Taylor by KA Sands

 

Title: Taylor

Author: KA Sands

Series: The Razer Series #0.5

Genre: Romantic Suspense

Release Date: 29th September, 2017

Cover Design: KA Sands

 

 

 

Blurb

After eight long years of running, Taylor Hamilton has had enough of looking over her shoulder.

Tired and emotionally spent, she comes face to face with her past. Walking away had never been her intention. But how can she come back to the man whose heart she broke, right along with her own?

Can Taylor find the home she so desperately craves, without putting those around her at risk?

Can she come home again to the man who promised her forever?

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Excerpt:

“Stop!” I cried, grabbing my sister’s arm and dragging her to the living room. I pushed her in front of the fireplace, pointing at the map spread across the wall, “we do it this way, always,” I reminded her.

Laura tried to twist away from me, I held my grip on her wrist firmer as she shook her head at me. “I don’t care where, Taylor, I need away from here,” she griped irately, “I want to be on my own, be me. Don’t you get it?” I blinked at her, finally processing what she was saying to me.

I pushed her closer to the map. “Pick your pin.” We stood shoulder to shoulder yet couldn’t have been further apart, she didn’t move an inch. “Pick your fucking pin,” I spat out. With shaking fingers, she plucked the pink pin from the corner of the map. Pink was my colour. I took my hand from her wrist and entwined my fingers with hers as I picked the blue pin. “Together,” I breathed. Laura gulped and nodded at the same time, squeezing my fingers. “One, two, three…” I closed my eyes, having faith she would too, then pushed my pin into the wall. It was tradition, always the way we decided our next hiding place. Some had been pleasant, most not. She was right; it was time to leave and I trusted Laura’s pin to take us home. I forced down the hurt I experienced at having to cut those proverbial apron strings. Dubious as I was, Laura needed this and I couldn’t take it from her, she’d lost so much already. It was time to live again, time for us to take our lives back.

I let go of her hand, opening my eyes to see immediately my pin was a lost cause. An expanse of nothing surrounded it, the blue pin floated in the middle of nowhere, a little like us for the last eight years. I scanned for Laura’s pin and found it on top of a town. I looked at her, smiling, but she was staring at the floor, not an ounce of emotion coming from her.

Author Bio

K A Sands is an exciting new author who has a passion for reading and more often than not, can be found with her nose stuck in a book. She loves angsty, dark reads but is not averse to the fun, light hearted side either. Typically, a romance reader, of most genres/sub genres, she loves reading a debut herself. Her passion for the written words goes back to her childhood and she has always dreamed of writing and telling the world her stories.

Not quite a stay at home mum, K A Sands has a busy life which she shares with her husband of twenty-two years and her little monkey boy. Her adult children have flown the coop already, but still manage to come home for ‘mama’s lasagne.’

Avid eater of mayonnaise and chips, anti-get-fitter, lover of cheesy music and a fierce advocate of things close to her heart. She enjoys doing photoshop manipulations and would love to be a whiz using it… maybe one day. She has a bucket list as long as her arm, which includes sky diving and visiting Cambodia. And wants to travel the world.

Great believer in second chances, insta-love (because her love is a product of that), fairy tales and monsters… K A Sands just wants to write all the words for you.

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Battle Scars by Jane Harvey-Berrick

 

 

 

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From the dusty plains of Afghanistan to the sleek corridors of the New York Times, journalist MJ Buckman seeks the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. What she doesn’t expect to find is a man who’s her complete opposite … and fits her perfectly.

Marine Sergeant Jackson Connor knows that relationships don’t work for men in the military. He’s living proof of that. But when a steely-eyed temptress in a flak jacket, who carries her moral cause in front of her, crosses his path, he’s furious, curious, and all kinds of in-lust.

 

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A grown-up love story about two people who aren’t looking for love, but realize how precious it is when they find it. They don’t play games and there are no stupid misunderstandings, just life standing in their way.

Can they compromise? And what does that look like in a modern relationship between two driven people?

Assignment Vs deployment.

