Release Day: Loyalty And Lies By Chastity Falls

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Book Title: Loyalty and Lies (Chastity Falls #1)
Author: LA Cotton
Genre: New Adult Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 2015
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Eighteen-year-old Savanah Parry just moved three thousand miles across state to escape. The memories…the whispers…the pain.

Chastity Falls Academy is supposed to be her fresh start; her salvation. And when Ana meets mysterious Jackson, she begins to think it is. She hasn’t smiled in almost sixteen months; not since the night her life changed forever, and despite her guilt…her loyalty, Ana can’t deny that Jackson is breathing life back into her. With Jackson by her side, Ana wants to believe she can heal and move on. But she isn’t the only one living a lie, and the small private Academy has secrets of its own. All is not what it seems, and Ana is about to find herself in a tangled web of lies; fighting for survival, again.

Loyalties will be tested, lies will be told. Welcome to Chastity Falls.

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Gardner’s class was nothing compared to the torture of sitting so close to Jackson in Shakespeare. After his warning to stay away from him, I thought he might pick an alternative seat, but that didn’t happen. Instead, he brushed straight passed me, dropped into his usual chair and acted as if nothing had happened. I had to fight back the urge to ask him why he had told me to stay away from me. I mean, it wasn’t like we hung out. There had been coffee at the shifty sea front hut…once, and then the embarrassing sprained-ankle-in-the-storm incident.

“Today, class, I want us to look at the character Iago…” Professor Shacks’ voice echoed around the small room. “Iago is the voice whispering in Othello’s ear, playing to Othello’s own paranoia and insecurities around his relationship with Desdemona. Of course, Othello trusts Iago implicitly, why wouldn’t he trust his long serving friend and lieutenant? A fact that Iago uses to his own advantage…”

Jackson shuffled next to me, and then quickly dropped a white note onto my desk. What now? I sighed, feeling frustrated at his mixed signals.

How’s the ankle?

Okay thanks

I balled up the note and tossed it onto his desk, watching him through the corner of my eye. A slight smirk played on his lips, and it was obvious he was aware I was pissed at him. He started scribbling a reply, which landed in front of me seconds later.

I’ve heard coffee (or a banana shake) can work wonders for a sprained ankle… healing properties or something.

I scowled at his slightly scruffy handwriting wondering what game he was trying to play with me.

Thanks. I’ll make sure I have a banana shake before bed

Feeling pleased with myself, I held out the note for him and he plucked it out of my hand, silently laughing when his eyes scanned the words.

How about a shake before bed… with me?

My eyes blinked. And blinked again, feeling the heat of embarrassment wash over my face. Was he flirting with me? I felt thirteen all over again. Mikey Crand used to send me love notes in Biology and me and my friend Lacey would giggle over them. Feeling brave, I handed him my reply.

Are you inviting me for a shake? Or to bed?

Jackson’s eyes widened and he shuffled slightly in his seat. Take that mister confusing, I thought, pleased with myself.

Are you saying yes?

I inwardly groaned. Jackson: one, Ana: zero. I couldn’t keep this up without drifting into territory that terrified me. Jackson was the first guy—the only guy—that made me smile… made my stomach flutter… made me feel anything since Danny. It wasn’t the plan, not what I ran to CFA to find, but somehow I had found it. Found something—someone—that made me feel again. Was that enough to try and get to the bottom of whatever was going on with Jackson? Of why he had warned me to stay away?

To the shake… maybe

Meet me round back five minutes after class

I was heading for a one-way trip into purgatory, because as I discreetly watched Jackson out the corner of my eye I knew. Knew there would be no way I could walk away. Right or wrong, sensible or stupid, he had awoken a part of me that I thought I would never find again…and I couldn’t just give that up. Not for all the warnings in the world.

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Ninety-minutes later, I was sitting in Black’s suffering some kind of post-Jackson whiplash.

“I’m surprised you asked me for coffee again.” I slurped up the thick banana shake.

Jackson watched me, his eyes were more the color of the bluey-green ocean today, than their usual shade. “Actually, I invited you for a shake.” He quipped back.

