Month: October 2018

Lançamento – Five Year Gone

Hoje é o lançamento de Five Years Gone, da autora Marie Force. Abaixo temos a sinopse e um trecho do livro para vocês!

Today we are celebrating the release of FIVE YEARS GONE, a romantic standalone title by New York Times Bestselling author Marie Force. Check out some teasers and an excerpt for the book below.

 

FIVE YEARS GONE by Marie Force

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The most brazen terrorist attack in history. A country bent on revenge. A love affair cut short. A heart that never truly heals.

I knew on the day of the attack that our lives were changed forever. What I didn’t know then was that I’d never see John again after he deployed. One day he was living with me, sleeping next to me, making plans with me. The next day he was gone.

That was five years ago. The world has moved on from that awful day, but I’m stuck in my own personal hell, waiting for a man who may be dead for all I know. At my sister’s wedding, I meet Eric, the brother of the groom, and my heart comes alive once again.

The world is riveted by the capture of the terrorist mastermind, brought down by U.S. Special Forces in a daring raid. Now I am trapped between hoping I’ll hear from John and fearing what’ll become of my new life with Eric if I do.

From a New York Times bestselling author, Five Years Gone, a standalone contemporary, is an epic story of love, honor, duty, unbearable choices and impossible dilemmas.

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Read this excerpt from Five Years Gone.

Prologue

Ava

We met in a bar, of all places, a dingy hole-in-the-wall favored by military members from the nearby Navy base in San Diego. I went with a friend from school who was interested in one of the military guys. Before that night, I’d never been there, and I’ve never been back. John was celebrating the promotion of one of his buddies. He crashed into me as I left the ladies’ room and kept me from falling by grabbing my arms to steady me.

Just like in the movies, our eyes met, and my spine tingled with the kind of instantaneous awareness I’d only read about but never experienced personally.

“I’m so sorry,” he said, gorgeous and fierce in his fatigues.

I noticed gold on his collar, a hint of late-day scruff on his jaw and the name WEST in bold black letters on his chest. Intense electric-blue eyes made it impossible for me to look away, even when I was safely back on my feet.

“Are you all right?” he asked.

Realizing I’d been staring at him, I blinked and reluctantly broke the connection. “I… Yes, I’m fine. Thank you for the save.”

And then he smiled, and the tingling began anew.

“I’m John.”

I shook his outstretched hand. “Ava.”

Keeping his hold on my hand, he tipped his head. “You come here often?”

“Never,” I said, laughing. “I’m a first-timer.”

“What do you think so far?”

“I wasn’t impressed until about thirty seconds ago.”

As if he had all the time in the world to give me, he leaned against the wall. “Is that right? What happened thirty seconds ago?”

I thought about taking back my hand but didn’t. “I was saved from certain disaster by a man in uniform.”

“The guy in the uniform is the reason you needed saving in the first place, because he wasn’t watching where he was going. Least he can do is buy you a drink.”

“I wouldn’t say no to that.” I was proud of my witty responses and got the feeling he could more than hold his own in the wittiness department. Across the crowded room, I noticed my friend talking to the guy she’d come to see, and her brows lifted in interest when she saw me with John. He guided me to the bar, placing a proprietary hand on my lower back, and told one of the guys to give me his stool.

“Yes, sir.” The younger man bowed gallantly to me as he took his beer and moved along.

“Do people always do what you say?”

“If they know what’s good for them.” His teasing grin kept the comment from being overly cocky. “What can I get you?”

Deciding to live dangerously for once, I asked for a cosmopolitan.

“Go big or go home,” he said with admiration.

“That’s my motto.” I was so full of shit. I wondered if he could tell I was all talk or what he’d think of me if he knew I usually err much closer to the side of caution than the wild side. I wondered if he could tell I was just barely old enough to drink. I’d turned twenty-one only six months earlier.

When my cosmo and his Budweiser had been delivered, he offered a toast. “To new friends.”

I touched my glass to his bottle. “To new friends.”

“So, where’re you from, Ava?”

“New York.”

“I thought I heard New Yawk in your voice.”

I batted my eyelashes at him. “So four years at the University of California San Diego didn’t scrub the New York out of me?”

Laughing, he said, “Hardly. I know some guys from New York. One of them is from Staten Island, which is about as New York as it gets. I know New York when I hear it.”

“I’m from Purchase, upstate from the city. What about you?”

“I’m from all over. My old man is a retired general. You name it, I’ve lived there.”

“Where’s home?”

“Right here.” He turned that intense gaze on me, and I went stupid in the head. I couldn’t see anything but him. We might as well have been alone in the crowded bar for all I knew. Unlike my friend, who loved men in uniform, I was never turned on by the uniform. Until then. Until John. “You want to get out of here?”

I swallowed hard. It wasn’t like me to leave a bar with a man I’d just met. “And go where?”

“Somewhere we can talk.”

“What do you want to talk about?”

He leaned in so his lips were close to my ear. “Everything. I want to know every single thing there is to know about you.”

 

That’s how we started. We were intense from the first second we met until the last time I saw him five years ago today. I can’t believe it’s been five years since I looked into those incredible blue eyes or woke to him on the pillow next to me or heard his voice in my ear, whispering words that’re permanently carved into my heart as he made love to me.

The worst part is I have no idea where he is. I don’t know if he’s alive or dead, being held captive or if he’s living his life somewhere else with someone else. I don’t know, and the not knowing is the hardest thing I’ve ever dealt with.

I love him as much today as I ever did. No amount of time could ever change that simple fact of my life. We had two beautiful, magnificent years together, caught up in our own little bubble. He never met my family. I never met his. We didn’t make couple friends. We didn’t talk about the future. We didn’t need to. Our future was decided that first night, and it would take care of itself in due time. I honestly and naïvely believed that.

Now, with hindsight, I realize the bubble was strategic on his part. He gave me everything he had to give, including no promise of tomorrow.

Five years ago today, we watched the horror unfold on live television. A US-based cruise ship blown up by suicide bombers. Four thousand lives extinguished in a heartbeat. Our world permanently changed once again, our country declaring yet another war on terrorists. After 9/11 we thought we’d seen everything. We were wrong.

