Today we are celebrating the release of DIRTY STOLEN FOREVER by Nazarea Andrews. Dirty Stolen Forever is an adult contemporary romance, standalone novel, that is the second book in the Green County series. Grab your copy now while it's .99¢! The sale ends in 2 days!
Colt Rayburn loved Aiden Delvin, once. A lifetime ago. Before duty and the Marines took him a world away, chewed him up and spit him out.
Aiden would have waited forever for Colt to come back. But Colt didn’t want that, and he’s rebuilt his life. Without the man he loves.
When Colt comes home from a deployment that went wrong, Aiden is there. Inexplicably back in Green County and impossible to resist. He swore he’d never go back to that place, never destroy Aiden the way he had when he walked away the first time.
But Aiden grew up and changed too, while Colt played war hero.
Both of them know what they want. After all this time. But can a love story that destroyed them once be rebuilt, when life and duty still hangs over them both…
The second in a sexy new series about Green County, and the people who serve there.
Nazarea Andrews (N to almost everyone) is an avid reader and tends to write the stories she wants to read. Which means she writes everything from zombies and dystopia to contemporary love stories. When not writing, she can most often be found driving her kids to practice and burning dinner while she reads, or binging watching TV shows on Netflix. N loves chocolate, wine, and coffee almost as much as she loves books, but not quite as much as she loves her kids. She lives in south Georgia with her husband, daughters, spoiled cat and overgrown dog. She is the author of World Without End series, Neverland Found, Edge of the Falls, and The University of Branton Series. Stop by her twitter (@NazareaAndrews) and tell her what fantastic book she should read next.
CHASING IMPOSSIBLE, the highly anticipated fifth book in the Pushing the Limits Series by Katie McGarry has arrived! In true McGarry fashion this book will have you flipping pages well into the night. Grab your copy today!
Tough and independent, 17-year-old Abby lets very few people into her inner circle. It’s common knowledge in her Kentucky town that she deals drugs, but not even her closest friends know why. But when a deal goes south and Abby’s suddenly in danger, she finds herself reluctantly forced to lean on daredevil Logan—a boy whose restless spirit matches her own.
Logan has his own reasons for wanting to keep Abby at arms’ length. But he never expected to find in her the one person who might help him face the demons he’s tried so hard to run from.
Together, Abby and Logan will have to make a decision: let their current circumstances weigh them down forever…or fight for the future they both thought was impossible.
And don’t forget to read the first books in the Pushing the Limits Series…
I loved this book. Here are the sketchnotes I created after I read it:
EXCERPT: Abby
People near the stage scream and clap and I’m about ready to throw my cell against the wall. Stupid, stupid boy and stupid me for stupidly somewhat liking him and him thinking he can get away with not answering me.
“Give it up for our boy Logan.”
My eyes rip up, go for the stage, and my mind shifts into reverse, fast-forward, rewind, and then that smile that’s associated with the devil slides across my face.
Logan stands strong on the stage. Guitar strapped across his chest. Baseball cap backwards on his black hair. And when he strikes the strings of the guitar, those biceps flex beautifully.
That chord just struck a lot deeper than anyone could have imagined. Past my bones, past my muscles, and it’s created a nice warmth that’s curling around my belly. Liquid warmth.
The logical part of my brain demands that I walk away, but he’s the one that scared me by not answering back. He’s the one that’s causing all these alien emotions stirring in my veins.
Yeah, I shouldn’t kiss Logan. I should definitely leave a boy like that alone. But he returned and he’s the one that climbed onto the stage and is looking addictively sexy with that guitar.
Yep, shouldn’t kiss him, but I already told Rachel, I’m going to kiss the guitarist tonight. Wouldn’t want that one to be a lie, now, would I?
About Katie McGarry:
Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.
Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013.
by Penny Reid
Winston Brothers #2Publication Date: May 31, 2016
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romantic Comedy
I can't say enough about this series. It is sweet and sexy. Funny and serious. It is safe to say that this series has it all. Order it below using the links below. Also, I'm including a link to book one of the series and it is just as good as book two. Also, the covers are amazing! I love Penny Reid. I could be wrong, but I THINK she cross-stitches these herself.
