Blog Tour – Suit (The Twin Duo) by Jettie Woodruff

When my sister, Isabelle showed up, just ahead of a tropical storm, nostalgia and a need to reconnect took us on a ride…directly into the eye of a different kind of disaster. I woke from a coma unaware that I even had a twin and married to a man with two little girls. Although I fell madly in love with children that I didn’t remember, I did’t feel like I belonged with Paxton Pierce. I couldn’t be who he wanted me to be no matter how hard I tried. But things aren’t always as they seem. I fought my own demons, trying not to be the submissive he required me to be, yet I craved it like a drug. I wanted him.
Once upon a time I was an identical twin.
And then I wasn’t.
The next time I woke the window revealed darkness. I felt irritated, but wasn’t sure why. Maybe because the neurologist never came like he said he would. Maybe because I hurt. I hurt everywhere. Even my eyes. Maybe the agitation came from seeing him. Why? Why was he there? Why couldn’t he just go away? I gave him a dirty look and hit my
call button.
Paxton nobly walked to my side. “I can help you. What do you need?” I shoved his hand away from mine. With all my might, I tried to move. Just rolling to my side caused excruciating pain. Pain like I had never felt in my life. At least not that I remembered.
My voice raised, yet it was faint. “I want out of this bed, I want to know what’s wrong with me, and I want you to go away. That’s what I need!” Faded words was all that I could muster. It even pained me to raise my voice. My muscles didn’t work, and the ones that did, hurt too much to move.
“Seriously? Tears? Give me a fucking break,” Paxton said, arrogant tone and all. I wanted to tell him off, tell him to go fuck himself. The words were on the tip of my tongue, but they never formed in my mouth. The pain wouldn’t let them. “What can we do for you,
Gabriella?” Another new nurse asked. She moved around me, checking vitals and the drip in my I.V. while she spoke.
“I have to pee, and I need something for pain.”
“You have a catheter, but I can give you something for the pain. Tell me where the pain level is, one to ten.”
“Ten, more than ten. Oh, God. Give me something. Please,” I begged. My neck and shoulders hurt every time I moved my head, but I couldn’t help it. I was in unbearable pain, and nothing else was on my mind. I just wanted it to stop. “Where’s the pain, Gabriella?”
“I don’t know. All over. My head, my neck, my back, my leg. It hurts everywhere. And it still feels like I have to pee.”
“Let me get you some Dilaudid. I’ll be right back.”
I squirmed as much as possible while I waited for relief, holding a flat hand over my face. Trying to squeeze the pain from my temples didn’t work at all. It still hurt. “Shhh, I’ve got you. Just relax.” Soft words were whispered into my ear and Paxton’s warm body blanketed my chest. His hands moved around me and he held me close to him. The scent of
“Stop fighting it, Gabriella. You’re only making it worse. You’re okay. I’ve
got you,” he said in a quiet tone while leaving soft kisses around my neck.
It’s stupid, but it did feel like it helped, like maybe some of the pain was
Tears slid down both of my eyes and he kissed them away, shushing me with soft words. Confusing emotions flooded my body while I wept in the arms of a man I didn’t know. I didn’t know what to say, what to feel, what to do, nothing. I knew nothing.
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in.
People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I
tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to
throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as
well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy
anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides
writing are, friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has
changed after forty, I like the new stuff.
Happy Reading.
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Cover Reveal – Truth In Time by Sara Shirley











TRUTH IN TIME by Sara Shirley

GENRES: Romance, Suspense



The truth always happened.

Noelle Watson, a talented young artist, had finally found happiness in Savannah with her loving husband Jak Watson, a successful businessman and Southern gentleman.

With a beautiful daughter, their lives were complete until a secret from the past threatened to tear their world apart. Jak was the keeper of lies, and revealing them could cost him everything.

Was it easier to let his family go or finally confess to his mistakes?

When time ran out and truths were revealed, one question remained: Could Noelle trust Jak with her heart, or would she be swayed into the arms of another?

Noelle was about to discover that those closest to her might have been the ones who betrayed her from the very beginning.

