Category Archives: New Adult

Trident Series By Samantha Cole

 

`*•.¸(*•.¸(´*•.¸(*•.¸🌟¸.•*´)¸.•*´)¸.•*´)¸.•*

Now Available on all Platforms

.•*(¸.•*(¸.•*(¸.•*´🌟`*•.¸)`*•.)`*•.¸)`*•.¸

 

Trident Series ( books 1-5) by Samantha A. Cole

 

trident rerelease.jpg

 

Leather & Lace: Trident Security Book 1

 

18+ Kristen Anders is starting her life over again after divorcing her
cheating husband. An author of several ‘vanilla’ romance novels, she spiced
up her latest one involving BDSM and it became a best-seller. Now she’s
researching the subject for her follow-up book and manages to get a tour of
the elite, private sex club, The Covenant, and runs into the one person she
never expected to see there.

 

Devon “Devil Dog” Sawyer is intrigued by a cute brunette he meets at a
friend’s Irish pub and does something he hasn’t done in over twelve years.
He asks her out on a date. While it might seem strange to most, Devon’s
only relationships since he was twenty-four have started and ended in the
same place–a BDSM club.

 

What was supposed to be a single weekend of mutual pleasure and dirty sex,
turns into something more. But while they fight their growing connection, a
killer has Devon in his sights and Kristen may end up as collateral damage.
Will they survive with their lives and hearts intact?

 

Free on Amazon, iBooks, B&N, Kobo, and more!

Universal Amazon Link – http://smarturl.it/i9s1vn

iTunes – http://smarturl.it/LLibook

B&N – http://smarturl.it/BNLAL

Kobo – http://smarturl.it/LLKobo

All other venues –

https://www.books2read.com/u/mgKZqX

 

His Angel: Trident Security Book 2

The ‘Sexy Six-Pack’ is back! The men of Trident Security are ex- Navy
SEALs, hardened warriors with hearts of gold. Angelina ‘Angie’ Beckett has
been waiting a long time for Mister Right. Unfortunately, all her
boyfriends have turned out to be Mr. Wrong. None of them have been able to
hold her interest for long and give her what she craves in a relationship.
That is, until she meets her new neighbor’s boss. Ian Sawyer stopped
believing in ‘soul-mates’ after his fiancee walked out the door ten years
ago without a backwards glance. Now, he needs for a woman to spell out
exactly what she wants from him. When he starts to fall for the woman he’s
protecting, he can’t help but wonder when she’ll realize that love is not
enough for a lifetime of happiness. When trouble knocks on Angie’s front
door, she puts her life in Ian’s hands. His security team is determined to
keep her alive at all costs, but will someone die in her place? And when
the smoke clears, will Angie walk out of Ian’s life forever? Warning – 18+
Contains elements of BDSM, hot sex and even hotter Doms!

 

Universal Amazon Link – http://hyperurl.co/auqa3z

B&N – http://smarturl.it/BNHA

iTunes – http://smarturl.it/HAibooks

Kobo – http://smarturl.it/HAkobo

Other sites –

https://www.books2read.com/u/3yPLKV

 

Waiting For Him: Trident Security Book 3

 

The Sexy Six-Pack returns with more teamwork, more suspense, and, most of
all, more hot and steamy romance!
51ivYomr5HL._AC_US160_.jpg

 

Twelve years ago, eighteen-year-old Ben ‘Boomer’ Michaelson’s world had
fallen apart. Not only had his best friend, Alex Maier, been killed, but
Alex’s family had perished as well, including his seventeen-year-old
sister, Katerina. The car accident occurred less than thirty-six hours
after Ben and Kat had declared their love for each other, leaving him
devastated at the loss of the only woman who’d ever held his heart in her
hands.

 

After spending the past twelve years with her father in the Witness
Protection Program, Kat finds herself all alone in the world. The last
thing she wants to do is put her high-school sweetheart in danger, but he’s
the only person she has left who she trusts with her life. They need to
find out who is after her and why. She just hopes they are both still alive
when the mystery is solved.

 

Ben, now a former Navy SEAL working for a private security company, is
shocked to find his new client is a ghost from his past. He knows he can’t
refuse to help her, but when it’s over, he will have to let her go. She
deserves better than the man he’s become.

 

Will Ben and Kat survive? Or will he once again have to bury the only woman
he’s ever loved?

 

Universal Amazon Link – http://hyperurl.co/5k3ud9

B&N – http://smarturl.it/WFHBN

iTunes – http://smarturl.it/WFHiBooks

Kobo – http://smarturl.it/WFHKobo

Other sites –

https://www.books2read.com/u/baPgDq

 

Not Negotiable: A Trident Security Series Novella – Book 3.5

 

Shelby Whitman beat cancer several years ago, but the resulting physical
and emotional damage left her feeling like less than a real woman. The
comfort she found in the BDSM community brightened her world again,
however, she kept the Doms at a distance. Play was fine. Relationships were
not. And that was fine until Master Parker caught her eye. Now, her cancer
has returned and she refuses to be a burden to anyone…especially the one
man who has crawled his way into her heart.

 

Parker Christiansen has craved the perky sub for as long as he can
remember, but Shelby has refused to negotiate a scene with him and he has
no idea why. When he finds out she is secretly going through chemotherapy,
he insists that she move in with him. She needs a Dom to take care of her
and he is more than up for the task.

 

Can Parker convince Shelby that he loves her no matter what and if they
only have this time together, they should make the best of it?

 

18+ Adult Content.

 

Universal Amazon Link – http://hyperurl.co/g039ct

B&N – http://smarturl.it/NNBN

iBooks – http://smarturl.it/NNibooks

Kobo – http://smarturl.it/NNKobo

Other venues –

https://www.books2read.com/u/mYRlyW

 

Topping the Alpha: Trident Security Series Book 4
51S32egi0IL.jpg

Trident Security operative, Jake Donovan, has been a member of the BDSM
lifestyle since his teenage years. Starting as a submissive, he eventually
became a Dom, but a brutal incident, years ago, changed Jake’s life
forever. Unable to shake the ghosts of his past, he’s avoided giving his
heart to anyone for sixteen years. Until Nick.

 

Navy SEAL, Nick Sawyer, knew it was probably a bad idea to get involved
with his brothers’ friend and employee, but there was something about Jake
that drew him in. While his brothers also owned a private BDSM club, The
Covenant, Nick never understood what attracted people to the lifestyle. He
had nothing against it, but it just wasn’t for him. Until Jake.

 

An old missing person’s case has Jake running to rescue a teenage girl and
Nick volunteers to watch his back. But when things go awry, Jake must
confront his past, before he can ever think about a future…one that,
hopefully, includes Nick.

 

18+ Adult Content.

 

Universal Amazon Link – http://hyperurl.co/lt26j6

B&N – http://smarturl.it/TTABN

Kobo – http://smarturl.it/TTAKobo

iBooks – http://smarturl.it/TTAiBooks

Other venues –

https://www.draft2digital.com/book/216592

 

Watching From the Shadows: Trident Security Book 5

WFTS.jpg

Sexy Six-Pack is back! Retired Navy SEAL, Marco DeAngelis is now an
operative at Trident Security. He’s also a Dominant in the BDSM lifestyle.
After a neglected childhood, he is determined to stay single and childless
for the rest of his life. But unbeknownst to him, one night of shared grief
and comfort with his deceased sister’s best friend changes that forever.
Harper Williams had always found her best friend’s brother attractive and
the more she got to know him, the more she liked him. But Marco has made it
perfectly clear a wife and children aren’t for him, even if he no longer
has a say in the latter. If he didn’t want to be involved in his child’s
life, then that was his problem. When Harper is left unconscious after a
violent home invasion, the two are thrown back together and become
embroiled in a web of lies and deceit of someone else’s making. Will they
lose their baby…and their lives? The Trident Security Series – Leather
& Lace (Devon & Kristen) His Angel (Ian & Angie) Waiting For
Him (Boomer & Kat) Not Negotiable – A Novella (Parker & Shelby)
Topping the Alpha (Jake & Nick)

 

Universal Amazon Link –


http://smarturl.it/wftsamazon

B&N –

http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/watching-from-the-shadows-eve-arroyo/1125580144?ean=2940157237752

iBooks –

http://smarturl.it/wftsibooks

Kobo –

http://smarturl.it/wftskobo

Other venues –

http://books2read.com/u/bOrWnJ

 

Remember Book 1 is Free

 

About the Author

41MtqFGePCL._UX250_.jpg

Samantha A. Cole is a retired policewoman and former paramedic who is
thrilled to add author to her list of exciting careers. She has lived her
entire life in the suburbs of New York City and is looking forward to
becoming a snow-bird between New York and Florida someday. Her two
fur-babies, Jinx and Bella, keep her company and remind their mom to take a
break from writing every once in a while to go for a walk, which is the
best way to deal with a stubborn case of writer’s block.

 

An avid reader since childhood, Samantha was often found with a book in
hand and sometimes one in each. After being gifted with a stack of romance
novels from her grandmother, her love affair with the genre began in her
teens. Many years later, she discovered her love for writing stories was
just as strong. Taking her life experiences and training, she strives to
find the perfect mix of suspense and romance for her readers to enjoy.