“I have to go,” he said, grabbing the duffel that stood ready in the front hall closet. He called it his “go bag.” I’d thought nothing of it.

“Where’re you going?”

“I don’t know.”

“When will you be back?”

“I don’t know that either.” He held my face in his hands and gazed at me, seemingly trying to memorize my every feature. “I love you. I’ll always love you.” Then he kissed me as passionately as he ever had and was gone, out the door in a flash of camouflage.

I never saw him again.

I’m not his wife or even his fiancée, so no one notified me of his whereabouts. And three months after he left, when I found a way onto the base in a desperate quest for information, no one there could tell me anything either. I tried to locate his parents and other people he mentioned, but it was like they didn’t exist. I could find no record of a retired general named West in the Marine Corps, Army or Air Force.

Furthermore, an exhaustive search for information on the John West I had known led nowhere. No high school, no college, no military service, no nothing.

Sometimes I wonder if I dreamed the two years we spent together, doing mundane things like grocery shopping, cooking, watching TV and sleeping together after long days at work. But then I’d remember the blissful passion, the scorching pleasure, the desire that ruled us from the beginning, and I’d know I didn’t dream him. I didn’t dream us. We were real, and he was everything to me.

Sitting on the floor in our apartment, surrounded by boxes, I take a few minutes before the movers arrive to memorize every detail of the place where we lived together. I’ve packed his things along with mine, and I’m moving home to New York. Today was my deadline. I gave it five years, and I simply can’t do it anymore. I can’t sit in our home among our things, waiting for something that’s never going to happen.

It’s over. It’s time for me to move on. It’s probably long past time, if I’m being honest with myself. And though I know it’s the right move at the right time, that doesn’t mean my heart isn’t shattering all over again as I dismantle the place where we were us.

My sister is getting married next month. I promised her I’d be home in time to hold her hand through the festivities. Other than occasional trips home for holidays and other occasions, I’ve been gone more than ten years. I bear no resemblance whatsoever to the girl who left home at eighteen seeking independence from her overbearing family at a faraway college out West.

I accomplished all my goals, finishing college, landing a decent job and falling in love with the man of my dreams. I found out what happens when dreams come true and how painful it is when they blow up in your face.

It’s time now to set new goals, to start over, to begin a life that doesn’t have John at the center of it the way it did here. It’ll be nice to be back with people who love me and care about me, even if they tend toward smothering at times. That’s looking rather good to me after years of loneliness and grief.

The intercom sounds to let me know the movers are here. I pick myself up off the floor and steel my heart for the day ahead. I can do this. I’ve been through worse, and I’ll survive this the same way I’ve survived everything else. Despite my resolve, my eyes fill with tears as I press the button that opens the door downstairs to the movers.

It doesn’t take them long to pack my belongings into their truck. I keep with me the things that can’t be replaced—precious photos, gifts he gave me, the clothing he left behind. After taking a final look around the apartment, I pack those boxes into my car, turn my apartment keys into the leasing office and head east, feeling as if I’m leaving behind everything that ever mattered to me.

It’s like I’m losing him all over again. I cry all the way through the desert of Southern California and well into Arizona. I relive every minute I can remember, every conversation, every special moment. I think about what it was like to make love with him and wonder how I’ll ever to do that with anyone but him. Maybe I won’t. Maybe that part of my life ended with him, and even though I’m only twenty-eight now, I’m okay with that possibility. Once you’ve experienced perfection, it’s hard to imagine settling for anything less.

The tears finally dry up somewhere in northern Arizona, but the ache inside… I take that with me all the way to New York, where I will try my very best to pick up the pieces of my shattered life and put them back together into some new version of myself.

After all, what choice do I have?

 

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AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Marie Force is the New York Times bestselling author of contemporary romance, including the indie-published Gansett Island Series and the Fatal Series from Harlequin Books. In addition, she is the author of the Butler, Vermont Series, the Green Mountain Series and the erotic romance Quantum Series. In 2019, her new historical Gilded series from Kensington Books will debut with Duchess By Deception.

All together, her books have sold 6.5 million copies worldwide, have been translated into more than a dozen languages and have appeared on the New York Times bestseller list many times. She is also a USA Today and Wall Street Journal bestseller, a Speigel bestseller in Germany, a frequent speaker and publishing workshop presenter as well as a publisher through her Jack’s House Publishing romance imprint. She is a two-time nominee for the Romance Writers of America’s RITA® award for romance fiction.

Her goals in life are simple—to finish raising two happy, healthy, productive young adults, to keep writing books for as long as she possibly can and to never be on a flight that makes the news.

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Resenha – Once Upon a Wild Fling

Hoje nós temos a resenha de Once Upon a Wild Fling, o terceiro e último livro da série The Heartbreakers da autora Lauren Blakely! Boa Leitura!

Today we have our review of Once Upon a Wild Fling, the third book in The Heartbrekers Series by Lauren Blakely. Enjoy!

Sinopse

Synopsis

O melhor amigo do meu irmão tem uma proposta para mim. Eu disse que ele é um pai solteiro sensual? Conte mais…

Tem um milhão de razões porque Miles Hart não deveria ser o homem para eu namorar, mas deixe-me enumerar as top três. Ele é amigo do meu irmão, ele é um pai solteiro, ele é sexy e uma estrela do rock. Ele deveria usar uma placa dizendo que estava fora dos limites, indisponível, não queira andar nesse brinquedo.
E então ele me convida para ser seu par quando a sua banda toca na sua reunião do ensino médio, e a noite acontece de um jeito que eu nunca esperava.
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Eu tenho três boas razões para manter minhas mãos longe de Roxy Sterling – seu irmão é meu gerente de negócios e amigo, meu filho é o centro do meu mundo, e a última vez que me apaixonei pesado por uma mulher ela me queimou tanto que meu interesse em relacionamentos lambeu em chamas. Mas assim que eu trago o corpo de Roxy perto do meu na pista de dança, eu quero tudo que não é seguro-para-o-trabalho com ela. Então eu faço uma proposta.

E aprendo exatamente o quão arriscado isso pode ser.

