Archive | August 7, 2015

Emerald By Kathi S Barton Release Day& Winner Announced 8/7/15

Blurb :
Jul Whitney’s mother, Celeste, has known Annabelle Erickson for many years, and it is high time she pays her a visit. Celeste has just arrived at the Erickson’s when she receives a disturbing phone call from Jul―he’s been shot. Annabelle insists that Jul recovers in their home. She has granddaughters in the medical field that can take care of him better than any hospital….
Jul loves the Erickson home and is given Emerald’s old bedroom to recuperate in. However, there is something about the Erickson family that’s odd…everyone is friendly enough, but they’re speaking to him very cryptic like he should know something about them, but not. And when Jade tells him that the large wolf playing in the yard by the edge of the woods is part human he doesn’t believe her. He’s thinking at this point he’d be better off finding a nice hotel room to recuperate in―like now. He rounds the corner and is hit so hard in the chest that he finds himself soaking wet in the middle of the pool with the most beautiful―and quite angry―woman that he’s ever seen….
Emerald Erickson didn’t see that coming. The man, human no less, just steps right out in front of her. She hits him so hard that they’re both in the middle of the pool. Now all the fool’s doing is staring at her breasts with a sappy grin on his face. When she looks down she sees that the wet fabric hides nothing. Pissed off only touches the surface of the feelings raging through her body―he is her mate.
Emerald has been avoiding spending time at her sister’s house because they’re all happily mated and she feels like she’s intruding into their happiness. And she had given up finding a mate a long time ago because she only attracts the bad sorts―men who love to intimate women with their fists. Would this man be any different? She doesn’t want to stick around long enough to find out….

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Chapter 1
“If you taught her better, we’d not be having this problem.”
Emerald looked at the paper in front of her and counted to ten. It was that or hit the asshole in front of her. She hated parent/teacher conferences almost as much as she did balancing her checkbook. Smiling, she looked up at him.
“Mr. Basel, I’ve sent home numerous notes about Shayla’s reading issues. She is behind all the other children by fifteen percent. She is to read a chapter a night, and–”
“I don’t have time to do your job. And if she has homework to do, then tell her to do it. I’m not taking the fall for your incompetence. If she fails, then I’m going to come in here and kick your ass.” He leaned back in his seat as if to say, “What are you going to do now,” and Emerald had to count to twenty this time. “If you can’t do your job, then maybe they should find someone that can.”
“You’re absolutely right. You can do it.” She stood up and so did he. But the difference was, he looked panicky and she was not. “The school board will expect you to be here at seven, even though classes don’t start until nine. You have to do your own room clean-up at night…budget cuts, you know…and then there is the bathroom. It would be better for you if you clean it the night before you leave. The stains are as hard to—”
“What the fuck are you talking about? This is your job.” She shook her head and started stuffing things into her bag. “You’re not going anywhere. This is your job. And I’m not gonna take it.”
“You’ll have to. As I see it, you’ve just fired me.” She stuffed another book in her bag and looked around for anything else she might be able to take. Everything in here was basically hers. The school she was working for this summer had no money and very little resources. “There is the matter of supplies. I’ll take all that is mine, so you’ll need to pick up some chalk, erasers, and some pens. I’ll leave you the paper. I can’t use that anyway.”

