Book Title: Everything I Always Wanted
Author: Stephanie Nicole Norris
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: March 7, 2017
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One thing that held constant in Shelby Donovan’s life was her career. As a world renowned artist, Shelby’s paintings traveled the globe, landing in museums and homes across the nation. But what she couldn’t seem to get under control was her love life. Why? She asked herself that question time and time again. Her mother thought it was because of her best friend, Sebastian Cartwright. They’ve known each other for years. Sebastian and Shelby shared everything; embarrassing moments, secrets, dating tips, affection, and even an explosive kiss during one tipsy night on Shelby’s birthday.
But, when Shelby’s current boyfriend asks for her hand in marriage she should be excited, dancing, ready… but she isn’t. In fact, Shelby can’t stop thinking about the kiss she shared with Sebastian. It had to be a fluke, right? A simple, delicious, fiery kiss that pulled at her loins and caused her heartbeat to slam against her ribcage. Honestly, it rocked her world and thoughts of what could be played like piano keys in her head. But their friendship was too important to mix with the uncertainty of a relationship. Even worse, what if Sebastian didn’t feel the same way? It could ruin everything. Should Shelby accept the marriage proposal, or shed her fears and open up to her best friend? Find out in Everything I Always Wanted.
It was 8:30 p.m. when I turned into the garage. These twelve-hour days seemed to give me more energy than I kept on reserve. I hit the alarm on my Mercedes and strolled to the elevator, stepping on with my duffle bag stuffed with cameras and equipment in my hand. My mind was in the clouds when I stepped inside my penthouse. I dropped the bag by the door and walked to the kitchen, pulling a bottle of water from the refrigerator. There was movement in the shadows. Someone was sitting in my living room chair.
“I have a gun,” I said, putting the water to my mouth for a drink.
“You won’t need it, unless you mean me harm.”
That choice of words was interesting since that was something I was on a mission not to do. She turned on a light. In a thin-strapped halter top, blue jeans and flip flops, Shelby crossed her legs. “We need to talk.”
Her hair sat on top of her head in a lose ponytail, strands hanging lightly out of place. She seemed disheveled in a way that only made her sexier. “So talk.” I sat the water down. My floor plan was open so although I was standing in the kitchen and she in the living room, we had clear line of sight of each other.
“You’re ignoring me.”
“Come here.” She got to her feet and found a spot on the couch, patting the cushion beside her. I strolled to her side and sat next to her getting comfortable, letting my arm hang languorously over the top. My head fell back with my sight focused on the ceiling.
“What’s up, Buttercup?”
Her movement brought her to my lap where she straddled me, forcing us to come face to face with one another. She had no idea the danger she was in; her presence alone sent a blaze of heat dragging through me. I resisted the urge to grab her and kiss her senseless.
“I miss you.” She pouted.
“I miss you, too.” I brought her forehead to my lips, placing a soft kiss there.
“Why are you ignoring me? I need to know. This is so unlike us.”
“I’m giving you the space you wanted.”
“I didn’t want this.” She continued to pout.
I swept my thumb across her bottom lip. “Stop that.”
“That’s how I feel.”
“Why, I’m the one losing a friend.” It slipped out before I had a chance to think about it.
A shocked gasp left her. “Don’t say that.”
“Do you love him?” I asked.
“Um, yes…I mean of course.”
“Is he the love of your life?” She didn’t respond right away.
“The thing is, when he asked me, I wasn’t remotely expecting it. My initial response wasn’t yes, which is what took me so long to reply. I’m having this tug of war inside me, and it’s driving me crazy. I need my friend to help me out. What should I do?”
“What do you feel here?” I reached out and touched her heart.
An exasperated sigh left her. “I don’t know.” She groaned.
“But you do know. Listen to it.”
Her watchful stare outlined the features of my face.
“You should love him to the point where living without him is impossible.”
Her body slid to the side, her bottom sinking into the cushion next to me with legs that arbitrarily clung to my lap. She attempted to crawl back on top, but this time it was I that denied her. I stood and moved away. She followed me to the kitchen where I replenished myself with another bottle of water before returning to the couch. She decided to lay on her back with her head in my lap. I glanced down at her. I’d never felt anything but relaxed by our closeness, but she was making it hard for me.
“You called me the night of your engagement," I said. "Why?”
She huffed. “You let my call go to voicemail, didn’t you?”
“You’d just got engaged. I wanted you to enjoy your night.”
“Maybe I would have if you’d have answered your phone.”
“Was there a problem?”
“I needed to talk to you and make sure you were okay.”
“What if I wasn’t?”
