Taking me into his mouth, he teases with his tongue and bites down, hard, only releasing me when I gasp and clutch his hair. But I don’t pull him away; I hold him in place. I want more. He does it again and this time I go a little wild, raking my fingers down his back and bucking my hips up to meet the increased pace of his.

Everything he’s doing is magnified in the pulse between my thighs. It started as a slow flutter when he first entered me, but it’s built into a steady cadence. I focus on the feeling of him. I’m climbing high, fast, and he’s coming with me. Throwing my head back, I relish in our connection, kneading my fingers into his back, his muscles flexing with control as he pushes me to a place I’ve never known, didn’t know existed.

I can see the moment when he loses it, loses himself as I have done. Gone is the controlled restraint and in its place is a wild abandon. Giving in to my demands, his hips thrust with a determined pace, driving forward, pushing harder until each strike elicits a guttural grunt from him and an exacting cry from me. Sweat pebbles on his brow, beading and rolling, dropping to my chest where it slides between my breasts. I watch, fascinated, as his eyes follow it down and the black of his pupils blur into the blue with a need so powerful it would scare me if I didn’t feel the exact same way.

My mouth finds his, licking and sucking and tasting. Who am I, but a needy, hungry woman begging for the only thing that can save me? Colin. Only him, it will always only be him. I give myself fully, joining him in the freedom to feel beyond good, beyond words.

“Don’t let me fall.” Sudden panic overtakes me as my body threatens to tumble from a cliff.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he whispers. “We’re going to fall together. Come with me.” The whisper turns to a demand, forcing me to hold on and together, we dive head first into an abyss of pleasure so deep and plentiful we drown in it, breathe it, and live through it.

Author Elizabeth Miller’s Bio: I’m a long time book junkie, reading for as long as I can remember. I have a secret addiction to my Kindle. I won’t give it up even for a day! I’m married to a wonderful and very sarcastic husband.  We have two boys, 3 & 5, and two kitties, living in Rochester, MI.

I graduated with an English Literature degree and always dreamed of writing, but life took over and the passion was lost for a few years. In 2013 I decided to flex my writing muscles and began my debut novel: Midnight. I reconnected with my passion for the written word and continue my dream by writing the McKenna Chronicles. The second installment is due for release in early 2015.

If I’m not writing, I’m reading or painting abstracts or playing Wii with my boys.  My other favorites are Halloween, Henry Cavill and BBQing with friends.

EXCERPT, Chapter 1, Commitment to Love

Alaina finally opened the door to acknowledge the policeman. She prepared herself mentally for the drill she’d perfected with Officer Padgett, but was surprised as he removed his cap, to see a much younger officer. In fact, this man was gorgeous. Had she taken a better look earlier, she might have hurried her Gigi off the phone sooner.

“Officer—” She eyed his nametag: N. Heath Stanton and wondered why he chose to conceal his first name. “—Stanton, how may I help you?” She registered bold sea-green eyes that regarded her with either intense interest or curiosity. She couldn’t decide which. Alaina also noted with a mental fist pump, the absence of a wedding ring.

He was about a foot taller than her five foot four-inch frame, sans the ambitious heels she wore. While not rock-star thin, she thought she spied sinewy muscle definition under his uniform blues. A shock of haphazard dark brown hair no longer hidden by the cap adorned his head.

“I’m Officer Heath Stanton, TPD. I’m looking for the director of the center.” He lacked the southern drawl she expected, his sexy voice more of a mid-western twang. He couldn’t be more than a few years older than her twenty-three, but his demeanor was all business at the moment.

“That would be me. Alaina Parker.” She offered a hand and they shared a firm shake.

The touch of his skin made her face grow warm. She crossed her arms over her chest and narrowed her eyes. A visit from a police officer other than Padgett, their liaison, could only mean one thing.  “What? Do I have another delinquent in TPD’s custody?” she asked.

”No, ma’am. I just wanted to come by and introduce myself. Captain Harrison assigned me to cover the property and surrounding community as the new liaison. Officer Padgett was reassigned.”

Alaina’s expression exhibited mild surprise. Her complaints had finally been taken seriously. She stepped aside and motioned for him to come in.

“Thanks, ma’am.”

“Unless protocol requires such decorum, please, call me Alaina. My grandmother is the only woman in my family who answers to Ma’am.” Alaina shook her head and grinned wider, shifting her weight onto one hip.

Officer Stanton loosened up a bit. “I’ll call you Alaina if you’ll call me Heath.”

His sun-kissed skin made him look almost angelic as he stood there, now giving her the once-over as well. All she knew is he had all the goods to replace that nameless, faceless dream man who seduced her in her sleep on a regular basis the past few weeks.

“All right, Heath and Alaina it is when the children aren’t around. If they learned our given names our authority would be thoroughly undermined.”

“We wouldn’t want that.”

“You have no idea how happy I am to see Officer Padgett replaced.” She lowered her voice in a conspiratorial fashion even though they were the only two people in the room. “That man was beyond non-responsive.”

“Since this is now my assignment, you can be sure I’ll be responsive.” Her candor may have been off-putting, as she noted an inflection in his tone.

Alaina was pleased her directness hadn’t rattled him—much. Something in his bearing clued her in that he could be former military. Although she was not usually attracted to uniforms like many of her girlfriends, she found herself drawn to Officer Stanton’s brooding good looks.


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