 

While the original planned stories for the Trident Security series have
been completed, the seven novels and two novellas have brought many
opportunities for Samantha to spread her wings and bring her readers more
characters and stories to love. Look for her upcoming Trident Security
Omega Team series, Doms of The Covenant Novella series, Blackhawk Security
series, and more from the Malone Brothers series, in addition to several
stand alone projects.

 

You can stalk her on the following:

 

Facebook

The Sexy Six-Pack Sirens Facebook Group

BookBub

 

Twitter
Youtube Instagram
Pinterest

 

Website

Goodreads

Subscribe to her newsletter

 

Advertisements

Blog Tour w/ Review: Uncovering Camila by Vivian Winslow

Book: Uncovering Camila

Author: Vivian Winslow

Genre: Contemporary Romance


Synopsis


Camila Cohen is a highly ambitious and driven third-year NYU law student who works as a part-time bartender to help pay her way through school. She prefers no-strings attached relationships, afraid that anything serious could get in the way of her goals. But when chef Eliseo Perez ditches her for a job in Miami, she realizes even a casual arrangement can leave you feeling burned. Just as Camila’s close to accepting a position at the high-powered law firm of Sullivan & Moore (more appropriately known by its initials, S & M), her uncle Arthur, the head of the Cohen Real Estate dynasty, makes a proposal that compels Camila to question the career path she’d always assumed would be right for her. As she attempts to balance her busy final year of law school with her bartending job, what should have been a random Tinder date for a hot hook-up leads to something unexpected. Meeting the incredibly brilliant and handsome Marshall James forces Camila to face her greatest fears and realize that creating a life for herself means making decisions that could potentially hurt the ones she loves.
Buy Links

Amy’s Review:

4 Stars!!!!

I get so excited when I see a email from Vivian Winslow informing me of a new book. I have been following her since her first novella released and get excited to read her newest releases. All her books are about very strong and independent women. Women who take no shit from men and can do it without a man. I love women like that. Camila was no different. She had her life in motion and didn’t need a man to fill up her time. She was okay with how things were. That is until Marshall shows up.

Thanks to Camila’s cousin she meets Marshall. Tall, dark and handsome, he is smart as a whip and is the perfect match for Camila. There are a lot of ups and downs, moving forward and moving backwards but in the end it all comes together. And let’s not forget the amazing hot sex these two have. OMG! They are on fire together. HOT!

I loved seeing the Baron girls and Poppy included. I can never get enough of them and it’s always exciting to see a glimpse of how things are turning out for them and their families. I can’t wait to see what comes next.

Author Bio


Elizabeth Ann Hayes writes Romance under the pen name Vivian Winslow. Elizabeth was born in San Diego, California but has spent most of her adult life as the consummate wanderer. Her nomadic life took her abroad to Paris, Madrid, London, Hong Kong, Los Angeles, and São Paulo. After eleven moves across four continents over a span of seventeen years, her journey brought her back to New York City in 2011 where, despite the chaotic pace, she’s managed to make it home for herself and her family.
Since 2014, Elizabeth has published nine novellas in her Gilded Flower Trilogies as well as two installments of Wildflowers, a New Adult series of standalone novels. These contemporary romance books are female-driven with strong, beautiful and intelligent women as well as diverse characters, reflecting her own multi-cultural heritage.


Social Links
Sexcerpt
Camila turns her body to face Marshall. Lifting her hand, she runs a finger down the side of his face. He catches her hand and trails kisses around her palm. From there he runs his tongue up her index finger and sucks. He continues to suck on her fingers relentlessly, each one stirring her craving for sex even more than the last. She smiles to herself. This dare will be far easier than I thought.
She sits astride Marshall on the bench, careful not to tear her dress. “You sure about this?” He asks.
“Why do you ask?” Camila rubs his cock from outside his trousers. “You want to hear me say that I want to be with you?”
“Yeah, I do,” he replies before crushing his lips against Camila’s. Like last time, this kiss blows her away with its intensity, as he alternates between tender caresses and biting her bottom lip. Unlike last time, there’s an undercurrent of desperation behind it because they both know the weekend will end and their City lives will resume, where neither one will be able to touch the other. Somehow that prospect of it ending before it even begins drives them further into the moment, passion superseding all reason and doubt.
Camila doesn’t speak right away. She wants her kisses to speak her desire for her. For her tongue to find his and to stroke it the way he stroked her pussy that morning in her apartment. She brings her hands to his face, gripping him with the intensity of a lover who’s saying both hello and good-bye. It’s truly liberating to own this level of freedom with someone knowing that the present is all they have. She can feel his erection grow and press against her cunt, growing slicker with every kiss and lick against her lips. Camila draws his left hand under her dress so he can feel her desire.
Marshall moans into the next kiss, taking her deeper as he buries two fingers inside of Camila. She cries out silently, only a jagged breath shattering the stillness around them. Time has literally ceased to exist in this moment between the two lovers as they continue to climb toward their mutual pleasure. Camila lowers the zipper of his pants, freeing his cock. Marshall hisses as she begins to stroke him. What he wouldn’t give to feel himself inside her warm mouth right now. He groans as he bites down on Camila’s lips, remembering how it felt when she took him deep inside her. He starts to penetrate Camila faster. He wants to fuck her this way and so many others right here on this bench. How perfect and poetic to have someone like Camila on the Baron estate where he’d lost his virginity to Dahlia, the eldest of the twin daughters, all those years ago in the pool house. To bring such light to a place that represents so many memories from his past fills him with such a sense of peace he doesn’t want it to end.
Marshall takes out his fingers and licks them before putting them in Camila’s mouth. She sucks on them hard. The idea that these fingers were just inside her pussy drives her further into her lust. She lowers herself over his cock, prepared for how deep he would go and how far it would stretch her. This time her eyes are open, watching the look of pleasure on his face as she takes him fully.
His moan is louder than it should be, but neither of them cares. She rides him slowly this time, with greater purpose than before. Each time, she wants to feel him deep inside her, and he wants to savor it too. Marshall pulls Camila tight to him, burying his groans into her mouth, his kisses conveying a warmth and gratitude for tonight, for that morning in her apartment, and for feeling so fucking good at this moment.
He buries his face in her breasts as he continues to thrust into her. Her cries match his. Both are so close to coming, but neither of them is ready to. The reality after the fact will hit them both, and they want to push it away as long as they can. Marshall wraps his arms around her tighter, unable to edge any longer. “I’m going to come,” he whispers.
Camila nods as she rides him harder, lifting herself off, and slamming down so she feels it in her G-spot. She draws a deep breath, finally reaching that deep abyss as Marshall stops thrusting and lets himself go.
Giveaway

v\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);}
o\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);}
w\:* {behavior:url(#default#VML);}
.shape {behavior:url(#default#VML);}

/* Style Definitions */
table.MsoNormalTable
{mso-style-name:”Table Normal”;
mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0;
mso-tstyle-colband-size:0;
mso-style-noshow:yes;
mso-style-priority:99;
mso-style-parent:””;
mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt;
mso-para-margin-top:0cm;
mso-para-margin-right:0cm;
mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt;
mso-para-margin-left:0cm;
line-height:115%;
mso-pagination:widow-orphan;
font-size:11.0pt;
font-family:Calibri;
mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri;
mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri;
mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin;
mso-ansi-language:EN-US;}

 

Release Blitz & Review: The Road That Leads To Us By Michalea Spletzer

Title: The Road That Leads To Us
Series: Us Series (standalone)
Author: Micalea Smeltzer
 Release Date: October 27, 2015
Blurb

Things are about to get rocky for Dean Wentworth and Willow Wade.

Willow Wade is used to living in the spotlight, with her father a famous drummer in the band Willow Creek—her namesake—it’s been a lot to live up to and oftentimes she doesn’t feel she’s enough. But there has always been one person she could turn to.

Dean Wentworth knows a thing or two about how crippling a name can be. His family is worth billions after all. But Dean’s always been content to do his own thing. Play his guitar. Work on cars. And geek out to his various “nerdoms”.

But when Willow turns up unexpectedly, he realizes maybe there is more in life he wants.

Her. 

One trip will change their lives forever.

Purchase Links
AMAZON US / UK

Trailer

Excerpt

Those bitches were gonna die.

That was a horrible thing to say about my so-called ‘friends’—and I used the word friends loosely, because true friends wouldn’t ditch you the day of your scheduled road trip because they’d rather be sunbathing in the Hamptons.

The fucking Hamptons.

Ew.

I mean, how clichéd could you get.

This was why I hated rich people.

It also sucked that I was one of those rich people.

Well, I wasn’t, but my dad was.

So by extension so was I.

When you grew up with a rock star for a dad, cameras and eyes followed you everywhere. It was exhausting.

I couldn’t just be Willow.

I was Willow Wade.

The daughter of the famous drummer Maddox Wade.

People expected greatness from me.

I just wanted to graduate college without slitting my wrists.

Author Bio

Micalea
Smeltzer is a bestselling Young and New Adult author from Winchester, Virginia.
She’s always working on her next book, and when she has spare time she loves to
read and spend time with her family.

