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What are YOU Looking Forward To In 2014?

 

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Happy New Years Everyone!!  And Welcome to the SSLY Blog Hop!

So what are YOU Looking Forward to in 2014?  That’s a great question.  Ever since I pressed the “publish” button on my first self-published children’s book in 2011, each year has been bigger and better.  It’s hard to think of what I look forward to.  But…I do already have some big plans for 2014!

I hope to keep publishing many more novels in 2014 and I am starting big in January with my release, Breaking the Cycle.  This book is very dear to me.  I wrote it to bring awareness to the disorder my daughter, Alex, suffers with – Cyclic Vomiting Syndrome.  However, as I have written it I have gotten to meet some incredible people.  I’ve made new friends and found a new home at Hard Drive MMA.  My little story became a community, a family.  And I can’t wait to share it with you.

I follow it up with my first published novella, The Thirteenth Knight, which began with another incredible group of people I belong to – Tuesday Tales.  These are some very talented writers I am blessed to become a part of.  Stop by and take a look.  You won’t be disappointed.

And…I may just be working on another book of the Black Irish series.  😉  Even I can’t live without Sloan, you know!

I am hoping to attend a couple of conferences in 2014.  So if you are there and see me, please say hi.  I would love to chat with you!

And I am hoping for continued success with both Cravings (Secret Cravings Publishing’s E-zine – I am the Editorial Director) and Freshly Booked (Heidi Sieverding and my weekly show with Writer’s Online Network on Blog Talk Radio).  So just like in 2013 – I will be busy!

So now that I’ve told you my big plans for 2014 – What are YOU looking forward to in 2014?  Tell me in the comments below and I will choose four commenters.  One will win an e-book copy of Black Irish, one will win an e-book copy of Heartland (Black Irish #2), one will win an e-book copy of The Troubles (Black Irish #3) and one will win an e-book copy of my medieval romance Queen of Savon.  I will choose the winners Wednesday afternoon.

And for a treat – here is an excerpt from Breaking the Cycle!

 Max stepped inside the gym. It was deserted. He glanced around. The place was no Roadie’s. There was no perfect, stainless steel trim. There was no state of the art equipment. He scrutinized the cardio machines that were lined three deep along a wall of frosted windows then scanned the weight equipment alongside it. Everything looked like it was in working order.

 The rest of the room was lined with vinyl wrestling mats. There were signs indicating to locker rooms back in the hallway. A staircase leading to a walkway on the second floor led to a couple offices and a conference room.

 Suddenly, its door opened. Max steeled himself as a young, well-built, suit-clad man stepped out and leaned against the metal rail. His slicked–back, black hair made him look like a used car salesman. He smiled down at Max.

 “Hey, Jack,” Max greeted coolly.

 “What brings you to Hard Drive, Max?”

 “I came to talk to you about the job offer you gave me.”

 Jack laughed. “How many times did I offer a job to you?”

 “At least a dozen times.”

 “And how many times have you turned me down?”

 “Just as many.”

 “Why would I offer it to you again?”

 “Because, to quote your own words, I’m the best you could possibly dream of getting.”

 “So, you suddenly got over your hang ups about working here?”

 Max took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “No. I am still vehemently against training your guys to the best of my ability so that you can toss them into an octagon and let them beat the crap out of each other. Seems to make the job pointless, don’t you think?”

 “I don’t toss them in there. They fight of their own free will.”

 “Is the job available or not?”

 “Of course, it is.” Jack was smug.

 “I have stipulations before I agree to it.”

 Jack snickered. “Of course, you do. More money? Do you want me to buy you a better car?”

 Max glared at him. “I want an assistant. Full time with benefits, especially medical. I write her schedule. She answers to me. Your fighters don’t touch her. If they do, we’re both out of here. Don’t raise the salary you offered me. Lower it, if you must. But I get my assistant.”

 “You really think you need an assistant?”

 “How many MMA fighters do you have here?”

 Max could see Jack’s brow crunch as he computed the numbers in his head. “Thirty.”

 “Then, yes, I need an assistant.”

 “And you realize that you aren’t going to teach Tae Bo here, right? You’re training my MMA fighters. And your assistant will be, too.”

 Max paused. “Yes. I know what I’ll be doing.”

