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PROMO & GIVEAWAY: RUNNING IN PLACE (Mending Hearts Book #2) BY L.B. SIMMONS

Book Title: Running in Place (Mending Hearts Book #2)
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Tatum O’Connell: 
Some call me a party girl. People see me as happy, full of life, with absolutely no cares in the world. They see what I want them to see. But no one knows me – really knows me. Not even Noah Reese. Mr. Perfect is always watching me, most likely judging every single imperfect thing I do. But, if Noah wants to keep an eye on me, that’s just fine. I definitely don’t mind. I just hope he doesn’t have any plans to save me from my new-found life of self-destruction because in order to save me, he will have to see me… 
And I’m never going to let that happen. 
Noah Reese: 
Perfect. That’s me. That’s the only acceptable way to be, according to my father. Perfect grades. Perfect manners. Perfect athlete. Perfect SAT scores. Perfect college. And recently, I was accepted into the perfect med school. My future has already been mapped out for me and there’s nothing that can change that. Not even Tatum O’Connell. That girl is out of control, yet for some reason, I can’t seem to keep my distance from her. I watch her closely, hoping that one day she’ll let me in, but watching her lead her life down the dangerous path she’s on right now isn’t easy… 
I have a feeling I’m about to find myself swept away by the hurricane that is Tatum O’Connell. 
“Two fleeting souls, 
Unknowingly tethered. 
Too slowly drawn, 
Impatient fate calls. 
The jolting collide intertwines their lives 
And splinters their walls.” 
“Catalyst” – Noah Reese 
“You’re a worthless excuse for a daughter. I wish I never had you.” 
Frantically, my eyes dart around the room for her. She’s here. I know it. I can smell the stench of alcohol in the air. Whipping around, I search for any trace of her, my entire body shaking and the knot in my throat unbearable. Tears fill my eyes as they anxiously race around the kitchen, finally landing on the cabinet where she used to store her liquor. 
Memories flood my mind, the immobilizing terror that I would feel every time she approached it. The prayers I would send to no one in particular, just hoping that she wouldn’t open that fucking cabinet for just one night. Prayers that fell on deaf ears. 
Slowly I make my way to the white doors, crouching down in front of them. 
“You killed him and I will make damn sure you spend the rest of your life paying for that. I’ll never again know true happiness because you fucking exist.” 
Shaking my head to try to clear her voice from my mind, I set my trembling fingers on the silver knobs and yank the doors open. Nothing. 
A sigh of relief escapes my lips as I close them. Rising, I turn to take a step towards the sink when another memory strikes. 
“Mama, don’t please.” I cry out loud as she approaches me with the scissors. 
“I have to, Tatum. Your beauty does not match the vile, revolting child that you really are on the inside. Everyone should see you for who you are.” I try to run, but she grabs my long dark hair as I pass by her, swiping the blades so close to my neck that I can feel the cool metal against my skin. Laughing she chunks my tresses into the sink. “You’re an ugly person, Tatum. Inside…and out, now.” 
“God, Daddy. Please help me,” I say out loud, lifting my shaking hands to my forehead, threading sections of hair through my fingers. “Please, Daddy, I need you.” After a while, calmness spreads throughout my body. I’m no longer shaking, but the voices are still there. 
Turning the faucet on, I splash water on my face repeatedly, trying to drown out them out along with the memories. After wiping my face dry with a dishtowel, I hear the crackling of gravel as Noah’s Jeep pulls up into the driveway. 
Breathing in deeply, I try to regain my composure as I walk to the door, straightening my shirt and running my fingers through my hair before I reach for the knob. Hearing steps in front of the house, I barely crack the door and poke my head out to make sure it’s really him. With all the crazy shit going on in this house I can’t be too sure. But, much to my relief, there he is, standing on my porch in his classic white t-shirt, work jeans and boots, his fist raised about to knock. 
And just like that, the voices are gone and my head is clear. 
I release a comforted breath and feel the corners of my mouth slightly lift at the sight of him. 
“What are you smiling at?” Noah asks, seemingly nervous. Opening the door wider, I gesture for him to enter my house of horrors. The sight of his disheveled hair makes me grin even more. 
“Your hair, it’s nice to see it like that. I don’t know why, but it makes me smile.” I clear my throat. His nerves must be contagious, because suddenly I feel that hummingbird feeling in my chest. 
With him now inside, I close the door and head towards the kitchen, checking over my shoulder to make sure he’s following me. “Want something to eat?” 
Once I see he’s fallen into step, I turn back around and round the corner, making sure to avoid looking at the sink. The memory still lingering on the hinges of my mind, I try to push it as far away as I can. “I don’t have much, but I did manage to make it to the store over the weekend.” 
“No, I’m good, Thanks, though.” He shoves his hands in his pockets and rocks onto the balls of his feet. 
Thinking about our last night together, I feel the frustration mounting within myself. I should kick my own ass for kissing him. Everything seems so edgy between us now and I hate it. Running my fingers through my hair, I twist it at the nape of my neck and bring it over my shoulder. 
“Well, what’s up? What couldn’t wait until tonight?” 
His eyes widen. “Tonight? What’s tonight?” 
“I picked up Sadie’s shift.” 
He grinds his teeth together as he leans against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest. “I told you to take the entire week off, Tate. You don’t need to work right now. You need to concentrate on healing.” 
I know. 
“No, I don’t. I’m sick and tired of being cooped up in this depressing house. I need to get out, to stay busy. I feel like I’m losing it, honestly.” My hands are still trembling and I’m not sure if it’s the sudden anxiety from being around Noah or the fact that I’m losing my mind. His eyes break from mine and land on them as they continue to shake like a leaf. Pressing himself off the wall, he takes a small, timid step towards me. 
I want to tell him to stop. To stay where he is. To tell him to leave this house and forget about me. That I could ruin his perfect life by just being near him. 
But I don’t. 
I let him continue taking those steps until he’s right in front of me and even breathe out a sigh of contentment when he wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his frame. The tears fall as he lightly traces my back with his fingers, and with each touch, my uneasiness lessens. I know it’s selfish, but I would give anything to stay in this moment forever. 
Circling my arms around his waist, I press my forehead against his chest and watch the droplets as they plummet from my face towards his boots, dark spots forming as they strike. After a couple of seconds, I replace my forehead with my chin, daring to look into his muddy brown eyes, full of their usual intensity as he studies me, peering into my soul. In them, I find complete solace and protection, and the sudden desire to share things with him that I swore I’d never share with another living person. 
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Noah. I feel like I’m going fucking crazy. Ever since Friday, I can’t stop them. The voices. My mother’s leading their charge to my insanity.” My throat closes almost completely shut. “I hate this house. I hate being here, alone. So many memories…” I trail off, my strength fading, no longer able to keep from bawling. 
I close my eyes as the warm moisture cascades down my cheeks and runs down my neck. Unwrapping his arms, he moves his hands to my face, wiping the tears away, but it’s useless. They’re replaced instantly. 
“Tate, open your eyes. Look at me, baby.” I keep them closed, not ready to face the wary expression in front of me. 
“Let me in, Tate. Open your eyes.” The heartache in his tone and the tremble of his voice prompts me to open them immediately. As soon as our eyes catch, a breath hitches in my throat. His eyes shining, he gently wraps his fingers around my shoulders, pressing his thumbs softly into my flesh as he speaks. 
“You’re not alone. I’m right here.” A slight smile of relief breaks through the tears on my face. 
I watch his mouth tip up in response. “Now, tell the voices to shut the fuck up because it’s my turn.”