Author Links

The Road That Leads To Us (Us, #1)The Road That Leads To Us by Micalea Smeltzer
My rating: 5 of 5 stars

MIchalea Smeltzer manages to completely capture the coming of age angst with Willow and Dean. Willow is a strong willed, opinionated, passionate woman, who is just starting to find herself. Dean is strong enough to support Willow, encourage her dreams and keep her grounded. Growing up, Willow & Dean were always together. As they grew up, they slowly saw less of each other, drifting apart. One frustrating day, one impulse decision leads to the road trip across the country that will forever change them and the way they see the rest of the world. Along the way, they meet people who touch their heart and open their minds.

This is the perfect book to curl up with. It’s easy to get lost in the laughter, the adventurous spirit of being young. There are moments when your heart breaks, when the tears well up. The Road That Leads to Us really leads you on a journey that will leave you thinking, dreaming and wanting so much more.

View all my reviews

Release Blitz: The Only One for Her by Carlie Sexton

TOOFHRBBanner

TOOFH_6x9_Ebook

9006a-add-to-goodreads-button31

button synopsis

When is a heart too broken to fix?

Just days before his wedding, handsome, successful entrepreneur, Trace Michaels, finds out his love wasn’t enough. With a broken heart, Trace lands in Maui, hoping to find solace in the beautiful island.

What he finds is beauty, but in the form of an alluring, grieving woman. One he feels an instant and inescapable attraction to.

Young widow, Lindy Bernard, had her heart broken when her husband died. In Maui to reluctantly close a chapter in her life, she suddenly finds herself in the arms of a drop-dead, gorgeous Adonis. After his relentless pursuit, Lindy and Trace begin to find healing…only to have that endangered by a secret threatening to tear them apart.

All is not what it seems in Trace’s company, and it seems one woman has set out to ruin him. Can he juggle the odious plots against him while chasing the woman of his heart? Will she wait or are some hearts too broken to be fixed?

button excerpt

I couldn’t get the image of Lindy out of my mind—her long, golden hair waving in the breeze. The black halter dress, which showed off her gorgeous form. When I grabbed her to stop her from falling in, the feel of her body against mine had begun something to me. I felt the need to protect her. A desire to know her. It was the strangest thing that had ever happened to me. I hadn’t felt overpowered with emotion like this before. It wasn’t just physical attraction. Something about Lindy just called to me. My heart had gone out to her and when she walked away, she somehow took my heart with her., I wanted to know everything about her, but I’d only gotten her name.

buy links

AMAZON US I AMAZON UK I BARNES & NOBLE I iBOOKS

button About the author

I have always had a passion for reading my entire life. I love it so that I dedicated my life to educating children. As a teacher, I have had the profound pleasure of teaching children to read and explore their imaginations through a good book. Just recently I decided to write a story that had been on my mind. Now I have several that I want to turn into additional books. Writing has become a passion that I dearly love.

I live with my handsome husband in Southern California. We enjoy the relaxed lifestyle that California provides. We have two beautiful dogs, but on children.

button author links

FACEBOOK I TWITTER I WEBSITE

Tour Host OUAA

Book Blitz: Hexed Hearts by Becca Vincenza

HexedHeartBlitzBanner1

Hexed Hearts by Becca Vincenza
Publication date: April 2015
Genres: New Adult, Paranormal

HexedHearts

Colette had known all her life that she was half human and half werewolf. She had no expectations of a life filled with love and adventure.

Everything changed on her 21st birthday. A curse casted by witches centuries ago set things in motion, things she could have never imagined. A past that Colette has no clue about has come back to steal her away.

When Hunter, her destined but very unexpected mate, arrives, she is at a complete loss. She must learn to forget an old love and how to make room for a new love.

The curse is being recast and Colette must stop it in order to save the wolves, all the while finding who she really is.

Purchase:

Excerpt

Hunter tight black pants. I could see the contours of his strong, thick thighs. My eyes trailed up he was wearing the gray shirt that I had stolen from him when he left.

Hunter leaned against his motorcycle. He held bulky black helmet with an open face. When I looked up at his eyes, I saw the smile there.

“No. No way,” I stuttered and backed away from him. While my tone was light, a touch of fear and excitement rushed through me.

“Yes,” Hunter moved quickly and stood in front of me in the matter of seconds.

“This is pay back, isn’t it?”

“I thought all girls had a motorcycle fetish? Hoping for that bad boy with a bike,” Hunter said with a half-smile. He was enjoying this entirely too much.

“No, most girls are stupid and don’t realize those things are death traps. And I shudder to think how many bugs will meet their untimely demise in my mouth!”

Hunter raised his eyebrows at me and held the helmet hovering over my head.

“You’re part wolf and you’re with me. I’m your mate. I’d never do anything that would put you in danger.”

“Fine,” I grumbled. “Still doesn’t solve the bug problem.”

Hunter placed the bulky helmet on my head and moved to snap the clasp beneath my chin. I lifted my head up for him. When I looked into his eyes, I saw the contentment in them. His beard was trimmed. For me? How nice.  I watched as the lines in his face soften as he worked.

“If you keep looking at me like that I’ll never finish.”

His eyes flickered up to mine and a blush stole across my cheeks. I was paying too much attention to his lips and I forgot everything else. It felt silly, seeing how much time I’d spent with him, but butterflies took flight in my stomach. My nerves felt like they were on fire.

Becca_

Becca Vincenza lives in wonderful Michigan. She has a love for Skittles, rainbows, Star Wars, and reading about hot men. When she’s not wearing her author hat, she’s working to pay off her student loans for her recently acquired English degree.

She recently released the first book in her Rebirth Series and is set to release the second book before the beginning of summer.

You can find Becca around the internet at these sites:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/beccavincenza
Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscombecca_vincenza
Website: http://beccavincenzaauthor.wordpress.com/

**a Rafflecopter giveaway**

ButtonXBT

Release Day: Always Yours, Baby by Airicka Phoenix

Banner 3.2

Today is the release day blitz for ALWAYS YOURS, BABY by Airicka Phoenix. This is a new adult, standalone novel that is the 4th book in The Baby Saga. Check out the materials below for buy links, an excerpt, and a giveaway!

The Baby Saga 14(1)

AlwaysYours

Title: Always Yours, Baby
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Genre: NA Contemporary Romance
Series: The Baby Saga
Series Number: #4

Image and video hosting by TinyPic

BOOK BLURB:

How could someone so pure want filth like him?

Damon Comb was no stranger to pain, hunger, loneliness, and abandonment. Being given a family that would die for one another didn’t erase six years of torture. It didn’t take away the nightmares. She did. She was everything someone like him should never be allowed. She was goodness and strength and she made him human.

How could someone so broken complete her?

Willa McClain had it all, a family that adored each other, the love of an entire town and a future she worked her butt off to get. But all she wanted was the boy with the sad blue eyes and the crooked smile. He was her best friend, her protector and the only one who really understood her.

How could a love like theirs be extinguished?

But nothing ever lasted forever. Damon knew better than anyone how quickly the tides could change. Can he keep his past at bay before it consumes the only light in his dark world? Can he finally tell Willa the truth, or will his fears tear them apart forever?

How could love so strong ever fail?

couple in love on the beach in autumnThe Baby Saga Twitter Banner 2

EXCERPT:

She beamed, but it didn’t go all the way to her eyes like it normally would. There were lingering fingers of shadow along the edges that prickled his attention.

“What?”

“Does it feel different?” she asked.

He hooked her hair with a finger and dragged them back behind her ear.

“Does what feel different?”

“Us,” she whispered. “I feel like it should feel different, but I feel the same.”

He hummed quietly, knowing full well what she meant.

“How do you want to feel?”

“Like this,” she said immediately, eyes growing urgent. “I love the way I feel when I’m with you. I don’t ever want that to change. But I have been so scared for so long that I just … I wasn’t expecting to feel exactly how I always felt.”

He let his fingers ghost along the elegant curve of her brow, down the lines of her face to the hollow of her cheek. He watched as her eyes closed and her head tilted into the touch.

“How have you always felt?” he wondered, his voice constricting with the band that had tightened around his chest at the simple gesture.

“Loved.” Her eyes opened and met his. “Wanted, happy, excited. A little sad.”

He felt his muscles stiffen at the confession. “Why sad?”

“Because I know one lifetime with you won’t be enough and it kills me.” Her eyes bore into his, reflecting the fear she spoke of. “I can’t lose you, Damon. I’d never survive.”

He kissed her gently on the mouth with one hand lifting up to cup the back of her head. He pulled back a second later before caution could be thrown to the winds and he started something he would be powerless to stop.

“You will never lose me,” he promised. “I won’t ever let that happen.”

Teaser 3 Twitter Banner 1

BUY LINKS:

For a limited time you can get ALWAYS YOURS, BABY, and the rest of The Baby Saga for just .99¢ each!

Image and video hosting by TinyPic

Teaser 8

PURCHASE THE PREVIOUS BOOKS IN THE SERIES

11281607_830881326995630_134591711_o

Forever His Baby *Sloan & Lily* (Book 1):

Amazon us: http://goo.gl/syIa8C

iBooks: http://goo.gl/lOZ7RW

Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/Q6GRZB

Smashwords: http://goo.gl/nqrsaH

Bye-Bye Baby *Cole & Beth* (Book 2):

Amazon us: http://goo.gl/5uX19t

iBooks: http://goo.gl/QydkSn

Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/CZIFA3

Smashwords: http://goo.gl/M2Dutw

Be My Baby *Calla & Jared* (Book 3):

Amazon us: http://goo.gl/nDgRIa

iBooks: http://goo.gl/H88IMk

Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/EWpDvs

Smashwords: http://goo.gl/7EU3BW

Teaser 6

a Rafflecopter giveaway
AUTHOR INFORMATION:

Airicka PhoenixBIO:

Airicka Phoenix is a romance junkie with an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also a prolific author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance addicts who love bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.