In the eyes of the ones we loved, the truth had the power to kill, to heal, and also to destroy. Who would be left standing when time ran out?

With each hour that passed, another secret was revealed.

Tick tock…


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Sara Shirley lives just outside of Boston, Ma. She resides with her husband and one cat named Whiskey.

She has been an avid reader for several years and began writing her first novel in January 2014. Frozen Barriers was released in May 2014 and began as one book. Fans and readers spoke and one book morphed into the Barriers Series and a new found passion for writing.

Outside of reading and writing she enjoys traveling, photography, hanging out with close friends, wine tasting, and listening to music.

Her favorite places include Savannah, GA, Breckenridge, CO, and Portland, OR. She hopes to someday travel to Paris, France and also attend the Glastonbury Festival in the UK.

She loves coffee, high heels, watching Supernatural, Sons of Anarchy, Game of Thrones, and is addicted to all things related to The Hunger Games. Her favorite bands include Imagine Dragons, Sunset Sons, James Bay, Florence and the Machine, The Black Keys, The Avett Brothers and the Civil Wars.

Sara enjoys lazy summer days at the beach, relaxing by a fire with a good book in the winter and hanging out with her book buddies.

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sj001-personallogo-eeHello everyone! I’ll start off with a bit of background on myself. I’m almost 31 years old. I was in the Air Force for 8 years and I’ve only been out a little over a year. I’m currently pursuing a dual Master’s Degree in Public Administration and Mental Health Counseling. I want to work with children in some capacity. I’m an avid reader and series watcher. Most of what I read, write, and watch is supernatural/paranormal based.

I started writing poems when I was still in Middle School. I took a creative writing class senior year of high school and loved it. I wrote my first short stories there, but still it would take me almost nine and ten years before I even attempted to write anything longer, least of all a book. I started to write my first book Sept 2012 after getting off the phone with my best…

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Summer Blog Hop – At the Corner of Magnetic and Main by Meg Dendler


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Book Title
“At the Corner of Magnetic and Main”Book Genre
Speculative Fiction/Paranormal/Spiritual

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Pen-L Publishing, Fayetteville, Arkansas (indie)

Penny’s life was in a rut. She had been in the same small town diner for decades—watching others live and love and have adventures—but nothing ever changed for her. Of course, it’s hard to get on with your life when you’re dead. Penny must face a journey from her comfortable but unfulfilled after-life existence to the willingness to embrace what lies ahead for her now. The new ghost in town, the ridiculously handsome, wild biker Jake Thatcher, will stir up feelings Penny thought had been buried with her. She will learn that love (and the desire for it) never dies. But she will also need more than a gentle push to move her life forward—to be willing to let go of false responsibilities and move into The Light. It will require drastic measures from Jake and psychic intervention from Angelina the Magnificent. In the end, Penny will finally be ready to open her heart to the love that the universe still has waiting for her.

Jake did not take the news well, but he did better than some. Penny and the others waited without comment while reality sunk in.

Penny had been through this hundreds of times—stood at this counter, witnessed them suddenly arrive, served up a bowl of ice cream, and helped as best she could. Sometimes they moved on quickly, gone before saying a word. Other times, like with Jake and so many young ones, the transition didn’t go so smoothly. It probably didn’t help that this boy was handsome and still filled with adventure and life.

From the look of him he couldn’t be much more than twenty years old. He was going to cling to what he had with all his might. It was written on every inch of him from his wild, brown hair to his black riding boots. Clinging and resisting would be dangerous. Even more dangerous than speeding along Highway 62 on a motorcycle.

Jake was different from anyone else who had passed through the diner. Penny could sense it the minute he appeared. Every individual has a life-force. If you are paying attention, you can feel it in the air around them. Jake had more of a life-tsunami.

Blam! His arrival had sent out a shock wave that vibrated right through Penny’s whole being. She was grateful that he had been disoriented for a minute because it took her that long to regain her composure. From the startled looks they had shot in her direction, Katie and Silas felt it too.