L.B. Simmons is a graduate of Texas A&M University and holds a degree in Biomedical Science. She has been a practicing Chemist for the last 11 years. She lives with her husband and three daughters in Texas and writes every chance she gets.

Running on Empty (Book #1) 
Running On Empty (Mending Hearts, #1)

   

I had the perfect life. Beautiful and loving husband.Three gorgeous little girls. Successful career. The only thing missing was the white picket fence. I really wanted that fence. Three years ago, I lost that life. I lost my husband. And I lost myself. But, eventually, I found my way through the darkness. I’ve made peace with my new life. I have my girls, and that’s all that matters. They are my world. I have no illusions of ever falling in love again or getting whisked away on a white horse. But then he came back into my life. On a freakin’ motorcycle. There’s no way I’ll let him turn my life completely upside down.Absolutely no way. The question is… How long can I keep pretending that I’m happy with my life being right-side up?
Recovery – a Novella (Book #1.5)

   

I have the perfect life. I’ve finally found my happy ending. I fought through the loss of one husband, lucky enough to be given a second chance at a lifetime of happiness. Settling into our new lives, however, may not be as easy as it seems. What really happens after the fairytale ending? What happens after the prince rescues the princess? After he sweeps her off her feet and carries her off into the sunset? Do they truly live happily ever after? Well… This is our story.

