Thursday, December 18, 2014

#Excerpt ~ Book 7 HTSF Romance boxed set ~ Lost Avalon

Heroes To Swoon For Boxed Set
11 Sizzling Contemporary Romances

Multi-author boxed set
Genre: Contemporary Romance Anthology
Release Date: December 8, 2014

New Release Sale Price: $0.99 Limited Time. Purchased separately, the books in this set would cost over $30. Nine Full-Length Novels, 1 Novella, and 1 Short Story from NY Times, USA Today, National and International Bestselling Authors.

~~BOOK #7 - Lost Avalon~~

Fame, fortune and a future paved with rock 'n roll gold - Blaise Nolan has it all. With his brooding good looks, haunting voice and troubled lyrics of a soul gone lost, it's no wonder his band Finding Nolan has been climbing the music charts with back to back hits. Only Blaise didn't wind up brooding, haunted and lost by accident... 

Avalon Jennison has been the girl next door since she was five. The best friend since she was eight. The band manager since she was sixteen, and the keeper of his secrets always. Ava's been there every step of the way, helping Blaise live his dreams and keep his nightmares at bay. But the years of putting Blaise's needs above her own are about to be over. 

However, Blaise has one secret even Ava doesn't know…and it could be the thing that breaks her heart completely, or finally puts it back together. 


“I love the relationship dynamic between Ava and Blaise and how they are the air they both need to breathe. This is a fantastic read.”

“Absolutely LOVED it!!!!! I'm dying for more of the boys!!!!!”

“K.S. you have definitely found a place with the rockin’ authors I love.”



Fucking A, she was pissing me off. 

“Would you stop being such a goddamn martyr, Ava?! Who the hell wants to celebrate shit when you’re sitting here falling to pieces alone in the dark?”

Silence. Then several sounds that made me think of an air pump, but were in actuality probably coming from her lips as she sucked in air as part of her desperate attempt to maintain her composure. I already knew she’d fail and instantly regretted yelling at her when I knew damn well I wouldn’t be able to hold her when she lost it. I’d just have to listen to it from my end of the tin can, helpless to do anything about it.

“Yo-you d-don’t get to s-say that to m-me, asshole.” I heard in between sobs.

“Actually, I’m the only one who gets to say that to you.” I was calmer this time around. “How much longer are you going to do this to yourself? Huh?”

She wept. “I don’t know, Blaise. I don’t fucking know. Don’t you think it would be so much easier to just come running into your arms and let you tell me how everything is going to turn up all fucking rainbows and unicorns?”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “So let me. Let me tell you about fucking rainbows and unicorns…and cotton candy and dolphins and happily ever after and all that shit.”

“I can’t!”

“Why not?”

“Because, Blaise, I’ll believe you. And then what? Then we’re both fucked. The only reason you and I are so perfectly fucking matched is because you can dream up shit like that and keep your head in fucking la-la-land twenty-four/seven while I’ve got you tight by the hand keeping you firmly tied down to reality without you ever having to actually face it.”

Was she fucking kidding me with this?

“You seriously think I don’t have to face reality?”

“You’d have to be honest about what it is first to face it,” she spat.

“Nice. My mother. That’s what this is about for you?”

“Your mother, my mother. Our fucking fathers. Everyone’s fucking addictions.”

I knew she was just getting started. If I let her, she’d be going down this road all night, but we’d already been down it plenty. No need for another fucking recap. Not when the real issue had nothing to do with any of it. 

“You need to listen to me, okay? No matter what happens, I am not going anywhere. Do you understand?”

“I know that.” She didn’t know shit. Worse, she was still crying. If anything it was only getting more intense. Ava was coming completely undone, unraveling at the seams like I’d never seen her do before. It scared me.

“You know what, fuck this. Hold on a sec.” I dropped the can and it rolled on the floor.

“Blaise? Blaise?” Her voice was distant, like it was a million miles away. Another reminder of how far apart we’d been in the last few weeks and how fucking sick it was making both of us.

I ran from my room and down the stairs. Once I was outside I came up along the side of my house and jumped the fence until I was standing just below her window. I used the overturned wheelbarrow they had lying in the grass by the house, along with the mower and hose, as a step up. Holding onto the rain gutters, I pulled myself up and carefully walked across the slanted roof until I reached her window. 