Jake emanated freshness, vitality, and an overwhelming sense of masculine rebellion. No one would dispute the fact that the young biker was ridiculously handsome. There was no denying it. Penny had noticed it when he had visited the diner before. He may not have been able to see her then, but she had most certainly seen him. His charisma and charm enveloped a room the minute he swaggered in, and even a ghost sitting on the sidelines couldn’t help but be impressed.

But now that she was faced with his presence on the verge of moving on to whatever lay ahead, all of that was more of a liability than an asset.

Penny had a job to do. The anger and resistant energy bouncing off the walls of the diner had to be controlled and contained. A dish of ice cream, even the deliciousness of chocolate Bluebell Ice Cream, might not be enough to get the job done this time. Penny needed to be calm and firm and clear. Jake had been given a window of opportunity to adjust to his death, but she doubted it would last for long. This young man was going to need all the help she could muster.

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 11393343_806946809412179_2000134452107279985_oMeg Welch Dendler is a best-selling, award-winning author and a former teacher who celebrated publishing her first book, “Why Kimba Saved The World,” on February 23, 2013. This story is based on her true-life crazy cat and the other cats in her home…and the idea that they are all really part of an alien race from another planet. In October of 2013, “Why Kimba Saved The World” was honored with a Moonbeam Children’s Book Award as “Best First Book — Chapter Book,” Bronze Medal. Both “Why Kimba Saved The World” and the sequel “Vacation Hiro” were honored with Silver Mom’s Choice Awards for excellence in products for children in February of 2014. Books 1 & 2 are also “Story Monster Approved.” Book 3 in the Cats in the Mirror series, “Miss Fatty Cat’s Revenge,” came out in September of 2014, followed by the companion book, “Max’s Wild Night,” in May 2015. “Slinky Steps Out” (Book 4) and “Kimba’s Christmas” (Book 5) are also in the planning stages for 2016 and 2017.In the Fall of 2015, Meg is looking forward to publishing a very different book, “At The Corner of Magnetic and Main.” Set where she lives in Eureka Springs, Arkansas, this story follows several people no-longer living on this plane of existence but still stuck here (aka, ghosts) as they figure out what is holding them here and what is next in their lives. It will be available through Pen-L Publishing. Pen-L will also publish her YA and teen-focused biography of her hero, actress and philanthropist Betty White, in 2016.

For over 10 years, Meg worked as a freelance writer, including a year as a columnist for, where she wrote movie commentaries and interviews. She has had over 100 articles published in newspapers, magazines, and on web sites and has had the chance to interview Sylvester Stallone, Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson, Kirk Douglas, as well as Anita Roddick and the Archbishop of Cape Town. She is a huge movie fan and prefers watching a new movie over most of what is on television.

Meg is a proud member of the Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) and the Ozark Writer’s League. Meg is also an editor for Pen-L Publishing, handling several new books each month.

A Texas native, Meg grew up in the mid-west area of Champaign-Urbana, Illinois, and then moved to the Metro Detroit suburbs when she was 13. She earned her undergraduate degree in Public Relations at Eastern Michigan University and returned to school there to earn her teaching certification and Master’s Degree in Early Childhood Education. After decades in Michigan, she and her family moved to Houston, Texas, in 2005. Making a total life and career change, in 2012 they bought seven acres of Ozark mountain paradise, opened a rental guest house business, and focused on allowing Meg time to write and publish. She loves the opportunity to perform wedding ceremonies in their pavilion and be a part of special events for families from all over the United States–as well as getting her books into your hands.

A supporter of Character Education, Meg served as a teacher and community trainer for CHARACTER COUNTS! and has spoken about the integration of literature in character education programs at MiAEYC conferences and for the Arkansas Association of School Librarians. A trained and experienced public speaker, Meg would love to visit your school or book store to share her books, have a read-aloud session, and promote reading and literacy for elementary school children. Call Serenity Mountain Publishing at 479-363-6017 to chat or send Meg an email at





Cover Reveal – Uncovering Peace by Steffy Rogers

Uncovering Peace – Military Love Vol. 2 
by: Steffy Rogers 
Release Date: October 30th 2015
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Cover design:
 Kari Ayasha 
Genre: Contemporary Romance


Just one more cut. Just one more drop. 

