Blog Tour : Challenged By You

Paige Abram never faces a problem she can’t solve until her high school sweetheart comes back into her life, and she’s bombarded with memories of their relationship. His presence is almost suffocating, but he’s still just as beautiful as she remembers.

His heart beat differently after its first love.

The moment Drake Wilkins sees her again, the numbness he’s felt since he walked away disappears. But she’s not the same girl he fell in love with back then. She’s colder, not as easy going; she’s a complete stranger now.

Her heart nearly quit after its first loss.

When a funeral has them returning to their hometown, a secret she’s kept from him all these years is

revealed. She expects him to push her away but he doesn’t; he tests her just like when they were kids.

Their hearts resuscitate, but in the city, their love will face its biggest challenge of all: survival.

Title : Challenged By You (Love in the City #5)
Release Date : 1 September 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Steph Nuss
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EXCERPT & TEASER

The next day after work, I walked into Jones Jym in complete awe of the place. It was an athlete’s dream workout facility—even better than the one I frequented during college ball. It had multiple floors of equipment and machines, and several trainers on staff. The place buzzed with people who were eager to sweat away their workday. Since moving to the city, I’d yet to find a gym to join, and a guy at work named Owen had given me the name of the gym he and several of his athletic clients used.

I signed up and paid the membership fee. The lady at the front desk gave me a keycard and all the
necessary information that came with becoming a member, and then she had a young guy give me a
tour of the place. It wasn’t until we got to the floor with the pool that I recognized the body swimming toward the other end.

Paige was doing laps in a one-piece black swimsuit. Seeing her in the water reminded me of the times
we spent swimming and the bikinis she used to wear, especially the ones I enjoyed taking off of her.

“Dude,” the kid said, shaking his head. “Don’t even bother. That lady is like the ice queen around here. She specifically requests the pool to herself, and the only reason she gets it is because she’s friends with the boss.”

“I see,” I commented, never taking my eyes off her. Ice queen, huh? That was a new nickname for her I hadn’t heard around work yet. “If you don’t mind, I think I can take it from here. I appreciate you
showing me around.”

“Just doing my job.” He shrugged and picked up a few towels that had been tossed to the side before
heading toward the door. “Have a good day.”

“You too.”

I was alone with her. It was like one of my teenage wet dreams come to life all over again: Paige all wet in a swimsuit. Except this time, she was in a one-piece that covered way too much of her, but I really didn’t mind. The suit molded to her, showing off her excellently toned body and how much she still cared for it.

As she swam toward the end of the pool nearest me, I walked to the edge and squatted down to watch
her. She pushed harder and harder through the water, kicking her legs and pumping her arms fast
toward me. When she got closer, instead of somersaulting against the wall and pushing back to the
other end, she reached for the edge and accidentally grabbed my shoe.

“What the hell?” she sputtered as she removed her goggles and moved into a standing position. She
brushed her hair out of her face and peered back at me with a pissed off gleam in her eye. “What are you doing in here, Drake? I requested time in the pool to myself.”

“I know,” I said, smiling. “But I was getting the Jones Jym tour since I’m a new member and when I saw you swimming, I thought I’d say hi.”

She rolled her eyes and ticked a brow up at me. “You joined my gym?”

“I didn’t realize it was your gym. I thought it was open to everybody.”

She sighed. “You know what I mean. How did you know I worked out here?”

“Well, if you must know, I asked Owen his opinion on the gyms around the city, and he suggested this one. Your name was never even brought up.”

“Goddammit, Owen,” she muttered under her breath loud enough for me to hear.

Amused, I stepped back as she lifted herself out of the pool. I admired the body that I missed in an
unhealthy manner, feeling suffocated in my three-piece suit as my eyes roamed. She grabbed a towel
and started to dry off, and all I could do was stand there and watch. Her suit dipped low in the front, exposing the contours of her breasts, and it was cut high on the thighs to show off her legs and the
cheeks of her taut ass peeking out the backside. It wasn’t like the one-piece suits with the ugly floral
prints. No, this black beauty was one I imagined myself stripping off of her in a slow, seductive manner until I had her begging me to get her out of it.