I tried broaching the subject during the ride to Black’s, but he just shrugged me off, talking about the weather. The freaking weather. I was done with his evasion techniques. “After you warned me to stay away from you the other night?”

He placed his mug back on its plate and sighed. I watched, captivated, as he ran his hand through his messy dark hair, the longer strands falling back into place, a five ‘o’clock shadow cloaking his jaw. “About that… I may have been a little hasty.”

“Hasty?”

“See the thing is…” His eyes held mine, smoldering at me, pleading with me. “I’m not sure I can stay away from you.”

My lips moved to say something but nothing came out. Jackson watched me intently and I gulped. It felt like he was willing me to agree, to accept that there was a reason we should stay away from each other, but to ignore it. And I got the feeling it was a no questions asked kind of arrangement.

“It’d be better for you… for us, if you stay away from me, Ana. But I don’t want you to. I’m too selfish to walk away.”

“But-”

Jackson cut me off. “No questions. That’s the deal. We spend time together, get to know each other, but you can’t ask any of the questions I know you have swimming round in that pretty little head of yours.”

“Okay, but-”

His hand found mine across the booth, and his fingers grazed my knuckles. “No questions. That’s just the way it has to be for now.”

I nodded. Unsure what I was agreeing to.

“You won’t regret it Ana Parry, I promise.”

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Author of NA Contemporary Romance, L. A. Cotton loves writing about those first looks, first kisses, and happily ever afters.

A wearer-of-many-hats, L.A juggles being a full-time mum to two little people with two part-time jobs and college. In her spare time (and when she’s not camped out in front of the laptop) you’ll most likely find her immersed in a book, escaping the chaos that is life. LA has two books currently self-published: Fate’s Love and Love’s Spark. Loyalty and Lies, is book one in her NA college series: Chastity Falls.

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Book Blitz: A Taylor Made Master By Carrie Anne Ward

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Author: Carrie Anne Ward
Genre: BDSM Erotica
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A Taylor Made Student

A tutor that desperately wants to teach and a student that eagerly wants to learn. Off into the shadows she follows…

After 2 years of running from her brutal past, Kiera Fox is now ready to start her life over. When she decides to finish her degree at the Essex University, the last thing she was expecting was to meet the handsome and intimidating Taylor Holloway.

A brief encounter in the court yard ignites a searing desire inside of Kiera which she longs to act upon. When she takes that plunge she is surprised to learn that Taylor is her Art tutor.

Giving in to the overwhelming longing for one another, Kiera embarks on a dark journey of submission to Taylor, guiding her into a world beyond just sex. He teachers her about dominance and submission, control and discipline, pain and pleasure, but this path is a little too familiar for Kiera. Bringing up too many raw memories she’s isn’t quite ready to face, but she can no longer run as her past has now found her.

Whilst struggling to come to terms with her past, a new threat is boiling in the background. Dragging up old war wounds and dangerous secrets, Kiera soon learns she isn’t the only one hiding secrets. Although the threats warn about revealing the affair, Kiera feels it’s not just about exposing them, this is personal.

Can their relationship remain in the shadows along with their secrets? And how far will Taylor push Kiera in surrendering her will to his dark world, without breaking her?

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A Taylor Made Student

“I’m not going to blindfold you this time. I want to see those beautiful green eyes of yours.” His eyes locked onto mine. “You have the most beautiful eyes, Kiera. I don’t think I’ve ever seen such bright green eyes before in my life.” I felt my clitoris swell. How can someone have me on the edge of a climax by only his words alone? My breath was shallow, and my heart pounded at my ribcage. I was ready, floating like a cloud, sensing the static electricity brewing from the storm on its way.

In my drug-like state, I hadn’t noticed Taylor pick up the Cat o’ nine and move behind me, until I heard a rush of air from behind, and then a stinging sensation across my shoulders from the cat o’ nine coming down hard on my flesh. I flinched, and groaned loudly, my breasts swelled, and my nipples grew hard, and this was only the beginning. Three more slaps came down hard on my flesh, one across my lower back, one on my buttocks, and one across the back of my thighs, each hit harder and faster than the one before.