They’re always traveling in different directions. What relationship can survive that?
Coming October 1st

 

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Jane is a writer of contemporary romance fiction, known for thoughtful stories, often touching on difficult subjects: disability (DANGEROUS TO KNOW & LOVE, SLAVE TO THE RHYTHM); mental illness (THE EDUCATION OF CAROLINE, SEMPER FI); life after prison (LIFERS); dyslexia (THE TRAVELING MAN, THE TRAVELING WOMAN).
She is also a campaigner for former military personnel to receive the support they need on leaving the services. She wrote the well-received play LATER, AFTER with former veteran Mike Speirs. (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hk1CyB8c0xA )
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Jennifer’s review of Infinity by Anna Bloom

received_1645942628771341Title: Infinity  (Gravity series)

Author: A.B Bloom (Anna Bloom)

Genre: paranormal, young adult, fantasy, romance

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

Infinity is the conclusion of the Gravity series. I am absolutely heartbroken that this series is at an end and I will have no more Bronte and Nick stories. This is an amazing and beautiful book and a fantastic ending. This book had me in its spell. I couldn’t put it down. It was such an emotional journey for Bronte and Nick. I teared up a few times and fell deeper in love with both of them (especially Nick). I definitely recommend this series to EVERYONE!

**received an advanced copy for an honest review**

Jennifer’s review of Velocity by Anna Bloom

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Title: Velocity  (Gravity Series)

Author: A.B. Bloom (Anna Bloom)

Genre: paranormal, young adult, fantasy, romance

Stars: 5🛍🛍🛍🛍🛍

Poor poor Bronte! I feel do sad for her confusion over things she cant even remember! Velocity is the second book of the Gravity series by Anna Bloom. It is not a standalone. The series must be read in order. I really did enjoy this book. I love the characters and the story line. I am giving 4 stars because I found myself confused and a little lost a couple of times. The story for me was a bit slow in places as well. Overall the book was really good with a few twists and turns and an epic and beautiful romance. As with book one, this is a great story for both young and old as it is pretty much a clean YA fantasy. I am definitely in love with this series and author!

**received an ARC in exchange for an honest review**

Jennifer’s review of Gravity by Anna Bloom

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Title: Gravity

Author: Anna Bloom

Genre: young adult, paranormal, fantasy, romance

Stars: 5 🛍🛍🛍🛍

This is an awesome YA fantasy story. It is a pretty clean read and excellent for young and old alike. Gravity is very well written and easy to follow. The characters, for me, we’re pretty likable. I loved hearing what Bronte really thought and felt while reading what she was thinking in her head. The story was very interesting and original. Some of it was a bit predictable, but the twists that were in the story made up for it. This book does have a cliffhanger so if you hate those you should probably wait for book 3 and read all of them. I really enjoyed this book and am excited to check out more books by Anna Bloom.

Saving Zola by Becca Jameson

Saving Zola

Sleeper SEALs, Book 4

by Becca Jameson

Zola Carver has worked her entire life to get where she is—assistant district attorney.
She doesn’t have time for threats from a presumed terrorist group.
Mike Dorsen has made a life for himself, moving from foster care, to a master’s in
biology, to the SEALs, and finally the FBI. When he gets an assignment from a
clandestine faction of the CIA while on vacation, the last person he expects to have in
his care is his high school girlfriend, Zola.
Unanswered questions haunt the childhood sweethearts as they reconnect. Their love
has never faded, but will secrets held for over a decade tear them apart a second
time?
While Zola and Mike run from a terrorist group intent on eliminating Zola, they must find
their way back into each other’s hearts as easily as they found their way back into bed.

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Excerpt

“What about you? Why aren’t you married?”

“The only woman who ever made me consider marriage left me for another man.” He didn’t hesitate to tell her that.

“Oh. Shit. That’s awful. I’m sorry.”

He stared at her hard.

She jerked backward. “You’re not talking about me.”

“I am.”

She shoved the chair back again and stood, spinning away from him exactly how she’d done earlier that morning. “Mike. That’s crazy.”

“Is it? Crazier than you making up a fake boyfriend to get me to leave you alone?”

Her face heated. “That is not what happened. You started it by ignoring my emails.” Her voice rose completely out of her control. “I sent you that email to light a fire under you. It was my last-ditch effort to get you to come after me. You failed.” Why the hell did she tell him that?

He stood as quickly as she had and took a step toward her.

She backed up as he approached until her butt hit the glass door.