Sliding my fingers into the small crack between the window and the frame where she’d kept it open for the string of our tin can phones to pass through, I lifted it all the way up until I was able to fit through.

“What are you doing? You shouldn’t be here. I thought I made it clear that I needed some distance.” She was clutching her blanket like the sight of me frightened her.

“Ava.” I slowly went to sit on the edge of her bed and she scrambled to get away.

“No.” She practically leapt from the mattress and ran to the opposite end of the room.

I stared at her, my eyes wide, mouth hanging open. I was supposed to be her source of comfort. It was my one redeemable quality. No way was I going to let her convince me that I had lost it. I hadn’t. Just with everything that had happened recently, she hadn’t been able to come to me. I hadn’t been able to hold her, ease her hurt…because I’d been the cause of it.

“Stop it.” I stood up and closed the distance between us in two steps. Before she could bolt again, I had a hold of her, both arms wrapped around her tightly.

“Let go, Blaise.” She tried to fight me, but it only made me grip her stronger, keeping her close to my chest. I leaned down until my lips were even with her ear. “I’m not letting go. Not ever. You hear me? I don’t care how hard you fight or what you do to try and hurt me, I am not letting go.” And I didn’t. Not when she tried to head-butt me. Not when she dug her heel into my foot and not even when she launched her entire body weight into the hold I had on her. I held on. Silently. Relentlessly. Until she broke. 

“I hurt,” she cried.

“I know.” I gently rocked her back and forth while the tears continued to fall and the pain found its way out of her body one shudder at a time.

Ava slowly but surely let down her guard and eventually found herself molded to me again, two fucked up peas in a broken pod. That was us. But I was starting to like us this way.

~~Author Bio~~

K.S. Thomas is a mother by day, an author by night and a twenty-four/seven coffee addict. Although she hasn’t yet (and may never) decided on one preferred genre, there are three things you can always expect to find in her novels – humor (via plenty of wit and sarcasm) – drama (because that’s life) and, always – ALWAYS – a happily ever after (even when it’s not in the most expected ways).

We all need a hero! Preferably a hot, muscled, romantic one who's not afraid to fight for the woman he loves. From firefighters to athletes, and artists to rockers, these swoon-worthy heroes will keep you on your toes and weak in your knees. Slip into a reading adventure that will have you panting for more: fun, steam, and thrills.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

#Excerpt ~ Book 6 HTSF Romance boxed set ~ Behind The Altar

Heroes To Swoon For Boxed Set
11 Sizzling Contemporary Romances

Multi-author boxed set
Genre: Contemporary Romance Anthology
Release Date: December 8, 2014

New Release Sale Price: $0.99 Limited Time. Purchased separately, the books in this set would cost over $30. Nine Full-Length Novels, 1 Novella, and 1 Short Story from NY Times, USA Today, National and International Bestselling Authors.

~~BOOK #6 - Behind The Altar~~

All seems perfect in Leah's life until tattoo artist Dean rides his Harley into her heart in this story of forbidden love. Dean, who’s been away from his home for ten years, finds himself irresistibly drawn to Leah’s natural beauty and genuine goodness, but Leah’s engagement to Dean’s brother stands in the way. The more they fight the attraction, the harder it is to stay apart.


He noticed the lock was off the door as soon as he got off his bike. He was sure he’d locked it when he left there with Leah and Susie. He had given Leah another key. She wouldn’t be here on a Saturday night, he thought as he pushed the doors open. Leah stood in the center of the room holding a sleeping bag under one arm. In the other, she held a cloth grocery bag.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“I’m sorry; I can leave,” she said. “I thought since you gave me a key, I could come here. I decided to spend the night to think about things and make plans.”

Dean began to laugh. He held up his bag and pack of beer. “I had the same idea. The motel room was getting to me.”

“I can leave.”

“No, stay. You can help me eat this greasy food. Maybe drink a few beers and talk about what can be done here. I won’t bite.”

Leah didn’t answer, but she put down her bag and started to unroll the sleeping bag. When she finished, she gestured for him to join her.

