Sunset Kisses by Angela Ford

 

SUNSET KISSES

AUTHOR: Angela Ford

Genre: Contemporary Romance

Alivia Jones set out to New York to become rich and successful. Her dream to work on Wall Street happened but left her heart empty. She sold her soul to the CEO of Financial Freedom, Brent Atwood. He had everything to give a woman except his heart. He referred to their relationship as a perfect arrangement. Her emotional struggle to stay with him tore her apart until she realized he didn’t own her.

Alivia quit her job, ended her ‘arrangement’ and left for Sunset Beach for her tenth reunion. There she’d left a broken-hearted Jacob Adams. Hesitant to see him again quickly disappeared with one sunset, one kiss. Will sunset kisses and one crazy idea with her best friends keep her in Sunset Beach?

 

There were no clouds in the sky. Jacob felt it to be a sign of promise for a calm, peaceful night. His wish for her to return had come true. This time he wished for her to stay. As he got closer he inhaled her scent deeply as the ocean breeze carried it to his senses.

“Liv.”

She turned and smiled. “Jacob, just in time.”

She said no more as she held out her hand to him. He reached for it. Her fingers intertwined with his and he stepped up beside her. Silence remained as they watched the sunset just as they had so many times. It felt like she’d never left. No matter how much time had passed and wherever their lives had taken them, it no longer mattered. Their special spot remained theirs. Jacob smiled as the tip of the sun drifted beyond the horizon. He laughed.

“What’s so funny?” Alivia’s eyes met his.

He smiled. “Just remembering when we were kids and you thought the sun sunk and the water put out the fire.”

Alivia chuckled. “I was five!” she protested.

Jacob reached for her other hand. He lifted them both to his lips.

“I’ve missed you, Liv.”

Her eyes filled. She smiled.

“I missed you, Jacob. “Her eyes locked onto his gaze. She’d always been the most beautiful part of the sunset. He kissed her hands as he held them against his lips. He watched a single

tear fall upon her cheek. He leaned in and brushed his lips gently against her cheek to wipe it away. His head tipped down to rest upon hers. Her heart beat against him and his eyes closed. Silently he prayed her heart belonged to him. His heart belonged to no other.

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Angela Ford originates from Nova Scotia…Canada’s Ocean Playground!

Her love of the ocean and sunsets are always in her heart and give her inspiration. Her love for words keeps her turning the page. She is never without a book, whether she’s reading or writing. Now residing in Ontario, Angela works in Finance – numbers by day – words by night. Her dedication to volunteer and involvement with cyber safety seminars gave her an Award of Distinction and sparked the idea for her first book Closure – suspense with a dash of romance that hit the best- selling Action/Adventure and Women’s Fiction. Angela continued this FBI suspense with Forbidden and will deliver the final of the series in 2015. She also writes contemporary romance, sometimes sweet…sometimes spicy and sometimes with a dash of suspense. Unforgettable Kiss delivers a spicy romance with a dash of suspense. Blind Tasting of The Love List series and The Christmas Wreath of the Forever Christmas series are sweet reads. 2015 kicked off with a new Romantic Suspense Surrender.Between two jobs, being a mom with a home always filled with young adults and rather interesting stories; she is lucky to have one very patient and understanding man. But it is the furry family members who rule the house – a Puggle (Pug/Beagle), a new Chug puppy (Pug/Chihuahua) and two loveable cats. Every possible quiet moment she finds, she treasures and just writes about the moments to come. Angela is an avid reader of romance, a member of the RWA, KOD (Kiss of Death – Suspense Chapter) and Mississauga Writers Group. You can follow her at BTGN www.bookstogonow.com or visit her website/blog Romantic Escapes at http://www.angelafordauthor.com to connect with her on her social network sites. She loves to hear from her readers – they keep her smiling!  

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Emerald Virgin by Ravyn Rayne

 

EMERALD VIRGIN

Blushing Books Publishing

Erotic Romance, Dystopia

CONTENT WARNING: Spanking and Erotica

 

Emerald – a girl with green eyes and a rarity after the horrific genocide that slaughtered millions. 