 Jack pushed himself away from the rail and stood straight. “You’re hired. And so is your assistant. There’ll be no change in your salary. I’ll negotiate your assistant’s with you at a later time. I promise it’ll be fair. Be here Monday to sign your contracts. And give Roadie your two weeks’ notice. You belong to Hard Drive now.”

 Jack strode back into the conference room, closing the door behind him. Max shot one last glare at the door before he walked out the front door.

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New Release! Stay With Me by Layna Pimentel

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Now Released with Secret Cravings Publishing – Stay With Me by Layna Pimentel!

Master Alex is furious when a friend’s submissive invites a naive stranger to his party. With his reputation on the line, he must keep her out of trouble and away from curious Doms. Observing signs of interest from her, he leads her down the path of wicked temptations. However, when his ex-sub pushes her way back into his life, he tries to find a balance between his discreet life and his public one.

Mercedes is fearful of the world she’s stepped into, but the curiosity of what pleasures lie beyond keep her interested in far more than the play. All is going well until a jealous woman convinces her she’s out of her league. Desperate to regain control over her life and heart, she pushes Alex away.

Will these two manage to find their way to each other, or is their relationship doomed from the moment they meet?

Excerpt

Mercedes popped an eye open to see the candle nearly burnt out. I don’t remember lighting this last night. Oh! The weight of a large arm wrapped around her, and the sheet hung off the edge of the bed. Alex! He spent the night.

He groaned into her ear as she adjusted her position. As she did so, there was a knock at her door. Mercedes gently lifted his arm and rolled out bed, grabbing her silk robe from behind the bedroom door and glancing at the time on the digital box, which read eight-o’clock.

Who the hell could be visiting so early? She’d paid the landlord three months in advance, and she hadn’t really met anyone to expect house calls.

From behind the door she called out “Who is it?”

“It’s me, dummy. Poppy and Brian.”

Shit. What now? “Poppy, it’s not really a good time. I was sleeping.”

“Just open the damned door. We won’t take up too much of your time. We just want to make sure you’re okay.”

Mercedes sighed. Reluctantly, she did as she was asked, and they made their way inside. “I’m sorry I don’t have any coffee, guys. I haven’t even been here long enough to go grocery shopping.”

“That’s all right, sugar. We only stopped in to see how you were holding up after last night,” Brian spoke up.

“I’m fine. Really. Though it was a shocker that Poppy would even think to invite me. But, as you can see, I made it home safe and sound, eventually.”

Never mind the fact that she had walked into a sick joke by Alex’s ex-sub—or whatever the heck she was called—Mercedes wouldn’t forget last night any time soon. The moment she had a chance to take up the issue with Poppy, she would. But not until they were alone.

As she sat across from her company in the armchair, Mercedes clenched her butt cheeks and relaxed them. She couldn’t get comfortable with the damned plug in her ass, and squirming or pouting wasn’t going to make it go away any time soon. Shoot! I forgot that was still there. “Is there any reason why this conversation couldn’t have waited ’til a more decent hour? Christ! It’s Saturday, and I had a long night, if you hadn’t noticed.”

Brian smirked and peered around her to look on the dining room table where Alex had left his jacket. “You never told us you had company.”

“Well, that’s because you never asked. Last I checked, I didn’t realize I had to inform you.”

He snorted, patting Poppy on the knee. “You’re a cheeky one. I can see why you and Poppy get along so well. We’ll be on our way.”

“So soon? I thought we might all go out for breakfast,” Alex announced from the bedroom door, wrapped in nothing but the bed sheet.

Mercedes flushed like a child caught with her hand in the proverbial cookie jar. Great. Now, everyone knows the kind of things we’ve been doing together.

“Christ, Mercedes. There’s no need to be shy. We’re all adults here. Now, come in here and get dressed so we can go out for some food. After that, I’ll take you to the grocery store.” Alex nodded to his friend. “Brian, how about you and Poppy meet us at Alessandro’s family diner?”

Mercedes was so embarrassed by the chance meeting between her friends and lover that she couldn’t meet his eye. I can’t believe he just did that. He might as well have stood there naked. Mmm…now there’s a thought.

Alex prancing around her apartment in the nude made for perfect entertainment. Who needed art to hang on the walls, when one swift look at his impeccably well-kept form was pleasurable enough? Just how did I get so lucky? If someone would have told her a week ago, that she’d move back to her hometown and find herself in the arms of a handsome, built, and uber sexy gentleman, she would have called them a liar.