“Don’t,” she stated harshly, knocking me back to the present.

“What?” I asked, confused as I refocused my attention to her face, where her eyes were narrowed on me, brows furrowed in annoyance.

She used to love it when I watched her like this.

She wrapped one towel around herself and knotted it, and then proceeded to wring her hair out with
another towel. “You don’t get to look at me like that anymore.”

I cocked my head to the side and shot her a mischievous smile. “Do you realize what you’re wearing?
How am I supposed to not look at you in a swimsuit? Do you remember all the good times we had with you in—and out—of a bikini? Because I do.”

“I can tell.” She nodded toward the slight bulge in my pants and tossed the towel in the used barrel.
Slipping her feet into a pair of sandals, she threw her bag over her shoulder and made her way over to
me. She tugged on my loosened tie and pulled me forward with a playful smile lingering on her lips as she ran her fingers over the silky material. “I remember that one night we decided to go skinny dipping,” she stated, her voice taking on a sensual tone that hypnotized me. “You helped me out of my suit, taking your sweet time untying the strings and sliding my bottoms down my legs, and then you took off your shorts.” She laughed softly and then shoved me away from her. “But the water was so cold that your genitals shriveled up to unnoticeable proportions.”

“Hey, it was really fucking cold!” I exclaimed defensively.

Reaching for the door, her laugh turned devious. “Don’t ever interrupt my swim session again, Wilkins.”

“Don’t act like that’s the only swimming memory you have, Abram!” I called back.

Like hell I was going to let her have the last word. One glance at my groin, and I knew the skinny dipping story still had the same damn effect that it had back when we were kids.

Fuck. Getting her back was going to be more of a challenge than I thought, but I’d endure every
embarrassing story she recalled about me if it meant hearing her laugh like that again.

About the Author

Steph Nuss was born and raised in rural Kansas, where she currently resides with her black Labrador son named Gunner. She grew up with a passion for reading and writing. When she’s not immersed into the land of fiction, she enjoys listening to music that came before her time, watching movies and reruns of her favorite shows, and hanging out with her family and friends. She also has a bachelor’s degree in psychology that she’ll never use…unless she’s profiling her characters of course.

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Blog Tour : Joint Venture

Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.

Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.

Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-
security prison.

Rules? What rules?

One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his
next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.

But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.

Title : Joint Venture ( Venture #4)
Release Date : 29 August 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Kristen Luciani
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EXCERPT & TEASER

Lisa inched closer, swathed in an oversized fleece hoodie. Her eyes had regained their sparkle, though they held the question hanging between them, one he had yet to answer for himself: why the hell am I here right now?

Somehow, “you’re hot and I’m horny” didn’t cut it. It might have been his canned internal response, but not for her. Contrary to popular belief, he wasn’t a sex addict. Women were a means to an end… that end temporarily releasing him from the emotional burdens he carried day after day. Sex helped mask the wounds, but it never really healed him. How ironic he’d been sliced open protecting the one who made him want to feel something again. Talk about poetic justice.

“I wanted to make sure you were okay.” Pain shot up his forearm and his head throbbed. Christ, he needed those drugs to kick in fast. Everything hurt, but dammit,he wasn’t about to whine like some pansy ass.

“I’m fine. Much better than you, from the looks of it.”

“Yeah, well, I guess you could say I’ve done my civic duty.”

She smiled, exposing a row of perfectly straight, bright white teeth. They practically glowed. Or maybe that was the oxycontin finally taking effect. “I feel so privileged.”

A wave of nausea crashed over him. No, no, no… fuck, no. He squeezed his eyes shut until the feeling dissipated. An icy coldness snaked through his extremities, right down to his fingers. No longer were they itching to run through the waves cascading over her shoulders. Flexing them was futile. What the hell? The overhead light danced atop her golden hair. He squinted. It almost looked like a halo. And were those doves floating around her head? Somewhere in his increasingly foggy mind, he registered some kind of faint whistling. Was it the doves? Or was he just fucking insane? Numbness slowly crept over the stitched area and his mind grew cloudier. Christ, how much did Evan give him? No way was this a normal dose.