 

After the war, King Gideon rose in power. A lust-filled and greedy king that believed in the power of slavery.

At eighteen, women were required to come before King Gideon and his four sons, to offer themselves as a courtesan. The princes took only those they found most attractive and alluring. The rest were returned to their homes with a brand on their wrist proving they had been through the process and rejected. Ignoring the ritual was punishable by death.

Aria Stone had been kept hidden from the princes and the ceremony, because she was an Emerald. At twenty-three, the royal guards storm her home, murder her mother, and drag her to court. She must face the four princes.

A dystopian erotic adventure.

 

"Your guards murdered my mother, dragged and drugged me from my home. Anything else you wish to know?" Aria asked, short-tempered.

James stepped close enough to feel his breath against her cheek. "I can see your reluctance to be here, but I assure you no harm will come to you, Aria."

It was hard to believe him given the circumstances. Aria crossed her arms defensively. She didn't say a word. There was nothing to say that would please him and make her happy. She wouldn't lie or pretend to care about him when anger ebbed away at her and boiled in her blood. Not when he made Aria think of her mother and asked her about what happened, as if he pretended to care. Unlike the other women here looking for something, she just wanted her freedom returned. Pretending eluded her.

 

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What inspired you to write your first book?

My first Ravyn Rayne book was inspired by Without A Trace, X-Files, and Fringe. I used to watch a lot of FBI crime dramas and I would write tons of fan fiction. I wanted a book that delve into their relationships a bit more than just on the surface. I love the sexual tension those shows brought but I wanted it to get resolved with steamy sex scenes!

 

When did you first consider yourself a writer?

Probably when I was in high school. I spent a lot of time reading books and writing poetry. I didn't really get into writing fiction until I was in college. I'd been reading a ton of fan fiction (and novels) and wanted a crack at it. Once I started, I couldn't stop writing.

 

What books have influenced your life most?

The Fault In Our Stars, The Handmaid's Tale, The Hunger Games, Number the Stars

 

If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?

It would definitely be Alta Hensley.

 

Are there any new authors that have grasped your interest?

I'm not sure how "new" they are, but they are certainly new to me! I've been reading and loving the romance novels by: Elsa Black, Bryony Kildare, Alta Hensley, and Victoria Winters. Next on my list to tackle are Maggie Ryan and Renee Rose.

 

Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?

Sometimes finding the right placement for a romantic sex scene can be challenging. Especially if there's a kidnapping involved or the woman is married. You have to make it believable while still retaining your reader and rewarding them for staying with the story.

 

Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?

Yes! I always do research, no matter the book. With The Emerald Virgin, I learned a lot about futuristic technology. However, most of that research ended up being useful for later on in the series.

 

Do you have any advice for other writers?

Write as often and as much as you can. Don't be afraid to let others read it.

 

Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?

I know you have so many choices of books to read, so thank you for choosing one of my novels! I love hearing from each and every one of my readers. Don't be a stranger.

 

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5 Favorite Shows (currently on TV)

1. Outlander
2. The 100
3. Reign
4. Orphan Black
5. Big Bang Theory

 

Literary Misfit

This/That

1. Morning Person or Night Owl
2. Chocolate or Vanilla
3. Good Guy or Bad Boy
4. Coke or Pepsi
5. Wine or Beer
6. Lights on or Lights off
7. Chocolate syrup or whipped cream
8. Comedy or Horror
9. Boxers or Briefs
10. Biker or Fighter (MMA)

 

Ravyn is a sassy, fun-loving, and adventure-seeking young woman. She loves to travel and can’t wait for her next vacation, wherever it might be.

Ravyn writes romantic erotica. She began writing romance novels in college, spending her down time either reading a book or writing fiction. Please don’t make her choose between the two, she loves them equally.

Although BURNING DESIRE is her debut romantic erotica novel, it is not her first published book. She has been published professionally since 2013. You can find her other books here. 