She wasn’t exactly the perfect zero, or whatever the preferred size of women was these days. She was a healthy size twelve, with large boobs and a generously curvy butt.

For years, she had struggled with weight loss and trying to keep up with the social norm. But no matter what fitness center she joined, or fad diet she tried, her svelte body always came back. She’d practically given up thinking that anyone would accept her body for what it was. That is, until now.

Ugh. Must think positive thoughts. Alex…naked…

She imagined reaching forward and yanking the sheet from his body. Damn. Today is shaping up to be a good one.

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About the Author

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, creator of the Romance Author at Large blog, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

Blog: laynap.wordpress.com

Website: www.laynapimentel.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/LaynaPimentel

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorLaynaPimentel

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Tuesday Tales – Bells

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Hello everyone and welcome to another Tuesday Tales!  This week’s word prompt is bells. We are back with Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance.  Gideon has gained Emma’s assistance as he builds the humidor.  With her there, will he get it done?

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The cheerful chime of the cathedral’s bells echoed throughout the townhouse.  The clamor normally drove Gideon to bury his head into his pillow in an attempt to drown out the bright morning rays of light.  This morning, however, he shot up, shoving the covers from his nearly naked body.  He had no idea if and when Emma would grace his threshold with her beauty.  He should at least be decent when she arrived.

Gideon paused for a moment as his eyes fell on the gold band he still wore on his left ring finger.  Sophia.  His heart, his body, his thoughts had been devoted entirely to the golden haired creature since he met her.  He nearly forgot the reason he took on this assignment.  Revenge.  Revenge against the bastard who took the life of his precious wife and son.  He exhaled slowly.  He couldn’t forget them.

Gideon stood from the bed and tugged his chocolate brown wool trousers up each long, powerful leg.  A grin spread across his face at the knock on the door.   His devoted thoughts of Sophia floated away as desire for Emma burned in his veins.  He glanced around for a linen shirt.  Not finding one at the ready he chuckled.  What would Emma’s reaction be when he answered in his rather indecent state?  He couldn’t just let her stand outside in the morning chill as he searched for a shirt.

Gideon tugged on the doorknob, yanking the door open.  His smile faded.

“Good morning to you too, Gideon,” Edgar greeted.  He raised the emerald green bottle of absinthe in his hand.  “I figured you would need one of these.”

“What are you doing here?” Gideon near barked.

“Checking on you.  I worry about you, Gideon.  You are my best friend.  What has you in such a bother?”

Both men stopped at the sound of soft footsteps shuffling behind them.  Emma, dressed in a rose colored gown covered in a charcoal cape and hood, smiled brightly at them.  “Good morning, gentlemen.  Forgive me for interrupting.  I am ready to get to work, Gideon.”

Gideon growled at Edgar’s amused smirk.  He opened the door wider to allow Emma through.  His glare was near murderous as Edgar slipped away from Gideon and followed her inside.

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Tuesday Tales – Checked

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Welcome to another Tuesday Tales!  We are back with my untitled Steampunk romance.  The beautiful Emma just arrived at Gideon’s doorstep to assist him in building the humidor.  What will they do?

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Gideon followed Emma into the living area as he closed the door behind him.  He checked the sway of her hips, the swell of her bosom as she wandered to a overstuffed chair and settled into it.  He then turned to the rest of the cluttered room.  He grimaced.  Cluttered wasn’t the word.  It was packed wall to wall with his various knick knacks.  He could barely make it to his bed tucked in the corner when night fell.  With a heavy sigh he picked up a pile of books.  He turned for the staircase to take them to the bedchambers upstairs.

“What are you doing?” Emma quizzed.

Gideon smiled gently at her.  “I am about to start building a humidor.  To do so I will need plenty of room.  I am cleaning.”

He planted his large foot on the first step of the staircase.  He turned back as he heard the whisper of her skirt across the wooden floor.  Emma gathered another pile of tomes in her arms and shuffled after him.  Gideon’s grin grew wide as he led her to the second floor.  He was going to enjoy having an assistant, especially one as breathtakingly beautiful as Emma.

It took most of the day to clear the room of Gideon’s things, leaving their clothes streaked gray with the layers of dust that covered nearly everything they had put away.  Exhausted, Emma slumped onto Gideon’s bed.  His heart thundered at the sight of her there.  Emma glanced around, realizing where she was.  She blushed as she quickly stood.