My brother’s best friend has a proposition for me. Have I mentioned he’s a sexy single dad? Tell me more…

There are a million reasons why Miles Hart isn’t the man I should date but allow me to enumerate the top three. He’s friends with my brother, he’s a single dad, and he’s a sexy, in-demand rock star. He might as well wear an off-limits, totally unavailable, and don’t-even-attempt-to-ride-this-ride sign.
Then he asks me to be his plus-one when his band plays at his high school reunion, and the night unfolds in ways I never expect.
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I have three good reasons to keep my hands off Roxy Sterling–her brother’s my business manager and good buddy, my kid is the center of my world, and the last time I fell hard for a woman I was burned so badly that my interest in relationships has gone up in flames. But once I bring Roxy’s body next to mine on the dance floor, I want all the not-safe-for-work things I can’t have with her. So I make a proposition.

Then I learn exactly how risky we might be.

Resenha

Review
Primeiramente, uma questão. Essa série pode ser eterna? Sério, eu poderia ler sobre esses personagens por anos e não cansar. Eu quero que eles sejam pessoas reais e que eu possa ser amiga deles, mas não sei se eu me encaixaria nesse grupo, não sou tão cool! Essa série tem 3 livros e todos foram 5 estrelas, o que é super raro para mim! Com certeza está nos melhores do meu ano. Engraçada, inteligente, romântica, personagens maravilhosos… Os elogios são infinitos. E as crianças? Elas são um caso à parte e fazem a série ser ainda melhor. Aí, para melhorar ainda mais no último livro, entraram animais de estimação! Tudo para fazer um excelente livro.

Falar sobre a escrita da Lauren é se repetir. Sua escrita é sem defeitos, fluída e te prende desde a primeira página. Impossível de largar o livro, você devora tudo de uma só vez, e ainda termina querendo mais!

O que dizer sobre os personagens? Miles é ótimo com seu filho, mas tão sem prática em relacionamentos, que chega a ser bonitinho. Adorei acompanhar seu crescimento.

Roxy é uma mulher independente, forte e sabe o que quer. E vai lá e consegue isso. Eu amei sua personalidade e suas decisões.

Leia essa série!

 First of all, I have a question. Can this series never end? Really, I could read about this set of characters for years! I need them to be real people so I can be friends with them. But I really don’t know if I’m cool enough for them. This series has 3 books. I gave 5 stars for all of them. For me to give a 5 star to a book, it needs to be really good, so you can see how I loved the series. It is for sure on my top reads for the year. Fun, witty, great characters, adorable children and focused in a world of music. Oh, and the last book has pets!! Really, everything needed for a great book.

Talking about Lauren’s writing is to say the same things always. Her writing is flawless and hooks you from the first page. She writes with a fluidity that compel you to not put the book down until you have read the last word, and will always let you wanting more.

What to talk about those characters? Miles is great with his kid, but so clueless with Roxy, that it is endearing! It was great to see him growing and changing.

Roxy is the epitome of a independent woman, she knows what she wants and isn’t afraid  to get it. I loved her personality and the decisions she made.

Go read this series!

 

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“These stories were exactly the kind of feel-good, made-my-heart-race, smiled-the-whole-time romances that I love to read. Deliciously sexy, totally swoon-worthy and utterly charming heroes paired with witty and smart heroines.” – Danielle at Red Cheeks Reads

 

 

 

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“Romcom perfection! The plot was one I didn’t see coming!” – Booked All Night

 

We’ve got your next binge read right here! Available now! Don’t miss all of the standalone full-length novels in The Heartbreakers Series!

 

 

Three brothers. Three rock stars. Three standalones.

The Heartbreakers Series—full-length, standalone romantic comedies with no cliffhangers releasing within one month so you can binge read these sexy novels! You can indulge in three delicious romances — a sexy one-night stand with an off-limits woman, a best-friends-to-lovers tale, and a falling-for-my-buddy’s-sister love story. All come with banter, sexy times, and single parents! So get your one-clickers ready for these sexy & charming men! Each love story will make you laugh, swoon and fan yourself from the heat!

September 10: Once Upon a Real Good Time

September 24: Once Upon a Sure Thing

October 8: Once Upon a Wild Fling

 

 

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Let’s celebrate the release of ONCE UPON A WILD FLING! One lucky person will receive a gorgeous Kate spade tote bag for fun on the go, an Amazon echo dot to play all your favorite music and audiobooks, and an Amazon gift card to help you add to your music and audiobook library.

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About Lauren Blakely:

A #1 New York Times Bestselling author, and #1 Wall Street Journal Bestselling author, Lauren Blakely is known for her contemporary romance style that’s hot, sweet and sexy. She lives in California with her family and has plotted entire novels while walking her dogs. With fourteen New York Times bestsellers, her titles have appeared on the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal Bestseller Lists more than 100 times, and she’s sold more than 2.5 million books. In October she’ll release ONCE UPON A WILD FLING, a sexy single dad, best friend’s little sister romance. To receive an email when Lauren releases a new book, sign up for her newsletter! laurenblakely.com/newsletter

 

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Revelação de Capa – ROOM MATE

Revelação de Capa da autora Katie Ashley! ROOM MATE será lançado no dia 26/11! Veja abaixo a sinopse!

Cover Review for ROOM MATE by Katie Ashley! The book will be released on 26/11. See the blurb bellow!

Sinopse

Synopsis
Desde que eu era criança, eu sabia que eu queria um trabalho ajudando as pessoas. Depois de servir no Exército Britânico, eu foquei a minha carreira em me tornar um guarda-costas para os ricos e famosos. Para um Londrino, eu nunca imaginei uma cartada do destino iria me conseguir uma posição no Serviço Secreto dos EUA protegendo o filho do Presidente. Mas então o meu chefe fez uma solicitação inesperada: deixar o meu lugar atual e me mudar para a casa da sua única filha, provendo assim mais uma camada de proteção contra as ameaças que ela tem recebido. Eu nunca vivi com uma mulher que estava fora de limite para mim. Não é só que Caroline tem um namorado. Ela é a irmã do meu melhor amigo, a filha do meu chefe. Mas o quanto mais ficamos no mesmo ambiente, maior é a tentação e eu irei perder tudo se eu lutar por ela.