“Now see here.” She moved toward the door, only to be blocked by him. “You can’t just pick up and leave. You have to teach them kids. My daughter will try…what do you mean, this stuff is all yours? My taxes pay for this stuff.”
“No, it does not. You voted down the tax levy for the school, and that is the reason you can’t keep full-time teachers, especially in the summer. The little money you pay in taxes is for the upkeep of this place, which, I must say, isn’t working out too well. There is nothing left for the classrooms, much less for the teachers. I purchase the toilet paper they use, paper towels we need, and any other things that you might not send along with your child.” She glanced down at the sheet in front of her. “Oh, sorry, you didn’t pay your fees, which means that everything your daughter is getting to use—tissues, notebooks and pencils, and paper for art time—is coming out of my pocket.”
“No, that ain’t right.” She just stared at him and then stepped around him. “I pay my taxes. That should pay enough.
“Well, it doesn’t.” She moved into the hall and found nine more parents in line to talk to her. And for the most part, none that she really had to speak to about their kids. “I’m sorry, but Mr. Basel will be taking over for me. He just fired me.”
“Fired you?” Everyone turned to the man coming out of her classroom, and one lady continued, “You fired her? How the…do you have any idea how much she’s helped my son? He’s reading now when no one else could get him to do that before. What the hell do you think is gonna happen to him now?”
“I didn’t fire her. It was just a misunderstanding. Come on back, Ms. Erickson, and I’ll talk to you about my little girl. Perhaps she can…I’ll make sure she reads two chapters a night to catch up.” She turned to look at him. “Please? I’ve had a rough couple of days. I lost my job. I’m raising her on my own.”
“I don’t need this crap, Mr. Basel. I’m a good teacher.” Several of the other parents nodded and glared at him. “I’m here because this district is out of money. My time here is mine. The little bit of money I’m making to help your student get ready for the new school year is less than half what I make elsewhere.”
“I didn’t know that.” She didn’t say anything. It was so tempting to go home…to simply say fuck it and lay on the deck chair by the pool at home. But Mr. Basel continued before she could make good on her wants. “We didn’t know a lot of stuff about this place. Did you all know she has to clean the bathrooms and pay for all her own chalk?”
Several of the parents looked shocked. Others were pulling out their wallets. Emerald felt stupid. She should never have said any of those things to him. It was just…it was true, but wrong to whine to him. Emerald refused the money that was pushed at her.
“I’m sorry, too. I should never have said those things.” One of the parents asked if she really had to clean the bathrooms, and she nodded. “The custodian was let go due to budget cuts. We either do it or it doesn’t get done. But that doesn’t mean that I should have said that to him. I’m not having such a good day either.”
“But that’s not right.” Emerald couldn’t have agreed more. “You should have some help. Where is the help? I thought the schools had previsions for this sort of stuff. Volunteers and stuff.”
“Very few signed up for it. Did you volunteer to help me out this summer?” No one would look at her. “I’m sure that a paper was sent home. If even one of you came in one hour a week to help out, so much more would be done. Someone could sit and have a child read to them for that hour and it would help. Helping on projects, art, or other things would help out. But no one, not a single parent, signed up to come in at all.”
“We can’t just leave our jobs to come here and not get paid.” Mr. Basel turned away when she looked at him. “I guess we could make a little time. Even if I had to, you know, leave early. But I don’t have a job right now, so…well, maybe I can come in and help out.”
“And I would love it.” He nodded. “There is only so much we can do for these kids on our own. You have to do some of it at home. Have them read to you while you’re making dinner. Have them read the labels at the store, tell you the prices of things. Even

have them tell you what time it is. All of these things take very little time out of your equally busy days.”
Emerald went back into her classroom and sat down. She wouldn’t leave the district in a bind like this. After about twenty minutes of sitting there alone, she figured that they’d all gone home. She was putting her things back on the desk when the parents, all of them, came into her room. Emerald wanted to sob, they all looked so upset with her.
“I’m terribly sorry. You have every right to be upset with me. I should never have said those things to you, nor should I have threatened to quit. I’m so sorry.” Mr. Basel shook his head. “If you call the board in the morning, they’ll tell you that I’ve given my notice. This was—”
“Christ, don’t do that.” She stepped back when he shouted at her. “I mean, please don’t do that. We were…well, I was wrong to talk to you that way. We’ve been talking and it seems that none of us have been all that helpful to you at all. None of the teachers, as a matter of fact.”
She sat down when he did. The rest followed. “I’m not even a part of this district, but I’m sure there are a lot of them like this one. On the verge of closing down.”
“We got that. Some of us…Charlie here is gonna come in after he gets off work in the morning and clean up the rooms. Millie is going to make sure that the bathroom is clean on her way home from her job.” Emerald started to speak, but he cut her off by standing up again. “Now you listen here. We already have this worked out and you’re gonna do what we say for a change. Mark there is going to work on the school yard stuff. He said he noticed that some of them swings are in poor shape. He’ll get some of his buddies to help you out. Here.”
He shoved an envelope at her, and she was afraid it was cash, but it was written on and she read down the list. They were coming in and this was the schedule. Tears pooled in her eyes, and Emerald had to wipe them twice before she could look at them.
“This will help so much.” Two of the women nodded and told her they’d bring in snacks when they came in too. “I don’t know what to say.”
Mr. Basel laughed and looked around the room before speaking. “That would be the first time since I met her. She ain’t done nothing but jabber on since I came in tonight.”