Sienna Diaz is everyone’s favorite “fat” funny lady. The movie studio executives can’t explain it, but her films are out-grossing all the fit and trim headliners and Hollywood’s most beautiful elite. The simple truth is, everyone loves plus-sized Sienna.
But she has a problem, she can’t read maps and her sense of direction is almost as bad as her comedic timing is stellar. Therefore, when Sienna’s latest starring role takes her to the Great Smoky Mountains National Park she finds herself continually lost while trying to navigate the backroads of Green Valley, Tennessee. Much to her consternation, Sienna’s most frequent savior is a ridiculously handsome, charming, and cheeky Park Ranger by the name of Jethro Winston.
Sienna is accustomed to high levels of man-handsome, so it’s not Jethro’s chiseled features or his perfect physique that make Sienna stutter. It’s his southern charm. And gentlemanly manners. And habit of looking at her too long and too often.
Sienna has successfully navigated the labyrinth of Hollywood heartthrobs. But can she traverse the tenuous trails of Tennessee without losing her head? Or worse, her heart?
About Penny Reid
Penny Reid is the USA Today Best Selling Author of the Winston Brothers and Knitting in the City series. When she's not immersed in penning smart romances, Penny works in the biotech industry as a researcher. She's also a full time mom to three diminutive adults, wife, daughter, knitter, crocheter, sewer, general crafter, and thought ninja.
“I wanted him to know that I really saw who he was; not just some tortured ex-con trying to beat back his demons and figure out his place in the world. Stone Gentry was beautiful. He was a man I could fall for …if he let me.”
1513 ….The number of single lines you carefully scratched on a piece of college ruled notebook paper at each sunrise.
1513…The number of days you passed in a locked cage, surrounded by fierce men who did things even worse than what you did.
1513…The number of nights spent staring at the ceiling praying for just five minutes of freedom to talk to your brother. The brother you love more than anyone on earth. The brother who hates you even more than he hates himself.
1…The number of moments it took for a tragedy to unfold and change lives, end lives, destroy lives.
1…The number that represents isolation, a loneliness worse than any prison sentence.
1…The number of girls who show up in your life and try to crack through the iron shield you’ve built around your heart these past four years.
One girl and her name is Evie. Beautiful. Stubborn. Passionate.
You know that if you had any honor you wouldn’t take her.
But honor is something you lost a long time ago.
Walk is a stand alone within the bestselling Gentry Boys series. It is not necessary to have read the rest of the series before reading Walk.
About Cora Brent
Cora Brent was born in a cold climate and escaped as soon as it was legally possible. Now, she lives in the desert with her husband, two kids and a prickly pear cactus she has affectionately named ‘Spot’. Cora’s closet is filled with boxes of unfinished stories that date back her 1980’s childhood and all her life she has dreamed of being an author. Amazingly, she is now a New York Times and USA Today bestselling writer of contemporary romance and begs not to be awakened from this dream.
There’s a massive, ripped mountain man named Heathcliff. He’s brooding, bearded, and sexy as hell. Then there’s city girl Violet, a TV producer hungry for a hit show. You’d best not get in the way of her Louboutin heels or make her chip her nails. They both have secrets they’re trying to hide. They’re having even more trouble keeping their hands off of each other. When Violet’s reality show “Hot Off the Grid” starts filming in Heath’s tiny Vermont town, what could possibly go wrong?
NOTE: Untamed is a hot, standalone romance. It’s the third story in the Beg for It series about the dominant, alpha males in the Kavanaugh family and the strong, sexy women who make them finally meet their match.