Crescendo como a única menina e com dois irmãos autoritários, eu não estranho ser super protegida. Assim que eu terminei a faculdade e me preparei para realmente molhar meus dedos no mundo adulto, meu pai foi eleito presidente dos Estados Unidos, o que adicionou um novo nível de proteção com o Serviço Secreto grudado em mim. Justo quando eu pensei que eu não poderia ser mais reprimida, eu comecei a receber ameaças, e a minha família decidiu que não era o bastante ter um agente vivendo perto de mim. Não, um deles teria que se mudar para a minha casa, e não qualquer agente, mas Ty Frasier – o melhor amigo do meu irmão Barrett e o agente principal do meu irmão Ty. Enquanto a maioria das mulheres ia gostar de viver com um sensual britânico, ter um colega de casa parou os meus planos. Especialmente quando eu comecei a notar que Ty é muito mais do que um cara hot.

 From the time I was a kid, I knew I wanted a job helping people. After serving in the Rifles regiment of the British Army, I focused my civilian career on becoming a bodyguard to the rich and famous. For a Cockney Brit, I never imagined a twist of fate landing me a position in the United States Secret Service and protecting the President’s son. But then my boss made an unexpected request: leave my current placement to move in with his only daughter to give an added layer of protection against the threats she had been receiving. I’d never lived with a woman who was off-limits to me. It wasn’t just that Caroline had a boyfriend. She was my best friend’s sister, and my boss’s daughter. But the longer we’re in such close quarters together, the greater the temptation grows, but I know I’ll lose everything if I pursue her.

Growing up as the only girl and with two overbearing older brothers, I’m no stranger to being overprotected. Just as I finished up college and prepared to truly dip my toes into the adult world, my father was elected President of the United States, which added a whole new level of protection with the Secret Service team attached to me. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly be more smothered, I began receiving threats, and my family decided it wasn’t enough to just have an agent living down the hall from me. Nope, I was to have one move in with me, and not just any agent, but Ty Frasier—my brother, Barrett’s best friend, and my brother, Ty’s, head agent. While most women would enjoy living with a sexy, buff Brit, having a roommate threw a wrench into all my plans. Especially when I began noticing Ty was so much more than a hot guy.

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About the Author

Katie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author of both Indie and Traditionally published books. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her daughter, Olivia, and her spoiled mutt, Duke. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Shakespeare, Harry Potter, Star Wars, and Scooby-Doo.

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent eleven years teaching both middle and high school English, as well as a few adjunct college English classes. As of January 2013, she hung up her red pen and expo markers to become a full-time writer. Each and every day she counts her blessings to be able to do her dream job.

Although her roots are firmly planted in the red Georgia clay, she loves traveling the country and world to meet readers and hang out with fellow authors. When she’s not writing or chasing down her toddler, you might find her watching reruns of The Golden Girls, reading historical biographies, along with romance novels, or spending way too much time on Facebook.

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Revelação de Capa – The Wrong Game

Revelação de Capa da autora Kandi Steiner. The Wrong Game será lançado no dia 18 de Outubro. Veja abaixo a sinopse!

Cover Reveal from author Kandi Steiner! The Wrong Game will be released on October 18th!

 

Sinopse

Synopsis
Da autora bestseller de A Love Letter to Whiskey e What He Doesn’t Know Duet chega um romance esportivo angústiante, emocional e engraçado.

Dois tickets de temporada.
Uma ideia genial.

Interesse zero em um relacionamento.

O plano é simples: um homem completamente novo, hot, preferencialmente engraçado e definitivamente solteiro irá preencher um desses assentos em cada jogo dos Bears no Soldier Field. E eu irei preencher o outro.

Eu não consigo pensar uma melhor maneira de usar os tickets da temporada que eu tinha comprado para o meu ex-marido. Eu sou uma mulher com planos, e esse é a prova de tolos.

Até que Zach Bowen se oferece para ser meu teste prático.

Ele é enfurecedor. Presunçoso e arrogante. E absolutamente, inegavelmente lindo. Qualquer mulher com o coração batendo iria ser atraída por ele, e o meu acelera toda vez que ele fala.

Mas como eu disse, eu sou uma mulher com planos – e eu não vou desistir desse.

Uma noite. Um jogo. E então seu tempo acaba.

Ele pode tentar mudar as regras, mas a verdade é: ele não pode vencer se estiver jogando o jogo errado.

From the bestselling author of A Love Letter to Whiskey and the What He Doesn’t Know Duet comes an angsty, emotional, and fun sports romance.

Two season tickets.
One genius idea.

Zero interest in a relationship.

The plan is simple: a brand new, hot, preferably funny, definitely single male will fill one of those seats for every Bears game at Soldier Field. And I’ll fill the other.

I can’t think of a better way to use the season passes I’d bought for my ex-husband. I am a woman of plans, and this one’s foolproof.

Until Zach Bowen offers to be my practice round.

He’s infuriating. Presumptuous and overbearing. And absolutely, undeniably gorgeous. Any woman with a heartbeat would be attracted to him, and mine picks up speed every time he speaks.

But as I said, I’m a woman of plans — and I’m not backing down on this one.

One night. One game. And then, his time’s up.

He can try to change the rules, but here’s the truth: he can’t win if he’s playing the wrong game.

 

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Kandi Steiner is a bestselling author and whiskey connoisseur living in Tampa, FL. Best known for writing “emotional rollercoaster” stories, she loves bringing flawed characters to life and writing about real, raw romance — in all its forms. No two Kandi Steiner books are the same, and if you’re a lover of angsty, emotional, and inspirational reads, she’s your gal.

An alumna of the University of Central Florida, Kandi graduated with a double major in Creative Writing and Advertising/PR with a minor in Women’s Studies. She started writing back in the 4th grade after reading the first Harry Potter installment. In 6th grade, she wrote and edited her own newspaper and distributed to her classmates. Eventually, the principal caught on and the newspaper was quickly halted, though Kandi tried fighting for her “freedom of press.” She took particular interest in writing romance after college, as she has always been a diehard hopeless romantic, and likes to highlight all the challenges of love as well as the triumphs.