A warm hand grazed his arm. “Do you want me to call the doctor? You look a little, um, off.” Her brow furrowed. “How about some water?”

Four eyes stared back. Did she have a twin? Where had she come from? Mmm, that kind of threesome was right up his alley. “You two are so beautiful, you know that?”

“Who two?” She gnawed at her fingernail. “Maybe I should get someone. I don’t think—”

“No, don’t leave. Please. I feel great. I just want to keep looking at you guys, okay?” Voices echoed around him. How many more sisters did she have? And how did they all get into his room? So much for hospital security.

“Um, sure. You know we’re alone, right? Just you and me?”

“Yes, and your sisters. Stop biting your nails and hold my hand. The one that’s not sliced up.”

“Are you always this demanding?”

“I took a knife for you. So yeah, I think I earned the right.” He let out a deep sigh as their fingers entwined. Soft and warm. His eyelids were so heavy; forcing them to stay open was a near-impossible feat. “You like tattoos, huh?”

“Tattoos?” She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, a smirk lifting her lips. “I’m not so sure we’re still on the same wavelength. What kind of painkillers did they give you?”

“I don’t know, but I can’t feel my legs anymore.”

“I’m kind of surprised your mouth still works.”

“Happy to say it’s not the only thing.”

“And here I was, thinking you weren’t as big a womanizer as the tabloids claim.”

“They don’t know me.”

“Does anybody?”

“No.” He could barely even hear his own voice. It sounded so far away, like he was speaking from deep within a cave. A snicker escaped his mouth. Where did all thecotton come from? “I feel drunk and massively hung over right now.”

She leaned closer, the scent of her perfume wafting into the air. Recalling his own name was a struggle, but even with his weakened senses, he was acutely aware of her nearness. The sensation of slender fingers smoothing back his hair lulled him to sleep. Her touch was so gentle, like a soft breeze fluttering over his skin. His mind begged him to stay focused but the eyelids drooped in utter betrayal. Even her hands smelled amazing, like flowers and… jelly beans. Warm lips grazed his forehead. He squeezed her hand with the last of his rapidly depleting energy store, struggling to open his eyes one final time. A sea of smiling faces gazed back.
“Promise you’ll visit tomorrow, okay? Bring all your sisters, too.”

About The Author

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and

romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging

necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy

drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a

world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.

No pun intended…

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Release Day : Chasing Castles

Long before Dani Reed and Micah Landry, there was the story of Deacon and Camille.

Camille Benoit loved to express herself on canvas and was a dreamer at heart. The small farm she was born and raised on bordered the Landry Plantation, providing her with prime real estate for
daydreaming. Even though she spent a lot of time with her head in the clouds, one thing she was always certain about were her feelings for Deacon. He might’ve been two years older and one of her brother’s best friends, but none of that mattered to Cami.

Deacon Landry, older brother to Micah, was the local football star. The town might’ve put him on a
pedestal, but he always had his feet firmly planted in the rich Louisiana soil. With all of his skills on and off the field, a good head on his shoulders, and a heart of gold, he was quite the catch, and everyone knew it, especially his long-time best friend, Cami.

"I know we've done things slowly, but I've loved you since I knew what it meant to love someone."

He is all her heart has ever known. Her past, present and future. But will the future live up to her dreams?

Join Jiffy Kate in this second book of the Finding Focus series as they take you back to where it all started.

Title : Chasing Castles (Finding Focus #2)
Release Date : 30 August 2016
Genre : Romance
Author : Jiffy Kate
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EXCERPT & TEASERS

Sitting in front of a half-painted easel in the middle of my little studio with the window shades drawn for the perfect lighting, I stop painting and lay my brush to the side. As I wipe my hands on my smock, I listen closely as a siren from an emergency vehicle draws near.

Any sort of action is noticed in a town the size of French Settlement. If Ms. Becky burns a cake, the
whole town knows about it. And the day Mr. Johnson’s truck got stuck in the pond, practically every
person was there to witness the fire department getting it unstuck.