PROMO BLITZ: JUST ONE WEEK BY STACEY LYNN

Title: Just One Week (Just One Song #2) 
Author: Stacey Lynn 
Genre: Contemporary Romance 
Publication Date: October 24, 2013 
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Two years ago, Mia had everything she thought she wanted. She loved her job, and her best friend

Nicole was finally recovering from losing her family in a car accident. When they met rock star Zack Walters and given backstage pages for his concert in their hometown of Minneapolis, Mia had no idea she would get involved with the band’s drummer, Chase Harper. It was simple, fun, and exactly what Mia liked best – no strings attached. 

Then Chase decided to change the rules and Mia did what she’s always done best: she ran. 
Now she’s on her way to Los Angeles to help Nicole get ready for her wedding to Zack. The one thing she’s not looking forward to is seeing Chase again. With his sculpted muscles, strong hands and dark gray eyes that seem to know everything she’s thinking – Chase has the ability to make her forget. He also has the power to make her feel, something Mia refuses to let happen. 
When everything around Mia’s life begins to crumble, and she keeps all of her secrets tucked close and hidden away, Chase is the one who steps in to help. 
Because he has decided that he isn’t letting her go again. Not until she finally admits she’s his. 
Note: Book can be read as a standalone as these are spin-off characters from Just One Song. 

“You have a massage in one hour,” I remind her with a raised eyebrow. Her eyes slowly open and the smoky color in her blue eyes clears.
“Wha….”
I chuckle softly. It takes every ounce of self-control not to take her. How can one kiss turn both of so completely inside out like this?
“A massage. In one hour.” And then I smirk. “Unless you want me to take care of it for you.” I run my hands slowly down her throat, across her collar bone, and down her sides until I reach the edge of her short t-shirt that I want removed. Immediately. I play with the hem with my fingers and firmly grasp her thighs, squeezing the backs of them until my hands are cupping her perfect ass.
She jumps when I pinch each ass cheek, pushing me away. I throw my hands up innocently as she laughs just once. It’s the first smile I’ve gotten out of her since we stepped out of the plane. It’s progress and I’ll take it.
“You’re a tool.”
I place both hands on my hips, my feet shoulder-width apart, and watch her eyes fall to my erection that’s pressed so hard against my boxers I’m surprised it hasn’t popped out yet. When she’s looking, I wiggle my hips once. “We both know you like my tool.”
Her cheeks flush bright pink and she turns away, but she’s still smiling and laughing so I consider my work done for the morning.

Stacey Lynn left her workplace in a cube farm at an insurance company, as soon as her first child was born and has never once looked back. 
Years – and four kids later – she rediscovered her love of reading in an effort to find a brief escape from the mountains of laundry, dust balls, and dishes. Reading turned into her daydreaming, and soon…an idea was born. Once the story became loud enough that she couldn’t ignore it any longer, she put down her Kindle (briefly!) and began her work on Just One Song. 
Stacey loves hearing from readers. 

PROMO BLITZ: HEARSTRINGS BY HEATHER GUNTER

Title: Heartstrings
Author: Heather Gunter

Everyone thinks of me as this happy and upbeat person. What they don’t know is that I carry a deep, dark secret. Something horrible happened to me a year ago, and I have kept it quiet all this time. I was fine for a while, but somehow it’s chosen this time to come back, and it’s eating at me–like a cancer. 
I need to tell someone about it, I just don’t know how. I’m pushing everyone I love away, including my mom and my best friend Charlie. 
Then there is Will. Handsome, sweet Will. We went out on a date a while back, but then the incident happened leaving me crushed and him confused. 
How do you tell someone you care about all of your secrets, and will they still want you when the truth comes out? 
Heather is a devoted mother of three gorgeous boys. She balances spending as much time with them as possible with writing, updating her Into the Night Reviews book blog and her day job. Her love of animals sees her home in Canton, GA bursting with numerous dogs and ferrets. 
Heather campaigns passionately for anti-bullying initiatives and has a strong conviction to reduce peoples suffering at the hands of bullies. 
A talented singer, who once dreamed of pursuing a career in that field, she has put that goal aside in exchange for her writing. A self proclaimed geek, whatever spare time she has is spent curled on the couch reading and listening to music. 