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UNTIL IT DOESN'T by Zoë Marshall

UNTIL IT DOESN'T

AUTHOR: Zoë Marshall

GENRE: Romantic Comedy

PUBLICATION DATE: June 19, 2015

Bailey Swanson is relentlessly addicted to ice cream, hates jeans - yet thinks leggings are basically just colored sausage casings - and would be completely lost without her best friend Mark. He’s the only one that gets her, and sees through her difficult-to-love exterior.

Mark has known Bailey since they were both children. As her manager, he handles her failing acting career and is always there for her. As her friend, he's held her hand through her most recent break up, all the while wondering if she'll ever be whole again.

But Bailey is a disaster when it comes to romance — and while she’s trying to move on from her cheating ex, she can’t drown her sorrows forever in Ben & Jerry’s. She knows she has to get past this eventually... right? Unless a happily ever after just isn't in the cards for her, in which case her plan to swear off all relationships forever is a good one.

Or maybe the answer is right in front of her face. Things aren't always as they seem when it comes to the heart. That fickle little thing tends to get the best of all of us at one point or another...

“I feel better,” he says as he gets up from the swing and stands facing me. He’s standing so close, it feels like something has shifted, as if the balance has been tipped slightly in an unexpected direction. Wait a second. What am I even thinking? This is Mark, for Christ’s sake.

I take a step back and let out a deep breath. The smell of the flowers surrounding us washes over me and I feel a weight lifted. “So, where does that leave you guys? Are you going to try to be friends?”

He looks up at the sky. “We’ll never be friends. I don’t think any exes ever are. There’s always something there, lying in wait. It can be disguised, but never destroyed. You can pile as much shit on top of it as you want, but in the end, it’s always there.”

I smile at Mark. “I’m proud of you, kid.”

He rolls his eyes and replies. “Who do you think you’re calling ‘kid’? I’m four months older than you are. You’re the kid.”

“Ok then. I’m proud of you, old man.”

He laughs and walks over to me, then gives me a playful punch on the arm. “Well, I’m proud of you too, jerk.”

We spend the next few minutes standing next to each other in silence, staring at the few visible stars. That’s something I love about Mark. We can be silent together. No matter how crazy fast the world is spinning, we can always just stand still. Together.

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Zoë was born in Santa Rosa, California, but spent the majority of her "growing up" years in San Francisco. After high school, she attended University of California, Santa Cruz, where she graduated with a Bachelor's degree in Business Management Economics and Accounting. She tried the corporate thing, working at two of the Big Four accounting firms, but cubicles just weren't her thing. She's currently living the ultimate cliche- an aspiring writer working two jobs, one as a server and one as a bartender. She's living in San Ramon, California, spending her limited free time reading and writing. Her biggest vices are pizza and ice cream, which is why she lives in yoga pants and leggings. And she thoroughly believes jeans were invented by the devil.  

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The Color of Vengeance by Kim Iverson Headlee

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TITLE – The Color of Vengeance SERIES – The Dragon's Dove Chronicles (standalone excerpt from Book 2, Morning's Journey) AUTHOR – Kim Iverson Headlee GENRE – Early Medieval Historical Fiction PUBLICATION DATE – August 2013 LENGTH (Pages/# Words) – 5K words PUBLISHER – Lucky Bat Books COVER ARTIST – Cherry Tigris

BOOK SYNOPSIS

Vengeance was the only burial gift he could bestow.

When Angli cattle thieves slaughter his wife and son, Dwras son of Gwyn vows revenge upon their murderers. But how can a mere farmer prevail against ruthless, trained warriors? For the answer Dwras must look not to his sword, but within his heart.

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Dwras jabbed the offending warrior on the shoulder. With a grunt, the man swung his head around to fix narrow eyes upon him.

“What d’ye want?” 

“My seat. I want it back.” Dwras lowered his eyebrows. “Now!”

“You—what?” The Lothian warrior’s laughter nearly made him choke. A grinning companion slapped his back. 

“Oho, Farmer Dwras thinks he’s one of us, lads,” chortled another warrior, making a shooing motion. “Be off with you! Back to your pigs, farmer boy.” 

They burst into cackles, hoots, and hog calls. Dwras felt his cheeks flush. 