Yes, the fire department, because, generally, they don’t have a lot to keep them busy.

So, sirens this close to town, especially on a Saturday morning, are a rare thing.

I watch out the window and listen for a minute or two as the sirens seem to get closer. Unable to curb
my curiosity, I walk from the back of the studio, through the gallery, and out onto the sidewalk.

No one is around. My SUV is the only vehicle on the street. So, it doesn’t surprise me when the sirens get further away. There must be something going on out on the highway.

My heart skips a beat because I hate thinking about anyone being in a wreck or anything like that. As I walk back into the gallery, I say a quick prayer for whoever it is. Normally, that’s enough to help me
relax. I always pray when I drive by a wreck or see an ambulance fly by.

But, as I sit back down at my easel and pick my paint brush back up, my heart still feels like it’s in my throat.

As I wait for another minute, still hearing sirens off in the distance, I decide to calm my nerves with a call to Annie. Carter is staying out there with her and Sam this morning because my daddy and Kay went into Baton Rouge to buy a new sofa.

“Hey, honey.” Annie’s voice sounds calm and chipper, so I try to make my stomach take a cue from her.

“Hey, Annie.”

“How’s it going this morning? Everything alright?”

“I was calling to ask you the same,” I say, laughing at my paranoia. Since Carter came into my life, I have a tendency to be a bit over-protective. I now understand why my daddy was always keeping a tight rein on me when I was little. It would kill me when he wouldn’t let me do everything the boys did. But now I get it. I don’t know how I’d feel if Carter had been a girl. Being the mom of a boy is bad enough. It might be worse on some levels because boys can be such little dare devils.

“Everything is right as rain out here,” she says, with a clang of a pot in the background. “Me and Carter are whippin’ up some banana nut muffins.”

“Sounds delicious.”

“We’ll be sure to save you some.”

“Don’t let Deke eat them all.”

“You’re in luck. He went into the restaurant to finish up some paperwork.”

“I thought he was takin’ the day off.”

“Well, he said if you were gonna be busy all day at the gallery, he might as well get ahead on some
ordering.”

“Okay,” I say, the nervous ball back in my stomach. “Did Micah go in with him?”

“No, Micah’s in Baton Rouge this mornin’. He must’ve stayed at the apartment last night.”

“Okay.”

“I think these muffins are ready to go in the oven. What do you think, Carter?” I can hear Carter telling her they’re ready. He loves being in the kitchen with Annie. I think he takes after his Uncle Micah in that sense. “Will we see ya for lunch?”

“Yeah, I should be done by then.”

After I hang up with Annie, I still can’t get the worry to go away. I think about taking a drive out to the highway just to check things out myself, but that would be silly. I’m not sure what’s going on, but
whatever it is, I doubt they need an extra rubber-necker.

So instead, I sit back down on my stool and hit send on Deacon’s number, smiling as his handsome face comes up on the screen of my phone.

“It’s Deacon Landry. Sorry I missed your call. Please leave a message.”

I pull the phone away from my ear and frown at the screen, hitting end and immediately hitting the
button to call again.

Voicemail.

Maybe he left his phone in his truck?

He does that sometimes.

Taking a deep breath as I try to stay calm, I begin to pace around the room as I call the restaurant.

Normally, if Deacon’s doing paperwork, he won’t answer the phone, but if he’s at his desk and sees it’s me, he will.

After five rings, the long message for Pockets comes over the phone.

“Thank you for calling Pockets, Home of the Gator Pocket. Our hours are Monday through Thursday,
eleven to eleven. Friday and Saturday, two to two. We’re located on Highway 16. You can’t miss us.
Hope to see you soon!”

I don’t know why I listen to the entire message. It’s not like Deacon can answer once the voicemail picks

up.

Staring at the phone, I hit redial for the restaurant, letting it ring until the message starts over.

Hang up.

Redial.

After three more tries, I call Deacon’s phone again.

Still no answer.

I can’t ignore the feeling in the pit of my stomach. There’s no way I can paint like this, so I might as well drive out to the restaurant and see for myself. I’m sure everything is fine, and I’ll have wasted fifteen minutes of my day, but I can’t relax until I know he’s okay.