When she’s not hard at work bleeding words onto paper, Airicka can be found cuddling with her family, reading, watching TV shows, or just finding excuses not to do chores.

Be the first for giveaways, teasers and upcoming releases by joining Airicka’s newsletter on her website www.AirickaPhoenix.com

AUTHOR LINKS:

Website: www.AirickaPhoenix.com

Newsletter: http://eepurl.com/VgLqD

Facebook: http://goo.gl/eYXrrh

Twitter: http://goo.gl/yoVWYF (@AirickaPhoenix)

Goodreads: http://goo.gl/HGVszf

Google+: http://goo.gl/wgdslQ

Instagram: http://goo.gl/QRmqdy

Pinterest: http://goo.gl/Y5AOQq
Amazon: http://goo.gl/Nq57nJ

z-InkSlinger Blogger

Release Day: The Voyeur Next Door by Airicka Phoenix

Title: The Voyeur Next Door
Author: Airicka Phoenix    
Genre: NA Contemporary Erotic
*Warnings: Strong sexual content & language. (18+ Only)*
Release Date: April 27, 2015

Blurb:

He lived next door.Alison Eckrich was an expert at being invisible. Having been raised by a mother who saw only flaws, she had learned long ago to watch and never participate. Until him. He was gorgeous from what little she could make out through his bathroom window and he awakened things inside her she had always been told was wrong. But she didn’t care.

She was addicted.

Gabriel Madoc was no stranger to the cold sting of betrayal. His broken heart had left him hard and bitter and that was how he liked it. Until her. She was a vision in the soft twilight. Everything about her called to him. It didn’t even matter he couldn’t see her face.

He wanted her.

The rules were simple: No names. No faces. No attachments. They both had what the other needed so long as they never broke the rules. But what will happen when the mystery is unveiled and they both come face to face with the truth and each other? Is what they shared in the cloak of darkness enough to keep them together, or will reality tear them apart?