My insides were singing with delight, but on the outside my flesh was on fire. Taylor’s hands caressed over the areas affected from his brutal punishment on my body. This was repeated several more times. Three hits, each impact harder than before, across my back, my breasts, my buttocks, and several times against my pussy. Then the tender caress of Taylor’s hand over the inflamed areas, causing my sex to clench tight until my inner storm brewed to a point beyond any control, convulsing my body into the sweet surrender of my exploding orgasm, which rolled slowly down the inside of my thigh. My breath burned my throat and my flesh tingled, highly responsive to Taylor’s wicked torture on my mind, body and soul.

I started to laugh so wickedly with pure delight and exhaustion. He brought the leather braids down once more on my sensitive skin, stopping me from laughing, replacing it with a scream of pain. Showing me he was in control. He hands caressed over my buttocks until his fingers skated over the folds of my hypersensitive pussy, smearing my juices. “Hmm, so wet. So you like the Cat-o-nine, then?” he hummed, and slid one finger inside me, and I gasped at the delicious feeling. But only for a few short seconds did I get to enjoy that feeling, before he quickly withdrew his fingers. Tease.

“Fuck, Kiera. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in my whole life,” Taylor hissed.

My body sagged into the restraints on my cuffed wrists, hanging from the chains above me as my legs could no longer hold the weight of my own body. Slowly returning back to Earth out of subspace. Taylor’s hands snaked around my waist, clutched my body close to his, and unhooked the chain from the cuffs. He then removed the spreader bar from my ankles, unbuckled the leather cuffs from my wrists, and carried me over to the end of the bed, placing me gently onto my stomach. My tummy pressed gently down on the cool, soft, black sheets, whilst my legs were kneeling on the carpeted floor.

Taylor placed himself, kneeling, between my legs, pushing my legs wider for him. He rested one strong hand on my inner thigh, and slowly glided it up to my tingling sex, teasing his fingers over my clitoris, then gliding them down across my wet folds once more. “Hmm, you have the sweetest little pussy, Miss Fox.” He murmured at my ear with that breathy, throaty, deep voice of his. I loved the sound of his voice when he was aroused. So masculine and domineering. He could ask me to rob at bank in that voice, and I wouldn’t think twice about obeying his request. He slid two fingers repeatedly in and out of my sex, whilst his thumb pressed down hard on my clit. The feeling of another orgasm concocting in my loins. “Do you like that, Kiera?”

“Yes, sir,” I said in barely a whisper.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

“Yes.”

“What was that?” he said dryly.

“Yes, Yes please! I want to come so badly! Please, sir!” I begged.

“Good girl.” His fingers were torturing me, and my body begged for release. My fingers curled at the sheets beneath me into tight fists. I bit down so hard on my lip that I caught the taste of blood on my tongue. Thrusting his fingers deeper into me, and pushing down hard on my clit when my body shuddered violently, surrendering to his magnificent fingers. “Taylor!” I screamed, and I came all over his hand.

“Oh God, I have to fuck you. Hard. Now.” He groaned, and before I’d had time to catch my breath after my orgasm, he’d unzipped his jeans, kicked them off his legs, and pushed his hard, rigid cock into my wet and still trembling pussy. He wrapped my ponytail around his wrist, and yanked my head back hard, arching my spine and restricting my airway somewhat, so that I could barely breath, and the thought started to scare me, but not to the point of panic.

I hissed through gritted teeth, trying to breathe, as Taylor continued to pound hard into me and pull back further on my hair. Growing harder and bigger every time, pushing every single inch of himself inside me. “Fuck, yes. Come for me, Kiera,” he demanded, plunging further and quickening the pace. My body shuddered once more, and I let out a loud, hissing sigh and, just as my body came down from its higher state of consciousness, I heard Taylor groan, “God, you feel so good.” He drove one last pain-splitting time into my pussy, hissing my name, when his body began to shake as he reached his own climax, spilling his warm, creamy goodness inside me.

Slick with sweat, and completely exhausted, Taylor collapsed on top of me, and we stayed in that position for a good few minutes until the convulsions of our bodies had finally subsided. Then Taylor pulled my limp body up onto the bed with him, spooning me from behind, and snaked one arm around my waist to pull me in close against his hot sticky body.