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PROMO BLITZ: IN TOO DEEP BY SELENE CHARDOU

Title: In Too Deep
Author: Selene Chardou
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In too fast… 
Trista Lennon-Carter received a phone call that will change her tranquil life with her husband, rock star Linx Carter, in the blink of an eye. All she knows is her brother, Trey, is either dead or being held against his will in Northern Ireland and despite him being the Demon’s Bastards’ Sergeant-at-Arms, he needs her help. 
In too far… 
To save Trey, Trista will have to take Linx back to the very place she grew up and the same place she’s wanted to escape from her entire life. She will also have to involve the very Motorcycle clubs she has no wish to deal with ever again. When it is a life or death situation, she would do anything to save the only family she has left. 
In too deep… 
The club life has become ingrained in Trista like a tattoo and to save her brother, she will be forced to become the person she most feared was a part of her all along: a vengeful, fearless murderer who will stop at nothing to save Trey. With her life and that of her husband’s at stake, will she survive the nightmare their world has become, or will it drag them back into the criminal cesspool she has finally managed to escape? 
The stunning conclusion to The Lovers Duet, Trista and Linx’s journey will be one of strife, hardship and beyond the boundaries of anything they have ever had to face before. Will they be able to endure or will the past and their current present ruin their future happy ever after?

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“Mr. Cox—”
“Call me Dizzy…everyone else does.”
“Dizzy, my wife was not privy to my background. I purposely didn’t tell her because I didn’t want to scare her away. However, now that she does know, I’m no longer involved with any criminal activities and I will do whatever it takes to help her brother be found.” Linx’s eyes stayed glued to the man in charge and refused to look at me.
“You see, Trista, that is true love and the man who finds it is worthy enough indeed.” Dizzy’s bright blue eyes locked with mine and held my gaze firmly this time. “Although I am not crazy about Cillian’s choice in women, he and Gisela are truly in love as are you and Linx. Your husband will become a club member and will sit for a Saint tattoo because he is overwhelmingly in love with you, Trista. He’d do anything, even sell his soul for you. You were lucky to find them but then again, like mother, like daughter.”
I didn’t understand where this conversation was going but I was sure I wasn’t going to like it, not that I was all that enamored with what I’d heard so far. It was like the blows kept coming and they wouldn’t fucking stop. When would I dig out the truth from underneath a stack of lies so high, no one knew if it even existed any longer.
I swallowed my Macallan and poured myself another drink. What I wouldn’t give for a joint right now; I seriously needed to get high and fucked up just to forget this clusterfuck called my life.
“What about my mother?” I questioned as evenly as possible.
As a woman, I wasn’t allowed to raise my voice or talk to Dizzy in any kind of way. He could order something very distasteful to happen, like all his sons, fucking me one after the other while Linx watched and there wouldn’t be a damn thing he could do about it. I was the lone vagina in the room and this situation made me feel uncomfortable instead of empowered.
They all surveyed me like another piece of meat. I might as well been club ass but what did I expect with my skinny jeans riding the curves I was quickly beginning to lose and the full breasts that had once been my pride and joy but were now the bane of my existence?
Dizzy glared at me with I could only describe as cold, desolate eyes. “Your father, that two-timing, no good son of a bitch bastard left in just the right amount of time. Not only was I going to personally shoot his dirty, good for nothing Federal agent ass in the head but I was going to leave Bronaugh for Antoinette. God knows I have been in love with that woman from the first time I met her in Boston. I was just a small time thug at the time with a motorcycle club but she was beauty personified. How she ended up with that no good son of a bitch is beyond me. They were never a good match but her parents liked him so she did what she had to do.”
I couldn’t listen to the rest. I bolted from my seat and ran to the bathroom. 

Selene Chardou is a world traveler and the alter-ego of Elle Chardou. 
Ms. Chardou’s writing is all about hot romance and exciting times with the wild, damaged, out of control and/or rich and famous set in the New Adult realm. 
She is currently working on The Will to Love, the second novel in the Scarlet Fever Series, which chronicles the relationship of Will Cullen and Laurel Munsen. She is also working on Deadly Seduction, the first novel in The Rough Riders series, which chronicles the issues between three Motorcycle Clubs, and various criminal elements in the tri-city area of Reno, Lake Tahoe and Carson City in Northern Nevada. 
Ms. Chardou has lived abroad in Stockholm (Sweden), Manchester (England), Los Angeles, the San Francisco Bay Area and Portland. She currently resides in Las Vegas, Nevada.