Embarrassed, she smiled at him. “I’m really sorry about that. I’ve had a rough day as well. Seems some students have taken it into their head to be artists in my classroom.”
She got up and let the map that was at least fifty years old slide up on the roller. She was so embarrassed to let them see what the “artists” thought of her naked, but it was there and they all had a right to know. She turned to look at them when no one said anything.
“I don’t know who did it. It’s paint, so I have to have someone come in and take care of it for me. I’m not able to…well, I’ve been trying to deal with this, and it might have gotten the better of me.” She pulled the map back down. “I have been conducting interviews about it, and no one knows a thing.”
“You let us take care of that too.” Millie Shaw stood up. “I got me an idea who might have done that, or at least the ring leader, and I’ll have a talk with his momma. You see that I don’t. Shameful the way kids act today.”
“You don’t have to do that.” She only nodded and sat back down. “I’m overwhelmed by this. I can’t thank you enough for the support you’ve shown me tonight.”
It wouldn’t last though. Emerald wasn’t so naive that she thought they’d do as they said. It was summer after all. But when they left, they each said they’d help all they could and would talk to the other parents as well. Emerald nodded. Mr. Basel was the last to leave.
“Shayla will read tonight and every night. I promise you. She’s been slacking on her other grades too. Too much phone time, I’m thinking.” She said nothing, as she’d had to take his daughter’s phone from her several times these past two weeks. “With me out of a job, there won’t be a phone for her to play on anyway.”
“Call my brother-in-law, Josh Ewing. He’s looking for some laborers. I’m not sure what they’re doing, but perhaps they might have something for you.” He nodded and turned to look at her as he made his way to the door. “Thank you, Mr. Basel. You’ve made my night.”
“Shouldn’t have messed it up for you.” He nodded toward the map. “I’ll be in tomorrow to get that off the wall for you. I know a few tricks.”
She nodded and led him out of the building. The guard was there and locked up when she told him that she was finished for the night. Going back to get her things, she wondered if she’d have anyone next week to help out with everything. There were all kinds of things going on then, and she could really use the help. The testing for the state was all the board seemed to be focusing on anymore, and she was worried about the kids that were struggling.