“I have never seen someone so responsive and receptive to that sort of torture before,” he said, still trying to catch his breath. He kissed my hair. “You looked so beautiful restrained in those chains, hanging from my ceiling.” I was so exhausted; I couldn’t manage to form any energy to speak. “Get some rest, little one, and when you wake up, I’ll address your wounds, and then I’ll cook us something to eat.” That was the last thing I heard from Taylor as my body gave way to exhaustion, and the room turned black.

 

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Book Title: A Taylor Made Student
Author: Carrie Anne Ward
Genre: BDSM Erotica
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A Taylor Made Master

Kiera Fox is the secretly proud submissive to Dominant sex god Taylor Holloway. Taylor has taught her many things, both in the classroom and in the bedroom. In return Kiera has given herself willing to him, including the confession of her damaged past.

But as Kiera’s feelings continue to grow over time, she realizes Taylor is still very much an enigma; a man filled with secrets and lies. Breaking the one fundamental rule of complete honesty between a master and his submissive, Taylor is breaking her heart along with it. Their bodies may be closer than ever, but the secrets and the lies are testing their foundation.

As a growing danger pushes the boundaries of their trust and the emotional connection they have further apart, will Taylor let down his walls and finally let Kiera in? Or will this dark shadow in their relationship break them?

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A Taylor Made Master

It was beautiful; it was like something from a movie. No; it was like something from a fantasy. Taylor was, once again, back in his rightful place, towering over me, with his smooth, taut chest exposed, and wearing only a pair of tatty jeans sitting teasingly low on those chiselled V-shaped hips. The tiniest patch of dark hair trailed down his pelvis and into those jeans, and I traced my fingertips over it.

The flashing from the storm outside cast a momentary glare on Taylor’s body and handsome face, mocking me with only the slightest glimpse every now and then of his beauty. The rain tapped ceaselessly at the glass wall of Taylor’s bed room. It was deafening, but also music to my ears. It was calming, and erotic, even with the thunder rattling throughout the whole house.

Our relationship was like lightning; it was chemical and electric, and when a black shadow cast over us, the clouds would part, and a blinding light would shine through the crack. Taylor was my lightning, casting a path in the dark storm.

His fingers wrapped around my wrists as my palms lay flat upon his solid chest. I could feel the slowly increasing thump of his heart. I stood that little bit taller in my sexy, zebra print peep-toe spikes, bringing me that little bit closer to his face. I wore my matching black lace, zebra stripe thong and bra set, setting a scene that I was currently feeling inside me – I, Woman in the Wild, waiting for Taylor to claim me. The smooth, silky feeling of satin brushing between my thighs and around my swollen breasts felt incredible against my tingling flesh. I shivered, not from a chill, but from the lust and anticipation blossoming within me.

His dark penetrating eyes married with mine. He brushed my loose hair off my face and tucked it behind my ear. He stroked his hand down my neck, on to my shoulder and down the full length of my arm, then curled his fingers back round my wrist once more.

“I’ve missed this body. I love the feel of your soft skin beneath my fingers, the feel of your hair tangled within my fist, and I love you, Kiera. Every single part of you,” he whispered at my ear. I melted; I was a puddle of mush from the sound of those precious words leaving his mouth. “I know I’ve always said that I needed you, and that is still true, but honestly, I want you, Kiera. I want you in my life and to be with me. I can’t let you leave the university. We will find a way to get through this and be together.”

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Carrie Anne Ward grew up in the seaside resort Clacton on sea in Essex, England, with her mum and two brothers until she was 16 years old. She then moved with her mother to Colchester (where she still lives to this day) and went on to study Art and Design at the Colchester institute. However, after recovering from the illness glandular fever, which meant she couldn’t finish her degree, she went out into the world to become a working class citizen and a glamour model on the side.

For many years she wrote stories in her spare time, mostly horrors or supernatural, but never felt the passion to take it further. Her love for literature at school didn’t, at that point, over take her love of Art, but as she grew older her passion in writing surpass any other desire she ever had.

