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<h4 style="text-align: center;">Title: A Tempting Ruin
Author: Kristin Vayden
Genre: Regency
Series: Greenford Waters Legacy
Publisher: <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BlueTulipPub" target="_blank">Blue Tulip Publishing
</a>Release Date: July 28th</h4>
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He might be a gentleman by title, but he was a rogue at heart...
Beatrix Lamont is in hiding. Sequestered at Lady Southridge's country estate, she assumes the identity of a lady's companion: never once expecting her past would catch up with her.
It does, however, in the vexing and seducting form of Lord Neville.
Determined and far too charming for his own good--after all who simply demands a woman marry him?
Not a gentleman.
Lucky for Lord Neville, being a gentleman has never been an option, especially when it comes to Beatrix, the woman would try the patient of a saint, and every encounter with her leaves his body yearning for more.
Caught between wanting her for himself and needing to protect her from dangers that lurk in the shadows of both their pasts, he must eventually make a choice.
Become the gentleman he's never been--or play the seducer she brings out in him, and hope in the end she'll forgive him for using her to catch a killer.
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“Good afternoon.” Lord Neville’s voice broke through the serene silence of the orangery, startling Beatrix and causing her heart to practically take flight. Quickly she spun to face the man speaking, a hand covering her heart as she willed the racing cadence to abate.
His grey eyes took her in with a calculating glint as he lazily stood from his perch on the alcove bench.
There was nothing for it; he knew. It was useless to pretend otherwise. “Hello, Lord Neville. Were the theatrics to your liking?” Beatrix asked with a saucy lilt to her tone as she watched him close the distance.
He clapped slowly, drawing out the gesture. “It might have fooled me…” he replied offhandedly as he shrugged.
“But?” Beatrix asked.
“It was your hands.”
“Pardon?” Beatrix asked, confused as she lifted her hands and inspected them.
“When you’re nervous, you tend to touch your fingertips to your thumb in succession. It’s a telling habit.”
“I do?” Beatrix asked as she studied her hands once more then turned her gaze to the man before her.
“Yes.”
“How did you know—“
“The library.”
Beatrix caught her breath then released it slowly, but she could tell by the spark in his gaze that he hadn’t missed her reaction.
Damn the man.
The library… it was nothing. Rather, it should have been nothing.
“Oh.” She tried to recover.
His amused chuckle caused her to narrow her eyes, but, rather than show any remorse, his grin grew.
Becoming more devastatingly alluring by the moment.
Heaven help her, but she was helpless against the man. She shouldn’t be. There had been just a few stolen moments shared… nothing lasting.
Nothing that should create such a draw.
But it was there, nonetheless.
“You’re doing it again.” He glanced down to her fingers then met her gaze once more.
Sure enough, she felt her fingers pause as she realized he was indeed correct. How was it that she had never noticed that about herself, yet he, a… well, not a total stranger… had memorized such a nuance?
“Be that as it may…” Beatrix straightened her shoulders and took a few steps to the left, avoiding his direct approach. “…what is it that you want?” she asked in a clipped tone.
“The truth,” he replied softly, tilting his head.
“Concerning?” Beatrix asked, taking another side step toward a leafy orange tree.
“Concerning why you’re here, of course.”
“I would think it’s obvious,” Beatrix replied loftily as she wound around the orange tree’s trunk, keeping an eye on the approaching lord.
Lord Neville clicked his tongue and shook his head, all the while sending her a mischievous grin that melted her insides. “Miss Lamont, we both know that I’m after far more than the obvious… or, in this case… what you wish for me to believe. I’ll warn you that I’m not so easily deterred.”
“Oh, is that so?” Beatrix sent him an arch look. “It would seem that you are quite… easily startled,” she shot back.
His gaze narrowed as he paused in his approach. “What made you create such an assumption?”
“Why, the library of course.” She bit back a grin at the irritated flash in his gaze upon turning the tables back on him.
“The library? Tell me, Miss Lamont, was that before or after I compromised you?” he asked with a dark grin.
“You — oh! You know very well that—“
“That if any matron of society had stumbled into our cozy little interlude you would have been ruined… which was why I walked away. Walked… not ran… as you just implied.”
Beatrix bit her lip and glanced away, hating that he was right and had used her shortsighted attempt at victory to turn her own wit against her.
Miserable man.
“You did leave… the next day, that is,” she reminded him, watching his expression as it was fixed upon her.
“I did,” he replied then took another step toward her.
She placed the tree between them but peeked around the trunk. “Why?” she asked, unable to meet his regard as she spoke.
“Why?” he repeated softly.
Beatrix swallowed her cursed pride and glanced up, compelled by her curiosity to be brave. “Why did you leave so abruptly?”