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Lançamento – Dane

O lançamento de hoje é Dane, da autora K Webster. Dane é mais um livro no mundo tabu criado pela escritora. Em breve teremos nossa resenha. Dane, the newest book created by K Webster is live! Soon we’ll have our review available.

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K Webster is the author of dozens romance books in many different genres including contemporary romance, historical romance, paranormal romance, and erotic romance. When not spending time with her husband of twelve years and two adorable children, she’s active on social media connecting with her readers.

Her other passions besides writing include reading and graphic design. K can always be found in front of her computer chasing her next idea and taking action. She looks forward to the day when she will see one of her titles on the big screen.

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Resenha – Fragments of Ash

Hoje nós temos a resenha de Fragments os Ash e também um trecho do livro para vocês. Boa leitura!

Today we have our review and an excerpt of Fragments of Ash. Enjoy!

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Review
Cinderela é um dos meus favoritos contos de fadas, então eu fiquei super feliz quando a Katy anunciou que esse seria o próximo livro na série.

Um livro sombrio, que transforma a terrível madrasta em um monstro de padastro, e uma história para ser lembrada.

Ao mesmo tempo, a fada madrinha foi transformada em um maravilhoso padrinho, nos dando luz.

E o príncipe? Ele precisava ser tão salvo quanto nossa princesa.

Presa na história desde a primeira página, eu li tudo rapidamente, devorando o livro. Como sempre, foi uma história super bem escrita sobre amor e redenção.

Amei e mal posso esperar pelo próximo livro!

 Cinderella is one of my favorites fairy tales, so I was so happy when Katy announced it would be her next inspiration.
With a dark twist turning the horrible stepmother in a monster of a stepfather, she gave us a tale to remember.
But at the same time, the godmother was transformed in a amazing godfather, giving us light.
And the prince? This one needed as much saving as our beautiful princess.
I was taken from the first page, needing to read everything, devouring the pages. As usual, it was a well written story of love and redemption.
Loved it and can’t wait for the next in this series!

Excerpt

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Instead of going inside, I walk around the house, to the backyard, to see if I can help bring in any dirty dishes, but the picnic table is empty. All traces of our dinner party have already been cleaned up by the Ducharmes siblings.
 
I look up at the midnight sky, at the dozens and dozens of stars, and I wonder if Gus is right. What he says feels right, but I feel very young and very small as I stare up at the universe. It’s not wrong to give yourself over to loving if the chance arises.
 
“We get amazing night skies up here.”
 
I look over my shoulder and find Julian, tall, barefoot, and beautiful, walking toward me.
 
“Yes, you do,” I answer, giving him a shy and tentative smile before I turn my attention back upward.
 
My skin prickles with awareness. My lips tingle, remembering the insistent pressure of his. And elsewhere in my body, I clench hard, willing those deep-set tremors not to start up again right now. I want to believe what Gus has told me—that liking and wanting a man isn’t wrong—but it’s new to me, and I need a little time to reconcile my desire and conscience together.
 
“When I lived in DC, it was what I missed the most, besides Noelle. More than the cheese. More than the beer. More than the skiing.” He stops, standing beside me, staring up at the firmament. “I missed Vermont’s night skies. And the millions of stars.”
 
“I can see why,” I say. “When I lived in LA, I never saw stars.” I giggle. “I mean, I saw the people kind, but not the sky kind.”
 
“Who’s the most famous person you ever met?”
 
“Hmm. Maybe . . . Gigi Hadid . . . or Bella? Hmm . . . Or Cara Delevingne? Kate Moss mentored my m—Tig for a while, um, and she knew Gisele, of course. Also—”
 
“Wait a second! Gisele? Did you ever meet Tom Brady?” he asks, his voice eager.
 
“Let me guess.” I glance at his face. “Patriots fan?”
 
“The biggest.”
 
“Tig went to their wedding, but I never met him. Sorry,” I say, giggling as he lays a hand over his heart and pretends to cry. “Speaking of the rich and famous, Noelle tells me you met the vice president while you worked in Washington.”
 
“She did?” His teasing expression disappears quickly as he straightens, dropping his hand. “Uh, yeah. Long time ago.”
 
“Not so long,” I say. 
 
“Yeah, well . . . I guess it just feels like a while ago.” I wait for him to say more, hoping to learn why he left Washington so abruptly, but he stretches his arms over his head and yawns. “I’m tired. You must be exhausted.”
 
“At school I was on the dining hall rotation, which meant cooking for one hundred souls regularly. Tonight was a breeze.”
 
“Your soup was amazing.”
“Thank you.”
“The steak too.”
“Thank you again.”
“And the tart.”
“That was your sister. Let her know you thought so.”
“And the kiss.”
 
“Thank—” I’m grinning at him, but my eyes widen at his unexpected compliment, and I immediately look back up at the sky. It’s dark out so he can’t see my blush.
 
His chuckle is soft and low beside me, and maybe I’m wicked for not feeling more guilty, but I feel my smile grow as I trace Orion’s belt. I don’t dare look at him, but I feel him step closer to me, the warmth of his chest radiating against my back. If I moved slightly, one step even, his body would be flush against mine, and the shiver down my arms has nothing to do with the night chill. I want him to touch me, but I know he won’t.
 
As though he can read my mind, he whispers, close to my ear, “Not unless you ask.”
 
I close my eyes and say a prayer for strength and virtue, which, sadly, works, because the next thing I hear is his footsteps receding.
 
“Good night, sweet Ashley,” he says to my back, his voice a low rumble.
 
My eyes open slowly to the glittering heavens.
 