Thick black hair, dark intense eyes, broad muscles filling out his shirt, he was straight out of a naughty late night fantasy. True, I was a city girl, but I had to admit I had a soft spot for a good Highland romance, the type featuring a massive Scottish warrior who’d brave fire and brimstone to be with his woman. The type so broad and tough he’d fell an army with the swoop of his battle axe while still managing to grasp you in his free arm, pull you up with him on his horse and ride off with you pressed against his huge, barbaric, manly chest. He was sitting right there at the bar watching me. I swallowed, feeling my face flush. I tried to look away. I had street smarts. A woman on her own didn’t walk into a bar and instantly make steady, heated eye contact with a gigantic strange man. My brain knew that. But my brain wasn’t in charge at the moment. Something else had taken over entirely and I continued walking toward him with nothing but a vaguely formed “wow” on my lips.
Callie Harper writes contemporary romances so hot they may melt your eReader. You've been warned! She is powered by coffee, wickedly sexy bad boys, and all things funny, intentional or otherwise.
She is the author of Off Limits and the Beg For It series which started with Unleashed (Declan & Kara) and Undone (Ash & Ana), and continues with Untamed (Heath & Violet) released in May 2016.
She lives in the gorgeous Bay Area with her family. To get freebies and hear about new releases and sales, sign up for Callie's newsletter at http://eepurl.com/bHtVnT.
Hadley's my best friend. We share a house, our friends, a life. She knows all my secrets…except one. My desperate need for her is inked on my body, it's the best I can do. But Hadley needs to hear the words…
Growing up as foster kids, Hadley made me feel whole—sane. And what did I do? I destroyed our chance to be together. I ran out on Hadley when I should have stayed, and something broke between us. Now I'll do anything to fix it.
I'll never leave her again. I won't ever let her feel afraid again. But the more I try to protect her from my pain, the more I just make things worse. I'm terrified that if I tell her everything, she'll never forgive me. I'm even more terrified that it may be too late to make her mine. I have to try to give her what she needs…it's a debt I'm determined to repay.
Hours later, just after 8:00 a.m., I was still awake when the woman next to me stretched and reached for her phone on my nightstand. Propped up against my headboard, I watched the silhouette of a leggy blonde dressing at the foot of my bed. She shoved her tits into a push-up bra and wiggled her way into a tight black dress.
“It was fun,” she said. “See you around, MacKay.”
“Later.”
She tiptoed away with her shoes in her hand and closed the door behind her. I knew I shouldn’t have brought Kate home, but at the time I didn’t have the clarity of mind to do otherwise. Women had always been transient in my life. This one was no different.
I pried myself from the covers, then crossed the room and stood at the floor-length mirror beside my dresser to inspect the new ink peeking around the right side of my rib cage. The skin there was still tender and swollen, a result of six hours under the needles to continue the design that decorated my back. Bear was an artist with an implement of pain.
My eyes fell to the framed photo lying facedown on my dresser: a younger me in a tux, standing onstage with my adoptive parents beside a piano before my first sold-out concert. It was one of the happiest days of my life, and I couldn’t bear to look at it.
I was skinnier then, and lanky. Hadn’t yet grown into my body. Next to my pale, freckled parents, I stood out like one of those exotic adopted children of yuppie celebrity parents. Dark skin. Black hair. Green eyes. People told me I was “interesting” to look at, to gawk at. So little by little I covered all the pretty bare flesh in tattoos.
The first piece I ever had done was of a raven with its wings spread wide across my chest. The tips of each broken wing nailed down. I was seventeen then. After my first sitting, I came to understand why people said tattoos were addictive. I suppose I became a glutton for pain, because when Bear’s wife offered to put a hole in my lip, I let her stick a needle through my face. For shits and giggles. At twenty-one, I had two full sleeves. My dad only asked that I keep the modifications within reason. I was a bit fuzzy on that definition.
From the top dresser drawer, I grabbed a tube of antibacterial ointment and applied two fingers’ worth to the new tattoo. My stomach growled. It was empty and angry from last night. So I sifted through the field of laundry-pile bunkers scattered around my bedroom until I found a black shirt and dark jeans on the passable side of clean.