“For being so expertly compromised—“
“Oh bother.” Beatrix rolled her eyes and stepped away, irritated, and gave her back to the lord. “It was a kiss—“
“Perhaps for you…” Lord Neville’s hand grasped hers and halted her recession.
Just as she remembered, his hand was warm, enveloping hers completely. A shiver of delighted expectation ripped through her as she slowly turned to face him. Blinking, she waited as his gaze roamed her features and settled on her lips.
“As I was saying… for being so expertly compromised…” Amusement danced in his expression. “…you’re truly innocent. I do believe I will have to remedy that,” he whispered as he leaned in and brushed a whisper of a kiss across her jaw.
It was as if a thousand butterflies took wing in her belly as she caught the masculine scent of his skin so close to hers. She should reprimand him for taking such liberties…
But she rather liked that he was.
He withdrew and studied her, as if asking if he should continue. Reaching up, Beatrix stroked his jaw, memorizing the texture of his slight stubble as it tugged at the fabric of her glove.
Without hesitation, he pulled her in, meeting her mouth in a kiss that was as intense as it was powerful. Strong arms enveloped her, drawing her into the lee of his commanding presence. His kiss demanded she return the passion, and, without a thought, she kissed him back, instinctively. His flavor was familiar and igniting, comforting and compelling all at once. The soft scent of the orange grove swirled around her, adding to the magic of the moment. His teeth tugged at her lower lip as he pressed against her, reminding her of the power in his arms. Reaching up, she allowed her fingers the delight of exploring the planes and ridges of his shoulders, adding to the attraction already smoldering within.
His fingers traced up her arms, teasing the ribbon at her neckline then lacing behind her head as if removing himself from a sweet temptation. His kiss gentled as he continued to playfully nip at her lips. Beatrix held him close, losing herself in the moment, committing every nuance to memory as she traced his lower lip with her tongue as he lingered.
“Come away with me,” he whispered against her mouth.
“No,” she replied, nipping his lip impishly. Surely he hadn’t asked in earnest.
He pulled her in tighter with a slightly irritated growl before he lowered his head to trail kisses down her neck. “Yes.”
“No… you’re mad.” Beatrix spoke far too breathlessly to be taken seriously.
His tongue tickled her neck as he whispered, “I prefer persuasive.”
“I’d say incessant,” she shot back as she leaned away to meet his gaze.
He grinned then reached up to tug on a curl that had fallen near her face. “Incessantly persuasive.”
“Fair… but you must know that I cannot go anywhere with you. I’m here with Lady Southridge, and I cannot leave.”
“Why?” His grin faded. “It is all but apparent that you were not abducted, as I was led to believe, and, according to my deductions from reason, it is only logical that the duke was at least somehow aware that Lady Southridge took you away. Dear heavens…” He took a step back. “…please tell me she has not deluded herself into thinking she’s your protection!”
“I have no idea to what you are referring—“
“You indeed do, so do not insult my intelligence with so weak a lie.” He spoke in clipped tones.
Beatrix folded her hands in front of herself and stepped away. “I’m afraid I cannot give to you that which you ask.”
“Then I’m afraid I have no other option,” Lord Neville replied and started toward her.
“Wh-what do you think you’re doing?” Beatrix asked, not sure how to interpret the determined gleam in his eye.
“What I should have done in the library months ago,” he mumbled.
Beatrix backed up till she felt the cool stone wall at her back. At his knowing grin, she narrowed her eyes and turned to run.
But he was too quick. In one motion, he swept her into his arms and proceeded to walk toward the orangery’s exit.
“What are you doing?” Beatrix demanded as she struggled in his arms. One foot was able to get a proper kick to his person, and he grunted in response.
“Miss Lamont, I’ll be quite upset if you ruin this jacket,” he replied with far too much control.
Irritated by his composed attitude, Beatrix gave another kick just to spite him.
“You’ll pay for that later,” he promised.
“We shall see about that. Now, let me down! I demand it!” she shrieked as she bucked in his arms again. “What exactly are you planning to do? Waltz up to Breckridge House and knock on the door?”
“Waltzing would prove to be difficult at this point… however, walking up to the front door will suffice.”
“Why?”
“I believe that was <em>my</em> question… to which you fully refused to answer… therefore requiring me to resort to my more assertive measures.”
“This is not assertive. This is asinine!” Beatrix glared then gasped as she had a brilliant idea. Without hesitation, she reached up and mussed his hair, causing the dark chocolate curls to go from tame to wild as they erratically stuck from his head.
“What—? Did you truly—?” He all but dropped her and ran his fingers through his hair.
Beatrix wasted no time and sprinted as fast as her slippered feet could carry her across the grass toward Breckridge House.