“It is late.  I must go,” she breathed.

Gideon gathered her coat and his.  He held it for her as she slipped her arms into the sleeves.  “It is too late for a lady to be wandering the streets of London alone.  I will walk you home.”  He tugged his waistcoat on then opened the door for her.  He followed her out into the twilight.

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Cover Reveal! Stay With Me by Layna Pimentel

 

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Cover Reveal: Stay With Me

Coming soon to Secret Cravings Publishing.

BLURB

Master Alex is furious when a friend’s submissive invites a naive stranger to his party. With his reputation on the line, he must keep her out of trouble and away from curious Doms. Observing signs of interest from her, he leads her down the path of wicked temptations. However, when his ex-sub pushes her way back into his life, he tries to find a balance between his discreet life and his public one.

Mercedes is fearful of the world she’s stepped into, but the curiosity of what pleasures lie beyond keep her interested in far more than the play. All is going well until a jealous woman convinces her she’s out of her league. Desperate to regain control over her life and heart, she pushes Alex away.

Will these two manage to find their way to each other, or is their relationship doomed from the moment they meet?

BIOGRAPHY

Born and raised in Toronto, Ontario, Layna discovered her love of reading at an early age. When she isn’t devouring salacious romance novels or writing, she enjoys losing herself in researching ancient history and mythology, weaponry, and hiking. She lives in Northern Ontario, with her husband and two daughters.

Layna is a member of the Romance Writers of America, creator of the Romance Author at Large blog, and is a monthly contributor at 69 Shades of Smut. For updates on her upcoming releases, or to leave her a comment, you can find at:

Blog: laynap.wordpress.com

Website: www.laynapimentel.com

Twitter: www.twitter.com/LaynaPimentel

Facebook: www.facebook.com/AuthorLaynaPimentel

 

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A Special Kind Of Love by Tamara Hoffa

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Blurb:

A SPECIAL KIND OF LOVE

Through Fights and Fire, Prejudice and Passion, Burns A Special Kind of Love

A divorced school teacher, estranged from her family, wants to start over. Sharon Daily moves to Gaines, Wyoming with her ten year old autistic son, Aaron. She hoped to find kindness and acceptance in this small town. She wasn’t looking for love…

Tanner West, the Fire Chief of Gaines, seems to have it all. Great job, loving family, and any woman he wants to warm his bed at night. But, Tanner has suffered too. A Native American in a white world, he longs to find love and acceptance. He is ready for more than someone to share his bed. He wants someone to share his life. And Sharon really lights his fire.

Making a life with Sharon will require A Special Kind of Love.

Excerpt One:

Sharon looked up into the most gorgeous face she had ever seen. Eyes like dark chocolate, deep and warm, stared out at her from a face that looked like it could have been chiseled in stone. Skin the color of burnished copper, high cheekbones, a sharp nose, full lips, and a cleft chin. How the hell had she failed to notice him before? Her heart skipped a beat and she ran her gaze down the rest of his body. He was tall, well over six feet, she would guess, with broad shoulders that tapered into a trim waist. His thighs, encased in worn denim, fit like a second skin against legs the size of tree trunks, and oh my, what lay between those thighs… Her attention snapped back to his face and she could feel the heat of a blush suffuse her skin.

Tanner cleared his throat, his dark chocolate eyes flashing with amusement and a little heat. He extended his hand. His large calloused hand engulfed her small one. A shock of sensation shot up her arm and down her body to some places she had begun to think had stopped working long ago.

“Ma’am,” he said.

What the hell was with everyone calling her ma’am here? She was beginning to feel like an old lady.

“Call me Sharon, please. It’s nice to meet you, Mr. West.”

“Well now, if I’m gonna call you Sharon, then you’re gonna have to call me Tanner.”

Their gazes locked and everything around her faded away. Feelings she had thought were lost with the defection of her ex-husband surged to the forefront. Attraction, lust, a deep loneliness, and desire to be held in those strong arms. Aaron interrupted her reverie and snapped her back to the present in a heartbeat.

“I want to see the horses, now!” he demanded.

 Excerpt Two:

“Hello?”

“Hi, beautiful.”

The deep baritone of his voice rolled over her skin like a caress. She felt hot and cold at the same time and goose bumps crawled down her spine. She was in such big trouble.

“I didn’t expect to hear from you so soon,” she cooed.

