Release Day : To Hate Adam Connor

So you may ask, who is Adam Connor? He is the recently divorced, Academy Award-winning actor who just moved in next door with his kid. He also happens to be an exquisite male specimen and the most infuriating sly bastard I’ve ever come across.

Let’s be honest here, wouldn’t you wanna take a peek over the wall to catch a glimpse of him, hopefully when he is naked? Wouldn’t you melt away after watching him work out as his five-year- old kid cheered him on? Do I even have to mention those abs, the big bulge in his pants, or that arm porn? Oh, wait, you would never spy on him? Sure…

While I was being thoughtful by not breaking and entering and was actually considering going over to offer him a shoulder—or maybe a boob or two—to cry on (y’know, because of his divorce), instead he had me thrown in jail after a small incident. Jail, people! He was supposed to grant me countless orgasms as a thank you, not a jail cell.

After that day, I was mentally plotting ways to strangle him instead of jumping his bones to make sweet love. So what if my body did more than just shiver when he whispered dirty little things in my ear? I can’t be held responsible for that. And when was the last time he’d kissed anyone anyway? Who’d enjoy a kiss with a side of heart attack?

Even if he and his son were the best things since sliced bread—and I’m not saying he was—I couldn’t fall for him. No matter what promises he whispered on my skin, my curse wouldn’t let us be. I wasn’t a damsel in distress—I could save myself, thank you very much—but deep inside, I still hoped Adam Connor would be the hero of my story.

Title : To Hate Adam Connor
Release Date : 9 June 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Ella Maise
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EXCERPT & TEASER

“What is this?” he asked as his hand smoothed his wet T-shirt. He lifted his hand and shook off some of the water. We’d gotten him good. My eyes followed his hand because, oh Lord, I could see the outline of his abs and those pecs…Jesus. What a glorious view. He took a step forward, and I took a step back.

“Don’t come any closer.” I raised the gun.

He stopped, the expression on his face making my lady parts purr. Those eyes…goddamnit, those eyes!

“We’re cheering Aiden up,” I explained as I backed away from him since it didn’t look like he intended to stop.

“We? Looks to me like I’m the one doing all the work.”

“Well, you are the one who made him sad after all. It’s just a little water, Mr. Hotshot Movie Star, you
won’t melt away.”

“I think you will—”

I didn’t let him finish and blasted him with more water, right on his crotch.

He stopped speaking and looked down at his now wet pants. When he glanced up at me with a raised
eyebrow, I braced the gun at my hip and shrugged.

“Run, Lucy. Run for your life,” he murmured and then lunged at me. I saw him throw away his gun and before he could get to me, I turned around and ran.

“Incoming!” I yelled, letting Aiden know his dad was coming out. Another blast of water hit Adam’s face just before he could catch me. His fingers touched my arm, but with my ninja skills, I squealed and managed to slip away from him and the tingles his hand caused every freaking time he touched me.

Since my gun was empty, I reached for the fifth gun we’d hidden in the backyard and hit Adam from the other side.

Adam advanced toward Aiden, and he jumped up and ran away, laughing and screaming.

“Daddy, you can’t catch us!”

“Oh, trust me, I will.”

“You’re all wet now! We got you!”

“When I get my hands on you two, you’ll be singing a different tune.”

Adam pretended to catch Aiden, but then let him skirt away from him.

“You’re not catching Lucy! Catch Lucy!” Aiden screamed as he eyed his father to guess which way he’d run next.

“Hey now!” I yelled, but it was too late, my water gun jammed—the stupid thing. Before I could figureout what was wrong with it and fix it quickly, Adam quickened his steps and almost caught me.

Dropping the gun, I twisted away from him, but I was too slow. His arm sneaked around my waist, and he caught me just as I’d started running away. His chest cushioned my fall and I grunted with the force he drew me to himself. He circled his arms around me and whispered into my ear.

“Thank you for making him laugh, Lucy. But…”

I didn’t melt, nor did my heart quicken. Not at all. Zilch. I didn’t like him very much after all.

“I’m afraid I have to take you down. Aiden!” he shouted, and Aiden appeared in front of us, holding his weapon high.

“Aiden! Man down! Help me, little human!” I shouted.

“Let her go, Daddy!”

“Come and get her if you want her so much,” Adam replied, and his arms gave me a light squeeze as he leaned down and secretly pressed his lips against my neck.

The son of a bitch!

“I’ll save you, Lucy!”