Her passion for writing over the years grew excessively (mostly erotica) and when BDSM erotic books took the world by storm, she finally found the genre in which she wanted to write about. So being a real submissive, Carrie decided to take the experiences she has had and combined them with her imagination, to create a story. So at the age of 33 she fulfilled her dream to become a writer by releasing her debut novel A Taylor Made Student, the first book of 3 from The Taylor Made Series.

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Release Day Blitz: Pressure Point By Olivia Luck

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Book Title: Pressure Point
Author: Olivia Luck
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I know what you’re thinking. It’s unconventional to want a man nine years older than you. It’s inconvenient to crush on your dearest friend’s older brother. It’s silly to pine after a man for six years. It’s cliché to lust after a celebrity. It’s pathetic to fall in love with a man who barely knows you exist.

I know what you’re thinking because I’ve thought it all, too. And yet that hasn’t stopped me from wanting Blake Campbell. Charming, gorgeous, brilliant, kind, selfless – Blake is everything I’ve ever wanted, but he doesn’t see me that way. In fact, he hardly noticed me until one night.

Traumatic events brought us together for the first time, but then he tossed me aside. I know it’s irrational, but I wanted him up until the moment he left me lying there alone.

When his eyes finally open and he finds out I’ve left, will it be too late?

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They say life is about choices. You spend your life making decisions and dealing with the consequences, whether they are positive or negative. In my tumultuous frame of mind, I make a choice. A very poorly thought out choice, but one that I have to live with, nevertheless.

As soon as Cassidy finishes her encore, I tell the girls that we’re going backstage to meet the singer. They follow behind the private elevator to the lower level of the Chi Center, talking giddily. I push their voices out of my mind, leading them with long, purposeful strides.

There are perks to owning the joint. The security guards clear the way for me, knowing not to bother me when I’m in a foul mood.
With a short knock, I push my way into Cassidy’s crowded backstage room. The moment she lays her fake-eyelash covered gaze on me, she squeals. The sound hurts my ears, but I pretend it doesn’t.

“Blake Campbell, I didn’t know you were coming back here!” She literally launches herself at me, latching her over tanned arms around my neck and thrusting her glitter-speckled tits against my chest.

And then, in plain sight of Stella, I yank the pop star into my arms and thrust my tongue down her throat.

You are a moron.

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Olivia Luck lives in the middle of America with her loving husband and her obsession with writing. She wrote her first romance novel at age eight. When she’s not reading, editing, or writing, you can find her in the kitchen learning to cook. Olivia loves to travel and spend time with her family.

Get in touch with Olivia, she adores emails: olivialuckauthor@gmail.com

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Release Blitz: HARDCORE By Staci Hart

*** Part 1 of a 3 part serial *** 

Cory James has never known a life where she wasn’t running. Running from the cops, her home, her past. Running from love. The only time she’s free is when she throws on her hood and takes to the roofs to become a part of New York, to climb to a place in the city where she doesn’t feel alone. 

Stealing is nothing, lying inevitable, byproducts of survival. A way for Cory to provide for herself and for her younger sister, Jill, give her the life Cory couldn’t have. For five years, Cory set up a long line of teetering dominos, one by one, choice by choice. 

Meeting Van is the first domino to fall, and once they crash into each other, it’s only a matter of time before her whole world is in danger of falling apart. She can tell herself over and again that she doesn’t care, but it’s a lie. She knows it from the first time she says his name, but she can’t let him in, not when she has a job to do, a job that could rip her life apart at the seams. One that she’ll have to betray Van to finish. 

He’ll follow however high she can climb, but she can only run for so long before she has to choose.
 

 

Staci has been a lot of things up to this point in her life — a graphic designer, an entrepreneur, a seamstress, a clothing and handbag designer, a waitress. Can’t forget that. She’s also been a mom; she has three little girls who are sure to grow up to break a number of hearts. She’s been a wife; even though she’s certainly not the cleanest, or the best cook. She’s also super, duper fun at a party, especially if she’s been drinking whiskey. Her favorite word starts with f and ends with k. 