He kept coming, stopping inches from her, his hands landing on the glass on both sides of her head. His gaze darted back and forth between her eyes, searching.

She couldn’t breathe. Every inhale filled her with his scent. If she thought she could get away with it, she would close her eyes to block out at least the sight of him.

“We both miscalculated.”

She shook her head. She wouldn’t allow him to put equal blame on her. “No. Because I sent you five emails. Five.” She held up one hand, all fingers extended. “You sent me nothing. Not. One. Word.”

He nodded sharply. “Fine. My bad. You’re right. I should’ve written back.”

Was it that easy? Did he seriously just take the blame? “Why?” A tear slid down her face, though she really wished it hadn’t. Damn emotions.

“I thought it was better for you. Tidier. I thought I needed to let you go.”

She grabbed his shirt, unable to stop herself. She fisted the material of his tight tee in her hands, her voice increasing as she spoke again. “Bullshit. You coward. I loved you.” Her voice quivered. Dammit. She shook him. Except he didn’t budge. But she shook his shirt. “I loved you, you idiot. And you walked away from me without a word.”

“I was wrong.” He closed the distance, smashing his firm body into hers, flattening her to the window. The glass was cold. She welcomed the coolness against her heated body.

Another tear slid down to match the first.

Mike cupped her face with one hand and rubbed the wetness with the pad of his thumb. “I was wrong,” he whispered again. “So very wrong.”

More tears. Damn him.

And then his mouth was on hers.

She couldn’t stop the rush of adrenaline that forced her to angle her head to the side and let him in.

His kiss was firm. Demanding. Like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in days and then came upon a buffet. He threaded his other hand in her hair, still holding her face with the first hand. His tongue danced with hers, demanding everything.

Unable to stop herself, she gave him everything back. Every emotion she’d ever felt for him leaked into that kiss. She eased her fists open and smoothed her hands around to his back as he pressed into her farther.

Totally aware of his erection against her belly, wetness leaked from her to soak her panties. She wanted him. Worse than she’d ever wanted anyone. Worse than she’d wanted him the first time he claimed her.

It infuriated her to so easily succumb to his touch, his lips, his wandering hands, his thick erection pressing against her… But she recognized it for what it was. Lust. Pure and simple. Nothing more.

Forever he kissed her, until her brain was scrambled and she knew nothing but being one with this man. When he finally eased back, he did so to nibble a path to her ear.

His lips against her sensitive skin sent a shudder down her body. Every time he’d done that in high school, she’d melted for him. Nothing had changed. “I loved you too, baby. So much it hurt. I’m sorry.”

She still didn’t understand why he’d left her. He’d carefully avoided that detail, but she didn’t want to argue with him anymore today. Instead, she held on tighter, hugging him against her in response. Hoping she conveyed at least a truce.

When he set his teeth gently on her earlobe, she moaned. “God, I missed this,” he whispered, his breath making her shiver in response.

It was like no time had passed. How was that possible?

“Now what do we do?” she finally asked his chest as she set her forehead against the rock-hard pec.

He lifted away from her ear, cupped her face, and forced her to meet his gaze, his body still pressed against hers. “Now, you take these threats seriously and help me figure out who this fucker is so we can stay one step ahead of him and keep you safe until he’s behind bars.”

About the Author

Becca Jameson is the best-selling author of the Wolf Masters series and The Fight
Club series. She lives in Atlanta, Georgia, with her husband and two kids. With over 60
books written, she has dabbled in a variety of genres, ranging from paranormal to
BDSM. When she isn’t writing, she can be found jogging with her dog, scrapbooking, or
cooking. She doesn’t sleep much, and she loves to talk to fans, so feel free to contact
her through e-mail, Facebook, or her website.
…where Alphas dominate…

Website and Social Media links
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Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/becca.jameson.18
Twitter: https://twitter.com/beccajameson

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Exes with Benefits by Nicole Williams

 

 

 

 

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***He wants a second chance. I want a divorce. To get what I want, I’ll have to give him what he does.***

From New York Times & USA Today bestselling author, Nicole Williams:

The only benefit I want from my ex is a divorce.

We got married for all the wrong reasons. The one thing we got right was our separation. I should have known better than to think I could bet on forever with a guy like Canaan Ford. Everything about him screamed impermanent, from his wild eyes to his restless soul.