As I pick up my purse and keys, my phone rings in my hand. I let out a relieved sigh until I see that it’s not Deacon who’s calling.

“Hello?”

“Cami.” Sam’s voice comes over the phone, and he sounds worried, which makes my heart beat even
faster, and my knees feel weak. I don’t even need him to tell me something’s wrong. I know it. I can feel it deep in my bones.

About The Author

In case you didn’t notice, there are two of us. 

We’re both from the south, one just a little further than the other. 

Jiff was born and raised in Louisiana. She’s now living in Texas with her two teenagers and a bulldog

named Georgia Rose. She loves purple and 80’s movies and geeking out at Comic Cons. 

Jenny Kate was born and raised in Oklahoma. She’s the mom of a twelve-year- old and two Cavalier King Charles Spaniels, Wrigley and Oliver. She also loves Kris Bryant, the Chicago Cubs and coffee.

Some people think we’ve been friends forever, but in reality, we’ve only known each other for five

years. Four of those years, we’ve spent spinning tales and writing words. Our first published book,

Finding Focus, was released in November 2015. 

If you like a romance set in the south, then you’ll love our southern fried fiction with heart and soul.

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Cover Reveal : Joint Venture

Notorious celebrity playboy A.J. Morgan has more emotional baggage than notches
on his well-used bedpost, but bleached blonde, silicone-enhanced three-ways and
excess of whiskey are all the therapy he needs.

Live to indulge, indulge to fill the voids.

Those are his rules…. until he meets cunning financial analyst-slash- sexy club singer
Lisa Embry, a woman whose heart is surrounded by more barbed wire than a high-
security prison.

Rules? What rules?

One lust-filled romp with his female alter-ego turns A.J. into an addict in need of his
next fix and he’ll pay any price for another hit.

But he soon finds out Lisa has her own rules… ones that can never be broken.

Title : Joint Venture (Venture #4)

Release Date : 29 August 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Kristen Luciani

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About The Author

Kristen Luciani is a self-proclaimed momtrepreneur, beauty product junkie, and

romance author with a penchant for Christian Louboutins, Silicon Valley, plunging

necklines and grapefruit martinis.  As a deep-rooted romantic who prefers juicy

drama to fill the lives of anyone other than her, she tried her hand at creating a

world of enchantment, sensuality, and intrigue, finally uncovering her true passion.

No pun intended…

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Cover Reveal : Why Lie?

Why Lie?

People here think they know me.
They assume things about me because of the way I dress and my tattoos.
I am so much more.

I thought you saw that.

So, I let you in.
You made it easy to fall for you.
Turns out I was the only one falling.
I hope you're happy.
No, that's a lie and you're better than I am at telling those.

Title : Why Lie? (Love Riddles #2)

Release Date : 12 September 2016

Genre : Romance

Author : Carey Heywood

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About The Author

New York Times & USA Today bestselling author with 13 books out and many more

to come. She was born and raised in Alexandria, Virginia. Ever the mild-manner

citizen, Carey spend her days working in the world of finance, and at night, she

retreats into the lives of her fictional characters.

Supporting her all the way are her husband, three sometimes-adorable children,

their nine-pound attack Yorkie and their needy Ninja cat.

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Blog Tour : The Gun Runner

The first book in a seductive new series from Scott Hildreth, the #1 Amazon bestselling author of BRAWLER and HARD CORPS. 

Tripp

Once, I took down terrorists on the front lines as a marine.

Now I'm in the business of bad.

I've sold guns to people others might not approve of.

I've eliminated the criminals, the lowlifes and the thugs who've tread on my turf.

And I looked the Sicilian Mafia boss in the eye and told him to f*** off.

No one tells me no, unless it's their last word.

I didn't just act the part of bad—I lived it. Then she stumbled into my life.

I tried to stay away from her. Tried focusing on moving my merchandise. But one smile from Terra was like a shot to the heart.

She's mine now. And no one threatens what's mine.