From roots in Houston, to a seven year stint in Southern California, Staci and her family ended up settling somewhere in between and equally north, in Denver. They are new enough that snow is still magical. When she’s not writing, she’s sleeping, gaming, or designing graphics.
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M. Leighton

10799547_716370918439916_1708159643_nNew York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author, M. Leighton, is a native of Ohio. She relocated to the warmer climates of the South, where she can be near the water all summer and miss the snow all winter. Possessed of an overactive imagination from early in her childhood, Michelle finally found an acceptable outlet for her fantastical visions: literary fiction. Having written over a dozen novels, these days Michelle enjoys letting her mind wander to more romantic settings with sexy Southern guys, much like the one she married and the ones you’ll find in her latest books. When her thoughts aren’t roaming in that direction, she’ll be riding horses, swimming in ponds and experiencing life on a ranch, all without leaving the cozy comfort of her office.

A note from Michelle: I love coffee and chocolate, even more so when they are combined. I’m convinced that one day they could be the basis for world peace. I also love the color red and am seriously considering dying my hair.

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271149_130268757059272_7594492_nYou know what they say about curiosity and the cat…but if you still want to know, read below.

Shayla Black (aka Shelley Bradley) is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of over 40 sizzling contemporary, erotic, paranormal, and historical romances produced via traditional, small press, independent, and audio publishing. She lives in Texas with her husband, munchkin, and one very spoiled cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading and listening to an eclectic blend of music.

Shayla’s books have been translated in about a dozen languages. She has also received or been nominated for The Passionate Plume, The Holt Medallion, Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence, and the National Reader’s Choice Awards. RT Bookclub has twice nominated her for Best Erotic Romance of the year, as well as awarded her several Top Picks, and a KISS Hero Award.

A writing risk-taker, Shayla enjoys tackling writing challenges with every new book.

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1970428_271934556316307_1662468144_nR.K. Lilley lives in Texas with her husband and their two beautiful sons. She’s had a lot of interesting jobs, from being a first class flight attendant, to being a stablehand, but swears she never knew what hard work was until she had children. She’s been addicted to both reading and writing fiction since she can remember. She loves to travel, read, hike, paint, game, watch anime, and make the most of every single day. She is the author of the erotic romance novels In Flight, Mile High, Grounded, Bad Things, Rock Bottom, Lovely Trigger and the novella, Lana. She is currently hard at work on the fourth book in the Up in the Air series, Mr. Beautiful, and the standalone erotic romance novel, The Wild Side. Release dates for both titles will be announced soon.

You can contact R.K. at Authorrklilley@gmail.com

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Katie Ashley

1236582_277653025726387_719311716_nKatie Ashley is a New York Times, USA Today, and Amazon Best-Selling author. She lives outside of Atlanta, Georgia with her two very spoiled dogs. She has a slight obsession with Pinterest, The Golden Girls, Harry Potter, Shakespeare, Supernatural, Designing Women, and Scooby-Doo.

With a BA in English, a BS in Secondary English Education, and a Masters in Adolescent English Education, she spent 11 1/2 years educating the Youth of America aka teaching MS and HS English until she left to write full time in December 2012.

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Uncover Me By Chelle Bliss

 

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I lost track of my life.

Spiraling down the rabbit hole, I lost myself and became one of them. Living undercover within the MC, the days bled together as I became absorbed in a life of excess and violence.

Becoming consumed was easy.

Was I Thomas Gallo, good guy and respected cop or Blue, Sergeant-at-Arms of the Sun Devils MC?

Before, I could answer with certainty. But now, there’s a darkness that has settled deep in my soul, fusing with my heart and altering my reality forever.

The road I’ve traveled has been paved with danger, death, and deception.

Roxanne grew up as part of the MC, a victim of her birth. Her life has been treacherous, setting her on a course of torment and destruction.

When our worlds collide, secrets are revealed. Trying to save us from damnation, I fight for redemption and the woman I love.

 

When I first started this series I was so happy to see that it wasn’t going to be the same story over and over! Chelle took her thoughts about a tight knit family and making (so far) 4 wonderful stories! In this one was get to see Thomas and Roxy.