Jul Whitney’s head was pounding, and he thought perhaps he might be having a nervous breakdown too. This was the day…hell, it was the week from hell, and he wasn’t sure how much more of it he could take. Glancing at his desk calendar, he groaned. It was only Tuesday. What the hell was he going to do with the rest of the week?  “You should know that there are five more men coming in today. And none of them are as qualified for the job as they think they are.” Jul glared at his assistant, Colby Bass. “I told you not to run an ad in the paper. You should have hired a firm to find someone to replace Mr. Williams if you really need to have a partner. This is not the way to go.”
Daniel Williams had been his partner up until nine months ago. But he’d decided that life, his life, was not what he wanted flashing before his eyes when he passed from this world to the next. It was boring, he’d told Jul, and he wanted something exciting.
He’d had a massive heart attack, and was lucky to have been visiting his daughter at the hospital when it had happened or he’d be dead. Now he was giving up the business, selling out, and going to retire to parts as yet unknown. And Jul was going to have to replace him. “Why?” He looked at Colby. “Why are you even looking for someone to come in and take half of what you make? Unless you like giving away your money. Do you? But I know you can do this. You did it the entire time Mr. Williams was in the hospital, didn’t you?”
“That was different.” Colby asked him how. “Because I knew he was coming back to help out. Besides, what do I do for a vacation should I want one?”
“I wouldn’t know. The five years I’ve been here, you’ve never taken one. Nor have you taken any time off, so far as I can see.” Colby stood up and smiled at him. “You’re just simply a workaholic. And while that’s wonderful when you want to buy whatever you want because your bank account is bigger than the national debt, you can’t meet a woman and settle down if you work all the time.”
“You’re what, twenty-five, twenty-six? What do you know about settling down and having a woman?” Colby took out his phone and shuffled around on it before handing it to him. The woman there was beautiful, as were the three children, two boys and a little girl.
“I’m thirty-one. Been married to my high school sweetheart, Dawn, for the past twelve years, and we have three children as of now. Best thing that has ever happened to me.” He took back the phone and looked at the picture. “Yes, sir, the best thing that can happen to anyone.”
“I don’t think I’m cut out to be a husband for anyone. I’m too…set in my ways.” Colby nodded. “You know, you could have disagreed just a little. I mean, I am your boss, you know. But you’re right, I do work too much. And get me whatever information you have on me going solo on this business and I’ll look it over.”
“It’s on your computer. I uploaded it yesterday. Look under ‘Get rich all by yourself.’ That should help you a great deal.” Jul opened the file and looked up at Colby.
“You should be my partner.” Colby shook his head and shivered. “Too much for you? Well, I got news for you…I can’t run this without you.”
“You’re right, you couldn’t, but that doesn’t mean that I want to be a partner with you. You’re a very good businessman, smart, articulate, and you have an amazing sixth sense about wine and food, but you work too hard, and I’d have to try and keep up with you. And I won’t do that.” Jul understood and nodded. “Besides, who would set up your meetings and keep you sane?”
“No one like you can.”Colby thanked him and left him. Jul knew that if there were any more interviews today, Colby would cancel them. He was deep in the file, making notes and writing out questions, when his mom walked in the room. If she knocked, which she seldom did, he didn’t hear her.
“I’ve been out talking with that young man of yours. I think he’s right, you should just run this alone.” He leaned back in his chair and smiled at her. “You’re doing a bang-up job now. And what’s to say you won’t be better at it?”
“Dan was Dad’s partner. They ran this company before me here in the states and back in France where the winery is. I don’t know what to do on my own.” Which was a lie. He’d just read notes indicating that he knew just what he was doing. “What if I fucked up and lost it all?”
“You have more money than you can spend in five lifetimes. A house on every continent in the world. Credit cards for those things you don’t have cash for, which would thrill me to no end if you’d spend some of it on yourself.” He grinned at her. “I got the deed this morning. Why on earth would you buy such a thing for me?”
“Because I love you. And you said you wanted it. It’s a lovely house. I stayed there last summer when I was in France for business.” She nodded and smiled at him. “When do you leave?”
“Later tonight. But not directly to the house. There’s a friend of mine I’m going to go and see. I just found her on that social network I’ve been playing on. Her son and daughter-in-law were killed some time back and she raised their children. Six lovely girls. Imagine that.”
“I’m not getting married so you can have grandchildren.” She huffed at him. “Besides, you can go and play with hers and you won’t have to worry about dirty diapers.”
“I’d love to change a dirty diaper of one of my grandchildren. And to set the record straight, she has great grandchildren. You remember her, Annabelle Erickson.” Vaguely. He nodded, frowning. “You remember her son, then. He played ball at the high school when you were just in grade school. Your father loved taking you to those games.”
“I remember that. I never met the guy before.” She nodded as if she knew that. “Why are you going there now? I thought you would have left this morning to get the place in order. Is she ill or something?”
“No. She’s just someone from my past, the past I had with your father, and I want to see her. She’s excited about me coming for a bit, and I am too.” Jul nodded and wondered what was really going on. His mom was a wonderful person, but she rarely did anything without having an ace up her sleeve. “You should come with me.”
“I can’t. I’m going to…I’ve decided not to take on a partner and to run this place on my own, as you and Colby have suggested.” Her smile lit up the room. “I’m not sure I can do it. I might have to get a partner later on.” “You’ll do better than your father did. I know it. He had a good head on his shoulders too, but you shine with it. If this business hasn’t doubled its income by six months, then you’re not trying as hard as you should.” She went to the door. “It’s only three now. I should be there by ten tonight. I’ve left the information to where I’m going with Colby. Should you need me or want to come and see me, I’ll be there for about a week. I want to catch up. I’m headed straight to the airport now and should be there in about an hour.”
“Have a good time, Mom. I’ll see you when you get back.” She stared at him for several seconds before turning and leaving him. Jul wanted to call her back and ask her why it was so important for him to go with her, but he didn’t. Instead, he opened up his file again and started reading. It was nearly midnight when he left his office. He’d made the decision to keep the business his own about nine-thirty, and began making some calls overseas to see if the grapes and other things that he needed to make their product was on line to get a production here in the United States going soon. He wanted it close to home as well as in France. But here, he wanted to start something new.
It was the plan he’d proposed to Dan some years ago…to produce not only the best wine and champagnes in the world, but anything else that would be eaten with them. They had a line of crackers and cheeses now that sold as well as, and in some places better than, any of their single wines. He was very proud of that. But he wanted to bring that part of the business here to the States. It was something that he and Dan had been talking about before he’d gotten ill.
Jul was on his way to his car when he felt something jab him in the back
“Give over your wallet.” Jul turned to see what the person had said to him when he told him to stand still. “Just give me the wallet and nobody gets hurt.”
“You’re not going to believe this, but I don’t have a wallet. No cash either.” He laughed quietly. “As for you thinking no one is going to get hurt, you’re wrong about that. I plan to beat the living shit out of you as soon as I turn around.”
“I have a gun.” Jul laughed again, and the man poked him in the back. “Do you feel that fucker? I have a gun.”
“Nah, a hair brush. I thought at first you might just be using your finger, but that’s too big for that. It’s your hair brush, or your mom’s.” The man hit him in the back with something hard. “Yep, hairbrush.”
The shot rang out, and Jul felt pain in his left side. He didn’t think about that as he turned quickly and popped the gunman/would-be robber in the face with his briefcase. Then when he was going down, Jul kicked him in the head hard enough to shove him back against the pillar that was holding up the floors above.
The man didn’t move, and Jul’s had a sudden wave of dizziness as he noticed the gun still curled in the guy’s fingers. Christ, it was fucking big. Pulling out his cell phone as he kicked the gun away, he called the police, then the front gate. He had no idea how the guy had gotten in, but now that he was here, he was going to be dealt with. After the guard told him he’d let the police in, Jul called his mom.
“I’ve been shot. I didn’t want you to read about it in the papers and worry.” She asked him what he was doing calling her and not going to the hospital. “I’m waiting on the police. They’ll have to deal with him.”
His head spun, and he had to grab onto something or fall. His mom was talking, but he had no idea what she was saying to him. Just as he started to notice that the floor was becoming extremely close to him, he heard the siren getting closer. Jul dropped the phone as his mom was screaming something about murdering him when she got there.