“Good night, sweet prince,” I whisper to Julian’s stars.
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New
York Times and USA Today bestselling author Katy
Regnery started her writing career by enrolling in a
short story class in January 2012. One year later, she signed her first
contract, and Katy’s first novel was published in September 2013.
Forty books later, Katy claims authorship of
the multititled New York Times and USA Today bestselling
Blueberry Lane Series, which follows the English, Winslow, Rousseau, Story, and
Ambler families of Philadelphia; the six-book, bestselling ~a modern fairytale~
series; and several other stand-alone novels and novellas, including the
critically-acclaimed, 2018 RITA© nominated, USA Today bestselling
contemporary romance, Unloved, a love story.
Katy’s first modern fairytale romance, The
Vixen and the Vet, was nominated for a RITA® in 2015 and won the 2015
Kindle Book Award for romance. Katy’s boxed set, The English Brothers Boxed
Set, Books #1–4, hit the USA Today bestseller list in 2015, and her
Christmas story, Marrying Mr. English, appeared on the list a week
later. In May 2016, Katy’s Blueberry Lane collection, The Winslow Brothers
Boxed Set, Books #1–4, became a New York Times e-book bestseller.
Katy’s books are available in English, French,
German, Italian, Portuguese and Turkish.
Katy lives in the relative wilds of northern
Fairfield County, Connecticut, where her writing room looks out at the woods,
and her husband, two young children, two dogs, and one Blue Tonkinese kitten
create just enough cheerful chaos to remind her that the very best love stories
begin at home.

 

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Revelação de Capa – The Jerk Duet

The Jerk Duet, you novo dueto da autora Max Monroe será lançado no dia 18 de Outubro e hoje nós temos a revelação das capas!

The Jerk Duet, an all-new fun and sexy duet from New York Times bestselling author Max Monroe is coming October 18th, and we have the all new covers!

 

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks

Release Date: October 18th

The Day I Stopped Falling for Jerks

Todo mundo me chama de sortuda, mas quando o assunto é amor, eu não sou nada disso.

Eu tenho uma longa história sobre namorar o homem errado.

Você sabe os que eu estou falando.

Os caras bonitos, charmosos e que são quase que literalmente bons demais para serem de verdade.

Os que são impulsivos no amor e preferem casos curtos a relacionamentos longos.

Eu estou falando sobre os canalhas.

Os caras que são tão saborosos, mas são tão ruins.

Depois de passar pelo término mais ridículo na história dos términos, eu achei que tinha aprendido a minha lição. Eu oficialmente me coloquei na rehab dos canalhas e me comprometi em mudar meu jeito.

Mas, vamos ser reais aqui, amor nunca é fácil.

Especialmente quando um arrogante, charmoso e demoníaco alfa é envolvido.

Sotaque australiano.

Pele bronzeada.

Corpo de surfista musculoso.

Lindos olhos castanhos.

E o tipo de sorriso que coloca mulheres nos joelhos.

Ah, mencionei que ele é também o irmão da minha melhor amiga?

É. Essa é a história, minha história, e ela é bizarra pessoal.

O dia que eu parei de me apaixonar  por canalhas, eu conheci Oliver Arsen – o maior canalha de todos.

Everyone calls me Lucky, but when it comes to love, I’m anything but.

I have a long history of dating the wrong men.

You know the ones I’m talking about.

The beautiful, charming guys who are quite literally too good to be true.

The ones who are impulsive in love and prefer short flings over long-term relationships.

I’m talking about the jerks.

The guys who taste so good, but are so very bad.

After going through the most ridiculous breakup in the history of breakups, I thought I’d learned my lesson. I officially put myself into jerk rehab and committed to changing my ways.

But, let’s be real here, love is never that easy.

Especially when an arrogant, charming, he-devil of a sexy alpha man gets involved.

Aussie accent.

Tanned skin.

Muscular, surfer bod.

Gorgeous brown eyes.

And the kind of sexy smile that brings women to their knees.

Oh, did I mention that he’s also my best friend’s brother?

Yeah. This story, my story, it’s a real doozy you guys.

The day I stopped falling for jerks, I met Oliver Arsen—the biggest jerk of all.

The Day the Jerk Started Falling

Release Date: October 25th

The Day the Jerk Started Falling

Meu name é Oliver Arsen, mas meus amigos me chamam de Ollie.

Eu vivo pesado e amo ainda mais pesado, mas é o amor que geralmente me causa problemas.

De acordo com a população, eu sou o maior canalha.

Minha afeição geralmente é de curta duração – uma qualidade que o sexo frágil me disse várias vezes não é correto – e o deixar, do amar e deixar, sempre foi natural.

Pelo menos, era.

Até ela.

Luciana Wright.

Ela é uma linda americana e a melhor amiga da minha irmã – uma mulher tão errada para mim, que está escrito nas ondas.

E ela é a razão pelo que estamos todos aqui.

A razão eu preciso voltar e explicar como tudo deu errado.

Para o dia que o canalha começou a se apaixonar.

My name is Oliver Arsen, but my mates call me Ollie.

I live hard and love harder, and it’s love that usually gets me in the most trouble.

According to the greater population, I’m the ultimate jerk.

My affection tends to be short-lived—a quality I’ve been assured multiple times by the fairer sex isn’t becoming—and the leaving part of loving and leaving has always come natural.

At least, it used to.

Until her.

Luciana Wright.

She’s an American bombshell and my sister’s best friend—a woman so wrong for me, it’s written in the waves.

And she’s the reason we’re all here.

The reason I have to go back to explain how it all went wrong.

To the day the jerk started falling.

 

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Capítulo – The Ocean Between Us

 

 

Você leu nossa resenha e sinopse de The Ocean Between us e ficou curioso para ler o livro? Hoje temos o primeiro capítulo dele para matar um pouquinho da sua curiosidade! Aproveite! After reading our review of The Ocean Between Us, did you want to read the book? Today we have the first chapter to you. Enjoy!