“I don’t want to scare you off, but I really had a great time today. I want to get to know you better. I thought Aaron would be asleep by now and we could talk.”

“He is…asleep I mean. What do you want to talk about?”

“Where are you?”

“Um, I’m in bed.”

“Oh, man, now I have that visual in my head. I’ve been dreaming about you in bed. In my bed.”

Dang this man was coming on strong. But I kind of like it.

“Really? You are a naughty boy.”

“You have no idea. What are you wearing?”

Sharon laughed. “Sorry to ruin your fantasies, big boy, but I’m wearing flannel pajama pants and a T-shirt. I’m sure that’s not what you pictured.”

“I was picturing nothing…” Sharon barked a laugh “That’s not what I meant! I mean I didn’t have anything specific in mind.”

The poor guy was stammering. She loved being able to fluster him.

“What are you wearing, Mr. West?”

Silence met her question.

“Tanner?”

“I’m not sure I should answer that question.”

“Fair is fair, I answered your question. Now answer mine.”

“Boxer shorts,” he mumbled.

She closed her eyes and pictured him in her mind. She knew he was muscular, she could just imagine his chest, smooth and tan. Would he have a hairy chest or smooth? Smooth she bet, considering his Native American ancestry. A six pack, at least and maybe a happy trail heading down behind the waistband of his shorts. She licked her suddenly dry lips.

“Do they have smiley faces on them?”

“No, never. SpongeBob.”

She laughed again. When was the last time she had laughed this much? Not in too long to remember.

“I don’t believe you.”

“No, really they’re just plain. But I made you laugh.”

“Yes, you did. You do that a lot. Thank you.”

“I love the sound of your laughter. I want to hear it all the time.”

That had to be about the sweetest thing anyone had ever said to her.

Book Trailer: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rxfPO3pRJSM

Buy links:

Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Special-Kind-Love-Tamara-Hoffa-ebook/dp/B00GR9SMXU/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1384835959&sr=1-1&keywords=a+special+kind+of+love

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Bio:

Tamara Hoffa lives in central Tennessee, with her husband of 30 years, her three grown children, two grandchildren, 4 dogs and 2 cats. Tamara started reading when she was four years old and has rarely been seen without a book at hand since. At home you will usually find her in “nana’s chair” with her kindle, her laptop or one of her precious, precocious grandson’s in her lap. Tamara is a reviewer, a professional reader and can now add author to her repertoire.  Tamara is proof positive that it’s never too late to reach for your dreams.

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Goodreads: http://www.goodreads.com/author/show/6537898.Tamara_Hoffa

Blog: http://sslyblog.wordpress.com/

Other books by Tamara

Roping Love

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Bookstrand: http://www.bookstrand.com/roping-love

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Tuesday Tales – Wavy

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Happy Tuesday!  It’s time for another Tuesday Tales!  This week’s word prompt is “wavy”.  We are back with Gideon in my untitled Steampunk romance.  He has agreed to make Katarina Hellwig a device to murder her husband, a man accused of ordering Gideon’s wife’s death.  What has he come up with?  Let’s take a look!

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The soft rap on the wood door startled Gideon awake.  He shook himself to his senses, knocking free a nut or two that embedded themselves into his skin when he fell asleep at his tool bench.  He rubbed his tired eyes then ran a large hand through his thick, wavy hair fighting the unruly locks into submission.  He took a brief glance at his journal.  He had a decent rough sketch of his humidor.  It was enough to get him started.  He also had plenty of space to make adjustments if the need arose.

Gideon shot a look at the door when there was another knock.  He stood from his stool gingerly, stretching each of his long limbs carefully, then strode to the door.  He tugged it open.  He sucked in his breath sharply at the vision that greeted him on the other side.

“Good morning, Gideon,” Emma cooed in greeting.

Gideon stared at her for a moment while he searched for his voice.  He smiled.  “Good morning, Emma.  What brings you to my doorstep this morning?  I have nothing for you to report to Katarina.”

“I did not come for a report, my dear Captain.  Katarina sent me to assist you in whichever way you may need me.”

“I am not sure I need assistance.  I work alone.”

Emma smile blossomed wider as her eyes sparkled.  “There has to be something I can help with.  I can sort bolts and screws if you wish.”