“I brought a few things for dinner, too,” she said. “Maybe we can combine the two. I guarantee mine’s healthier.”

Dean smiled and sat down next to her on one end of the sleeping bag. “I don’t know. Reggie says he used the best beef around these parts.” He pulled the burger out of the bag and tried to rip it in half. He handed her a ragged piece.

They ate in silence until Dean handed her a beer.

“I don’t drink,” Leah said. “But thank you.”


“I’ve never drank ever or done any drugs,” she said. “I’ve stayed away. My mom was a drug addict; my dad probably was, too. I can’t afford to test it.”

“I get it,” Dean said. “I guess I’m jaded. All anyone does in South Beach is drink and do designer drugs. I didn’t bring anything else to drink.”

“That’s all right. I brought water.” She held up a red stainless steel water container and then took a long sip. “Is that what you do? Drink and do designer drugs?”

“I stay away from the drugs, but I do my share of drinking beer. Occupational hazard as a tat artist.”

“That’s what you do? Give folks tattoos?”

“That’s what I do. Some folks say I’m pretty good,” Dean said. “But enough about me. It sounds like you had a pretty rough childhood. How did you end up here?”

“I actually had a pretty wonderful childhood until I was around ten, and then it all fell apart,” she said. “We lived near St. Pete, and I spent lots of time playing in the sand and surf. And then my mom starting shooting up heroin, and it was a fast slide after that.”

“Where was your dad?”

“Gone by then. Within a year, we were out on the streets, so we camped with the other homeless. The community was similar to the river camp. In fact, a few of them followed me here.”

“And that’s why you want to do everything you can to help them.”

“That’s right,” Leah said. “I know what it’s like to be in their position. On one hand, they have a sort of freedom; but on the other, they’re living life as close to the edge as can be imagined. I don’t want them to ever have to worry about food or shelter.”

“I think maybe I was wrong about you,” Dean said as he turned to the woman sitting next to him. “Maybe you’re the first truly altruistic person I’ve ever met.”

“I guess you could be partly right, though. I’ve thought about it, and I do get pleasure from helping them, so in a way, I am doing it for me.”

“How about Geraldine and Jacob? How did that happen?” Dean asked.

“When I was seventeen, I got a job at a mall,” Leah said. “Geraldine came into the store where I worked, and we started talking. She mentioned she had a son, and then she asked me out for lunch.”

“That’s it? And then she moved you into the house?”

“She said she took a liking to me right away; said she could see something in me.” Leah shrugged. “Then she invited me to Victory and to the Sunshine Church to speak about homelessness and its impact on children. Both Jacob and she liked what I said to the women’s society, and they asked me to stay to help with the church.”

“You and Jacob fell in love?”

“I guess. Big Jim liked me, too, and encouraged us along with Geraldine. I didn’t know anything about relationships.”

“Jacob’s your first boyfriend?” Dean asked.


“That’s something,” Dean said. “You’re such a beautiful woman, both inside and out. I’m surprised men haven’t been flocking around you for a very long time.”

“I don’t know about that, but Jacob’s the first serious boyfriend.” She lowered her head when she said that, but Dean saw the red blush start at the line of her tank top and rise up her neck to her face.

“But you kissed me the other day. You kissed me back, too. It wasn’t just me, was it?”

“No,” she said so quietly Dean wasn’t sure if he’d heard her or not.

He put his beer down on his other side, wrapped his arms around her, and pulled her close to him. He removed the bags of food from between them, and she scooted closer. He was overcome with the feelings sweeping through him. He’d never felt anything like it before.

“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you,” he whispered into her hair that smelled of apples. 

“Me, too,” she managed before he leaned close and caught her lips in his.

~~Author Bio~~

P.C. Zick began her writing career in 1998 as a journalist. She's won various awards for her essays, columns, editorials, articles, and fiction. Today, she writes romance and contemporary literature with her pen drawing plots filled with love, hope, and forgiveness. 

We all need a hero! Preferably a hot, muscled, romantic one who's not afraid to fight for the woman he loves. From firefighters to athletes, and artists to rockers, these swoon-worthy heroes will keep you on your toes and weak in your knees. Slip into a reading adventure that will have you panting for more: fun, steam, and thrills.