We have not seen that much of Thomas we was under cover with the DEA trying to take down an MC group so he wasn’t around. While undercover he found and fell in love with Roxy.

Roxy was born and raised in the MC world. Only her story doesn’t end well her father passed away when she was young and her mother bounced from man and man trying to become an “old lady” to someone else. So Roxy really fended for herself and paid her own way.

Thomas was moving up the ranks very quickly in MC this he was not expecting. He has not seen his family in years. He is falling in love with a girl he knows he cant take with him after all of this is over. He knows he is blurring the lines of real life and work but he cant help himself. The jobs for the MC are getting heavier and heavier he knows this means that his time is almost over until a blast from the past comes walking into a bar!!!

Thomas AKA Blue is with the MC at a bar and in walks his baby sister! She is almost handed to the leader of the MC! Thomas is able to stop this but all this does is open up the eyes of the ring leader! Which in turns changes everything.

We get to see what Thomas is truly capable of and how far family will really go for each other!

Don’t worry we still get to see everyone else! The updates are great you really do start to miss the brothers and of course their crazy sister Izzy!

Another great job Chelle4

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Book Title: Interference
Author: Dakota Madison
Genre: New Adult Sports Romance
Release Date: January 2015
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USA TODAY Bestselling Author Dakota Madison returns with another spicy sports romance. This story set in the world of college basketball.
Neuroscience student SEDONA MILLER is perfectly imperfect. She’s slightly nerdy and slightly eccentric, but completely brilliant.

When an unfortunate accident leaves Sedona with an injured arm and she’s fired from her part-time job shelving books at the university library she has to find a new gig fast.

The only job available mid-semester is working as a tutor for the athletic academic center. And the notorious bad boy of the university’s basketball team, JESSE WALKER, is the one and only guy on the new tutor’s roster

But when SEDONA discovers a secret that could ruin the school’s winning basketball team doing the right thing could mean destroying the only guy she’s ever loved.

excerpt

When I finally hit the last room in a long row of rooms I see a guy sitting there looking bored and staring at two fast food containers in front of him on the table.

He glances up at me when I enter. The first thing I notice is his piercing green eyes. I don’t think I’ve ever seen eyes that green on a human being that weren’t Photoshopped

The second thing I notice is his messy, light brown hair. It doesn’t look like it’s been combed it in a week. It makes me wonder if it’s some new hair trend or if he just doesn’t bother to style it. Not that I have too much room to talk when it comes to hair. My curly red mop has been the bane of my existence since I was a kid. About the only thing I can ever do with it is pull it back into a pony tail.

“Sedona?”

I nod.

“Have a seat.” He points to the chair right next to him.

I remember Lewis’s warning and take a seat across the table instead. I want to be as close to the door as possible. The guy is big and muscular and much more intimidating than I imagined he’d be.

My heart is thumping in my chest because his size and rough demeanor are making me nervous.

When he pushes one of the fast food containers in my direction I cringe. I rarely eat fast food and when I do it’s from Just Veggies, an organic vegetarian place near campus.

He doesn’t hesitate to open his container and take a bite of the messy burger that’s dripping some kind of white sauce all over his pile of fries.

My stomach turns in response.

“I bought you a burger.” He points to the second container he’s pushed in my direction. “Ambrose scheduled our sessions during lunch.”

I make a point of pushing the container back over to him. “No thank you.”

He frowns. “It’s from Frankie’s. Everybody loves Frankie’s burgers.”

“Clearly not everyone.”

His brows knit like he can’t believe I refused the food he bought.

“You don’t want it?” He actually sounds hurt.

“No, I don’t.”

“Why?”

I lift my book bag from the ground and point to one of the many political cause buttons I have covering the knitted tote my mom made for me.

He barely acknowledges it. “What is that supposed to mean?”

Now I’m the one who’s frowning. “Meat is murder. It’s a slogan. It means that I don’t eat animal flesh.”

“You’re one of those vegans?” He doesn’t bother hiding the condescension in his voice.

“Technically I’m a vegetarian. I eat free range, organic dairy products.”