The sound of Lord Neville pursuing her was enough incentive to give one final burst of speed that would have surely gotten her to the safety of the servants’ entrance, if not for the root of a tree that seemed to spring out of the earth. One moment she was running, cursing her corset as she gasped for breath; the next moment she was flat on her back, unable to breathe at all. Hands at her throat, she tried to gasp, but no air entered her starving lungs.
“Damn it all,” Lord Neville swore then hauled her up and, with one hand, felt for the laces of her corset.
And the world faded to grey.
****
Neville ground out a low oath as he felt the hoyden in his arms go limp. To be honest, in his efforts to restrain her, he hadn’t acted in the most gentlemanly fashion, but that was the way it was with Miss Lamont. He lost his bloody mind around her; all rational thought evaporated like water on a hot stone. He felt for the offending corset then reached down and withdrew a knife from his boot. With one motion, he carefully slid the knife’s edge along the back of her gown, damning himself with each snap of the laces, till the garment hung loosely, exposing the creamy white skin at her back. Glancing away from the temptation, he laid her gently on her back, taking a deep breath when he noticed the soft rise and fall of her chest, signifying the life-giving intake of oxygen. It was hard enough to get the breath knocked out of oneself, let alone while wearing a corset.
Another reason to thank the good Lord he was a man.
Though he had to give her credit for the speed at which she ran; it was impressive to gain that kind of velocity in skirts.
He studied her face, tempted to count the smattering of freckles on her nose, the kind that simply highlighted the softness of her skin. They were a reflection of the caramel tones of her eyes; eyes that were just starting to flutter open. Long lashes blinked as her gaze grew in focus. Damn, but she was beautiful. It was no wonder he lost all reason around her. But it wasn’t her outer beauty that has so captivated him… it was her wit, her inability to take him seriously.
Ever since the incident with Mary — heavens above, how he wanted to forget it all — everyone in the <em>ton</em> had done one of two things: feared him or ignored him. Neither of which were boons as far he was concerned. But Miss Lamont, <em>Beatrix, </em>as he thought of her… When everyone else had given him a wide berth, she’d elbowed him in the ribs; when everyone else had deferred to him, she’d put him in his place. In the library at Greenford Waters, it had taken him all but a few seconds to know she was different, that she was, in a word, perfect — for him at least.
But, of course that hadn’t given him license to kiss her like he had, regardless of how much he’d wanted to continue kissing her… amongst other things. But that was before, when he’d assumed he’d have time to pay her court, to clear the mystery surrounding his name before approaching the duke with his suit for her hand. Then she had been taken, or so he’d thought, and all the other details had seemed trivial.
So here he stood — sat, rather — in the middle of the English countryside with Miss Beatrix flat on her back, gasping as she filled her lungs with air and completely unlaced… without one ounce of pleasure to be had by either of them! How was it possible? Irony at its best. He could do nothing but laugh as he considered the situation.
“Why, in heaven’s name, are you laughing?” she ground out between breaths. Her brown eyes were stormy and angry, yet all he felt was a deepening of his attraction, a delight at finding some new nuance about her.
“It is of no consequence,” he replied, choking back his mirth as he stood.
“I doubt that,” she said a bit easier since her breath was now less labored. She made a movement to sit up, her eyes widening like tea saucers as she reached back to feel her, well… back.
“You— How—? I cannot believe—“
“I assure you it was all in efforts to save your life, not ravish you… though I must say the idea does have some merit—“
Her growl cut off his words.
“If I could stand, I’d slap that grin right off your handsome face.
“Oh, so you think I’m handsome? I always fancied I was quite dashing in grey.”
“I loathe you.”
“Ah, I’m quite fond of you myself.” He shrugged. “But considering your current state of well… undress, I do think we ought find you a way to remain decent. Wouldn’t want to offend my tender gentlemanly sensibilities.”
“You are impossible.”
“Not entirely.”
“Yes, entirely, completely and unequivocally.” She lay back down and closed her eyes. “What exactly happened to me?”
He glanced up as a few servants exited the nearby door and gasped as they saw them then rushed back inside. By his estimation, he had about two minutes before Lady Southridge found them. Which would play into his plan quite nicely… better than his original plan in fact.
He took a seat beside Beatrix and patted her hand patronizingly, loving the leap of annoyance in her expression as he did so. “You were overwhelmed with my kissing prowess and fainted in my arms. But don’t worry…” He leaned in. “…your secret is safe with me.”
“Liar… I distinctly remember running <em>from</em> you.”
“Odd.” He shrugged.
“And tripping…”
“You are quite clumsy,” he added with a grin.