FB Release Party: https://www.facebook.com/events/808116989263187/




Chapter One

Ali
“God, baby, I need you inside me so bad…” My husky moan fogged the glass, obscuring my view of the deep fried and smothered in chocolate goodness just one creepy glass lick away from being all mine. “But I can’t let you control my life anymore.”
The pimply faced adolescent on the other side of the counter fidgeted uncomfortably, clearly disturbed by my affections, and possibly the drool marks I was leaving on his pristine display case.
“Ma’am?”
Giving the pastry one final glance of longing, I turned to him. “Just tea. Decaf because I apparently hate myself.”
Still looking nervous—maybe he was afraid I would start making out with the register next—he punched in my order, muttered off my total and then scurried off to grab me a pretty white cup and fill it with hot water. I set my money down and waited, all the while casting furtive peeks at the Boston cream pastry eyeing me back with a seductive, chocolaty glaze that all but whispered all the ways it could make me feel muy mucho goodo because that was how all my dirty fantasies started—with my food sounding like Antonio Banderas.
My water and teabag were set on the counter and nudged towards me the way lions were fed at the zoo—with a long stick poking their meals in under a steel cage door. Only the stick was his finger and the counter was the only thing keeping him safe from my all out crazy. My money was swept into a sweaty palm and tossed carelessly into the register. The drawer was slammed shut. Then there was nothing left for me to do but leave. Yet my weakness took that moment to nearly win; I started to open my mouth to order the pastry anyway, to portray that fuck it attitude I only pretended I possessed. But who was I kidding? It would never be just the one and my ass could do without the extra pounds.
Dejected, I took my disgusting drink and shuffled off to find a table somewhere within the air conditioned heaven. No one wanted to sit outside when it was hot enough to fry bacon. But most of the tables in the small café were full by drone-eyed squatters slumped over their laptops and cappuccinos.
Bastards.
Moving quickly down the line leading all the way to the door, I bee-lined for the only available table out on the shaded patio. My scalding water sloshed in the cup, but stayed stubbornly within the confines of the ceramic.
The moment I shouldered open the doors, I knew I’d made a mistake getting tea; it was just too damn hot.
I glanced back over my shoulder at the line. Nope. No way was I standing in that death trap a second time, not even for a Frappuccino with whipped cream and chocolate syrup, which was what I had originally gone in to get, except the beautifully athletic woman ahead of me had ordered a soy, low fat, no foam, something-something-something latte and the guilt had been too much. When the boy had fixed me with those judgy little eyes, I had balked and let myself be swayed by peer pressure and shame.
Resigned, I went to the table and sat. I stuffed my purse into the seat next to me and wondered how to drink my tea without sweating to death. I started by dropping my teabag into the water and watching as dark tendrils escaped and tainted the clear liquid. I adjusted my glasses as they began to slide down my sweaty nose and squinted at all the blinding brightness around me.
The café sat in the middle of a semi busy street catering mostly to restaurants and coffee shops and the occasional art studio. I wasn’t normally a coffee drinker and art made no sense to me, but I liked people. More importantly, I liked watching them … secretly … from a very great distance so as not to have to interact. People fascinated me. The things they did half the time made me question just how much chemicals and hormones really went into our food. But the problem with the artsy part of town was that it was very shiny. Everything gleamed. There were lights everywhere and everyone was dressed in bold, flashy colors that hurt the brain.
Me, in my long black skirt and baggy blouse melded with the décor. I could never pull off bold and sexy. Hell, I couldn’t even pull off one of those. Most days, my face would be lucky to see makeup, just because it was time taken away from something less pointless. No guy that didn’t require coke bottle glasses would ever look in my direction twice. Everything about me was all the things most men never noticed in a woman, unless they were into lobotomizing their dates. I just didn’t have the right looks to get men excited. It was a fact I had come to accept. Me and my lowly little decaf cup of tea.
“Rats!”
The exclamation was followed by the ripping sound of paper and the thud of things striking pavement. I twisted around in my seat just as an elderly man dropped down next to his torn bag of groceries. Pedestrians flocked around him, parting like the Red Sea to avoid stepping on him, or his things. But no one stopped to give him a hand as he scrambled to scoop items off the ground.
Abandoning my untouched drink, I hurried from my seat and dropped down next to him. My hands closed around a bag of apples, a tray of fresh chicken breasts and several cans of corn. I hugged them to my chest as he dumped his armload into the torn paper bag.
“Here,” I said, pulling the bag to me and emptying my things inside as well.
There was a stalk of celery and a carton of eggs that had upended on the sidewalk. I managed to salvage the celery. But the eggs had already begun to sizzle against the concrete.
“I think your eggs are toast,” I told him, stuffing the celery into the bag. “Or fried eggs, I guess.”
The man sighed. “Figures. That’s what I get for getting them free range eggs for about ten dollars more.”
It was a struggle not to laugh at the disgruntled huff.
“I think I have a plastic bag in my purse,” I said instead. “We might be able to fit all of this into it.”
Taking the bag from him, I walked back to my table and dragged my purse over. I opened the first pocket and rummaged inside.
The man shuffled up beside me and whistled. “Now, I’ve seen some crazy purses women carry around, but that right there is a doozy.”
My purse really was unique. When I first found it, it had only had the one big pocket and the one tiny pocket sewn into the inside. By the time I finished with it, it had about twenty pockets in various shapes and sizes and they all carried something. I had everything from a tiny sewing kit, to a paperback novel nestled inside. There were packets of tissue, gum, a small set of screw drivers, several zip ties, different sizes of Ziploc bags. and even a flashlight. I had everything a person could possibly need for just about any occasion. Because of all that, the bag was actually kind of heavy, which came in handy if I ever had to hit someone, which hadn’t happened yet, but I was hopeful.
“I like being prepared,” I told him. “Here we go!” Shaking out the plastic bag, I slid the paper one into it and held it out to the man. “There you are.”
The man squinted at me with one brown eye. The other one was screwed shut against the sun and he had to cup a gnarled hand over his brows to see me properly.
He had to be in his late seventies with big, child-like eyes and a kind face that immediately made a person like him. What little hair he had was combed over the wide bald patch on his head and looked as fine as a baby’s. His frail body was tucked into a pair of beige trousers and a checkered top that was buttoned all the way to his throat.
“What’s your name?” he asked.
Still holding the bag, I smiled. “Alison Eckrich.” I held out my free hand. “Everyone calls me Ali.”
He took it in a surprisingly firm handshake. “Earl Madoc.” He let my hand go and squinted some more. “Listen, Ali, you wouldn’t mind helping an old man get his groceries home, would you? My arthritis is just killing me today.” He rubbed his contorted hand, working the stiff muscles with a grimace deepening his wrinkles. “I live about a block down that way. I would pay you for your troubles.”
I waved away the offer. I was done with the whole fresh air thing and would have probably gone home anyway. Walking him would have been no skin off my nose, especially since he was walking in the same general direction.
I grabbed my purse, threw the strap around my shoulders, and took up his bag of groceries once more.
“Lead the way, Earl.”
Offering me a kind smile, he started forward at a shuffle-limp, like his right leg had been injured at some point and hadn’t recovered properly. I wasn’t sure if that was the case, or if it was just age, but I wondered why he didn’t walk with a cane if it hurt him as much as it seemed to. I didn’t ask. I figured whatever the reason was, it was his business.
We walked in silence for several steps and stopped at the lights.
“So what do you do, Ali Eckrich?” Earl asked as the lights changed and we started across.
“I am currently between jobs,” I replied around a tight curl of my lips. “I just moved here, so actually I’m kind of still looking.”
“No kidding.” He scratched his jaw dusted with a fine layer of white bristle. The sound reminded me of sandpaper. “Where did you move from?”
“Portland, Oregon,” I answered.
Earl’s eyes went wide. “An American!”
I laughed. “No, I was only there for school. I’m originally from Alberta.”
“What did you study?”
I pulled in a breath that smelled of fried hotdogs from the cart we passed and asphalt from the construction crew working on the roads a street down.
“I have my bachelor’s degree in business administration.”
Earl whistled through his teeth. “That’s fancy.”
“Four years,” I confessed.
“And they didn’t teach that here at the schools in Canada?”
I laughed at that. It was the same comment I got from my sister when I initially got accepted to the University of Portland. But at least she had known the real reason behind my need to get as far away from home as possible. Earl didn’t need to and I didn’t need to tell him.
“It was a growing experience,” I said, using my fall back response to most things.
“So you’re good with the books and things of a business.”
I shrugged. “Yes, and marketing and finances.”
“Interesting.” He scratched his jaw again. “Do you know anything about filing?”
“Filing?”
“Organizing,” he corrected.
I had to shrug at that. “I guess. Depends on what it is.”
We turned a corner and started down Pine Street. For a split second, I almost stopped, thinking I was inadvertently leading the poor guy back to my house. But Earl kept shuffling onward and I hurried to keep up.
“I just moved to this street,” I said. “My apartment is further down.”
“Yeah? My grandson did, too,” Earl said.
I started to ask where, when Earl veered left, hobbling his way towards a large, badly painted building that was impregnating the whole street with a powerful stench of motor grease, metal, and sweat. The rusty sign bolted over the trio of wide garage doors spelled, Madoc Auto Body Repair. The bay doors were all open to the bright afternoon. Two were empty. The middle one had a car hoisted on a lift. A man in a blue jumpsuit stood in the trench underneath with a handheld work light.
“It’s all right,” Earl called out to me when he realized I wasn’t following him. “This here has been in the family for near four generations.”
Curiosity perked, I knuckled my glasses back up the bridge of my nose and shuffled after him. Up close, the smell did not improve.
The man beneath the Pontiac banged on the underside of the car with a wrench; the sound swallowed the hum of jazz spilling from the boom box perched on the red toolbox next to the car. I watched him even as I followed Earl up a set of stairs built into the side of the garage, leading into what appeared to be an office cut out of gray stone slabs. It was impossible to tell what was hidden beneath the towers of paper that were layered over every available flat surface. There was another set of doors straight across, painted a harsh yellow that led to what looked like stairs going up. Earl stopped at the bottom, gripping the railing bolted into the side and leaned against the wall, his face flushed.
“The kitchen is straight up,” he panted slightly. “I’d show you, but that heat just about did me in and I can’t trust myself on them stairs right now.”
Concerned by the sheen of sweat glistening across his brow, I tossed a frantic glance over the room. I caught sight of a swiveling chair poking out from beneath the papers and hurried over to it. The wheels grated against the concrete as I shoved it to where Earl half slumped against the wall.
“Here.” I guided him into it. “Why don’t you sit down and I’ll get you some water?”
Earl smiled at me. “You are such a sweet little thing.”
“Will you be okay if I run up?”
He waved me away as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.
Not wanting to leave him alone for longer than I had to, I hurried up the stairs, grocery bag in tow. At the top, I paused as the loft-style space came into view. The layout was straightforward with a bedroom set in one corner beneath a grand, bay window. At the foot of it, was a sitting area equipped with a leather sofa, recliner and TV. Across from that was a kitchenette and a bathroom on my right. I moved towards the kitchen. I ran the tap and occupied myself by shoving the groceries into the fridge while I waited for the water to get cold.
“Who are you?”
The pack of chicken breasts slipped out of my hands with my undignified squeak of fright and hit the top of my sandaled foot. I whirled around to confront the sudden explosion of words from behind me. The booming voice was male, but it was the volume of it, the sheer weight behind the sound that prickled the skin along my spine. My hand trembled as I fidgeted with my glasses, shoving them back into place so the dark, blurry shadow looming mere feet away could come into focus.
I wasn’t blind. I could see most things without my glasses. They just weren’t very clear. Everything had a fuzzy hue around the edges. Kind of like a smudged pastel painting, exaggerating the shapes and size of people.
This guy was not exaggerated.
No less than seven feet with a frame that was clearly stolen from some lumberjack catalogue, he stood blocking my escape. I mean, I could have maybe done some crazy ninja lunge over the counter, but that probably wasn’t going to happen. Instead, I stood there, slack-jawed, staring at the mountain man glowering back at me with a suspicion one would normally reserve for diamond thieves and those bitches who steal all the bikes at the gym just to sit and talk to each other.
He wore flannel, which only made my lumberjack theory all the more plausible. It was undone over a white t-shirt and form fitting jeans that hugged his lean legs the way I kind of wanted to. The hems fell over battered and really ugly boots that needed an incinerator to put them out of their misery and were frayed around the cuffs. His chest strained beneath the thin material with every breath and my gaze was drawn to the hard squares cut of his breast plates and along the wide lengths of his shoulders. The sleeves on the flannel were rolled up his toned forearms and barely concealed the raw muscles underneath.
Definitely a lumberjack.
Shit the man was hot. Screw Boston cream pastries. I’ll take two of him.
“Hello?”
Blinking, my eyes shot up to the head attached to that delicious body and my steamy fantasy bubble popped.
Thick, black hair covered his jaw and mouth in a beard. His hair was the same shade of ebony and hung uncut around his ears and over the collar of his flannel. From amongst all that hair, I could just make out piercing, intense gray eyes.
“Really?” I blurted in clear disappointment, my brain and mouth having lost communication at some point.
It was his turn to blink in surprise. He leaned over and snapped the faucet off with a smack of his palm.
“What?”
There was no helping it. My whole day was officially ruined and it was his fault.
Okay, I had no problem with men with facial hair. Sometimes, it was even hot. But not when it looked like he was going for a yearlong expedition through the Himalayan Mountains, or planned to live with bears out in the wilderness. There was a reason trimmers and razors were invented. And … Goddamn it! The dude was too hot for that shit.
“Are you lost?” he demanded when I could only stand there and silently judge him.
“I don’t know! Maybe you could loan me a compass!” I shot back. “Or a hatchet.” So I was just being crazy and I almost couldn’t blame him for his confounded scowl. I took a deep breath. “I’m Ali,” I said calmly and rationally. “I—”
“Gabriel?” Earl limped up the stairs, clutching tight to the banister until he was at the top. He looked better, I noted. The flush was gone from his face and he wasn’t panting. “I didn’t know you were here.”
Gabriel turned to the other man.
“Really?” I was amazed at how much that single question sounded like mine, full of indignant disapproval. “She’s not even half your age.”
I had not seen that coming.
“Whoa! Wait. What?”
I was ignored.
“Why do they keep getting younger?” he demanded of Earl. “You’re going to break a damn hip … again, and I’m going to have to listen while you explain to the doctor how you broke the fucking thing … again! You’re eighty years old, Grandpa!” Gabriel then rounded on me. “He’s eighty years old!”
“Dude!” I began, putting both hands up to ward off the craziness he was spewing. “I am not tapping that.” I winced and shot Earl a sheepish smile. “No offense.” I went back to glowering at Lumberjack. “So his hip is perfectly safe with me.”