“Fine. I’ll eat the burger.” He glares at me as he opens the second container and takes a huge bite of the burger.

I’m appalled until I notice that he slyly pushes both containers away and doesn’t take another bite of either burger.

“I guess I should have brought an apple for the teacher.”

“Only if it’s organic. And I’m not actually a teacher. I’m a tutor.”

We both stare at each other for a long moment. Awkward does not even begin to describe our pairing. We’re like two people from different planets trying to communicate when we don’t speak each other’s languages.

I remove a slip of paper from my bag. “Mr. Ambrose gave me your schedule of classes for the semester. You’re taking Film Appreciation, The History of Jazz, Advanced Yoga and Stress Management. What’s your major?”

He shrugs. “Undeclared right now. But I’ll probably go with Sports Management.”

“So these are Gen Ed classes?”

He cocks his head and looks confused.

“General Education classes,” I clarify. “Elective classes you need to take to fulfill requirements that aren’t directly related to your major.”

“I guess so.”

I’m a little disturbed by his lackadaisical attitude, but I let it go for the moment. We’re clearly not going to be able to develop much of a rapport so maybe it’s best just to get down to business.

“We’re just handed a class schedule,” he clarifies. “Assigned classes. We don’t pick them ourselves.”

“And they assigned you the History of Jazz? That’s the class that you’re having trouble with?”

“The dude who was supposed to teach the class croaked and they got this new chick who apparently doesn’t like basketball.”

There is so much wrong with his statement I don’t even know where to begin. “Might I suggest that you call your professors either professor or doctor and not chick.”

I bristle at my own use of the derogatory word, but I continue, “And what does her not liking basketball have to do with your performance in the class.”

At this he gives me a sly smile. “Let’s just say she’s not willing to play ball the way the other professors are.”

I’m not sure exactly what he means by that, but there seems to be some kind of sports reference that is lost on me.

“So you’re saying your other classes are going well and you’re just having trouble with the one class, History of Jazz?”

He leans back in his chair and eyes me for a few seconds before he nods. I don’t like when he looks at me like that. It’s like he’s examining some weird, new specimen and trying to make sense of it.

“All of my other teachers are huge basketball fans and they know I’m the in the starting lineup. I’m not sure what the jazz goddess’s problem is.”
I take in a deep breath before I say something that’s sure to get me fired. “Why don’t we start by calling her Dr. Fisher? I think that might help. And why do you think she has a problem?”

“She doesn’t like basketball. That’s not normal. Everybody loves basketball. This entire campus lives and breathes the sport.”

“I don’t love basketball. I don’t even like it. Not even a little bit.”

He actually looks stunned for a moment. Like I slapped him. Then he regains his cocky composure.

“You’re one weird chick,” he mutters almost to himself, but still loud enough that I can hear him.

“Excuse me?” I say even though I heard him. I just didn’t like having an insult hurled at me by someone I don’t even know.

“You.Are.One.Weird.Chick.” His words are slower and louder as if I didn’t hear him the first time.

“I actually heard what you said. I just didn’t like it.”

A smug smirk appears on his face that I would love to slap right off if I could.

I continue. “In case you haven’t noticed I’m not a bird I’m a human being. I’d appreciate it if you didn’t refer to me as a chick.”

He bites his bottom lip as if he’s actually giving it some thought. Then he says, “You’re one weird woman. Is that better?”

“I’m not sure why you have to bring gender into the equation at all. Why not just call me a weird person?”

That makes him laugh. “You don’t care that I think you’re weird. You just don’t want me to call you a chick?”

“I’ve been weird my whole life. I’m used to it.”

“At least you’re willing to own it.”

“So did you bring your textbook with you or are you just going to spend the next ninety minutes taunting me?”

“I kind of like taunting you.”

Meet the Author

DAKOTA MADISON is a USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR. She has been writing since she learned to read and fell in love with books. When she’s not at her computer creating spicy new romances, Dakota is traveling to exotic locales or spending time with her husband and their bloodhounds. DAKOTA also writes romance under the pen names: Savannah Young, Sierra Avalon and Ren Monterrey.

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