Tuesday, December 16, 2014

#Excerpt ~ Book 5 HTSF Romance boxed set ~ The Art of Love

Heroes To Swoon For Boxed Set
11 Sizzling Contemporary Romances

Multi-author boxed set
Genre: Contemporary Romance Anthology
Release Date: December 8, 2014

New Release Sale Price: $0.99 Limited Time. Purchased separately, the books in this set would cost over $30. Nine Full-Length Novels, 1 Novella, and 1 Short Story from NY Times, USA Today, National and International Bestselling Authors.

~~BOOK #5 - The Art Of Love~~

After watching her parents’ marriage crumble, jewelry artist Chelsea Matthews doesn’t believe in love or happy endings, but her world is turned upside down when she meets sexy painter Hayden Shaw. Hayden sets out show Chelsea the art of love and prove to her that good guys do exist, but a gallery curator with an agenda of her own threatens both their happiness and their future dreams. 

~~What Readers Say~~
“If you are looking for a book that is full of emotion and romance then this is definitely one you do not want to miss.”- Amazon reviewer

“Art of Love is a great book to read and would recommend to anyone that is interested in art & l.o.v.e!”- Firefly Book Blog


“Sorry to keep you waiting. Can I help you?”

Hayden turned around to face the woman as she stepped out from behind the desk. “I hope so. Are you Ms. Kincaid?” As he studied her face, though, Hayden doubted it. The woman facing him didn’t appear much older than his own twenty years. He doubted she was old enough to be in charge of a prestigious art gallery.

She shook her head and tucked a wayward strand of light brown hair behind her ear. “No. I’m Chelsea Matthews. I just work here.”

“Hayden Shaw.” He extended his hand. “It’s nice to meet you.”

“What can I do for you?”

“I’m a student here at MassArt,” Hayden said. “I understand you display student work, and I have a portfolio with some pictures of my paintings—”

“Pictures?” Chelsea interrupted, “or paintings?”

Hadn’t he made that clear? Hayden tried again. “I’m painter and I’m interested in having my paintings displayed here. I do photorealism, so they’re paintings based on photographs. I didn’t want to lug the originals all the way across campus, so I brought pictures of them.” 

“So, pictures of paintings of pictures is what you’re saying.” Chelsea’s face carried an amused expression, and Hayden wasn’t sure how to take it. Was she making fun of him, or rather his style? Not everyone understood or appreciated photorealism. Maybe this gallery wasn’t the right place after all. Or was she simply trying to joke around? He didn’t always get people with quirky senses of humor.

“I guess you could say that.” He set the portfolio on the desk. “Would you like to see them?”

“I could look at them, but it’s not up to me whether the gallery will showcase your work,” Chelsea said. “Can you leave this so I can show Marissa?”

“Sure. I can do that.”

“Good. She should be back in a little later,” she said. “Can I ask you something, though?”

Hayden nodded. “Fire away.”

“Why here?”

He had the speech prepared as to why he felt this gallery was a good fit, but truthfully it wasn’t much different than the one he gave at the previous gallery. Besides, he didn’t think that was what she wanted to hear. “I’m not sure what you mean?”

“I mean what’s the appeal here? What’s so special about galleries?”

Was she serious? She worked in a gallery, and she wanted him to tell her what was special about them? “I want people to see my work.”

“Then why not display it around campus? In the classroom buildings, stairwells, wherever. People do.”

He knew that. It was impossible to walk anywhere on the MassArt campus without seeing student artwork on display. While it made for an interesting environment, seeing paintings in stairwells, sculptures on the grass and metal works hanging from a tree, Hayden didn’t quite understand why it was such a popular thing to do. “I want people to be able to appreciate my work.”

“Who’s to say that the folks walking down Huntington Avenue can’t appreciate it?”

She had a point, and Hayden was left unsure how to respond. “It’s not the same.”

“You mean you want someone to appreciate it by buying it.” Her lips curled up in a smile. “Am I right, Hayden Shaw?”

She was, and Hayden hated how materialistic she made him sound. He stuck his hands in the back pockets of his jeans and averted his gaze to the floor.

“Oh please, don’t be embarrassed.” Chelsea laughed. “Making money is a noble goal. I certainly want to make money from my art.” 