 

 

EMMA


The last three days have been exhausting. Sneaking away from the house in the middle of the night like some criminal was the most daring thing I’ve ever done. While sitting at the airport, I chewed my nails to the nerve out of fear that I’d be caught and dragged back to that hellish prison.
I unlock the door to the flat which will be my new home for the next six months. Not knowing whether my roommate is home, I slowly walk inside.
Closing the door behind me, I leave my bags at the entrance. “Hello, is anyone here?”
Silence greets me, and I let out a sigh of relief. It will give me time to get settled before whoever I’m sharing the flat with gets back.
Crap, I should’ve asked Miss Jessie, the landlord, about my roommate. For a moment I contemplate going back to her but decide to put it off until I go out to explore a little of the town.
Opening the door to the first bedroom, and glancing inside, I see a pair of men’s sneakers beside the bed. It’s clear I’ll be sharing with a guy unless the girl has big feet, which I doubt.
Actually, I hope it’s a guy. I don’t think I can handle living with another woman so soon after all I’ve been through with my mother.
The second door opens to a bathroom, and I’m glad to see that it has a shower.
Grabbing my luggage, I walk to the last room, which I assume will be mine. Pushing the door open, my eyes greedily take in all the space.
There’s a closet against the wall, and a big bed stands opposite it. I’ve never slept in such a massive bed. I just want to face-plant onto it and sleep all my worries away.
“Wow,” I whisper. “This flat is amazing.”
Even though my parents live in a mansion in Clifton, one of Cape Town’s wealthiest neighborhoods, my bedroom at the back of the house was small and only held a bed. There wasn’t even space for a dresser, and I had to keep my clothes in the closet of one of the guest bedrooms. It was just another way for my mother to make me feel like an unwanted burden.
For the first time since I left home, a smile forms around my lips and excitement starts to bloom in my chest.
I hate my parents for doing this to me, for making me run to North Carolina, the other side of the bloody world. But I’ve had enough. A person can only take so much abuse.
I have to prove to myself that I can survive without them. The trust fund isn’t huge, and with the exchange rate being so bad, it doesn’t leave me with much of a monthly allowance once it’s converted to dollars. I’ll only have enough for rent, one meal a day, and paying for my studies.
Even though my finances aren’t the best, I feel hopeful, and for the first time, I don’t dread what tomorrow might bring.
Lifting my bag onto the bed, I start to unpack. It only takes a minute to transfer my clothes over to the spacious closet. The few items look lost in all the space, but still, a warm feeling settles in my heart.
I might not have much, but I have my freedom.
“You’ve done it, Emma,” I whisper. I grab clean clothes and the only towel I have, then walk back to the bathroom so I can shower. “You have six months to find a way so you can stay here.”
After I’ve taken a quick shower, I get dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt.
Back in my room, I place the dirty clothes in my backpack. I’ll have to find a laundromat where I can wash them.
I turn on my phone, and immediately it starts to vibrate with messages and missed calls. I choose to ignore them for now and search for Chloe’s number.
Holding the phone to my ear, a smile spreads across my face the second I hear her voice.
“I’ve been going insane! Did you land in one piece? Is the place you’re staying at nice? What is your roommate like? Have your parents cont –”
“Chloe, slow down. One question at a time,” I stop her interrogation with a burst of laughter. “I’m safely here. The flat is very nice. It’s a two bedroom, and it has an open plan kitchen and small lounge. The bedroom is huge, Chloe. It has so much closet space, and the window looks out over a beautiful courtyard. It’s nothing like the room at home. It’s easily twice as big. Don’t even get me started on how comfy the bed looks.”
A sense of freedom washes over me as I take in my new home.
I’m really free.
“I’m so happy you like it, Em. You sound better too. You did the right thing by leaving. Have you met your roommate?”
“I haven’t met the person I’m sharing the flat with. I’m a little nervous about that. I saw a pair of men’s sneakers, so I’m sure it’s a guy. Miss Jessie, the owner, let me in. She seems nice, but she was surprised to see me. My application got mixed up with some other guy’s. After explaining that I can’t afford to live on my own and how important it is that I share a flat, she relented and gave me the keys.”
“Oh hell. I’m just glad you got it all sorted. Anyway, I’m glad you’ve settled in. After everything we had to go through to get you there,” she sighs. “Just don’t answer your phone if that bitch tries to call you. Don’t reply to her texts. Don’t let her intimidate you. Remember, she’s on the other side of the world now. You’re safe in America.”
“Thank you for helping me,” I say, thanking my lucky stars again that I have such an incredible friend.
“You know I’d ride a porcupine butt naked for you,” she laughs. I don’t know where she heard that, but since she did, she hasn’t stopped saying it.
“You’re the best,” I whisper. It’s the best I can do to tell Chloe that I care about her.
I can’t say the words I love you. My mother has made them lose all meaning, and now they’re just empty words I hear after a beating.
“Now, go on! Go out and have some fun,” she says, her voice laced with excitement for me.
“I’m a little scared, to be honest, but I’m not going to let it hold me back,” I admit.
“Yes, don’t hide in your room. Go out and experience new things. You’ll see not everyone is as evil as that insane mother of yours.”
I want to experience everything this world has to offer. I’ve never gone out before and have no idea how to socialize. Being out and between people is the only way I’m going to learn.
“Take your phone with you and call if you need me. Or text me. I’m on standby,” Chloe says, offering her support like she always does.
“You’re the best. You know that, right?” I say again.
“No, you’re the best,” she laughs.
“I’ll let you know how it goes.”
My phone beeps just as I cut the call. One glance tells me I can’t run from the inevitable. Chloe would kill me if she knew I was answering them, but I can’t just ignore my parents. They are my family, after all. I’ll just let them know I’m safe.
Dad: Where are you? We can’t reach you. Your mother’s worried.
Me: I’m taking a break from it all. I’m safe.
I bite my bottom lip as I watch the message go through. Even though an ocean separates me from them, I can’t help but feel scared.
My heartbeat starts to speed up as a panic attack threatens to engulf me.
Closing my eyes, I picture an eagle taking flight, and I let all my feelings soar away with it. It’s something I started doing two years ago after I saw an eagle soaring above our house. I had just finished gathering all the dead leaves from the swimming pool when I heard the sharp cry. I must’ve watched it for an hour before it flew away. What I remember most from that day was the peaceful feeling which filled my heart.
Sucking in a deep breath, I slowly open my eyes. “You’re going to be fine, Emma. You can do this.”

 

 

 

 


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Excerpt – A Princess Duty

 

The Princess’s Duty, an all-new Paranormal Fae Romance by Sloane Murphy is releasing October 22nd!

 

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There are so many people in here. Royals and social climbers of the Winter Court, I try to see into the

edge of the room, cast in shadows, but the light surrounding me blinds me from it. The applause

continues as I make my way onto the stage, in front of the table where the Vasara’s sit, with Cade to the

left of his father who is just an older, slightly greying version of Cade, and Rowan to the right by his

mother. I curtsy as tradition dictates and hold my submissive position until I am released by King Earon’s

words.