When I hit the landing at the bottom of the stairs, I felt a pair of knowing brown eyes watching me from the living room. Nothing good ever came from the morning-after ritual. Even so, I couldn’t help but glance at my roommate curled up on the leather couch with her laptop open and earbuds hidden under her long dark hair. She held seven fingers over her head. Hadley averted her gaze back to the computer screen rather than look for my reaction. Like she didn’t give a fuck.
“Don’t you have anything better to do than wait for the walk of shame?”
“Don’t you have an appointment to get your dick swabbed for STDs?”
“Fuck off.”
“Get bent.”
And so everything was par for the course on a Sunday morning. I held out my middle finger as I turned toward the kitchen. That was fun. Let’s do it again next week, shall we? I had yet to decipher her scoring system. Asking for clarification would only validate her participation in my sex life.
Neither of us enjoyed living together. My parents’ house in the middle of nowhere was too big for two people and not big enough for the both of us. Since my dad left to take a job in New York during our freshman year of college, every day was a special kind of torture. But Hadley needed me. And as much as I couldn’t stand being near her, I wouldn’t abandon her again.
ABOUT TYLER KING
Tyler King was born and raised in Orlando, Florida and graduated from the University of Central Florida with a degree in Creative Writing. As a journalist, her work has appeared in Orlando magazine and Orlando Business Journal, among other publications. She is a proud army spouse currently living in Virginia with her husband.
Nate:
It’s nearly impossible to be surrounded by love but not understand it. My parents, my sister, and just
about everyone around us has no trouble accepting that love. To give your trust to someone else and
believe they would die before hurting you. I’ve witnessed it—I’ve seen the power of it—but I’ve also
seen the pain. Because for me, I’ve only loved someone I could never have, and my biggest fear is that
by giving her my love, all I would do is ruin her. I should have tried harder, but I’m not sure I can because
I only feel complete when I’m with her.
Emberlyn:
The only time I feel like I belong is when he’s near. His infectious smile warms me straight to my bones.
Any insecurities I have vanish with just a wink from him. A sliver of his attention makes me feel
invincible. But all it took was one drunken night of truths for me to lose everything I had begun to crave.
Now, I’m not sure how to move on because I only feel complete when I’m with him.
He said I was too young. I said he was perfect. He said our families wouldn’t understand. I said we could
weather any storm. He said he would ruin me. And he was right.
Harper is a NEW YORK TIMES, WALL STREET JOURNAL and USA TODAY bestselling author residing in
Georgia with her husband and three daughters. She has a borderline unhealthy obsession with books,
hibachi, tattoos and Game of Thrones. When she isn't writing you can almost always find her with a
book in hand.
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Love isn't always bright and
shiny.
Sometimes, it's dirty and wrong, buried six feet deep in a secret place
where only wild things dare to go. Hidden behind a big black curtain that covers things no one should
ever see.
Sometimes it happens between two people who should never be allowed
to come together. One who is a match, and the other who just happens to be gasoline.
One strike is all it takes to burn the whole world down, and that's exactly
what they plan on doing.
Even if it kills them.
warning: this book contains graphic sex, extremely brutal
violence, bad language, and people repeatedly and knowingly breaking the law.
Con finally unlocked the doors and she hefted herself into the massive vehicle. They sat in silence for a
while, their breath fogging up the glass. Then he opened his mouth.
“Did he touch you?”
Dulcie knew he wasn't asking about the homeless man.
“Not in any way that counts,” she replied, turning to look at him. His hands had moved to grip the
steering wheel.
“So he has touched you.”
“Jared was just an experiment, I wanted to see if -”
“You let him fucking touch you.”
“You fucking left me!” she was suddenly screaming. He didn't even flinch, just gripped the
steering wheel harder. “You fucking left me in this fucking town, without a goddamn goodbye! Without
a goddamn word! God, you have no idea what it's been like. That fucking camera, all those
drawings. And there's all these people, and talking, and feeling this way, and all the blackness, and I
don't even know what's wrong with me, and nothing. You come back, and it's like
nothing to you. Oh hey, Dulcie. Where's your sketchbook, Dulcie. Come to a party, Dulcie.