She sat up and turned to me. “Then I would’ve come to you.”
“Why?” I asked.
Her forehead crinkled. “Do you really have to ask me that?”
I studied her for a moment. “I don’t pretend to read your mind, Buttercup. Why did you come over here?”
“I told you I miss you.”
“Didn’t you know I would call you back? I know a few have gotten past me.”
“You missed three.” She held up three fingers, and I grinned.
“Okay you got me, like I said I was being a bit selfish. I’ve had you all to myself for so long I hadn’t thought about what it would be like without you around. That’s my fault.”
She found her way back on top of my lap and slid her arms around my neck. “Sebastian, you will never lose me. Nothing can separate the friendship that we’ve built, are you kidding me?”
My voice grew heavy and gruff now; any movement from her at this point was sending me into overdrive. I was almost sure she could feel my rigid erection. “Shelby, you should move.”
Instead of taking my advice she did the opposite. “No.”
I took a deep breath and willed myself to be strong. “Shelby.”
Her eyes blinked back at me, her persistence just as sturdy. My hands scooped her up by her waist and maneuvered her next to me. I sat forward to keep her from trying that move again. “I know I’ll never lose you, but I recognize that you’ll be married soon, and we can’t very well be as close as I’m used to. You’re not even married yet and already you’ve asked me to give you space. If it were up to me, you’d never marry.” I quirked a smile at her.
She fumbled with her fingers and twisted her lips like she wanted to say something but didn’t.
“Hey,” I said, lifting her chin, “it’s all good. I’m a big boy, I’ll get over it, right? I want you to be happy and have everything your heart desires.”
“What if I don’t want you to get over it?”
I frowned. “What do you mean, Buttercup?”
“What if it’s you I desire?” Her words took me by surprise but strengthened a surreptitious need that traveled like molten fire to my core.
She inched closer to me. “I’ve been thinking—" I cut her off, my hand gripping the back of her head as I pulled her in for a ferocious kiss. I was a man possessed, needing to taste the intricate curves of her mouth. She bellowed a moan down my throat. Her legs around my waist, I leaned into her, my mountainous frame covering her delicate one. Her hands clasped the back of my head, and our lips moved in sync. My hands trailed a path down her thighs, clutching the jeans she wore in my fists. I was on the verge of giving her all the pent up emotions, love, and sexual craving I had for her. Her bottom lifted, and she wiggled to remove the material that separated us. It was that split second that brought me back to my senses. I was about to make love to her. It would change the dynamic of our relationship forever, and she was engaged. I withdrew but not without remorse.
“What’s wrong?” The questionable arch of her eyes and frown on her face sent a pain through me.
I tried to compose myself. “We should chill out.” I rose and walked away from her once more.
She scurried to her feet and caught up to my long strides. “You’re doing it again,” she said. I didn’t respond, and she reached out and yanked the back of my shirt. “No, you can’t do this again!” she yelled. I whipped around on her with what I knew to be a deadly glare reminiscent of the one I shared on her twenty-first birthday.
“Shelby,” I growled.
“No!” she said pointing a finger at me. I attempted to walk away again, but she scurried around, blocking my escape with the palm of her hands before pushing me. I took a step back, wanting to avoid this line of questioning. “Why are you doing this, Sebastian?” She pushed me again.
“No!” Her hands turned to fists that padded my chest in a frustrated sequence. “Why are you doing this to me, why don’t you want me?”
Her words cut into me with a razor-sharp edge; her attack on my chest was never ending. I dipped down, sweeping her up in my arms, her legs holstered around my waist, her arms snaking around my neck. I took in her lips, the savory taste of her mouth waking the ravenous animal that lived within me. I took steps forward until we bumped into the center kitchen isle. She was breathless, and I was distributing every bit of untamed fervor. Surely when I finished ravaging her, she’d be unbalanced with bruised lips. But she never wavered, giving just as much as I gave. It turned me on even more. My body was the temperature of an incinerator, my hardness stretching the material of the boxer briefs I wore. I led a trail down the arch of her throat, placing a bite on her neck.
“Sebastian,” she purred.
I nibbled up to her ear. “Yes, Buttercup?” I whispered.
“Take me to your bedroom.” My nibbling slowed, and my forehead fell to her shoulder. My bated breath slowed, and I regained control of myself. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes. There was sexual desire built in the depths of them, along with hopefulness, trust, and love. I knew she was attracted to me, but I didn’t allow myself to think she wanted something serious, and there was no way a relationship like ours could only be physical. I hung my head again and shut my eyes briefly so I could think straight. “Please,” she begged.