Feeling free, safe, and happy, I dropped my head back on Adam’s shoulder and our eyes met. The smile that was stretching my lips slowly disappeared when I saw the look in his eyes.

Shit.

Shit.

Shit!

“You can’t look at me like that,” I whispered as he slowly backed us up. Despite all the cold water I’d
shot at him, his body was surprisingly warm against my back. And firm. And mouthwatering. And heart- quickening.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m not supposed to like you.”

The smile he gave me was soft and then suddenly his fingers were laced with mine against my chest.

“But I like you very much, Lucy.”

And just like that, before I could curse him, there was cold water all over my face.

“Aiden!” I sputtered as Adam’s chest shook with laughter.

“I’m shooting at him, Lucy! You’re in my way!”

“Aim at his face!” I yelled back.

“He got you!”

“He is right,” Adam repeated his son’s words. “I think I got you.”

“Think again,” I muttered and gave him a pitiful push with my elbow. And then another. I was pretty
sure I hurt myself more than I did him. Pathetic, I know…

He pulled me and we were falling back, and darn it, but I was still in his arms and couldn’t find it in me to complain.

We fell back into the pool with a big splash, and Adam let go of me. I swam back to the surface and
gasped for air. As soon as Adam’s head was above the water, Aiden started spraying him with more
water. I joined his son and splashed him as much as I could.

Adam lifted his arm and wiped the water off his eyes. After a mock growl, he yelled, “I’m coming for you, Aiden.”

I looked behind me to see Aiden squealing and running back inside the house. It was a good thing he’d remained fairly dry; I would’ve bet the hardwood floors and all those soft carpets had cost Adam some good money. When I turned my head back and saw Adam slowly swimming toward me, I panicked and tried my best to get away from him until my back hit the edge of the pool.

Adam dropped a little under water until all I could see were those glittering green eyes. Then before I
could control my heavy breathing and give my heart a good shake so it could get itself together, he was on me. His arms held on to the edge and trapped me in between his body and the tiled wall of the pool.

“First, you,” he said and my eyes dropped to his mouth. He wasn’t breathing as hard as I was, but he didn’t look all that calm either. “You have anything to say? Maybe an apology so I’ll take it easier on you?” he asked and my eyes jumped up to his.

“Why would I apologize?”

“For ambushing me.”

I tilted my head and tapped at my lips a few times with my index finger. “Nope.”

“Good.”

And just like that his lips were on mine. I grunted and tried to push his chest off me, but then his hands grabbed one of mine from between us and laced our fingers again.

Damn him.

Damn him and his skillful tongue that had just pushed its way into my mouth.

About The Author

I’m an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real life to find those

very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.

Publishing my debut novel, I’m Yours is the scariest thing I’ve probably ever done before. However, it is also by far the most exciting thing. I can only hope to become a better writer with each new book.

My beautiful girl (A Golden Retriever) is my sunshine all year around, but I still prefer Fall over any other seasons. Danishes, In&Out Burger, Mint Chocolate Chip Ice Cream, and Peanut Butter M&M’s will always stay as my guilty pleasures, and they can also double as bribes!

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Notes From Me : This book looks interesting and certainly intrigue me. You guys might see a review of this from me in the future :) Sorry, I've been inactive but school like always has been super tiring. 

Cover Reveal : Come To Me

What happens after the happily ever after?

Is it really sunshine and roses?

For Vic Wall, the moon is rising and the roses are wilting.

Turns out the princess has a mental illness.

Lennox Moore is in his blood and bones,

But sometimes blood goes bad and bones break.

Vic wants to fix them,

Is determined to find what turned their love cancer.

Yet maybe the only way to continue,

Is to end.

This is the epic final installment to the Owned series.

Warning: Sometimes people are ugly and what they do even uglier, even to the ones they love.

*DRUMROLLS* Here is the anticipated cover of Come To Me, the final installment of the Owned Series

Title : Come To Me (Owned #3)

Release Date : 26 May 2016

Genre : Romance, Dark, New Adult

Author : Mary Catherine Gebhard

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EXCERPT & TEASER

I remembered reading something about people who raise horses, that there are two kinds: the ones

who breed them, and the ones who tame the wild ones. The ones who tame the wild ones can’t even

imagine breeding them, because there’s a certain magic that’s lost.

I got that. Watching Lenny completely slack and cave to me was a high. I would never tame her—you

can’t really tame a wild thing—but there were moments like this. Her wild words fell from her lips, her coiled body loosened, and she waited for me, her master, to give her her next command. 

“Are you ready?” I whispered, taking her earlobe between my teeth. 