Gabriel looked me over. Actually looked me over with a disbelief that was astounding. Did I have old man hooker stamped to my forehead, or something? Like seriously? I was insulted … and then he added salt to my injuries.
“I guess,” he mumbled. “Did he forget to return a book, or something? I didn’t know the library did house calls.”
How. The. Fuck. Did I go from being a hooker, to a librarian in the span of two seconds?
“Ali was kind enough to help me with my groceries,” Earl piped in before I could kick his lovely grandson in the family jewels.
Swooping down, I hefted up the pack of chicken still lying at my feet and shoved it into his gut with all the force in me. His grunt of pain was only mildly satisfying.
“I accept apologizes in written form only,” I growled through my teeth. “I like to file them under Fuckhead.”
With that, I stomped around him and started for the stairs.
“Ali, wait.” Earl hurried after me, and I only stopped for him. Otherwise, I was ready to make my grand exit, stage left. “Don’t mind Gabriel. His mother drank while she was pregnant.”
“Grandpa!”
He ignored his grandson, which amused me. I was really beginning to like Earl. Enough to sleep with him? Uh, no. But definitely enough to want to give him a high five.
“I still owe you for helping me with my groceries.”
I shook my head. “Really it’s fine. I have to get home anyway and continue the job hunt. But it was wonderful to meet you.”
“Actually!” Earl grabbed my hand before I could leave. “That’s exactly what I want to do.”
I frowned. “You want to help me job hunt?”
“Yes and no,” he answered with a chuckle. “We need someone with your expertise here at the shop and you need a job. I think we can help each other out.”
“What are you doing, Grandpa?” Gabriel demanded.
“I’m getting this place an administrative assistant,” Earl retorted. “Someone who knows how to do the books and filing, because apparently you got my brains when it comes to paperwork.”
Gabriel scowled. The guy was a professional scowler. I could tell. He was very good at his job.
“We’re doing fine,” he grumbled.
“Have you seen the office, Gabriel?” Earl countered. “I found a form the other day dating back to when the shop was first opened. We need the help.”
Gabriel seemed to chew this bit of information over, possibly literally. His face-bush kept twitching. Either that, or some unsuspecting rodent had made a home beneath that jungle.
“Fine. I’ll call someone,” he replied. “There has to be an agency, or—”
“Why when Ali’s right here?” Earl said, waving a hand at me.
Those smolderingly gray eyes darted to me and narrowed even further if possible. “You met the girl two minutes ago. How do you know she’s any good? Besides, she barely looks old enough to be out of school.”
Yeah, this guy and I would never be friends. He made me want to stab him, repeatedly, with something pointy and rusty. That didn’t make for very good friendship.
“I graduated with my bachelors last year,” I informed him sharply. “And spent the last ten months interning at one of the biggest ad companies in Portland. Trust me, I am very good at what I do.”
“And I am a very good judge of character,” Earl added. “I like Ali and since this is still my shop, I’m hiring her.”
Gabriel stared hard at his grandfather. “That’s not how this works. You need references and—”
“I’m not an idiot, Gabriel!” Earl snapped. “I’ve been doing this since before you were born. But she’s the one I want.”
It didn’t even dawn on me that I had just accepted a job at a garage. At that moment, all I wanted was to rub it in Gabriel’s smug little face. Then it hit me.
“Wait, you’re giving me a job?”
Gabriel threw his hands up. “Observant.”
I opened my mouth to tell him I was ten different belts of crazy and not afraid to use all of them on him if he kept pushing me, but Earl touched my arm.
“If you want it,” he said kindly. “It might not be all fancy, but you can start tomorrow. Bring your papers and Gabriel will go over them.”
With that, and a pat on my shoulder, he shuffled back down the stairs, leaving me alone with Mountain Man.
“Are you sleeping with him?”
Unbelievable.
“I don’t sleep with men to get what I want, Jack,” I snapped. “I’m perfectly capable of getting through life without offering my taco to every man that walks my way.”
That seemed to silence him. He watched me like I was some endangered species that just made no sense. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that. I wasn’t there for his approval. I certainly didn’t want it.
But, at the same time, I did need a job. After three months of unemployment, my savings had begun to grow a happy family of dust bunnies and I didn’t know when I would get another offer like that. Besides, it would only be temporary. I could watch my mouth and temper for a few months.
Gabriel turned his full attention on me, which meant not just his eyes, or his head, but his entire body so we were facing off. I hated that he was taller than me. Pretending to be a bad ass took extra effort when you were stuck glowering at a beautiful man chest.
“My grandfather is eighty years old,” he told me again in a deep, quiet tone. “He’s trusting of pretty faces, but I’m not. I may not have any say in who he hires, but that sure as hell won’t stop me from booting you out of here if I smell even a hint of foul play.”
“What exactly do you think I’m after?” I wondered. “And what exactly does foul play smell like?”
His gaze roamed along my frame, taking in everything from the chipped, purple nail polish on my toes to the messy knot that was my hair bun. I wasn’t sure which of that irritated him more, because his frown never shifted. He seemed to disapprove of all of me.
“Look,” I said, struggling to keep my calm when all I wanted to do was throat punch the guy for making me feel about two inches tall with just a look. “I get it. You think a woman doesn’t belong in a garage.”
“You’re right,” he said evenly. “That’s exactly what I think.”
It took me a full second to peel my jaw off the floor.
“That is the most sexist thing I have ever—”
“Do you know what women are, Ali? A liability,” he went on, ignoring my irate sputtering. “They come into a place and destroy it with the two ton bag of drama they heave around. I don’t like drama. And I don’t like trouble, which is exactly what you are.”
Any other time, any other person and I would have taken that as a compliment. As it were, his condescending bullshit pissed me off.
“And how am I trouble?” I bite out with all the composure I could scrounge up. “Is it the glasses, because I can vouch for their character?” His eyes narrowed, but I didn’t give a shit. “You know, this is why women don’t feel comfortable bringing their cars in to get checked, because of assholes like you who treat them like they’re braindead and unworthy of a fair exchange. You think just because we’re women and may not know as much about vehicles as men that we’re somehow less superior to you. Well, you know what, Jack, you can keep your fucking job. I wouldn’t work for you, with you, near you if you paid me in gold bricks.”
Whirling on my heels, I left.
I walked out of the garage without running into Earl. I briefly wondered if I should find him and thank him for the generous offer that I needed to decline, but thought better of it. I needed to get away from that asshole before I did something I might not regret later.
My apartment was a two block walk from the garage, tucked behind a towering wall of spruce trees. It sat nestled on a slight incline surrounded by Victorian homes and other smaller apartments. Mine was one of the older structures. The red brick was faded and chipped in places and the windows were the enormous panes used in lofts, but the rent was cheap and I liked the view.
The building itself had originally been two separate structures with six stories each. At some point, someone had connected the pair by a wall on either end, leaving a narrow gap in between that opened into a courtyard that was never used because realistically, it was a squished alley someone spruced up with flowerboxes. I could easily leap from my balcony into the apartment across the way … if I was Cat Woman, or a burglar. As it were, I was neither and had no desire to leap into an empty apartment. But the thing I did like to do was occasionally stand by the terrace doors and watch the lives of the people in the other building. As a person who lived on the sixth floor, dead center, I had the perfect angle to see most of what was going on in the other suites. Call me crazy, or a pervert, but most people in my position would do the same, especially since there was nowhere else to look, except to maybe count the bricks on the building. My neighbors were much more interesting.
I have always liked watching. I like seeing how people interact and behave alone and in groups. I like wondering what they’re talking about and what they’re thinking. As a child, I was the lone kid on the playground, the one that said nothing, but stared at the others as they ran and played. I was okay with that. I never cared that I wasn’t picked for teams, or asked to play skip rope. While I wasn’t some creepy shut in that liked collecting strands of my classmate’s hairs to make dolls, I didn’t go out of my way to make friends either. I still don’t. Friends are great, except I never know what to do with them. I see other people and it all seems so natural. They laugh and talk and make plans to talk and laugh some more at a later date. I would probably throw a fry at them and hope they were distracted enough not to notice me running away.
So I stayed home. When I did have to interact, I did so cautiously and tried not to make any sudden movements. Occasionally, I could even have full on conversations with people without anyone getting hurt. But I liked my solitary life. I cherished it even.
My apartment was designed by someone with no concept of measurements. Everything was done in extremes. The living room was barely big enough for a sofa, while the only bedroom was enormous. The kitchen was small, but the single bathroom could fit an entire Russian circus. The closet in the hall could have doubled as a second bedroom if it hadn’t been so narrow, while the pantry in the kitchen could barely hold a stack of towels. I was only thankful no one ever came to visit me or it would have been hard to explain why my bedroom was in the living room and why my living room was in my bedroom, or why all my food was in the closet down the hall near the bathroom and my towels were in my kitchen. It all worked fine for me, but I knew it wasn’t normal.
Tossing my keys and purse onto the glass table I kept by the front door, I kicked off my sandals and made my way into the bedroom. It was a short walk down a minute hall that split off in three separate directions. Right to the kitchen. Left to the living room and bathroom, and straight for the bedroom. My toes curled in the plush carpet that extended from wall to wall. Underneath it was the scarred hardwood that came with the place. But after a week of waking up to use the bathroom and having to tiptoe on what felt like a sheet of ice, I said screw it and splurged on a carpet. Best investment ever.
My bedroom was my favorite spot in the whole place and it showed. It was designed for comfort and easy access to everything. My queen sized bed faced the TV I had mounted over a glass set of shelves holding my DVD player and surround sound. On one side of the bed was my mini fridge. The other held an end table with a lamp and the remotes to the TV. The terrace doors were on the other side of my bed, draped in sheer curtains. On the opposite side of the room, against the wall that separated the bedroom from the kitchen was my vanity. Everything was within reach.
I stripped. I rarely saw the point of being dressed at home. There was no one there to judge me for the way I looked, or what shape I was in. It was my place of sanctuary. Plus there was something liberating about eating a cup of pudding completely naked.
At a little after six, I drew on a robe, turned off the TV and wandered into the kitchen for a bowl of something. My pantry consisted mostly of things that could easily be warmed, cans of soup, microwavable dinners, the occasional canisters of squeeze cheese. I lived for one person. Me. If I wanted to cook a full meal, I had the luxury of running to the grocery store, grabbing the items and coming home. But those desires were rare. As it were, I grabbed a bowl of cereal and made my way to the terrace.
Seven o’clock was when my neighbors came home. It was when the dark windows lit up and life happened on the other side of the glass. I treated seven o’clock the way soap opera junkies treated their favorite sitcoms, with reverence and excitement.
The steel hoops embedded into the curtains hissed as I dragged the sheer drapes across the metal rod. I propped the glass doors open to the muggy evening and leaned a hip against the frame.
It was still fairly bright out. The sun was just making its final descent behind the buildings, but the narrow notch of space that I considered my little world had shadows slinking their way across the bricks. The lights from the other apartments were sharper, brighter, casting the figures inside into edgy silhouettes.
There were eighteen apartments. Each floor had three windows stamped into the side. I had given each one a name, which periodically changed as the occupants did. For example, in the three months I’d lived there, no one had ever rented the apartment adjacent to mine so that had come to be known as the Empty. Levels one, two, and three were impossible to see into from my sixth floor view. So that left me four, five and six. Four was iffy. I could only see about six feet into their apartments. But five and six were gold and that was where my favorite people lived.
Window one, top row: Old Man and Young Girl I had assumed for the first three weeks were father and daughter. So. Not. I learned that the hard way while eating spicy curry and nearly dying when he heaved the girl against the glass and started fucking her.
Window two, top row: Empty.
Window three, top row: Crazy Jungle Couple who fought like piranha’s over fresh meat and made love just as intensely. They were better to watch than WWE on pay per view. I always had popcorn ready for when they got home. It was impossible to tell how the night would end.
Window one, second row: an Asian Couple with Little Girl. Watching them made me nostalgic for my own family, but then the girl would cry and throw things and that feeling would go away.
Window two, second row: Slutty Blonde with copious number of lovers. That week, she was banging the occupant of window three, second row, Handsome Dark Haired Dude with a beer belly but a seriously massive cock.
Row three was full of families.
Window one, row three: Single Mother with Little Boy. I would occasionally see him sitting at the window with his hand held game, munching on carrot sticks.
Window two, row three: Man and Woman with Twin Ghost Daughters. I was convinced those two girls were from The Shining. Creepy little shits. Every so often, I would look down and they’d just be standing there … staring back. Not blinking. It made it even creepier that they were both extremely pale with dead eyes and long dark hair. I shuddered every time my gaze roamed over their window.
Window three, row three: Large, Hairy Man with a deeper love of microwavable food than me, who spent a large portion of his time in his recliner watching football. I had a feeling he was a gambler, simply from the fits he’d always have when his team lost. It was irrational. But then what did I know about men and sports? Maybe he just had rage issues. Yet that didn’t explain why he’d get on the phone immediately afterwards and shout at whoever was on the other end. But that also could be explained. Maybe he had a friend somewhere else equally pissed and the two were venting to each other.
The fun was always in the guessing.
That evening, only three of the windows lit up. Old Man and Hopefully Not His Daughter came home first. She sauntered into the living room, tossed her bright, pink purse down on the sofa and flopped down next to it. Old Man ambled his way into the kitchen and yanked open the fridge.
No fucking tonight, I thought, shifting my gaze to the other two windows.
The Ghost Girls were back in their lacy, purple dresses, white stockings and jet black hairs. They stood shoulder to shoulder with their backs to the window. Their dad was hanging up their matching red coats in the hallway closet. Mom wasn’t home yet. She was a secretary, or a lawyer. She didn’t get home until about eleven, stooped over like her briefcase was filled with bricks.
The third window gave me a start. The presence of the pale, golden glow took my brain a full minute to process and even it knew something wasn’t right.
Window two, top row: wasn’t empty. There was movement behind the curtains. There was light!
“Holy shit!”
Cereal bowl abandoned on the glass table next to the terrace doors, I stepped further onto the balcony. My fingers curled around the cool metal railing and I leaned in as far as I could without forgetting my not Cat woman notion and making the lunge over.
But as quickly as all the excitement had started, it sparked in surprise when the light flicked off and there was nothing. My gaze darted from the windows to the glass doors, waiting like an eager little puppy begging someone to throw the fucking ball already.
Nothing happened. The lights remained off. Stillness continued.
My gaze narrowed as I straightened. “All right,” I mumbled to the silence. “You win this round, but tomorrow…”
I let my promise linger into the night as I stepped back into my apartment.