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Out From Under (The Lovers Duet #1)
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Trista Lennon is strong, independent and only desires freedom. Freedom from the control of her parents, freedom from the motorcycle gangs she has had to put up with her whole life and freedom from a relationship that will trap her into the very life she has no wish to ever live. 
The day before she’s supposed to leave for Stanford University to pursue her dreams, her world is shattered. After a tragedy that tears her family apart, Trey, her cousin, Talia, invites her to L.A. Her life is all the sudden Hollywood stars and sunshine, late nights and wild parties. 
And then she meets him. 
Linx Carter isn’t looking for a relationship. He survived a dysfunctional marriage with his childhood sweetheart, which produced two sons, an inability to trust women and a multitude of lies. He merely wants to recuperate from a rough, six month tour Winter’s Regret just completed with superstar band, Scarlet Fever, and enjoy a little peace and quiet. 
Until he sees her. 
Trista and Linx fight their attraction for one another like war on a battlefield. 
She has a closetful of secrets and he would rather be single and pathetic than date a teenage girl who seems older than her years. However the passion between them is too much to resist and they realize in order to heal one another, they must destroy the walls they have constructed so tightly around their hearts.

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PROMO BLITZ: SKIPPING STONES BY J.B. MCGEE

Title: Skipping Stones
Author: J.B. Mcgee

They say there are five stages of grief: denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance.

Not everyone will grieve in this order, nor will everyone go through every stage. It’s during the stage of denial when Alex Hart meets Andrew Foster. He takes her one-step closer to acceptance: the stage when new, meaningful relationships are formed. The stage when the realization occurs that this is now the new state of normal.

Just when Alex thinks she is on her way to healing, she enters the bargaining phase. That’s the phase where you wonder what you could have done differently. You wonder “what if?” Specifically, what if the ones you loved hadn’t left you?

Leaving…this is what makes heading off to war so difficult and frightening for Alex. She knows all too well what it’s like to be the one on the losing end of life, which is why she’s made it her personal mission in life to save as many lives as possible. The extreme high she gets from treating trauma victims turns into Alex’s own form of therapy, or so she thinks.

When faced with her world being turned upside down, Alex may just find that her true therapy is in the one who has always saved her.

J.B. McGee was born and raised in Aiken, South Carolina. After graduating from South Aiken High School, she toured Europe as a member of the 1999 International Bands of America Tour, playing the clarinet. While attending Converse College, an all-girls school in Spartanburg, South Carolina, she visited Charleston often. It quickly became one of her favorite vacation spots. She met her husband, Chad, during Christmas break her freshman year, and they married in 2001 and she moved back to her home town.

In 2005, the couple welcomed their first son, Noah. J.B. finished her Bachelor of Arts degree in Early Childhood Education at the University of South Carolina-Aiken in 2006. During her time studying children’s literature, a professor had encouraged her to become a writer.

In 2007, she welcomed their second child, Jonah, and she became a stay at home mom/entrepreneur. In 2009, the found out their two children and J.B. have Mitochondrial Disease. In 2011, a diagnosis also was given to Chad. Please take a moment and learn more about Mitochondrial Disease. Awareness is key to this disease that has no cure or treatments.

J.B. McGee and her family now reside in Buford, Georgia, to be closer to their children’s medical team. After a passion for reading had been re-ignited, J.B. decided to finally give writing a shot. Broken (This Series), is her first book and first series.


 

Promo Blitz and Excerpt: Only for You by Genna Rulon

ONLY FOR YOU
Book 1 of the For You Series
by Genna Rulon
Published: September 24, 2013
Category: New Adult
Genre: Contemporary Romance
“In its purest form love is self-sacrificing, eternal, selfless, enduring, truthful, forgiving and indulgent.  It also feels an awful lot like a kick to the stomach when you try to fight it!”
           