“Yes,” she gasped.

About The Author

Mary Catherine Gebhard bites off more than she can chew and sometimes calls herself Eva Natsumi.

She's lived in Salt Lake City, Utah her entire life, but occasionally goes on vacation from reality. Don't worry, she sends postcards.

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Newest Release : To Love Jason Thorn

Jason Thorn… My brother’s childhood friend.

Oh, how stupidly in love with that boy I was. He was the first boy that made me
blush, my first official crush. Sounds beautiful so far, right? That excitement that
bubbles up inside you, those famous butterflies you feel for the very first time—he
was the reason for them all. But, you only get to live in that fairytale world until they
crush your hopes and dreams and then stomp on your heart for good measure. And
boy did he crush my little heart into pieces.

After the stomping part he became the boy I did my best to stay away from—and let
me tell you, it was pretty hard to do when he slept in the room right across from
mine.

When tragedy struck his family and they moved away, I was ready to forget he ever
existed.

Now he is a movie star, the one who makes women of all ages go into a screaming
frenzy, the one who makes everyone swoon with that dimpled smile of his. Do you
think that’s dreamy? I certainly don’t think so. How about me coming face to face
with him? Nope still not dreamy. Not when I can’t even manage to look him in the
eye.

Me? I’m Olive, a new writer. Actually, I’m THE writer of the book that inspired the
movie he is about to star in on the big screen. As of late, I am also referred to as the
oh-so-very-lucky girl who is about to become the wife of Jason Thorn.

Maybe you’re thinking yet again that this is all so dreamy? Nope, nothing dreamy
going on here. Not even close.

Title : To Love Jason Thorn
Release Date : 3 December 2015
Author : Ella Maise
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

“We’re done with the reading.” He put his hand on my back and urged me forward.
“Let’s go. I should have an extra shirt in my car. We’ll look at the damage as you
change and then decide if we’re going to the emergency room or not.”

“Fine, Mom,” I mumbled, and he gave me a dark look.

“Your car really looks adorable from the front,” I said, once we reached the parking
lot.

“It’s a Venom GT Spyder, Olive. It’s not an adorable car.”

I shrugged behind his back. To me, the eyes and the small mouth looked adorable.

Unlocking the doors, he leaned in and reached for something behind his seat.

A gray t-shirt.

“Take off your shirt,” he said, straightening up and turning to me.

“What?” I gaped at him.

His fingers reached out to lift the hem of my shirt, but I slapped his hand away.

“What are you doing?” I hissed quietly as two girls hurried passed his car, their
phones glued to their ears.

“Olive,” he started. “I need to see how bad it is. Take it off.”

His hands came at me again. I slapped his hand harder.

“You want me to take off my shirt out in the open?”

He met my eyes. “We’re in the parking lot. No one who isn’t supposed to be in here is
allowed to be in here. No one will see you between the SUV and my car. Go on.”

He reached at me again.

So, naturally, glaring at him, I slapped his hand even harder.

This time he laughed.

“Don’t make me take it off for you, Olive. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Your car doesn’t even reach your chest, Jason. I doubt it will do much to hide me
from sight.”

“Face the SUV. I’ll turn around and cover your back. Or we can go straight to the ER.

Your choice.”

“No,” I snapped.

“Then do as I say.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re annoying.” After a short staring contest that only
ended up making me hot, I was the first one to turn away.

Grumbling under my breath, I gingerly lifted my shirt off of my stomach and took it
off. It wasn’t hurting as much as it had a few minutes before, but I wouldn’t say no to
rubbing some ice cubes on my chest either. Dropping the shirt to the ground, I…

Shit! The extra shirt was still in his hands.

“Hand me the damn shirt,” I whispered, looking to my left to see if anybody was
walking around.

“Why are you whispering?” he asked right over my shoulder, his hot breath tickling
my neck.

The annoying-hot-jerk chuckled when I squealed and jumped around.

“You were supposed to turn around,” I accused him hotly.

His eyes dropped to my chest. His jaw hardening, he quickly looked up and away.

“What is that?” he gritted through his teeth.

Covering my breasts with my forearm, I snapped, “They’re breasts. What does it
look like?”

About The Author

I'm an avid reader. Therefore, a big dreamer. I love nothing more than to escape real 

life to find those very few magical moments in a book. I love how it has the power of 

stealing your worries away, putting a smile on your face, and of course sometimes 

making you crush on fictional characters. If I can manage to do even one of those 

things for a reader, I will be a happy writer.