Airicka Phoenix is a hopeless romantic with a dark imagination and an incurable addiction to chocolate. She is also the author of several novels written for young adult and new adult romance readers who like bad boys, hot kisses and a gritty plot. Airicka prides herself in producing quality material her readers can fall in love with again and again.

When she’s not hard at work bleeding words onto paper, Airicka can be found cuddling with her family, reading, watching TV shows, or just finding excuses to avoid doing chores.

To find out about upcoming books, teasers, giveaways and more, join her newsletter or check out her www.AirickaPhoenix.com!:

 

Facebook
Twitter

Buy Links:>»The Voyeur Next Door:
→ Amazon us: http://goo.gl/XIZg0N
→ Amazon ca: http://goo.gl/rKVqDU
→ Amazon uk: http://goo.gl/rEnxIn
→ Amazon de: http://goo.gl/LYxaqs
→ Amazon fr: http://goo.gl/VEzcec
→ Amazon au: http://goo.gl/SoCWGc
→ Amazon in: http://goo.gl/08j6Qh
→ Barnes & Noble: http://goo.gl/ac2F5U
→ iBooks: http://goo.gl/p7VKRM
→ Smashwords: http://goo.gl/jtEGJk
→ Scribd: http://goo.gl/14APoK
→ Goodreads: http://goo.gl/Xa5LKa





Author Interview: Becca Vincenza

Author Interview with Becca Vincenza

Dollarphotoclub_68128919

 

~What are you currently working on?

I am working on getting my next release Hexed Hearts which is a standalone, werewolf/witch story edited. And I am writing the third book – chronically – in the Rebirth Series called Burned.

~Who is your favorite author?

This is an unfair question. I have many, hehe. A few include: Melissa Haag, Janelle Stalder, Airicka Phoenix, Margaret Taylor, Stacey Marie Brown, etc, etc, etc.

~What writing advice do you have for aspiring authors?

Take your time. That is the best advice I can give anyone, ever. It’s okay if it takes you an extra three months to get the book out, do.not.rush.

~Which of your characters is your Book Boyfriend? Why?

Right now? Hunter. He is *swoon*. Yeaaahhh.

~Are you an organized author or scattered?

Scattered beyond belief, but an organized scattered. I don’t really outline or anything like that but I also don’t write out of order if I can help it. If I do I keep the documents close at hand and all organized.

~Do you plot out your story or write as it goes?

I don’t really plot out in the traditional sense, like with writing an outline. I have the general idea of what I want to get done, usually about half way through the book do I ever feel the need to write it down. But I am more of a pantser then I am anything else. So  write what comes to me.

~Which one of your characters is your absolute favorite? Why?

Probably at this point of time, Colette. I think I put a little extra of me into her, she has some of the same quirks of me and I think she was just a fun, unique character, again all in my opinion. But she thinks differently, she can be a bit odd.

~Which one is your least favorite? Why?

This is an interesting question. I would like to say one of my villains because they are so evil but I sort of have to say Drake. He is a hard character to love. I don’t necessary dislike him or anything like that but he was hard to write. He was just difficult.

~Do you have any strange writing habits?

No not really. That I am aware of.

~Do you have writers block and how do you work around it?

I have gotten writers block many times before. A lot of times there really isn’t anything I can do I have to wait around which sucks but is the case. Sometimes getting out of the house and just wondering – the mall, target, etc. Sometimes that is what gets me going again.

~Do you work on 1 story at a time or multiples?

I wish I was cool enough to be able to work on more than one thing at a time. I don’t have time to do that unfortunately. I have limited time that I get to write that if I try to write two things at once one always get a little neglected and then I get behind in both trying to catch up in the other.

~What is your favorite genre to read?

Favorite above all others, paranormal. Urban, romantic, fantasy, etc, love it.

~Do you believe in love at first sight?

I believe in the hope in love at first sight. I believe that love is something that we want to obtain in such a magical way, and that it is part magic, but a big heaping part of hard work. Love is forged and formed.

~Favorite drink? Alcoholic or not.

Appie Juice. No joke. I am a child and I love apple juice and I call it appie juice. To.this.day.

~What’s the one thing you can’t live without?

Books. Simply books.

~What is one thing no one knows about you?

I’m stupid shy. I might not come off that way but when I first meet people, and even the thought of introducing myself to new people, I clam up. I am not trying to be rude, and I have prep-talked my way out of it but it always seems to happen. I am terrified to rejection in any form. Friendship or otherwise. But I love meeting new people, I’m always up for making new friends. I’m a huge contradiction of myself.

~Favorite sport/sports team?

What is this sports you speak of? 😉

~Do you have any hidden talents?

Umm, does watching tv, while reading, while listening to music count as a hidden talent?

~Have you ever been in trouble with the police?

Nooo……

~If you had a superpower, what would it be?

There are so many to choose from. My superhero would be to make decisions XD I am very indecisive.

~If you could only eat one meal for the rest of your life, what would it be?

Tacos. Seriously anything to deal with taco meat – Mexican pizza, taco salad, tacos.

~Do you have any nicknames?

Yes. A few. One in particular. *clears throat* its boo

~Do you like or dislike surprises? Why or why not?