Terra 

I've seen a lot of terrible things in my life.

I grew up around lies and deception, and I ran away from all of them.

Until I met him.

I knew he was corrupt. I knew he was dangerous.

I should have stayed away, but my attraction to him, my need for him, overrode my logic.

Now I love him.

If he finds out who I am, we're done and I'll be nothing.

I never wanted to be the Mafia princess they tried to make me, but mia familia had other plans. And what mia familia wants…it gets.

Only Michael Tripp can save me.

Tripp and Terra's story continues in Book Two of Mafia Made,The Game Changer.

Title : The Gun Runner (Mafia Made #1)
Release Date : 8 August 2016
Genre: Romance, Contemporary, Mafia
Author : Scott Hildreth
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About The Author

Born In San Diego California, Scott now calls Wichita, Kansas home. Residing in

Kansas with his wife, Jessica, and six children, he somehow finds twelve hours a day

to work on his writing. A hybrid author who has published more than two-dozen

romance and erotica novels, his three book series through Harlequin is due to start

release with the first book in summer 2016.

Scott has spent his entire life pushing boundaries, and his writing is no exception.

Addicted to riding his Harley-Davidson, tattoos, and drinking coffee, he can

generally be found in a tattoo shop, on his Harley, or in a local coffee house when not

writing.

Loyal to the fans and faithful followers who allowed him to make writing a full-time

career, Scott communicates with his followers on Facebook almost daily. He

encourages his readers to follow him on Facebook and Twitter.

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Blog Tour : Half of Me Series + GIVEAWAY

Our Demons, Best Friends (Half of Me #1)





Ava and Sebastian are two medical residents who in a perfect world, would really like each other. But both of them are closely watched by their demons. Their baggage is not light - Ava has hers carefully folded in vacuum bags to occupy as little room as possible; Sebastian wears his like a lead armor that makes him slouch sometimes. They like each other, but how are their demons going to get along?

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EXCERPT : 

"Monday morning I woke up to find Miles in the kitchen making pancakes and bacon, with the

proudest look on his face. I smiled. This boy keeps surprising me.

“Don’t look at me like that,” he said when he saw me next to the undersized kitchen island. “This is
not going to happen every day, so don’t get your hopes up. I’m doing it because today’s special and I
wanted to say thanks for letting a guy live with you, I guess.”

“If you say so,” I said as I took a strip of bacon and began chewing on it. Man, the guy can cook. I was still smiling at his innocence. If he thinks he can spoil three girls with limited cooking skills only once and then give up . . . he clearly doesn’t have sisters.

“I won’t!” he insisted after deciphering the thought behind my smile.

“OK. . . ,” I said, grinning while still chewing on the bacon. This time, he didn’t fight me; he just rolled his eyes.

“Oh, my God, Miles! You’re cooking!”

Emily’s voice is really high in the morning. Is that normal?

“I, mmm, love, mmm, you!” She was trying to express gratitude with a mouthful of bacon.

Miles loved the attention, of course. While I was looking at him with my eyebrows slightly elevated,
as if to say, You will not only do this again, but you’ll do it because you want to!, he caught my look
and with an elevated voice, barely keeping a straight face, he said, “I won’t!”

“OK, calm down, master chef!”

“Paige, come out of your den and see what Miles did!” Em yelled in the direction of Paige’s room.

She clearly didn’t have the concept of a quiet morning.

“Is that what I smell?” Paige had her head in the living room in a second. She was wearing pink bunny PJs. Her choice of outfit was actually the only thing that made sense this morning.

“I thought the neighbors were cooking. I was dreaming about knocking on their door and asking to
move in.”

She’s funny in the morning. Probably didn’t have the time to go inside her fortress yet.

“This is so nice of you!” Emily turned towards a working Miles. “To offer to cook for the girls who
cannot fend for themselves.”

As Miles was slowly turning her way, probably ready to explain how this was a “one-time thing,” I
started fake-coughing to hide my laughter. Emily and Paige were both eyeing me, so I had to explain
my reaction.

“He’s under the impression this is going to be a one-time thing,” I said.