“Am not! Of all my sisters, I’m the most graceful,” she replied with a pout.
“Not high praise for your sisters, I’m afraid.” He tugged at his cravat. Surely, the neck cloth was beyond repair, so he tugged at the offense and removed it completely.
It would add to the story.
“Do not do that! You can’t just remove your neck cloth!” Beatrix scolded in a whisper as she glanced about from her position on her back. “No, no — this won’t do. I must— You must— Turn around!” she demanded as she sat up, holding the back of her dress together as she did so.
“Why can I not remove it? After all, I’m still far more presentable than you, my dear,” he shot back as he stood and reached out to help her stand. “Are you stable?” he asked gently as she placed all her weight on her feet.
“Yes, no thanks to you,” she spoke with derision.
“I do believe I saved your life. A little more gratitude would be appreciated.”
“For the last time, I was running <em>from</em> you! You are the reason I’m even in this state!” She took a tentative step and then hissed.
“You’re injured. Let me help.” He reached for her.
“No, you have helped quite enough,” she bit out and backed away, but her ankle must have been weakened from the fall, and she began to stumble.
Lord Neville reached out, grasped her waist, and pulled her in, supporting her. His gloved hands touched the soft skin of her exposed back. Bloody gloves, always in the way! Lilac and rose clung to her skin, and he inhaled deeply, committing the scent to memory. What had started in the library many months ago was about to be finished in only a few seconds, if he had any say in it.
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: large;">Authors:&nbsp;K.S. Smith &amp; Megan C. Smith</span></h3><br />
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<span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">Julianna Grimaldi is the physical therapist for the Denver Broncos and has heard all about the one and only Luke Wellington. Having witnessed his destruction first hand, she is immune to all of his charm and charisma, or at least that’s what she thinks. Trying with all her might to spare her heart she resists Luke at every turn, but eventually he tears down her walls and makes her see that there may be more to the Denver Playboy than meets the eye.</span><span style="line-height: 19.3199996948242px;">&nbsp;</span></div><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.</span></h3><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: small;">K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.</span></h3><br />
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<br />Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614398238649211912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573623046733712064.post-61898845583872387282014-10-24T07:12:00.001-07:002014-10-24T07:12:18.471-07:00Falling In Fall: Hourglass Squared by K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith R...<a href="http://fallinginfall.blogspot.com/2014/10/hourglass-squared-by-ks-smith-megan-c.html?spref=bl">Falling In Fall: Hourglass Squared by K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith R...</a>: Title: Hourglass Squared Authors: K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith Genre: Contemporary Romance Publisher: Blue Tulip Pub...Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614398238649211912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573623046733712064.post-47014090023272248352014-09-26T14:05:00.000-07:002014-09-26T14:05:15.697-07:00Hourglass Squared Cover Reveal<a href="https://loveaffairwithfiction.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/hourglass-2-cover-reveal-banner.jpg"><img class="aligncenter wp-image-3734 size-full" src="http://loveaffairwithfiction.files.wordpress.com/2014/09/hourglass-2-cover-reveal-banner.jpg" alt="" width="800" height="300" /></a>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;">Title:</span> Hourglass Squared</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;">Authors:</span> K.S. Smith & Megan C. Smith</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;">Genre:</span> Contemporary Romance</h3>
<h3 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;">Publisher:</span> <a href="https://www.facebook.com/BlueTulipPub" target="_blank">Blue Tulip Publishing</a></h3>
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After recovering from being scorned by the same man, best friends Brooke and Savannah have not only mended their friendship, but also their hearts. With both girls finally married to the Worthington twins, these women have found it all and are living in pure marital bliss.
But not all honeymoons last forever. When Brooke and Josh announce they have a baby on the way, Savannah realizes this is all a bit more than she signed up for. With pressure coming from Jake to start a family, tempers flare and relationships are pushed to the breaking point; driving her to the brink of insanity as she is propelled toward the house in suburbia with the white picket fence.
Brooke tries to stand by Savannah, and be the best friend she has always been, but soon the tables turn and Brooke will need everyone's support as her world comes crumbling down atop of her.
Join Brooke and Savannah in Hourglass Squared as they fight any obstacle that comes their way, together. Relationships will be tested, friendships strained, causing the course of their lives to be changed, forever.
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Rolling my head in the direction of the voice that just spoke my maiden name, I came face to face with none other than Luke Wellington. Utterly surprised by his presence I quickly tried to regain my composure, “It’s actually Savannah Worthington,” holding up my four carat diamond ring and matching wedding band I flashed it in front of his face and smiled, “I got married a little less than a year ago, so did Brooke.”