Faith Livingston has only ever known pain. With a past that she tries to keep hidden, she has a hard time trusting or loving anybody. That is until she meets Seth Jacobs. After sharing one night together, he walks away from her. She tucks her feelings for him away but soon realizes he is all she ever wanted. 

There’s just one tiny problem. He’s married. 

Seth Jacobs has been unhappily married for five years but guilt forces him to stay with Krystal. When Faith steps into his life, his world is turned upside down and though he knows he can’t have her, thoughts of her consume him. 

Will true love find its way to them? Will they withstand the trials thrown at them? Or will they realize that sometimes love just isn’t enough? 
Rediscovering Peace
Steffy Rogers is a self-professed bookaholic who is fluent in English, German and Sarcasm. When she isn’t working or going to school she spends her free time writing. She makes a home in a very small town in Georgia with her dog Karma. However, her heart belongs in Germany, where she lived for 20 years before returning to the USA. Though her memories of Germany are blurry due to the delicious beer, she knows one day she will return home for good.
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Cover Reveal – Where The Ivy Hides by Kimber S. Dawn


Where the Ivy Hides 
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All I’ve ever had is myself. I can’t tell you who I am, where I came from, or who I’m fucking made of. I was ripped from the only happy I’d ever known, but I can’t recall what it was…I just know part of me is now void, left hollow.


How do you know who you are if you don’t even know your own flesh and blood?


How do you trust those in your life, when the deception lies among you? 


How do you know if you don’t belong if you’re in the only place you’ve ever called home? 


There was nothing I could do but survive…in my own way. 


This is my story…this is Where the Ivy Hides. 


**This is a Kimber S. Dawn work of fiction—Tread carefully ONLY if you’re over 18 and can’t be accused of being faint at heart.***
Release Date: October 1, 2015
Genre: Dark Romance
Cover Designer: Raising Cane Photography

Summer Blog Hop – A Secret To Keep by Railyn Stone


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BOOK TITLE * A Secret to Keep

BOOK GENRE * Contemporary Interracial Romance


PUBLISHER * 5 Prince Publishing

Keeping secrets is a horrible way to live. Sloane Davis should know.
She’s kept her son a secret from his father for almost a year.

Now, her worst nightmare is coming true. Her ex is re-entering her professional life in the midst of the biggest project of her career. She’s about to come face to face with the only man she’s ever loved – her son’s father.

Gates McCall is a brash man. He hasn’t always been this way, but when Sloane walked out on him, something inside him broke. When his company’s newest acquisition brings the two of them together once more, little does he know seeing her will bring back a flood of memories, feelings, and an unexpected surprise.

“Hey, come back to the here and now. Sloane come on, we have to focus. Are you going to be able to do this?” Liyah snapped her fingers in front of Sloane to get her attention. “Sloane? Sloane?”
“Oh, Liyah, I’m sorry. What were you saying?” Just as Liyah was about to answer her, she quieted and Sloane followed her gaze toward the door where her unbelievably handsome ex-fiancé stood.
“Santo cielo.” Liyah breathed and stood straighter, adjusting her jacket.
“He’s just a man in a suit,” Sloane said, trying to convince herself more than Liyah that he was just a man in a suit. She busied herself by stacking and reorganizing an already organized stack of papers. She could feel one single bead of sweat slowly meander its way down her back. But Gates’ magnetic pull soon had her staring at his deep-set hazel orbs. She tried to look away, but there was something about this man who was able to suck her in like cake flour through a sieve.
“He is so not just a man in a suit.” Liyah swallowed hard, shaking her head at Sloane’s dismissal of him. “I’m beginning to understand why you’re so nervous about this. Wow. You know, I didn’t realize how much Brayden looks like him.”
“Shh, keep your voice down.” Sloane tried to move, to blink, to do anything, but her body betrayed her wishes and she could only stare as Gates mingled through the room before he stopped near the two of them. She felt the individual hairs on her neck called to attention as his deep voice rumbled over her.
“Liyah, hello. It’s been a while. Sloane.” Finally regaining her faculties Sloane pulled herself up to her full height of 5 feet 6 inches and smiled. The unmistakable maleness of him filled her senses as she looked into those familiar eyes. Prickly chills scampered up her spine as she stood face to face with the father of her baby boy.
“Hi, Gates.” Liyah interjected, trying to break the obvious awkwardness.
“Gates, it’s good to see you again.” Sloane stammered while inwardly cowering under his intense gaze.
“Is it really?” Smirking, Gates continued past her to meet and shake hands with a few of the representatives from the various companies with bids on the table.
“Okay, so that went well.” Both ladies turned to watch him weave through the crowd of people as he headed towards the front of the room before Liyah turned to Sloane. “You up for this?”
“I don’t have much choice, do I? I guess he really does hate me.” Sloane swallowed the big lump of nerves in her throat and tried to pull herself together for what she knew was going to be the fight of her life. She and Liyah took their seats as the meeting got underway and she was never so glad to sit down. Her legs felt weak and her stomach was queasy. If it weren’t for the fact she hadn’t been with anyone since Gates, she would have sworn she was experiencing morning sickness all over again.
“Maybe not so much hate, as maybe severe dislike.”
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Release Day Blitz – Suit by Jettie Woodruff