The warrior in Dwras’s seat found himself buried under sops and ale.

“My mistake, sir.” He grinned devilishly. “I thought this was the sty.”

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Kim Headlee lives on a farm in southwestern Virginia with her family, cats, goats, Great Pyrenees goat guards, and assorted wildlife. People and creatures come and go, but the cave and the 250-year-old house ruins—the latter having been occupied as recently as the mid-twentieth century—seem to be sticking around for a while yet.

Kim is a Seattle native and a direct descendent of twentieth-century Russian nobility. Her grandmother was a childhood friend of the doomed Grand Duchess Anastasia, and the romantic yet tragic story of how Lydia escaped Communist Russia with the aid of her American husband will most certainly one day fuel one of Kim’s novels. Another novel in the queue will involve her husband’s ancestor, the seventh-century proto-Viking king of the Swedish colony in Russia.

For the time being, however, Kim has plenty of work to do in creating her projected 8-book Arthurian series, The Dragon’s Dove Chronicles, and other novels under her imprint, Pendragon Cove Press. She has been a published novelist since 1999, beginning with the original editions of Dawnflight (Sonnet Books, Simon & Schuster, ISBN 0671020412) and Liberty (writing as Kimberly Iverson, HQN Books, Harlequin, ISBN 0373771347).

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Deacon by Cheryl Douglas

Deacon Starkis Family #1

Name of cover designer Fantasia Frog Designs

Official genre of book Contemporary Romance

Content warning 17+

When Deacon Starkis sets his sights on the gorgeous young model gracing the pages of his glossy catalogue, he knows he has to have her. One problem. She’s not available. But that won’t stop Deacon. He’s a man used to getting what he wants and he wants Mia.

Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse.

Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?

I stared at my reflection. “I don’t understand, Barbara. I thought Eleni was supposed to be modeling the bridal collection.”

She pinned the white bustier until my full breasts spilled over the top. Then she artfully arranged the white sheer robe so it revealed just enough of her handiwork to be enticing without looking trashy. “What the boss wants, the boss gets. Even if it means we have to lose sleep to get these damn alterations done on time.”

“Remind me to give you a raise, Barbara.”

I turned so fast that the pin Barbara was holding jabbed me in the thigh, but I barely noticed. It was him. Oh God. I couldn’t breathe. I was going to pass out right there.

“Mr. Starkis,” Barbara said, a blush stealing over her cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you come in.”

“I’d like a moment alone with Miss Barnes, Barbara.” He gave her a pointed stare before he said, “I’ll try not to keep her too long. I understand you’re on a tight schedule.”

She lowered her head before gathering her measuring tape and pins. “No problem, take all the time you need.”

He waited until Barbara had closed the door and we were alone before he whispered, “Theia, you look breathtaking.”

I still didn’t know what theia meant, and I was beyond irritated to be meeting him under these circumstances, especially armed with the knowledge about his penchant for young models. Closing the gap in the sheer robe, I tried to stare him down, but it wasn’t easy. Even standing on a pedestal and wearing four-inch heels, I was still slightly shorter than he was.

“We meet at last.” He stepped closer and ran a fingertip over my cheek. “You’re even more beautiful in person than I imagined you would be.”

His accent was more pronounced than it had been over the phone and sent delicious chills up my spine in spite of my annoyance at my body’s betrayal.

His bright blue eyes flashed with irritation. “You are annoyed with me. Again?”

“I’m not having this conversation here.” I looked around, wondering if he’d seduced other women in that very room. “I’m working. Kindly leave.”

His irritation blossomed into anger. “I own this goddamn building. No one tells me when to leave.”

Oh. Feeling properly chastised, I did the only thing I could. I turned away from him and fixed all my attention on the mirror in front of me.

He walked around me in a slow circle, his hand rubbing the dark stubble on his square jaw. “Mmmm, this looks even better than I imagined it would. It’s so easy to imagine unwrapping you on our wedding night.”

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When one door closes, another one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and I’ve never looked back!

I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.

It was like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’

I don’t write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.

When I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay with that.

 

    

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