When I left him and the small town I’d spent my whole life in, I swore I’d never go back. Never only turned out to be five years. Canaan claims he’s changed, but he hasn’t—same knowing smile, same rough demeanor, same body crafted from sin and sinew. And yet, something is different. He thinks this is his chance for redemption. My disagreement comes in the form of divorce papers dropped in his lap. He refuses to sign them. Unless . . .

He wants a month to prove himself to me—that’s his offer. One month to make me fall in love with him again and if I don’t, he’ll sign the papers. As much as I want to say no, I agree. I can suffer my ex for a short amount of time if that’s what it takes to be free of him once and for all. I fell for him once; I won’t make that same mistake twice.

He says we’re not over. I say we were over before we got started. Only one of us can be right, and I can’t let it be him.

 

“One month. That’s nothing in the scope of a person’s life.” He slid a bit closer.
“One month is everything when it comes to opening myself back up to you.”
He didn’t argue that. He let silence speak for him instead.
“What exactly are you expecting during this one month?” I might have winced when I heard myself say those words.
He rubbed his mouth, trying to hide whatever was trying to form. “For you to give me another chance. For you to be my wife.”
The term made me nauseated. “Your wife? As in your indentured servant? No way.”
It was a smile he was trying to hide. Not very successfully. It made me thankful I’d slipped into these old boots so I could give him a solid kick in the ass if necessary.
“Like be willing to spend time with me. That’s it. That’s all,” he added when he correctly interpreted the question in my eyes. The question.
“What will we be doing during that time we’re spending together?” I pulled at the chest of my dress when I noticed the way his gaze had lingered there a moment too long.
His shoulder rose. “Got any ideas?” There was an unmistakable glint in his eyes.
“No,” I answered instantly.
“You used to have plenty of ideas for filling the time.” He took a swig of his Coke.
“And then I learned how to use my brain.”
He studied my fake smile, almost like he was contemplating what it would feel like against his mouth. “Dinners. Dates. Simple stuff like that.”
I held my best poker face, considering his offer. I didn’t want to stay married to him. If one more month was what it took to be free of Canaan Ford, I could suck it up. I’d already made it five years. “No expectations of anything of a physical nature?”
“If I remember right”—his eyes narrowed as he rubbed the back of his head—“it was generally you who instigated all of that back then.”
I shoved his chest. Bad idea. Solid. Firm. Home.
My jaw ground as I worked to erase that word from my conscious where he was concerned. “And you were just the perfect gentleman.”
Canaan snatched my hand before I could pull it away. Holding onto it, he dragged me closer. Not so close that our bodies touched, but close enough the separation was painful.
“Exactly,” he said in that low voice of his. The one he’d whispered my name in so many times as he moved inside me. “A gentleman gives his woman exactly what she needs. As many times as she need it. Just doing my part.”
“How noble.”
“That’s right. So if you want to make any changes to this one month agreement, consider me your humble servant.” When his hand dropped to my waist, his touch hesitant at the same time it was insistent, I didn’t flinch out of instinct the way I should have.
Instead, I had to remind myself to pull away from him; to flinch at his touch. “I have a boyfriend, Canaan.” Even to my ears, it sounded like a weak protest.
His hand didn’t fall away when I stepped back. “You’re a married woman, Maggie.”
“My husband forfeited his rights years ago.” My eyes found his, expecting them to shoot away once mine made contact.
They didn’t. His gold eyes held to mine. “He’s here to reclaim them.”

 

 

 

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Nicole Williams is the New York Times and USATODAY bestselling author of contemporary and young adult romance, including the Crash and Lost & Found series. Her books have been published by HarperTeen and Simon & Schuster in both domestic and foreign markets, while she continues to self-publish additional titles. She is working on a new YA series with Crown Books (a division of Random House) as well. She loves romance, from the sweet to the steamy, and writes stories about characters in search of their happily even after. She grew up surrounded by books and plans on writing until the day she dies, even if it’s just for her own personal enjoyment. She still buys paperbacks because she’s all nostalgic like that, but her kindle never goes neglected for too long. When not writing, she spends her time with her husband and daughter, and whatever time’s left over she’s forced to fit too many hobbies into too little time.
Nicole is represented by Jane Dystel, of Dystel and Goderich Literary Agency.

 

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