All Everleigh Carsen wanted to do was complete her final semester at Hensley University and begin the life she carefully planned.
When a wave of violent crime seizes campus, Everleigh is persuaded by her best friend to attend a school sponsored self-defense seminar, where she meets volunteer instructor, Hunter Charles. After Everleigh’s biting sarcasm induces Hunter to eject her from class, an explosive relationship is born.
Everleigh is determined to forget the striking man, but fate—that fickle shrew—continuously intervenes. Unable to escape him, she declares Hunter an enemy combatant.  The only complication…Hunter is resolutely pursuing vindication…by any means necessary. Verbal warfare ensues, and despite Everleigh’s ingenious efforts, in Hunter, she has finally found her equal.
Only For You is a compelling tale of friendship, desire, and redemption—brimming with intelligent characters, witty dialogue, unexpected twists, profound sorrow, unfettered hope, and love’s unassailable perseverance.
• This story is appropriate for readers 18+
• Though Only For You is a part of the For You Series, the book can be read as a stand-alone.
I glanced at the clock again—6:40 in the morning and I was awake.  I struggled to contain my frustration with Sam and reminded myself that she was my best friend, regardless of the inconvenient enrollment she made on my behalf.
Samantha Elizabeth Magdalena Whitney, Sam, grew up in a mansion on the North Shore of Long Island surrounded by every amenity.  She wanted for nothing, other than her parent’s attention and understanding.  It was the same old story—her father was absent physically and emotionally, and her mother tried to micromanage her life.  Sam emerged unscathed, no longer expecting her father’s regard, and disregarding her mother’s propaganda to follow her own path.  Sam lived life joyously, without pretention. 
My mother was a ‘domestic’ at the Whitney estate, an ostentatious title synonymous with housekeeper.  It was a good position for a single mother, permitting her to work while I was at school and only requiring the occasional babysitter when the Whitneys hosted a special event.  The salary was conservative, but she was provided with a car and her compensation included health insurance for us both. 
We only lived fifteen minutes apart, but we were in a different stratosphere.  Mom and I shared a small two-bedroom apartment in an older complex.  I wasn’t outfitted in designer labels, but I never had to hang my head in shame, either.  My mom strived to provide all of my needs and as many of my wants as was manageable.  She understood the importance of appearances to a young girl’s self-esteem, and creatively protected me from peer scrutiny.  We couldn’t afford store bought costumes, so each year she sewed my Halloween costume from old clothing she found at garage sales until I had a couture masterpiece—I always had the winning costume at the school parade.  As I grew older, she would find incredible vintage pieces at thrift stores, which my girlfriends coveted.  I can now appreciate the hours she must have invested into finding each discounted treasure, motivated by her love for me.  She even squirreled money away, a sacrifice I only later understood, to enable me to receive haircuts at a trendy salon.  She loved me fiercely and proved it not only in words, but also in actions.  It was only in recent years I could fully appreciate how blessed I was—what I lacked in trivial possessions was inconsequential compared to the vastness of her love and devotion.
Sam and I met shortly after Mom was hired by the Whitneys.  The school called the Whitney estate to advise Sam was sick but her mom was unavailable, in the city shopping, leaving my Mom to collect Sam from school and care for her.  Since the day was nearly over Mom brought me along, unable to arrange a sitter on such short notice.  I spent the afternoon keeping Sam company and we had been best friends ever since. 
Sam demanded I join her dance class— according to Mrs. Whitney it was imperative that Sam study dance—and with no alternative to coax her participation, the Whitneys paid my tuition to accompany Sam.  It was Mom who taxied us, watched our rehearsal, and brought us home.  In fourth grade, Sam acquiesced to study piano if I joined her.  Unbeknownst to me, piano was another critical life skill that Sam must acquire, which meant I would acquire it as well.  In eighth grade, Sam refused to attend a prestigious enrichment summer camp unless I enrolled.  It was understood that if the Whitneys wanted Sam to endure any supercilious activity, it best include me to gain her cooperation. 
Sam’s choice to attend the same university as me was the natural progression.  She could have attended any college in the world with her intellect, grades, and familial resources.  We applied to the same top ten ranked universities.  Sam’s dream was to move as far from her parent’s oppressive shadow as her admittance letters could provide, to discover life liberated from her family’s dogmata.  My acceptance would be determined by the university offering the greatest financial aid, as I was unwilling to burden my mom or myself with student loans.  I was accepted to all schools I applied, and Hensley was the highest-ranking institution to provide a full scholarship.  Sam was accepted to all schools she applied, with the exception of Yale—a slight she would never forgive.  When Sam learned I committed to Hensley, she shocked me by following suit.  She wanted to share the college experience with me and, after fifteen years of friendship, virtually sisters, separating would be akin to losing a limb.
The Whitneys were appalled at the prospect of Sam living in student dormitories.  Consequently, they bought a two-bedroom condominium in the most prestigious complex near to the school.  It was small, as all the apartments near school were, but luxurious.  Ever generous, Sam insisted I room with her rent-free to eliminate on-campus housing expenses.  I never could have foreseen Sam’s decision would be my saving grace.  
Genna Rulon is an up-and-coming contemporary romance author who loves nothing more than a good love