Luke smiled, reaching up to run his fingers across my cheek and I shuddered at his familiar touch, “I heard the two of you settled down, and with none other than our biggest competition, Worthington Squared.” Winking at me as his hand lifted his drink to his mouth.
“We did, Brooke and Josh are so in love, they’re even expecting a baby. We are so thrilled for them; all she talks about is being a mom.” I took a sip of the delicious rose colored drink that filled my champagne flute.
“And what about you,” Luke asked, “are you happy too? Will you and Jake be bringing a baby into the world anytime soon?”
Taking in a deep breath I pondered his question before answering, “Of course I’m happy, I love Jake, he is perfect, it’s just…” Faltering slightly I tried to form the rest of my sentence.
Luke’s eyes peered into mine. He may have turned mine and Brooke’s lives upside down, but regardless of all of that he still knew me like that back of his hand.
“What is it Sav?” He probed, sounding concerned.
Standing up I leaned in and hugged Luke tightly, “I’ve got to run; it was great seeing you, Luke.” Rotating on my heels I darted out before he could say goodbye and hustled back toward Hourglass to retrieve my car. Praying for the sake of my own relationship that this was as close to Luke as I’d ever be again.
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<h3>K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.</h3>
<h3>K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.</h3>
<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;"><span style="color: #000080;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/kssmith23" target="_blank">FACEBOOK</a> | </span><span style="color: #000080;"><a href="https://twitter.com/kssmith_23" target="_blank">TWITTER</a> | </span><span style="color: #000080;"><a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7215509.K_S_Smith" target="_blank">GOODREADS</a> | <a href="http://www.amazon.com/K.-S.-Smith/e/B00GFLHKQ0/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1411673603&sr=1-1" target="_blank">AMAZON</a></span></span></h2>
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<h2 style="text-align: center;"><span style="color: #000080;">Megan C. Smith</span></h2>
<h3>Megan Smith was born and raised in beautiful Tampa, Florida where she spent her days falling in love with fictional characters from a very young age.</h3>
<h3>After marrying her best friend she relocated to North Carolina to support her husband’s career as a U.S. Marine. During her time in North Carolina Megan was blessed with 3 beautiful children who have kept her constantly busy chasing after them and enjoying the daily routine of motherhood.</h3>
<h3>Most recently Megan and her family have relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida where she has spent the past few months achieving her lifelong dream of publishing her very first novel; as well as continuing to submerge herself in some of her favorite books while appreciating a glass of wine and her favorite, salted pretzel Milanos.</h3>
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<span style="color: navy;">Title:</span> Hourglass</h3>
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Best friends since birth, Brooke Reid and Savannah Prescott, spend their days working together at top fashion magazine Hourglass, while enjoying all that the Denver nightlife has to offer – but sharing a man – no way.</h3>
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One of Denver’s most eligible bachelors, Luke Wellington, can have any woman he wants and he knows it. Putting his player skills to the test, he destroys a friendship and makes two women fall in love with him as he sits back and enjoys the best of both worlds.</h3>
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Brooke Reid is a woman looking for her happily ever after, and the day she literally ran in to him, she thought she’d found it. Charming, charismatic, a true gentleman – what more could she ask for? Things are going perfectly until her best friend struts in the elevator and claimed his lips right in front of her.</h3>
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Savannah Prescott is interested in one thing, having a good time with every single man Denver has to offer. Being tied down is too much of a bore for her free spirited ways. Or so she thinks, but when her best friend starts dating her Friday night fling, she realizes she may be ready to turn in her game card and settle down into a real relationship.</h3>
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When both girls come to the realization that they are after the same man, it means all-out war. Best friends until the end, or at least until him.</h3>
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K.S. Smith is an aspiring new contemporary romance author. When she is not writing you will most likely find her tanning on the beautiful Florida beaches, spending time with her family and friends or dedicating her time to the military through her favorite non-profit organization.</h3>
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K.S. Smith was born and raised in Tampa, FL and continues to build her life there in her new home with her boyfriend of ten years who will hopefully one day put all book boyfriends to shame with an out of this world proposal.</h3>
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<span style="color: navy;"><a href="https://www.facebook.com/kssmith23" target="_blank"><span style="color: navy;">FACEBOOK</span></a> <a href="https://twitter.com/kssmith_23" target="_blank"><span style="color: navy;">TWITTER</span></a> <a href="https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7215509.K_S_Smith" target="_blank"><span style="color: navy;">GOODREADS</span></a></span></h2>
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Megan Smith was born and raised in beautiful Tampa, Florida where she spent her days falling in love with fictional characters from a very young age.</h3>