“Don’t,” I said.
She pulled my face to hers. “Tell me what it is. Be honest and if it’s reasonable I’ll let it go.”
We had an intense stare down. “You’re not this person, Buttercup.”
She folded her arms. “What person would that be?”
I chose my words carefully. “The person who cheats on her fiancé.” She visibly flinched like the words had stung. “And…”
She watched me carefully. “And what?” She patted her forehead as if she’d remembered something, “You’re in love,” she added, looking ashamed. “I forgot.” She sighed. “How can I be so stupid?”
A moment passed before I realized what she was talking about. I didn’t dispel her revelation, so she took it and ran with it. “Sebastian, I’m so sorry, please forgive me. You must think I’m crazy.” She smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. The hopefulness I’d seen just a moment ago was dashed and left to evaporate like a doused campfire. But my truth remained the same; breaking her heart was something I would never do, even if that meant I’d have to live the rest of my life never knowing what could’ve been.
Stephanie Nicole Norris is an author from Chattanooga Tennessee with a humble beginning. She was raised with six siblings by her mother Jessica Ward. Always being a lover of reading, during Stephanie's teenage years her joy was running to the book mobile to read stories by R. L. Stine.
After becoming a young adult her love for romance sparked leaving her captivated by hero's and heroines alike. With a big imagination and a creative heart Stephanie penned her first novel Trouble In Paradise and self published it in 2012. Her debut novel turned into a four book series full of romance, drama, and suspense. To date Stephanie has self published seven books which includes five full novels and two short stories. They can be found on most retailers sites. Stephanie is inspired by the likes of Donna Hill, Gwynne Forester, and more. She currently resides in Chattanooga Tennessee with her husband and one year old son.
Book Title: Kept from You (Book 4: Tear Asunder)
Author: Nashoda Rose
Genre: Erotic Romance
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Cover photo: Copyright © 2016 Wander Aguiar Photography (http://www.wanderbookclub.com
Cover design by: Kari Ayasha, Cover to Cover Designs
He was the most feared guy in high-school.
Guarded. Angry. A fighter.
But when I caught him watching me with his captivating green eyes I saw something more. Something protective and kind.
He warned me to stay away from him.
Until I didn’t and he kissed me. A knee weakening, body tingling kiss that left me breathless. And scared the hell out of me.
He warned me never to come near him again or next time he wouldn’t let me go.
That was eleven years ago.
We aren't teenagers anymore. He has probably forgotten me. He’s a famous rock star now. I’m a dance instructor with a broken dream and desperate for a job.
So, when we cross paths again I don't expect him to remember me.
And his warning eleven years ago? I'm about to find out exactly what that meant.
Excerpt copyright 2017
The thin sweet crunch mixing with the light, airy cream tickled my tongue.
Indulging was rare. Indulging in something like crème brûlée was heaven on a spoon.
But what made it even more like heaven was that Killian watched me with desire blazing in his eyes.
I swallowed, then with the tip of my tongue, I slid it over my lower lip, licking the remnants of cream.
“Fuck,” he growled.
I secretly smiled, heart pumping wildly.
I’d never been sexy or tried to be sexy, but I wanted to be with Killian. He made it easy for me to be brave.
Lights dim, candles flickering, the soft jazz music in the background, skin tingling from the sexy-as-hell man next to me, yeah, I was brave.
I dipped the spoon in again, but Killian’s fingers spanned my wrist, stopping me.
I met his eyes and without a word, but knowing exactly what he wanted by the silent exchange of his steady expression, I released the spoon to him.
His attention went to the dessert where he tapped the light thin sugar shell before breaking through and sinking into the airy lightness.
He lifted the overfilled spoon at the same time as his eyes.
I thought he was going to take a bite himself, but he held the spoon out to me. “Open.”
I nervously laughed, thinking he was kidding; it was a huge mouthful. “It’s too much.”
“I know. Open, Savvy,” he said.
Oh, God, my belly dropped and my sex clenched. I swallowed, licking my lips again.
“No,” he said with a firm voice. “I didn’t ask you to lick your lips. Although that is fuckin’ delectable as hell.” His tone lowered further. “I asked you to open your mouth.”
My eyes widened. Holy. Fuck. That was hot. Demanding and a little scary because him using that voice I’d pretty much do anything he asked.
I opened, and he slid the dessert into my mouth, and since there was so much, it hit the roof, sides, and back of my throat. He didn’t remove the spoon right away and watched as I struggled not to pull away.
When I was just about to say screw it, he said, “My cock will fill your mouth a hell of a lot more than this.”