“I’m sorry,” he said just as the lights in his mind shut out.

Stepbrother, mine part 2 by Opal Carew Book Blitz &Rafflecopter giveaway 8/7/15


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Book Title: Stepbrother, Mine (Part 2)
Author: Opal Carew
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2015
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Scandalous love. Smoldering romance. It’s all here!

Dana’s always had a clear vision of what she wanted out of life. But when her father dies during her final year of college, Dana’s whole world threatens to topple down. In desperate need of money, she comes up with an idea. It’s scandalous. It’s HOT. And it’s got everybody talking. . .Is Dana really going to auction off her own virginity? And at what cost?

Meet Mason. He is used to getting what he wants. The head of his own corporate empire, he has wealth, means, and no shortage of beautiful women ready to fulfill his every need. But despite having it all, Mason is bored. Until he comes face-to-face with a woman from his past–one who will do anything to get what she wants. But is her desire for Mason worth the risk?


From Stepbrother, Mine (Part 1)

Mason sat in the leather chair at the desk in his den and opened his browser. He reviewed his email, answering a few, and adding a few things to his calendar. He sighed and glanced at the clock. His dinner would be in the oven for another fifteen minutes.

A chat window opened, from his friend, Guy.

“Hey, your SL gone home already?”

Guy called his subs sluts—in fact, he called the women he spent time with sluts, too—but he knew Mason wouldn’t put up with it, so he called them SL, which he said was short for slave, but Mason knew he was just yanking his chain.


He didn’t feel very talkative.

“So all alone in your big house. Bored, yeah? You really should look into that service I was telling you about. FYI, they just got a new batch of SLs. Or should I say, SL-wanna-bes. J”

Then the link appeared in the chat window.

Guy knew Mason had been bored lately and told him he needed to shake things up sexually. Then he’d told him about this service that allowed a young woman to essentially sell her virginity to a wealthy man for a hefty sum of money. The fee was fifty grand. The guys who frequented the service could drop that amount without blinking an eye and some justified it by saying it was doing a great service because most of these young women were college students who used the money to pay for their education. In fact, it had been dubbed the Scholarship Fund by the men who used it.

Guy had closed his chat session, but Mason found himself staring at the link.

He had absolutely no interest in deflowering some virgin, but he couldn’t help wondering what kind of women would allow themselves to get involved in this kind of thing. Why did they resort to selling their bodies? Didn’t they have parents who could help them? Were they too lazy or inept to earn the money on their own?

He found himself clicking on the link.

A black screen opened displaying a simple insignia with a lone field underneath, requesting that he enter a code.

He knew from what Guy had told him that one had to be registered to enter the site. And Guy had paid the thousand dollars to register him as a birthday present last month.

Mason entered the username Guy had given him. BoredDom.

A new page displayed. He selected the page that talked about the type of women available through the service. It gave a pitch about how wholesome and safe they were, how enthusiastic the young women were to have this opportunity, and generally made the whole thing sound like a bunch of girl scouts wanting to sell cookies to help the poor.

He clicked on the link that would allow him to view the current women available. He wondered if the women would be naked or in seductive poses. When the page came up, it offered various selection criteria based on physical appearance, age, education level, et cetera. He just clicked on New Arrivals.