Ehhh, depends. I like good surprises. I don’t like bad surprises. Hehehe.

~What’s your favorite fast food chain?

I actually have cut back on the fast food-ness when I realized that most of them give me tummy issues afterwards but if you consider Qdoba fast food that would be my choice.

~If you had a warning label what would it say?

May become addicting. 😉

~What is one thing you will never do again?

Um this really isn’t a certain activity but rather something I used to do when I was younger. I had a very short tempter, I really grew out of that in high school and mellowed out. I never want to go back to having such a short fuse. Life is better if you laugh.

~What was your first job?

Wetzel Pretzels. I made pretzels. That was my first job XD

~Who is one person you would like to meet for coffee?

There are so many people I would love to meet for coffee for reals. But if I had to pick someone ughh I don’t wanna just pick one. There are a lot of author friends I would love to be able to meet and have coffee with, a lot of readers as well.

~What is the best joke you’ve ever played on someone or had played on you?

Currently the standing best joke that was played on me was when my friend Andrea tried to sneak up on me. I am a jumpy person, anyways when she was coming around the back side of my car she slipped when she tried to scare me – no Andrea’s were hurt in this practical joke – but it was hilarious for me.

~What is your favorite TV show?

Oh I have a lot. But a classic favorite of mine is Friends and Doctor Who.

~Do you like to go out or stay home?

Depends, but more times than not, I am very happy to just staying in.

~What is your favorite movie?

Again there are a lot, a lot but one of my absolute favorites and I did warn you I was a child so here it goes: Cloudy with a Chance of Meatballs. And then Brick is another favorite of mine – that is not a kid movie XD

~What is your preferred method to violently kill someone (in your book, of course)?

I tend to stick with snapping of the neck – aka mostly Elijah does this but yeah.

~Are you a Tom boy or a girly girl?

Either? I am not really tom boy-ish but im soooo not a girly girl im somewhere inbetween.

~Do you take the “personality” quizzes, like on Buzzfeed/Facebook?

Nooo….*looks around nervously* that isn’t what I do *nervously giggle* in my spare time

~What is your favorite holiday?

I don’t really have one to be honest. I am not huge on Halloween because I don’t ever have anywhere to go, and the dressing up-ness loses it appeal when you have nowhere to go. I am not a Grinch that is for sure but holidays can be exhausting.

~What is your favorite/ go to cuss word?

Fuck. Not even going to lie I got for the big guns.

~Do you have any piercings/tattoos? If so where?

I have my ears pierced though I haven’t wore earrings in a while which I really should. And I have one tattoo on the left side of my shoulder (on the back).

~Do you like tattooed bad boys or sweet good guys?

I like a guy with an amazing personality and sense of humor. But if he has tattoos and a sexy ass beard all the better.

~Favorite quote?

“All that we seem or seem to be is but a dream within a dream” – Edgar Allen Poe, for a very long time it was what I was going to get tattooed on my body until I decided to change to a quote of my own.

~What is one of your phobias?

Ventriloquist dolls. *shudders*

hexed hearts

 

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/beccavincenza

Twitter: https://twitter.com/BeccaVincenza

Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/goodreadscombecca_vincenza

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Becca-Vincenza/e/B00I5BJL5Q/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_pop_1 Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/rvmisura/

Google+: https://plus.google.com/u/1/

Website: http://beccavincenzaauthor.wordpress.com/

sexy passion between woman and man

Double Cover Reveal: Sons of Judgment by Airicka Phoenix

Title: Sons of Judgment
Author: Airicka Phoenix
Genre: NA Paranormal

 


Blurb:
No good deed goes unpunished.Riley Masters learns this the hard way when she finds a wallet and decides to do the right thing. But returning it will cost her much more than she bargains for.

Abandoned by her mother, raised by an indifferent father, Riley has accepted the fact that she would be alone always. She has no idea that a single act of kindness would propel her into a world where creatures that shouldn’t exist guard the human race from the demons that lurk in the shadows. That it will cost her the lives of those she loves while unearthing a destiny she never imagined with a man who is forbidden to love her. She finds passion, romance and the family she’d been searching for her entire life, but at what cost and what is she willing to sacrifice to find answers and happiness?

Octavian Maxwell has always known his place. He is a Caster, a Son of Judgment. His job is to protect the mortal world from the creatures plotting to destroy it. Instead, his world is shattered when a human girl walks into Final Judgment, a girl he has been searching for his entire life, a girl he is forbidden to ever touch. Being with her will break the oath he’s sworn to never love a mortal. But his heart has already found its mate and it refuses to let go.

Final Judgment… a place undetected, a gateway to evil and a legend that will undo everything anyone has ever known about our world.



Blurb:
His love will become her curse.For centuries, Gideon has kept his secret, knowing that it could mean the life of the woman whose very heartbeat was his reason for living. But when Veil Creatures are slaughtered in their homes by those sworn to protect them, it may be up to him to save those he loves from a fate worse than death. What he doesn’t expect is the betrayal and a choice that could leave his family devastated.

Valkyrie Devereaux believes only in the power of justice, loyalty and obeying the laws of her people. Love was something to be feared and she had been taught long ago that anything that could make you weak, needed to be eliminated. But when she is assigned to join the Casters of the north in hunting down the creatures killing the innocent, even she can’t help the twang of longing for something that goes against everything she was raised to believe was wrong.

Like fire and gasoline, passions collide. Heat erupts as they fight against their desires and their very nature. But a fire like theirs can never be smothered. It can never be stopped. It can only burn to unimaginable heights, but what happens when it careens out of control and destroys everything around them? And who is waiting for that exact moment to destroy the brothers?

She will become his death.

Airicka Phoenix lives in a world where unicorns, fairies and mermaids run amok through her home on a daily basis. When she’s not chasing after pixies and rounding up imps, also known as her four children, she can be found conjuring up evil villains, bad-ass heroines and swoon-worthy heroes to play with.Airicka is singlehandedly responsible for her greatly anticipated collections,

The Touch SagaThe Lost Girl DuologyThe Regeneration SeriesGames of Fire & Betraying Innocence. She also writes mature paranormal & contemporary romance under the dark guise of Morgana Phoenix. To date, she is responsible for The Sons of Judgment SagaIn The Dark SeriesForever His Baby & Bye-Bye Baby.For more about Airicka and the realm she rules with an iron fist—and tons of chocolate—visit her at:

Buy Links:
(Octavian’s Undoing, Book One)
Gideon’s Promise (Book 2):
Amazon US *  Amazon CA * Amazon UK * Amazon DE * Amazon FR * Amazon AU * Amazon IN * iBooks * B&N * Smashwords * Scribd * Inktera * Goodreads

»Magnus’ Defeat (Book 3):
Goodreads: http://goo.gl/Kdl3rU
»Regulus’ Submission (Book 4):
Goodreads: http://goo.gl/dMw6hp



Release Blitz: Gideon’s Promise by Morgana Phoenix

Title: Gideon’s Promise
Author: Morgana Phoenix 
Genre: NA Paranormal
Expected Release Date: Feb. 23, 2015

Hosted by: Lady Amber’s Tours

Blurb:His love will become her curse.For centuries, Gideon has kept his secret, knowing that it could mean the life of the woman whose very heartbeat was his reason for living. But when Veil Creatures are slaughtered in their homes by those sworn to protect them, it may be up to him to save those he loves from a fate worse than death. What he doesn’t expect is the betrayal and a choice that could leave his family devastated.

Valkyrie Devereaux believes only in the power of justice, loyalty and obeying the laws of her people. Love was something to be feared and she had been taught long ago that anything that could make you weak, needed to be eliminated. But when she is assigned to join the Casters of the north in hunting down the creatures killing the innocent, even she can’t help the twang of longing for something that goes against everything she was raised to believe was wrong.

Like fire and gasoline, passions collide. Heat erupts as they fight against their desires and their very nature. But a fire like theirs can never be smothered. It can never be stopped. It can only burn to unimaginable heights, but what happens when it careens out of control and destroys everything around them? And who is waiting for that exact moment to destroy the brothers?

She will become his death.


Airicka Phoenix lives in a world where unicorns, fairies and mermaids run amok through her home on a daily basis. When she’s not chasing after pixies and rounding up imps, also known as her four children, she can be found conjuring up evil villains, bad-ass heroines and swoon-worthy heroes to play with.Airicka is singlehandedly responsible for her greatly anticipated collections,

The Touch SagaThe Lost Girl DuologyThe Regeneration SeriesGames of Fire & Betraying Innocence. She also writes mature paranormal & contemporary romance under the dark guise of Morgana Phoenix. To date, she is responsible for The Sons of Judgment SagaIn The Dark SeriesForever His Baby & Bye-Bye Baby.For more about Airicka and the realm she rules with an iron fist—and tons of chocolate—visit her at:


Buy Links: (Octavian’s Undoing, Book One)
Amazon US *   Amazon CA  Amazon UK *  Amazon DE *  Amazon FR *  Amazon AU * Amazon IN *  iBooks * B&N *  Smashwords *  Scribd *  Inktera * Goodreads  

Gideon’s Promise (Book 2):
Amazon US *  Amazon CA * Amazon UK * Amazon DE * Amazon FR * Amazon AU * Amazon IN * iBooks * B&N * Smashwords * Scribd * Inktera * Goodreads