I can't even begin to describe how exciting it is to give life to new characters and fall 

for them. It's a different kind of addiction I'm determined to keep alive.

I'm still searching for my own happy ending. Until that happens, I'll live vicariously 

through my own characters.

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Notes From Me : I know I missed the release day and that's why I changed the title of this post then what it normally is for this kind of post :D hahahahah sorry, i've been about a little MIA, I've been busy with work and friends and I'm always tired all the time now :p gahahaha But Ella if you see this post, I would very much love a copy cause look at that hunk :O

Release Day : Free To Fly

Our secrets define us.

I’ve run far to escape my past. Eight years and almost two thousand miles lie between me and
the horror that consumes me. My life is a series of superficial relationships and closed doors
designed to keep me safe. I will never let myself become the person I was. That girl is dead,
and in her place is a woman who guards her inner self fiercely. I’m not going to let anyone
breach those hard earned barriers. Not even him.

But when those secrets come home to roost, I have to decide what I’m willing to risk for my
happily ever after. When the evil I left behind finds me, I have to choose. Will I succumb to the
girl I was and crumble under the pressure? Or can I break the cycle and finally be free to fly?

Title : Free To Fly
Release Date : 3 November 2015
Author : Morgan Reeves
















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I scraped up the last of the ice cream and licked my spoon clean as he laughed. I liked his
laugh. A lot. It was rich, and warm, and infectious. It made me happy.

I dropped my spoon so it clattered into my bowl and jumped down from my perch. This was
absurd. A laugh shouldn’t affect me that much. It was all just… too much. I felt like I was losing
control of the situation. He made me feel things I didn’t want to feel. He made me want. What, I
wasn’t sure. But I wanted it with a deep ache that was akin to pain. For no discernible reason,
tears burned at the back of my throat. I tried to clear it and placed my bowl in the sink before I
turned to Logan with what I hoped was a sultry smile.
I needed to take back some control. And I knew just how to do that.

He straightened and eyed me warily as I walked up to him and slid my hands around his waist
before stepping in close. I leaned up for a kiss, but he turned his head, and my lips brushed his
jaw instead.

“What?” I asked.

“I’m not going to let you use me to chase away your demons, Zoe.”

His words were said quietly, tenderly, but I flinched anyway. I tried to back away, but he held me
in place and wrapped me in a hug. Then he kissed my forehead.
“If this is where you want the night to end up, fine. But it will be on my terms, all right?”

He paused and looked into my eyes as if searching for something. I don’t know what he was
looking for. I don’t know if he found it. I had a feeling I really didn’t know much at all. I nodded
slowly. After a long moment, he leaned down and kised me.

That kiss. My God. I hadn’t known what the word truly meant until he showed me. It had nothing
to do with the press of lips to lips. The slide of warmth as he tilted my head back and deepened
the kiss had nothing on the peace that filtered through my mind. I sank into his touch, and the
endless, screaming voices that plagued me, all of them my own, fell still. Gone were the
thoughts of inadequacy, the mental rakes and prods that urged me to use sex as a weapon, a
tool to get what I wanted. They all seemed silly and childish compared to the truth.
This might actually be Heaven. Or as close as my battered soul could come. True, blessed
silence. There was nothing but Logan and the subtle build of strummed emotion.

I’d seen a street violinist once. He was standing on a street corner, his case open at his feet and
overflowing with dollar bills. But he didn’t even notice. He’d had his eyes screwed shut as he
sawed his bow across the strings and soulful, heart-wrenching music poured forth. You could
tell his whole being was funneled through those notes. And when the song ended, the strings
continued to vibrate, pulsing with the aftermath of the song and lending a haunting encore that
stayed with me for days.

This kiss was that song. Months of pent-up emotion burrowing down into my soul and wrapping
around the essence of who I was. And my mind, that cursed thing that screamed and wailed
and threw up wall after wall to keep the world safely at bay? All that was left was one last echo,
an almost silent buzz that allowed me to exist in only this moment.

About The Author

Morgan Reeves currently lives in the middle of Iowa, surrounded by lots of cornfields and 

people with a fanatic love for college football. Her heart, however, will always belong to 

California. She has two Minions to call her own and a husband who may or may not think she’s 

insane. Morgan loves to read romance in any genre, and she loves to chat books. She also 

loves Facebook, so feel free to stalk her at https://www.facebook.com/authormorganreeves or 

add her as a friend on her personal page. She’d love to hear from you! Free to Fly is her first 

published book, and is the first in a series of interconnected standalones.

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