They both started laughing hysterically and gave poor Miles a kiss on the cheek. He liked the attention, so I didn’t feel too bad for him."

Love Me While I'm Gone (Half of Me #2)



For a very long time, my biggest accomplishments had nothing to do with what I really wanted. When I decided to give up my mother’s dream and fight for my own, I never imagined choosing one dream could put me on the path of the one I never knew I wanted – meeting him. Collin. He quickly went from a friend to a companion, to soul mate, to heartbreak.

After he left Chicago, leaving me with nothing more than a text message, I only had one sane choice – to act like he never existed and go on with my life. A ghost can’t break your heart.

But now he’s back and he’s prepared to prove me otherwise. Is it possible to love someone against your will?

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EXCERPT :

Prologue

Emily

Today the floor was pulled from under my feet. The grip gravity had on me made me feel like the fall
would never end. My body ached from the sudden use of all my muscles at once and my breathing
was coming in fast, shallow breaths. I probably should mention the floor I’m talking about is a
metaphorical one and the reason my body was reacting the way it did, was a guy. A guy I never
thought I’d see again but was somehow staring right at me, his eyes as wide as mine.

The only one in the elevator was him. Collin. I would say my Collin, but I don’t think he actually ever belonged to me. Not even when the only thing separating us was our breaths combined. No, don’t go there! The way my eyes protested when I tried to blink again made me realize I was staring at him, unblinking, like a creep. For a really long time. Long enough for the elevator to start closing its doors again with me still outside, on the hallway of the hospital I just started working in as an intern. My first day. My first hours, in fact. My first elevator ride. And he’s here. In scrubs. Shit!

Collin

I can’t believe I’m in my third year of residency already. The fact that I should actually be in my fourth and final year it’s even more mind-blowing. I can’t bring myself to regret missing that year, not even now. I know it was the right thing to do and I’d probably do it all over again, although I would change one major thing about it. I would give anything to go back in time and find her. Explain. Ask her to wait for me. I still think about having her in my arms. Not one goddamn day passes that I don’t wish for it.

The elevator doors close behind me as soon as I step inside and I take another deep breath. I need it
every time I think about her. My Em. Every day I enter this hospital decided to ask Em’s sister, Lana,
about her and every day I decide against it all over again. It would kill me to hear she has someone.
Or worse, if she’s engaged or something. What idiot could have her and let her go? I can only think of one…

Chicken shit as I feel, at least I’m happy in my ignorance. Almost. Not really. Ok, I feel like crap! I’ve been back for more than a year and although I see Lana a few times a week and sometimes even
have lunch together, she never once mentioned her sister. Maybe she finally went to Europe, the
way she always said she would. It kills me not to know, but it could just the same kill me to find out.

The first pager ping of the year makes me jump. But only internally. I’m a guy, after all. We don’t get
skittish. I take it out of its pocket and check what the emergency is just as the elevator doors open
one more time before dropping me off one floor below. Nobody comes in so I lift my head to see if I
can push the button that closes the doors again. My heart stops in my chest only to start again in the
next second, beating like a maniac. I wonder if that’s how it feels like before having a heart attack.

Emily’s pupils are suddenly so big, they don’t allow me to see the beautiful deep brown of her eyes. I
know the color is there, but I would’ve liked seeing it. I’ve missed it. I’ve missed her. So much, my
chest aches at the sight of her so close to me. Her mouth opens and closes, but she doesn’t say
anything. I think I’m just as shocked as she is because the doors close and I still can’t zap some sense
into my brain. I never expected to see her again. Not in this hospital. Not in scrubs. She works here
and by the look on her face, she must hate me. She should. I’m a fucking douchebag.

Color Me Yours (Half of Me #3)



What happens if you wake up one morning and you don’t recognize the person staring back at you in the mirror? When you throw yourself into a relationship so deeply, it swallows you whole and spits you out a totally different person? A person you don’t particularly like... For Paige, it takes ten minutes to decide she needs to go back to Chicago, the first place she ever called home and the last she felt like herself in. The place where she’ll find a purpose and friends she never knew she needed.