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After marrying her best friend she relocated to North Carolina to support her husband’s career as a U.S. Marine. During her time in North Carolina Megan was blessed with 3 beautiful children who have kept her constantly busy chasing after them and enjoying the daily routine of motherhood.</h3>
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Most recently Megan and her family have relocated to St. Petersburg, Florida where she has spent the past few months achieving her lifelong dream of publishing her very first novel; as well as continuing to submerge herself in some of her favorite books while appreciating a glass of wine and her favorite, salted pretzel Milanos.</h3>
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Fight or Flight. That instinctual mechanism designed to save us, to make the decision to fight your fear or flee from it. When the demons of your past are back from hell, beating on your door, ready to claim you. Are you going to fight or a flight? I am a runner. I tried to run as fast as I can to the point my muscles are screaming in agony, feeling like someone lit them on fire. But despite my best efforts, no matter how fast I run, how much I push through, the monster always seems to catch me. </div>
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Loud screaming startled me awake. I quickly sat up looking around to find the person being tortured and terrorized. I was tucked safely in my bed, I could see the slate grey walls, the abstract photos of sunflowers Bryant hung knowing they are my favorite, lying underneath by down comforter in our big king sized sleigh bed. My eyes caught on Bryant standing beside the bed gasping for air as if he’d just finished a marathon. His chest glistening with sweat as he rested his weight on his knees trying to pull in air. Standing up to his full six foot stature he ran his hand through his short brown hair as he brought his eyes to meet mine. Looking into their depths, I could see the fear and worry flitting across his handsome chiseled face as the caramel color of his eyes became overtaken by the black of his pupils.</div>
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“Rose. Honey. <i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">You</i> were screaming. You scared the ever-loving shit out of me! I was watching some TV when your scream made my heart seize. I came racing up the stairs as fast as I could,” Bryant breathlessly answered.</div>
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Well crap, nightmares were back. I’m not sure if I’m relieved I forget them the instant I wake up or not. Regardless, I was really hoping that Bryant would never have to deal with the consequences of that night. With the terrors that haunted me to this day. Bryant’s eyes continued searching mine for an answer as my brain scrambled in it’s fuzzy state to come up with something to release me from his prying gaze.</div>
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Bryant reached his hand up to my face, leaning into it I let out a sigh. How long could I keep this secret from him? I had hoped forever. I didn’t want him to find out what Darren stole from me, it will change everything between us. Leaning towards me for a kiss, I felt the lingering effects of the nightmare as my body trembled, it wasn’t ready to be intimate with Bryant. Swinging my legs off the bed I ducked out from under his reach, letting out a cough to help with my excuse to dodge his lips that I typically adored and devoured.</div>
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Stepping in the room the sound of the shower as it was still running dominated the room, with the steam seeping out of the en suite bathroom and filling the room. The vapors swirling along the soft plush caret, making me feel as if I was walking on clouds back to my big sleigh bed I shared with Bryant. Climbing under the down comforter I shifted my pillows to allow myself to comfortably sit up a minute as I reached for my phone to type out a quick text.</div>
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Looking back at the bathroom door, it was cracked open enough to let a stream of light seep into the bedroom keeping the separation from awake and asleep tangible. Bryant off-tune voice singing ‘Kiss me Softly’ drifted out helping to soothe me further, letting me get lost in the memories of <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>reconnecting with him over the last few months. My phone vibrated in my hand, and I saw a reply from my best friend, Leslie.</div>
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Locking my phone I set it back on the nightstand just as the shower shut off. Not wanting to resume the interrogation, I quickly lie down and shift to my side, pulling the comforter up to my chin to encapsulate me. The light switch clicked off, dousing the room in darkness. I felt the fear attempt to grab hold of me again. As the bed dipped to Bryant’s side I breathed a sigh of relief, two strong arms wrapped around me, pulling me in to Bryant’s warm body. Dragging in a deep breathe, Bryant’s woodsy smell filled my nose helping my brain relax completely so I could attempt to drift off to sleep again, this time with my hero to protect me from the monsters that haunted my subconscious. </div>
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“I love you, Rose” Bryant softly whispered in my ear, sadness lingering in his tone as he placed a kiss on my neck. I could tell by the tone of his voice, he knew he was being kept in the dark and it was hurting him. Hurting him, hurt me. It sucked. </div>