story.

During her 15 years in the corporate world, Genna, inspired by her love of reading, fantasized about penning her own stories.  Encouraged by her favorite authors, many of whom are indie writers and self-published, she committed to pursue her aspirations of writing her own novels.
Genna was raised on Long Island in New York, where she still resides, surrounded by the most amazing family and friends.  Married to a wonderful man who patiently tolerates her ramblings about whichever book she is currently working on, even feigning interest relatively convincingly!  Genna is blessed with two little boys who do their best to thwart mommy’s writing time with their hilarious antics and charming extrapolations.
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UNATTAINABLE (Undeniable #3)

Warning: This is not a virtuous and tender love story. It’s chaotic, ruthless, and tragic. This story takes love and kills its innocence, steals away the pure moments, and crushes the hearts of the broken. A story born in childhood, tying one girl to one boy, leads to a destructive path—that hurts more than it doesn’t, that shatters more than it heals—testing the love that binds the two through a lifetime.
Tegen Matthews is the daughter of Dorothy Kelley, a club whore in the Hell’s Horsemen. A plain little girl, Tegen falls into the gritty world of the motorcycle club. When she meets a sweet, caring boy, she embraces the warmth and affection he shows her. Cage West is the son of the president of the Hell’s Horsemen. Tall and blond with deep brown eyes, as he grows up Cage realizes the power of his dimpled smile and smooth drawl. With one chance encounter, Tegen becomes forever tied to Cage. Following is a wayward journey that is filled with regrets, mistakes, and heartache, pulling at the threads that hold them together. Cage and Tegen fight hard but love harder, and in the end, what matters is where the journey takes one girl and one boy, who have been twined with one another since the beginning.
This is Tegen and Cage’s story.
Love doesn’t erase a broken heart, and it sure doesn’t change people. But no matter how old, how flimsy, how frayed the rope of love is, it keeps you tethered to the people you love.

Once again in town, Dirty pulled off to the side of the road and cut his engine. Toeing his kickstand down, he swung his leg over his bike and stood up straight. While looking around the dark and quiet street he lived on, he reached into his cut and pulled out his smokes. Miles City had been perfect. The polar opposite of New York City and all the nightmares that place held inside of it. He could breathe here most of the time, and ride for hours, just him and the road. A shrill, terror-filled scream followed by the distinctive thump/slap of fist meeting flesh broke the small-town silence, tearing through the empty streets, emptying into the surrounding mountains, and Dirty felt his skin pebble with goose bumps. Another scream, this one garbled, more choked than the first, then another pounding of flesh, and then…silence. Dirty had a well-practiced poker face. Aside from Deuce, no one, not one motherfucker out there, could see through his bullshit. He could throw down with the best of his brothers, beat a motherfucker senseless, kill him without a second thought, his stare as coldhearted as the rest. He’d done deplorable things to a shit ton of people, men and women alike, and never once did he so much as bat a fucking eyelash at his actions. Until he was alone. Because when he was alone he could shake, he could tremble, he could scream and yell, he could punch the walls, he could punch himself. Alone, he could cry. Alone, he could let the fear out and, Jesus fuck, there was so much fear. He lived and breathed fear…every day, every night, all the motherfucking time. It was fear ruling him that had made him what he’d become. That had turned him into the sort of monster he’d most hated. And it was all that fear inside of him, coursing through his veins, pounding in his heart, making him sweat even more fear. It was fear that had him tossing his cigarette aside, fear that had him running down the desolate sidewalk, fear that had him turning down a dimly lit alleyway. It was fear that had him skidding to a stop, taking in the scene in front of him. And it was fear that had him pulling his piece and, with shaking hands, trying to blow a hole straight through someone else’s nightmare, a nightmare that was a fuck of a lot similar to one of his own.
Madeline Sheehan, a Social Distortion enthusiast and devoted fan of body art, has been writing books since she was seven years old. She is the author of The Holy Trinity ebook trilogy and Best Selling Undeniable Series. Homegrown in Buffalo, New York, Madeline resides there with her husband and son.