Let me just fuck this chick in the woods, Dulcie. So you know what? Yeah, he fucking touched me. I let
him fucking touch me. And I hated every minute of it, and I would pretend it was you, and I would hate
you, and I would hate myself, and I just let it happen.”
Con lunged across the seat, and absurdly, her first thought was “wow, he's really fast”
before his fingers wrapped around her throat. She wasn't fazed, though, and she pushed right back,
slapping him across the face. This only caused him to clench both hands around her neck and he yanked
her forward, dragging her to him so their faces were only inches apart.
“Stupid little Dulcie,” he whispered, his breath hot against her lips. She held onto his wrists and glared at
him, but didn't try to pull away. His fingers got tighter. “So scared of the big bad wolf.”
“I'm not … scared of you,” she managed to gasp out, but then his grip grew so tight he completely cut off
her oxygen.
“Of course you aren't scared of me. I'm not the wolf. You are.”
So that's what was hiding behind the curtain. I wish you'd told me sooner, Con. We could've
reveled in our darkness together.
It felt like a weight was lifted off her back. She'd been pretending for so long, and she hadn't even
realized it. Had conditioned herself to do it. It was easier to believe Con was the darkness, and she was
simply drawn to it. Basking in his wake. But it was all a lie – she was every bit as dark as him. They were
the same animal. She'd just been better at deceiving herself. And now they'd evolved into something
else, into a new, higher being.
Her lungs were throbbing, screaming for oxygen. She could feel her pulse pounding behind her face. Her
mouth was open, but she couldn't make a sound. Black spots danced in front of her eyes, yet still they
stared at each other. Recognizing each other, maybe for the first time ever.
Maybe for the last time.
What a way to die, looking into the face of this beautiful boy. What a gift.
Little Red Riding Hood – Sam the Sham and the Pharoahs
Can't Get You Outta My Head – Kylie Minogue
People Are Strange – The Doors
Psycho Killer – Talking Heads
Suicide Blonde – INXS
I Touch Myself – Divinyls
Bad Things – by Jace Everett
Song 2 – Blur
SAIL – Awolnation
Animal – Chase Holfelder (Neon Trees cover)
My Songs Know What You Did in the Dark – Fall Out Boy
Bleeding Love – Leona Lewis
Kokomo – The Beach Boys
Crazy woman living in an undisclosed location in Alaska (where the need for a creative mind is a
necessity!), I have been writing since ..., forever? Yeah, that sounds about right. I have been told that I
remind people of Lucille Ball - I also see shades of Jennifer Saunders, and Denis Leary. So basically, I
laugh a lot, I'm clumsy a lot, and I say the F-word A LOT.
I like dogs more than I like most people, and I don't trust anyone who
doesn't drink. No, I do not live in an igloo, and no, the sun does not set for six months out of the year,
there's your Alaska lesson for the day. I have mermaid hair - both a curse and a blessing - and most of
the time I talk so fast, even I can't understand me.
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About Katie McGarry:
Katie McGarry was a teenager during the age of grunge and boy bands and remembers those years as the best and worst of her life. She is a lover of music, happy endings, reality television, and is a secret University of Kentucky basketball fan.
Katie is the author of full length YA novels, PUSHING THE LIMITS, DARE YOU TO, CRASH INTO YOU, TAKE ME ON, BREAKING THE RULES, and NOWHERE BUT HERE and the e-novellas, CROSSING THE LINE and RED AT NIGHT. Her debut YA novel, PUSHING THE LIMITS was a 2012 Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction, a RT Magazine's 2012 Reviewer's Choice Awards Nominee for Young Adult Contemporary Novel, a double Rita Finalist, and a 2013 YALSA Top Ten Teen Pick. DARE YOU TO was also a Goodreads Choice Finalist for YA Fiction and won RT Magazine’s Reviewer’s Choice Best Book Award for Young Adult Contemporary fiction in 2013. 