But what if her best friend starts to see her before she sees herself? Can she trust him to search between scattered pieces and handpick the ones that belong only to her?

RELEASE DAY : 8 August 2016
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EXCERPT : 

We find the college and the floor we’re supposed to be on just in time. When we get to the second
floor, there are six more people waiting outside the classroom, everyone talking in pairs. The teacher
opens the door and motions for everyone to come inside.

“Please, take a seat wherever you like,” she says, then goes to the front of the medium-sized room.

The place looks like a normal classroom, except the desks are individual, taller and made out of
wood, and there is no desk for the teacher. On either side of the room are sculptures, all in different
stages of the process. I want to look at them closer, but everyone is already in their seats. Miles
silently asks me where should we sit and I choose one desk closer to the windows. He follows me and
takes the one next to mine. They’re close enough that we could talk if needed. Or allowed.

“Hello, everyone, and welcome to Introduction to Sculpting!” the teacher begins. “My name is

Alexandra, but you can call me Lexi. I’ll be your teacher for the next couple of hours.” Now that I’m
here, I’m actually really excited. I’ve always wanted to try something like this. Art, in general, has
always interested me.

I turn to Miles and beam at him. He chuckles silently and turns around to pay attention to the
teacher speaking.

“Since this is your very first class, we should begin with a small introduction of the objects you all
have in front of you.”

I look at the things on my desk and see a big plastic container full of clay and a few instruments by its
side. Lexi tells us all about the different types of clay and why she chose this particular oil-based one
for our first session, and then she proceeds to explain what the instruments are called and when
should we use them. I find it all so extremely interesting, I barely acknowledge the presence of
anybody else around me. Except Miles. I steal glances his way whenever I hear something particularly fascinating, trying to gauge his reaction to it all. Is he enjoying this as much as I am?

“Now that you have the basic info, we should get started with the fun part,” Lexi says. She makes us
take a blob of clay the size of our fists from the plastic container in front of us and knead it until it’s
soft and malleable. Meanwhile, she speaks.

“Let’s talk about the human anatomy for a bit,” she begins.

“Now this part we should be good at,” Miles leans towards me and says, making me laugh.

“We do have an advantage here,” I agree, nodding.

“When I say ‘nose’ or ‘ear,’” Lexi continues, “everyone has an image popping into their heads. There
isn’t any doubt we’re all thinking about the same thing, right? But how much attention do we actually pay to these small body parts? Enough to know every detail, every crease? Enough to be able to sculpt it?”

Miles and I, as confident as we were a second ago, look at each other wide-eyed.

“Let’s see. How about we all try to sculpt a nose?” Lexi asks. “I’ll work right by your side.” She takes a seat at one of the desks and starts molding some clay.

“Hmm.” Miles turns my way. “Whose nose should I make?”

Everyone has started whispering and giggling while trying to sculpt noses, so I don’t feel the need to remain silent, either.

“Your own, probably,” I tell him.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” He gets up from his desk and moves it a few inches closer to mine. Now our
elbows are touching. He puts an elbow on his workspace, his head resting on his hand, and stares at
me for a good couple of minutes. I try my best to ignore him and mold the clay in front of me in the
shape required, but it’s practically impossible with him staring at me like that.

“Stop staring at my nose!” I whisper-shout, making him laugh. “I can’t focus!”

“No, no,” Lexi says, making us both look her way. We didn’t even hear her approaching us. “That’s
good. Look at each other; observe the size, the details.”

“See?” Miles says. “The teacher says I can stare at you for as long as I want.” He smirks at me and moves even closer.

This class is doomed to fail, I think to myself.

About The Author

Writer of Our Demons, Best Friends, Love Me While I’m Gone and Color Me Yours. Perpetually sleep deprived, but never sorry. I am a colorful mix of the things I love. Chocolate eclairs. The sound of a guitar. The first snow of the year. Sleeping on freshly washed sheets. The smell of a new book. Man buns. Using rock-paper- scissors to settle an argument. Old, washed up jeans. Comfort food. Old

people acting like kids. The ocean. My dog. My family.

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