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Rolling over I looked into his eyes searching for the courage to tell him about my nightmare. While I didn’t remember the one I had just had, the real version was a scar that would never heal, a memory that would never leave me. The nerves balled in my throat choking me and preventing me from speaking out loud. Searching his eyes he looked at me lovingly with adoration, I was his. From day one, Bryant thought me to be an innocent. We had been through so much over the course of our relationship, I just wasn’t confident we could survive any more obstacles in our path. </div>
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Rolling back over I could feel the terrors of my past latching back into me, inescapable. I would never be free of the past it seemed, as much as my heart begged to move on and enjoy my bliss. My phone buzzed on the nightstand beside me. Bryant let out a sigh as he sank further into the bed and drifted to sleep. I swiped the phone to check it real fast to find a text from a blocked number.</div>
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It’s time to Fall in love with Jaymeson!<br /><br />Rachel Van Dyken has once again crafted a beautiful heartwarming, gut wrenching story in Seaside Oregon. All of your favorites are back from the previous novel, and ready to stick it to Jaymeson whose bachelor ways are wreaking havoc on his movie career. His agent goes with tried and true and ships him off to Seaside, trouble is the woman who brings out emotions and feeling Jaymeson has buried away is there, and has a bone to pick with him after Nat & Alec’s wedding.<br /><br />Priscilla is an independent girl, who is finishing up school and just getting through summer before she can get out of Seaside and start college. Start her life. Trouble is, the memories and past seem to cling to her. The kiss on the beach has ruined her for all other men, so when Jaymeson show back up, the walls go up to avoid the feelings simmering for the egotistical narcissist movie star. <br /><br />Jaymeson, is used to the glitz and glamor of life, but any good bookie knows, you never judge a book for its cover. Even if it is drop dead, mouth-watering gorgeous. We learned a bit in Pull of the dysfunctional life Jaymeson came from, but the troubled waters run deeper. All Jaymeson needs is to find someone who sees him, although that very idea is terrifying. And the kiss on the beach has ruined him just the same, Pris is his beacon of hope in a storm, and once he accepts that she is his savior he wages battle against himself and the local men to win her heart and feel worthy of it, and it the end has to save her when the script turns and she is faced with an insurmountable obstacle that shakes her faith.<br /><br />Grab your flip flops and sunglasses, it is time to head back to Seaside to join Jaymeson, Priscilla, Demetri and Alyssa, , Alec and Nat, and even Angelica as they shake up the small town that just proves everyone’s other half is out there just waiting to save them. Waiting to FALL in love!<br /><br />**I received an ARC for an honest review!**</div>
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Steam. With the love chemistry, the Mafia, the tension, the angst you will need
a fan to keep cool & calm. Trace and Nixon, and Chase are back for round
two but this time the Sicilians are joining in the fight and the consequences
will cost blood. To save a life, lives must be sacrificed. The need to gain
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<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;">Urgent.</i> You URGENTLY need to buy this book, and read it. It is a
mad dash for survival to get the answers to questions, solve the mystery, and
get the Sicilians out of there before everyone is dead. You will be flipping
pages as fast as possible, on the edge of your seat every second, wondering how
it is even possible that Rachel Van Dyken has turned you into a total nut job
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when you read Elect. Chase, Nixon, Tex, Trace, Mo, and even some people you’d
never thought you’d pray for are back. Their weakness can cost them their life,
or worse, that of the one they love. It takes everyone together to conceal the truths
and make it to the end. Rachel Van Dyken, lets you in on their weakness enough
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characters you know and love. Clinging to every ounce of hope as everyone is
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Rachel Van Dyken.
BRAVO! Five Stars doesn’t even begin to cover the EPICNESS of this novel! My
jaw was on the floor through most, I think I have a bald spot from pulling my
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Oh Elite - How I love you so! I'm hoping to do this book justice so I will start off by saying I have read it 7 times at this point and was introduced to it through book club a few months back. This book is like my security love blanket, when I want to read a book I adore, I open up Elite. I can quote it in my sleep and drift off dreaming of the men. The school isn't all it appears and unfortunately our Heroin is thrusted in the middle of it all trying to tread water. As things unfold she is faced with quite bit to deal with, but with her men at her side - finds her way through. <br />
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Trace - is a quite, strong woman who has the opportunity of a lifetime to go to Eagle Elite. She has been raised by her grandparents on a far milking cows and enjoying the simple things, but this is a way for her to repay her gratitude. She gets picked on. A LOT. But is resilient - and strong - way stronger than I'd be!<br />
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Nixon - This is one of my FAVORITE book boyfriends. Nixon is large and and in charge with a phobia of being touched. He rules the school with an iron fist and keeps everyone in check, the question is why? He is calm and collected, as long as he isn't interacting with Trace. she sets him on edge and challenges him at every turn. There is an undeniable attraction and chemistry that he can't figure out.<br />