I nearly choked. And I would’ve if he didn’t slowly remove the spoon, my lips dragging over the cool, smooth surface of the spoon to make certain I took the entire dessert.
His elbow rested on the table, spoon in his hand, eyes on mine as I swallowed little by little until it was gone. The entire time I thought about his cock.
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Rachel Thomas has spent the last four years running from her past. Forced into Witness Protection and exiled from the rest of the world, she manages to survive but still lives each day in fear of being found again while trying to overcome her emotional wounds and misdeeds as a criminal.
Mark Jacobson wants nothing more than to provide Rachel with the normal life she’s always wanted. Dealing with his own scars and helpless to change their situation, he struggles to maintain his tenuous hold on his anger.
To find peace in a world she can share with Mark, Rachel agrees to help the FBI bring down all those who are after her. While the FBI believes she and Mark are safe, they are being watched closer than ever before. And, someone is ready to bring her home for good.
False Hope is the second and final novel in the Rachel Thomas books. While this book was written as a standalone so anyone can read it without knowledge of the events in False Security, it does contain many spoilers from that novel. While not necessary, it is recommended that you read False Security before diving into this last chapter of Rachel’s story.
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Rachel Thomas longs for normalcy, but if she stops running she could die... or worse. Chased by a past that wishes to imprison her, haunted by dreams that seek to destroy her, Rachel finds solace in a love she could not predict. A love she cannot deter.
Mark Jacobson is the man who never needed love. He has his bookstore, his bachelorhood, and his freedom. In the moment he meets Rachel, he is swept into a world he didn’t know existed. One filled with the purest of love. One filled with betrayal, lies, and murder.
Now Rachel and Mark are forced to face her past. The truth may kill them both.
False Security is the first novel in the Rachel Thomas Series.
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Book Title: The Art of Sage (Cruz Brothers, #2)
Author: Melanie Munton
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 28, 2016
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She was my new life.
And I would never be able to let her go.
Social work was never an easy job but somebody had to do it. Fortunately for kind-hearted and tattooed Sage Tucker, she wanted to do it. Day in and day out she saw kids who reminded her of her past and she needed to do everything in her power to give them the help that she never received when she was young. The more kids she helped, the more layers she thought she could shed of her dark childhood. But nothing ever worked. She was haunted by her memories, consumed by her anger. She slowly felt herself slipping further down into a hole, one she didn’t know if she would ever escape from.
Art made sense to Mason Cruz. Keeping his hands busy was his therapy. Being able to do both at his auto body shop was his sanctuary. Despite everything he had to overcome in his life, he had finally made something of himself and was where he wanted to be professionally. With every car he painted and every motorcycle he restored, he could keep the demons inside his head at bay. He just wished he was as good at repairing his soul as he was at repairing vintage fenders.
Sage had never felt so exposed than when she was around the smooth and charming Mason. Talking to him made her feel like she was under a microscope, but maybe that was exactly what she needed. Nobody had ever wanted to understand her like he did. Nobody had ever cared enough to ask and she had never cared to share.
And now she knew why.
Because she knew that whenever Mason learned everything about her, heard all of her darkest secrets, he would never want to look at her again.
*This is the second installment in the three-part Cruz Brothers contemporary romance series. Each book can be read as a standalone.
Fuck. And he had tattoos.
If I had one weakness when it came to a man’s appearance, it wasn’t muscles or a mouth-watering smile. It was some well-done, artistic, fucking sexy tattoos. I had quite a few myself, so I appreciated good-quality ink. My brother was also a tattoo artist, so the whole practice was engrained in me.
Plus, I liked a man who could stand a little pain. Like me.
I said it without even thinking, though I thought it was whispered low enough that no one else heard it.
No such luck.
“Excuse me?” the tattooed beauty asked, amusement creeping across his ruggedly handsome face. “Did you just say ‘jackpot’?”
Panicked, embarrassed, and admittedly turned on, I adamantly shook my head back and forth. “No, I don’t think so. That doesn’t sound like something I would say.”
How is this happening to me right now?
He took a rag from his back pocket and began wiping off his hands, drawing my attention down to his chest, watching his muscles ripple. “You sure about that?” he asked. Before I looked away, both of his pecs flexed at the same time, as if they were winking at me, taunting me.
For some reason, Joey Tribbiani’s “How you doin’?” catch phrase started playing on a loop in my head.
I eventually pulled my gaze back up to his face, eyes narrowing when I saw his cheeky grin. “You did that on purpose.”
“Did what on purpose?” he innocently asked before flexing his pecs again. Dammit, it’s like they were doing a little dance for me.