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Promo Blitz: Hopeless for You by Hayden Hill



HOPELESS FOR YOU by Hayden Hill is now out.

   
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Ash Jensen, a squeaky-clean sophomore at the University of Tennessee, has a trail of baggage a mile long — she buried her fiancé only a year and a half ago. She swore she’d never love again but when she finds herself interned to a yummy Canadian conservation officer that promise is tested big-time. Kade Gyllenhahl sports wild tattoos, a rebellious attitude and a fohawk to die for. He’s definitely the wrong man for her and she knows it.
Kade doesn’t have time for a girl like her. She’s a pretentious, unreadable princess who lives her life by her parents’ rules. Kade knows nothing about her past and he’d prefer to keep it that way. Besides, he’ll lose his job if he sleeps with Ash. Now if only he could get his mind off her.
When the two of them end up alone and isolated on a routine field trip into the woods, things get a little complicated…
One man afraid of commitment. 
One woman afraid to love again. 
Two lives. 
Two hearts. 
One life-changing journey.

“You like vodka?” Kade said.
“What?” I glanced at him uncertainly. “That’s kind of an odd question. From way out in left field.”
“You’re half Russian.” He was staring at me intensely. “You must like vodka.”
“Oh, no.” I returned his gaze with equal intensity. Had he felt that tingle when our hands touched, too? Our conversation was all innocent on the outside but I could sense the sexual tension seething on the inside. Neither of us broke eye contact. He wasn’t sitting all that far from me. It wouldn’t take much to close the gap and wrap my lips around his. “I had vodka once when I was in tenth grade. Almost threw up. Scotch is more my thing.”
“Scotch? That’s a man’s drink.”
I shrugged, but didn’t break eye contact. “Not really.”
“Any preferred brands?” His voice sounded deeper, more sexual. I was starting to lose myself in those eyes.
“I don’t know.” My voice sounded strange, too. A little breathy. “All kinds of brands. I don’t like Jack Daniels, though.”
“That’s not even scotch. That’s whiskey.”
“Same thing.”
Kade stood up now and edged a little closer. His eyes never left mine. “How can you not like Jack Daniels? That’s, like, a Tennessee institution. They make it there, don’t they?”
“They do.” My heart was beating fast. “But Collier and McKeel is more my thing.”
“How do you know so much about all these drinks, anyway?” he said in that deep, slow voice. “The legal age is twenty-one in Tennessee.”
I knew my eyes were broadcasting sheer want. He felt it. I’m sure he did, because his eyes fed that want right back at me. “I’m a delinquent.”
“You are.” He took another step closer. I could hear his breathing now. Deeper. Faster. “Collier and McKeel… remind me to let you try Seagram’s 83 sometime. Canadians make the best whiskey. Perfect for a delinquent like you.”
“I’m actually more of a wine person. At least I used to be.” We were so close now, barely a hand-span away. Those green eyes never left mine, and consumed me.
“Wine? I can see that. I’d peg you as a fan of white. You speak Sauvignon Blanc?” The way he said those French words sounded so sexy.
“I speak champagne,” I said huskily. “Dom Perignon makes the most amazing Cristal. White Gold is–” I choked off the words, feeling suddenly like I was drowning, and I turned away from Kade. I couldn’t hold back the sudden tears.
After all this time, something so simple as the name of a drink still affected me. I almost hoped Kade would wrap his arms around me and carry me away from the horrors of the past and save me from the guilt, but when I looked at him I saw he’d retreated to the shade again. He was sitting on the log with his arms crossed, facing away from me, staring at the river.

Hayden Hill is the author of HOPELESS FOR YOU. When not writing, publishing, and blogging, Hayden is busy cycling and taking pictures in Edmonton, Alberta, Canada. A romantic at heart, Hayden is always looking to take that one picture or write that one story that will move the world. Maybe someday.
If you live in Edmonton or will be visiting, feel free to drop Hayden an email and say hello–Hayden is always looking for an excuse to eat White Chocolate Cheesecake with readers 🙂

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