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**WARNING: Nixon is an ass. He is a sexy gorgeous mouth wateringly hunk of an ASS. He is mean - but KEEP READING!If you don't finish the book and pass judgement you will never get it all, and I'm not spoiling it. Love on Chase in the meantime...**<br />
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Chase - okay so 1st half of the book I was so Team Chase. I mean a guy who is sexy as hell, not an ass and likes to spoil a girl and tell her she is beautiful -Sign Me Up! Unfortunately, Chase has a bit of complications and has to tread carefully - or else. <br />
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Mo - BEST FREAKING FRIEND EVER! That is really all that needs to be said there ;-) <br />
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Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09614398238649211912noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8573623046733712064.post-64299147035831449462013-10-30T08:40:00.002-07:002013-10-30T08:41:51.185-07:00Nice Girl to Love Series by Violet DukeSo I want to take a bit to share my reviews on the Nice Girl to Love series with a 4th book being published very soon. I met Violet through author networking a bit ago, and must say she has a heart of GOLD! The fourth book in the series, Finding the Right Girl was delayed and here is the most recent update from Violet's <a href="https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?croperror&pid=1073741908&id=415777511869736#!/VioletDukeBooks">Facebook</a> Page. <br />
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<span class="userContent" data-ft="{"tn":"K"}">*** Latest FINDING THE RIGHT GIRL update ***<br /> <br /> Hi everyone! *waving with both hands* <br /> <br /> Yup, it's me! *small cartwheels* So for those keeping score, MVD did in fact win the battle on my staying in bed yesterday. <i class="_4-k1 img sp_1q4iuq sx_87f35d"></i> I'm doing much better, guys. Sorry for the scare. And like MVD said, all your well-wishes really kept me smiling (well, and bawling like a baby *grin*). Y'all are just the greatest fans! </span></div>
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<strong><u>Resisting the Bad Boy:</u></strong><br />
Holy Swizzle Sticks!What a witty, romantic, laugh-out-loud read. Abby is a sassy woman who can bring a man to his knees with her spunky personality. Connor is So miss understood you just want to find him and love him. Abby will have a hard time in Connors life and really has been living Brian's for so long without realizing it. Cannot wait for Book 2 to see Brian and Abby's story. The end will have you looking for more!<br />
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<span id="freeTextreview641017892">FIRST and Foremost if cliffhangers drive you crazy, buy this and set it aside till 3 comes out because V doesn't do cliffhangers - she does skydives!!!!<br /><br />Oh.My.Gosh! Give me a few minutes to compose myself and collect my thoughts.<br /><br />I was really curious how V would make the switch to Brian from Connor, without making Abby come off sleazy. The switch was fantastically done and so relatable and understandable. You feel for every character and just want to cheer for those who are together and weep for the one left on the sideline.<br /><br />I LOVED the eyes closed, yet your body feel and react scene. I mean WOW!<br /><br />Characters are all those you know and love from book one. Skylar CRACKS me UP!!!! Connor has taken a pretty back seat in this book of course, but pops in to rile you up just as you get content with where things are.<br /><br />The storyline flows perfectly, and is not rushed or drawn out. PERFECT pace. Each declaration of love or fighting words for affection are placed exactly where they should be, and make your stomach tense in anticipation. My kindle was flipping pages like a mad woman as I was sucked in to my read, my finger may have a bruise on the tip from pressing with such force.<br /><br />The end. UGH! I KNEW it was coming. I just knew it my stomach flipped, my heart fluttered a mile a minute, and I stopped breathing. I flipped past the last page and back again hoping for more to appear. Skydive - seriously.<br /><br />This series is a MUST read!<br /><br />**I received a free copy of this book in return for an honest review**</span><br />
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I do not have any idea how one woman can be so incredibly blessed to literally hold your heart in her hands and write a book that demands your undivided attention, wrings you of every emotion, and just leaves you in awe when you've completed it. So much so that I am sitting here, reliving the book and smiling and tearing up still! Rachel Van Dyken is a Book Writing Goddess!
Ruin conveys every emotion and feeling anybody has ever gone through. Kiersten is a small town girl ready to move on in life and start fresh with the guidance of her crazy best friend Lisa and Gabe. She has faced tragedy and meets the only guy who can pull her from it because he has dealt with it too, Wes.
I HEART Wes! I'm just tossing that out there now, People talk about their celebrity cheat, forget celebrites! Give me a RVD book, and I'm GOOD! Give me Wes - and I am in HEAVEN! Wes is the star QB Senior with abs galore and a heart of gold. Wise beyond his years. When he speaks, listen, swoon, fall in love some more!
Ruin made me tear up with the first page, laugh out loud (my poor husband was 1AM at this point), Swoon, Fall in love, Ugly Cry, Damn Rachel in sadness, Gasp in shock, and finish it off crying and laughing. I love the spirtuality of the book, the way it grips you by the heart. Once you pick it up you will read until complete and read it again shortly after!
Don't add this to your TBR list, buy it, read it, LOVE it!
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