I knew better than to look down. But I did it again, anyway. “Stop that.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sexy Smartass replied, nonchalantly. “So, how can I help you, Ms…?”
I stuck my hand out, forcing myself to remain cool despite how flustered and disheveled I was. “Tucker. Sage Tucker.”
He shook my hand, squeezing it politely. His touch was casual enough, but his eye contact was unnerving because it never strayed from me. Very intense. “Mason Cruz. Are you needing some work done, Ms. Tucker?”
I stared at him, unblinking, wondering if I had heard him right. He laughed, apparently reading my thoughts. It was a nice laugh I decided. “I meant automobile work.”
My face flushed. Wow, that was stupid. Two for two, Sage. “I’m so sorry,” I replied, chuckling nervously as I averted my eyes. “It’s been a long day.” I glanced up at him to his smile remained in place, though I didn’t get the feeling that he was laughing at me. “Yes, I’m needing some assistance. My car broke down just down the road from here and I’m not exactly sure what’s wrong with it. I was hoping you might be able to take a look for me?”
He looked at me for another second, then down at his watch, then around his shop, as if he were mulling over a decision. Worried that I was going to screw up his entire day, since I knew how that went, I rushed to say, “I don’t want to put you out. I can call a tow truck—”
“No, it’s fine,” he answered, his voice low and grating. “I can do that.” The corner of his mouth quirked in a half-grin. “What kind of asshole would I be if I didn’t help a woman in distress?”
My eyebrow shot up. I had a feeling he was just joking, trying to get a rise out of me. But I didn’t care. If looks could castrate, the man would have been walking around dick-less. Which would have been unfortunate because his was probably pretty nice-looking.
Of course, he just chuckled. “Sorry, was that sexist of me?”
Fighting to bite back the string of curses I wanted to release on him, I kept my expression neutral. “Little bit. Do I look like a helpless, distressed woman to you?”
“No, you sure as hell don’t,” he rasped, those green eyes darkening. “But I’m still willing to help you out with anything you need.”
Author of the Cruz Brothers, Possession and Politics, and Timid Souls series, Melanie loves all things romance, comedies and suspense in particular because it's boring to only stick to one sub-genre. From light-hearted comedies to sexy thrillers, she likes to mix it up, but loves her some strong alpha males and sassy heroines.
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Title: Checkmate: This is Reckless
Series: Checkmate Duet Series #1
Author: Kennedy Fox
Genre: Friends to Lovers Romance
Release Date: February 28
Introducing book 1 in the new Checkmate Duet Series from a secret duo of romance authors under the USA Today bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox!
This friends to lovers romance will have you swooning and laughing from the first to the last page! Are you ready to play the game?
Drew Fisher is the type of guy every girl wants.
Noble police officer by day, charming prince by night.
He has no idea the effect he has on women, especially me--his little sister’s best friend.
I’m the blonde Southern belle who lives up to the cliché, except I have my own quirks. I’m smart as a whip, can change my own oil, and recite The Pledge of Allegiance backward, but he doesn’t see that girl.
It’d be easier to forget him if he wasn’t my roommate and if the first thing I saw in the morning wasn't his shirtless body covered in tattoos. I’ve crushed on him since the day we met, but he’s made it perfectly clear where we stand. Just friends.
I know I need to move on and accept that his feelings will never be mutual, but every day he smiles at me, I’m left dreaming of what if.
He has girl issues, and I’ve got a crush I can’t deny.
We’re friends, but I want more.
One drunken hookup leaves us with much more than a platonic friendship. Pretending it never happened proves to be more difficult than anticipated.
A crazy ex-girlfriend, a dangerous war of stolen glances, and passionate kisses leads to the most reckless battle yet. I won’t be a pawn in his game, but I’ll play by his rules if it will show him I’m the one worth breaking them for.
Checkmate, Prince Charming.
*Recommend for ages 18+ due to sexual content and adult language.*
**This is book 1 of 2 in the Checkmate Duet Series--a friends to lovers romance. Highly recommended to read the Checkmate Duet, This is War and This is Love first, but not necessary. This can read as a standalone duet.**
A secret duo of romance authors team up under the USA Today Bestselling pseudonym, Kennedy Fox who share a love of You’ve Got Mail and The Holiday. When they aren’t bonding over romantic comedies, they like to brainstorm new book ideas. One day, they decided to collaborate together under a pseudonym and have some fun creating new characters that’ll make your lady bits tingle and your heart melt. If you enjoy romance stories with sexy, tattooed alpha males and smart, independent women, then a Kennedy Fox book is for you!
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