A new page opened and he stared at a list with pictures on the left and brief bios on the right. The four photos visible on the page were all of quite lovely looking young women gazing at him with bright smiles, wearing normal street clothes and sitting in a chair with their hands folded in their laps.

The photographer was excellent, though, because somehow he captured a distinct personality in each of them. They were all posed the same way, and they all smiled, but the first one clearly had an impish side. Maybe it was the way her lips turned up that gave that impression, or the glint in her eyes. The second seemed more timid. The third, he sensed would have a fiery temper, even though her hair was golden blonde rather than red.

He scanned down the page, viewing each smiling face. The timer on his phone sounded, indicating that his dinner was ready. He glided his cursor up to close the window when his eye caught on one of the smiling faces.

He frowned, then stared at the familiar smile and wide innocent eyes. But he must be mistaken. He clicked on the link labeled Details and a bigger picture of the woman appeared. His stomach clenched. Fuck, that was her. His gaze glided to the name to confirm.

Fuck, what the hell was Dana doing on a site like this.


Meet the Author

As a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of erotic contemporary romance, Opal Carew writes about passion, love, and taking risks. Her heroines follow their hearts and push past the fear that stops them from realizing their dreams… to the excitement and love of happily-ever-after.

Opal loves nail polish, crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult, Manga artwork, Zentangle, and all that glitters. She earned a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo, and spent 15 years as a software analyst before turning to her passion as a writer. She grew up in Toronto, and now lives in Ottawa with her husband, and three cats. One of her sons just finished a Masters degree at Sussex University in the UK and is now pursuing a second Masters at Carleton University in Ottawa. The other son is working on his undergraduate degree at Carleton University. Yes, mom is proud!

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Chronic by Alana Albertson Book Blitz 8/7/15


by Alana Albertson
Se7en Deadly SEALs #2
Publication Date: July 7, 2015
Genres: Contemporary, Romance, Serial, Suspense

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6ix months since I slammed the door on my ex Mia

5ive years I’ve known my best friend, Joaquín, now wasting away in jail

4our days since this stripper named Ksenya entered my life

Thre3 ways Ksenya reminds me of Mia: her lips, her scent, her smile

Two years since Mia left me during my darkest hour

One naked bombshell asleep in my bed trying to trick me

Zer0 doubt in my mind that I’m wrong

She wants to get wild? I will fulfill her every fantasy. I control the game now, not her. It will end when I say it ends. I’m a Navy SEAL, and I will be the last one standing.

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Thre3 shots of tequila I knock back before I strip and dance for the SEALs

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I’m Joaquín’s only hope for freedom. No sin is too depraved, no challenge is too great. Even if it means destroying my soul.

About Alana Albertson


Alana Albertson is the President of RWA Contemporary Romance Writers, former President of RWA’s Young Adult and Chick Lit chapters, and the founder of Academe Advantage, a college admissions & test preparation company. Alana Albertson holds a Masters of Education from Harvard University and a Bachelor of Arts in English from Stanford University. A recovering professional ballroom dancer, Alana currently writes contemporary romance, romantic suspense and paranormal romance. She lives in San Diego, California, with her husband, two young sons, and four dogs. When she’s not spending her time needlepointing, dancing, or saving dogs from high kill shelters through Pugs N Roses, the rescue she founded, she can be found watching episodes of House Hunters, Homeland, or Dallas Cowboys Cheerleaders: Making the Team.


Fate Interrupted, Book 1 by K.B. Winters Release Blitz 8/7/15


Fate Interupted book 1


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Music has always been Olivia Sanders driving force and safe haven, in her turbulent life. Now, with her college degree in hand, she begins chasing down her biggest dream, to become the biggest female music manager LA has ever seen. She has the drive and determination to make it big. The only problem is she has no clients—or money—and no leverage to get her started in the cut throat world of talent management.
Remington Maddox was born with a fully loaded bank account. He has money, cars, connections, and an all access pass to the hottest women in LA.

When Olivia crashes into Remy’s high class life, he knows he has to make a choice. Will he choose his billionaire lifestyle of endless wealth and hot hookups? Or will he throw that all away to pursue the small town girl who unknowingly captured his heart?

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button About the authorKB Winters is the author of the brand new Billionaire Romance Series, Plush. She has an addiction to caffeine and hard-bodied alpha males. The men in her books are very sexy, protective and sometimes bossy, her ladies are…well…bossier!

Living in sunny Southern California, this hopeless romantic writes every chance she gets!

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