Gideon felt his heartbeat pick up a few notches.  All of his nerves were on fire.  There was no use protesting with her.  Every fiber of his being wanted her to stay.  His guilty conscience dutifully reminded him of his beloved Sophia.  His thundering heart pushed the thought aside.  He pushed the door open further to allow her inside.  His voice was rough.  “Won’t you come in?”

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Bitter Fruits by Sarah Daltry

 

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Book Info:

Title: Bitter Fruits (Eden’s Fall, #1)

Author: Sarah Daltry

Release Date: 12/1/2013

Publisher: Escape Publishing

Blurb:

For fans of dark urban fantasy comes a novel that questions why forbidden fruit is always the most tempting…

A vampire-themed masquerade party isn’t really her scene, but Nora is sick of frat parties and bars. When she meets Alec, the appeal suddenly becomes clear. It’s obvious that they’ve been struck by the same intense mutual attraction, but Alec keeps his distance. Intrigued despite herself, Nora pushes a little deeper — and discovers Alec’s unimaginable secret…

Nora is not afraid of following Alec into the darkness, but the choice is soon taken from her. Someone is hunting her — someone tied to the secret and desperate to see it play out. But when Nora finally meets her aggressor, she finds herself hopelessly drawn to him. She needs to make a choice between the two men, but can she save them both, knowing one is destined to die?

Praise for Bitter Fruits:
“This book is one of the best paranormals I’ve read, and I’ve read a lot. Five stars hands down! I am proud to pass it on to all of you. Buy this book, devour it and enjoy. ”

 Buy Links:

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About The Author:

Sarah Daltry writes about the regular people who populate our lives. She’s written works in various genres – romance, erotica, fantasy, horror. Genre isn’t as important as telling a story about people and how their lives unfold. Sarah tends to focus on YA/NA characters but she’s been known to shake it up. Most of her stories are about relationships – romantic, familial, friendly – because love and empathy are the foundation of life. It doesn’t matter if the story is set in contemporary NY, historical Britain, or a fantasy world in the future – human beings are most interesting in the ways they interact with others. This is the principle behind all of Sarah’s stories.

Sarah has spent most of her life in school, from her BA and MA in English and writing to teaching both at the high school and college level. She also loves studying art history and really anything because learning is fun.

When Sarah isn’t writing, she tends to waste a lot of time checking Facebook for pictures of cats, shooting virtual zombies, and simply staring out the window.

 

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Excerpt:

 

He sits in front of me and brings me to his chest. Our flesh is hot and sticky where it touches and I can’t stop the ache between my legs. His breathing is ragged and he tightens his grip on the back of my head as he tries to slow it. I am hurt or angry or frustrated, but I don’t know which. He runs his hands along my entire body and I push against him, needing him and not knowing how to accept his denial.

I want you, Nora. I have wanted you since I saw you. You are gorgeous. However, there are secrets that… Please understand, the steps that you want to take will reveal things. This cannot end well for either of us. I don’t want to make you suffer, but I am fated to suffer. Don’t make me bring you with me into the darkness. I can’t bear to lose you.’

I sense the pain that grips him. The darkness that he speaks of sounds frightening, but I don’t feel fear when I face him and meet his eyes. ‘I will follow you anywhere. Dark or light. Stop trying to make my choices for me.’

Our lips meet again, but it is with doubt. Neither of us knows what will happen if we are to move forward, but I want to have a chance to find out.

My body is still crying out for him but now my mind is calm. I want him, but I want him when he knows that I’m ready for whatever that means. His hands touch me and his caresses are soft. We both slow our breathing and I try to let my will match his. When he pulls away, he gathers the picnic and looks at me with longing and a hunger I do not recognize. It’s not sexual, but desperate. Almost as a dying man looks in the last moments of his life.

In three days,’ he says, ‘I will meet you again at the church where we first met. In the meantime, I want you to look something up — and if you do not appear at the church, I’ll know that what you found changed everything.’

Okay,’ I say warily. I’ll do anything he asks, but his fear scares me. What kind of secrets can he possibly hold? Little right now could stop me from going to him in three days.

Find the name Charles Samuels. He was an Oxford student in the 1960s. And then we shall see how much of the darkness you are willing to face.’

I’ll look him up, but Alec, I’m going to be at the church in three days,’ I say.

For your sake, Nora, I hope that you’re not.’

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Playlist: 

Link: https://play.spotify.com/user/1283422417/playlist/1e3obabaRPVyJylsWrwn19

Trailer:

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