“You’re an artist too?” Hayden regarded her with curiosity. “What kind? Are you a student here?”

“Yes. Jewelry and metalsmithing major.” She reached up and touched the necklace she wore, holding it out for him to see. “I made this.”

For the first time, Hayden examined it. It looked to be made out of Scrabble tiles, spelling out the letters F-R-E-E. Art was definitely in the eye of the beholder, but he found the necklace oddly appealing, much like the woman who wore it. “It’s very unique,” he said. “Are you? Free, that is?”

Mischief danced in her hazel eyes. Pretty eyes, he decided. Not unlike the rest of her. “It depends on the context in which you’re asking.”

“A woman of mystery. I like that,” Hayden said, then wished he could take the words back. The conversation had veered dangerously close to flirting, which probably wasn’t wise given that he hoped to have a business relationship with this gallery. “Is your work on display here?” His eyes scanned the gallery showroom for any cases that might house jewelry. 

She shook her head. “No. Galleries aren’t my thing, and my work’s not Marissa’s thing.” She shrugged. “I’m hoping to go on the art fair circuit this summer, after graduation.”

“Art fairs?” Hayden frowned.

“Yeah. You know, like Ann Arbor. Des Moines. Kansas City.”

Why would anyone pass on a prestigious gallery in Boston in favor of the capital of Iowa or a city most famous for barbecue? “Are you from the Midwest?” Hayden asked.

“No. New Hampshire.”

“Then I don’t see a connection,” Hayden said.

“The cities I just mentioned host some of the best art fairs in the country,” Chelsea said. “Surely you’ve heard of them.” She said it as if she expected everyone had.

Hayden shook his head. “Sorry to disappoint you, but no. Art fairs aren’t really my thing.” He didn’t get the appeal of traveling to cities in the middle of nowhere, peddling art on the street. “No offense, but have you considered aiming a little higher?” Okay, so the Scrabble necklace was kind of strange. Some people liked strange. 

The amusement that once reflected in her eyes faded, and Hayden knew at once that his words had offended her. “No offense, but have you?” She retorted before turning away from him. “I’ll show Marissa your pictures when she gets back.” 

~~Author Bio~~

Michele Shriver writes women’s fiction and contemporary romance. Her books feature flawed-but-likeable characters in real-life settings. She’s not afraid to break the rules, but never stops believing in happily ever after. Michele counts among her favorite things a good glass of wine, a hockey game, and a sweet and sexy book boyfriend, not necessarily in that order. 

We all need a hero! Preferably a hot, muscled, romantic one who's not afraid to fight for the woman he loves. From firefighters to athletes, and artists to rockers, these swoon-worthy heroes will keep you on your toes and weak in your knees. Slip into a reading adventure that will have you panting for more: fun, steam, and thrills.

#NewRelease - Where Darkness Lies

Title: Where Darkness Lies
Series: Criminals of the Ocean #2
Author: Bella Jewel
Publisher: Montlake Romance
 Release Date: December 16, 2014


Anger and pain brought them together, but their passion might just set them free.

Dimitri wants only one thing: revenge. His stepfather, Hendrix, has caused him nothing but pain and heartache. At last Dimitri can take something—someone—important to Hendrix and make him pay: Jess.

Jess is feisty and strong headed. Her past haunts her and connects her to the dangerously dark Dimitri in an unexpected way. Dimitri keeps his secrets locked deep inside, and Jess is drawn to this broken man like no one before.

With little to cling to besides their haunting pasts, both could have been doomed to lives spent raging against the darkness that holds them prisoner. Instead, it seems that as their pain draws them closer together, it is their desire that will set them free.

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Bella Jewel is a self published, USA Today bestselling author. She’s been publishing since 2013. Her first release was a contemporary romance, Hell’s Knights which topped the charts upon release. Since that time, she has published over five novels, gaining a bestseller status on numerous platforms. She lives in North Queensland and is currently studying editing and proofreading to further expand her career. Bella has been writing since she was just shy of fifteen years old. In Summer 2013 she was offered an ebook deal through Montlake Romance for her bestselling modern day pirate series, Enslaved By The Ocean. She plans to expand her writing career, planning many new releases for the future.

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