“Emilia Daarke. What a long time it has been! Maybe this time when you leave here, it will not be in

bloody circumstances,” his cruel smile takes up half of his face and I hear the laughter and spattering of

applause from his audience behind me. I look to Lanora, whose face is unreadable. Cade sits stoically as

if his father has said nothing, but I see Rowan wince slightly from the corner of my eye. I will not be

baited, because that it exactly what they want.

“King Earon, it has been a long time. I’m glad the years have been kinder to me than it seems they’ve

been to you,” I say sweetly, my insult obvious but I know these people, I grew up with them. Trading

insults is nothing more than a game to them. He pauses, and a hush descends across the room, before

his laughter belts out, the sound bouncing across the room and I breathe a little easier knowing I’ve

started well, and I’m not bleeding yet. Insulting the winter fae is dangerous game. Sometimes they

laugh, other times, they’ll kill you where you stand. Blood sport is nothing unusual to them.

Cade stands and circles me, blatantly taking in my form in the corseted dress, which hugs and

accentuates every curve I have, trying to demean me without words. I stand and take it, being treated

like a piece of meat, as is expected.

“You, Emilia, chose to return here, after your twin brother was slaughtered here at my own hand, and

yet, you still wish to marry me and become queen of this court. Is that right?” Cade faces the audience

rather than me, everything for their entertainment and to make me feel like less than nothing.

“That is right, but must you really treat me with such disrespect. Someone who could potentially be your

future wife, your future queen. Can you not even look at me when you address me?” I don’t see his

hand as it reaches out and strikes me across the face, lightning fast, the shock of it knocking me off

balance.

“Maybe you are the one who needs to learn some respect, to the future king of this court, and to the

man you are hoping to marry. Know your place.” He towers over me, and that’s when I work out his

game. He wants us to submit, to show that we are weak and unworthy of him. So I brace myself and

stand.

“My place, your highness,” I spit, “is not on my knees, or at your feet.” I stand tall and take him face on.

“No queen of your court or mine is a submissive coward. I was not raised to cower before you, but to be

the strength and power at your side.”

 

About Sloane Murphy

My name is Sloane, but people call me a variety of names, particularly after they read my books. If you’ve read them, I’m sure you can use your imagination to work them out. I was born in England and have lived in small towns and cities ever since.

My husband, Chris, is the most supportive person in my life. Without his love, help and patience I wouldn’t be where I am today. Living my dreams, with him by my side and our crazy fur baby creating chaos.

At school I drifted through, achieving average grades. I fell into administration and sales jobs, thinking that I couldn’t really do anything else, despite always wanting more.

I’d been writing poetry and song lyrics since the age of about 11, but my love of reading has always been strong. In 2012, I got my first kindle and discovered the works of Samantha Young, Addison Moore, Amanda Hocking, Tijan, A.E Murphy and many many more.

In 2015 I stumbled into the indie world by accident. I emailed a certain indie author after falling head over heels for her books, and she became one of the best friends I will ever have. She’s a gladiator! But she pulled me in, and took me to my first book signing. She encouraged me to start my blog. She encouraged me to put my art out into the world, first with teasers & covers.

Then when I finally told her about my stories, she encouraged me to put them out there. Between her and the one I love the most – thank you, Lauren Rowe – (my twinnie, and my best friend) I found the confidence to put myself out there, and the rest, as they say, is history.

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Resenha – Say you want it

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Excerpt

As he stared at me, I wondered what could’ve been so important that he had to stop the car. But as I looked into his face, I could see what he was about to say was serious. That had me nervous. Was everything okay?
Was this about my father?
Was he about to tell me that he knew how I felt, could sense it, feel it?
Or maybe he was about to tell me how things couldn’t happen between us.
Every “what if” passed through my head and my entire body tightened. I tried to act calm, appear like I had my shit together. The truth was I didn’t. So, all I did was brace myself for the impact.
“I didn’t know how to say this, how to go about even bringing this up,” he finally said, his voice deep with emotion.
He was looking past me as he spoke, as if maybe he couldn’t look me in the eye when he said the words. With every passing second I grew even more convinced he was about to draw the line between us.
“But I can’t stand idly back anymore, Piper. I can’t keep how I feel inside a minute longer. Having you so close, working right beside me, knowing that all I have to do is reach out and touch you, pull you in close, has my self-control on a tightrope.” He looked at me then. “It’s snapped, Piper, and if I don’t tell you how I feel, what I want, I’m going to lose my fucking mind.”
I felt my eyes widen, knew they were probably massive saucers on my face. What Zane had just said was certainly not what I expected to hear. I’d assumed he’d keep us at a distance, break my heart even if he didn’t realize.
But no, what he just told me was my fantasy come to life. The look he gave me, the way I felt when he touched me … all of that had meant more than what was in my head.
It was real.
“Zane…” That was the only word that come out of my mouth that moment. I was so shocked, not even able to think clearly.
“Let me finish, and then you can turn me down.”
My heart stuttered at that confession. Me, turn him down? Was he insane?
“I’ve wanted you since you were eighteen, Piper. It’s wrong, I know. Not just because you’re so much younger than I am, but because you’re Liam’s daughter. This could cause issues between him and me, but I can’t stop myself from wanting you. I can’t hold back my emotions anymore.”
He lifted his hand and rubbed his eyes, as if the conversation drained him. I knew exactly how he felt. My emotions were exhausting, hiding them, trying to fight them. It was to the point where I didn’t even try anymore.
“Maybe if it was just a passing desire, I could control how I felt for you.” He shook his head slowly as he stared into my eyes. “But this isn’t a passing emotion. I love you, Piper. I’m in love with you, and there’s nothing and no one that can—will—ever change that fact.”
We were silent, the air so thick it was like swimming through pudding. I couldn’t breathe, could barely even look at him for how intense this whole situation was.
Zane loved me.
He. Loved. Me.

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Jenika Snow, a USA Today bestselling author, lives in the northeast with her husband and their children.She prefers gloomy days, eats the topping off of her pizza first, and prefers to wear socks year round.

 

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