Suit (The Twin Duo)
Best Selling Author Jettie Woodruff
SUIT Release Date: September 21st
SUIT Synopsis:
Identical twins, Gabriella and Isabella, separated at the age of eleven. Reunited after thirteen years. One horrible accident tears them apart again. One wakes up married to a man with a dark side, and two little girls. One is missing.
Once upon a time I was Gabby Delgardo.
And then I wasn’t…
I was Gabriella Pierce.
Stepford wife.
Soccer mom.
Paxton’s trophy.
PTA parent.
And the slut…
We were the model couple. Picture perfect in the eyes of the beholder. A beauty created by our observers.
A flawless marriage with a lifetime agreement. One made to suit both our needs.
I signed my name on the
dotted line. My marriage certificate.
Lies. Regrets. Secrets from the past.
I was Gabriella Pierce.
And then I wasn’t…


“I’m not sure you want me cooking for you, or anyone else. I feel like you kidnapped me and you’re trying to give me this life that’s not really mine. I don’t feel like the type to be controlled.”
Paxton placed a finger over both my lips and shushed me with a quiet, “Shhh, hush now. I assure you with everything in me that you are the type to be controlled. That’s why you suck my dick. That’s why your legs fall apart whenever I come near you. You’re a slut. My slut. I own you,” he said in a dry, sultry tone, fingers gliding down my neck. The dry swallow stuck in my chest when his fingers wrapped gently around
my throat. His grip tightened and his lips met mine. “Shhh, don’t talk, baby girl. Turn around and go take a shower like you were told”
My name is Jettie Woodruff. I am from Ohio. I don’t know what genre I write in. People tell me I have my own genre. I write whatever I feel, because that’s what makes me happy. I don’t want to be in that box where I can only write one genre. I tend to like my bad boy’s, taboo; the touchy subjects that make you want to throw your kindle. Usually at said hot alpha male. Sometimes the female lead as well. My motto is life is short. Very short. If it doesn’t make you happy anymore then why do it? Move on. Some of my favorite things, besides writing are, friends, family, and the beach. Music, although my interest has changed after forty, I like the new stuff. Happy Reading.

Blog Tour – Complicate Me by M. Robinson

Title: Complicate Me (The Good Ol’ Boys)
Author: Best Selling Author M. ROBINSON
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: September 14th
Cover Design: Rebecca Marie at The Final Wrap
It was complicated, it was
also just the beginning.
A decision.
A simple choice.
There is always that one
moment in life where things could have been different. That one moment where
you could have chosen a path that would lead you down a certain road.
A different life.
It was easier to pretend that
we were still best friends, and that she was my girl and I was her boy.
Pretending was better than
knowing the truth…
I. Ruined. Us.
I had her.
I lost her.
I love her.
All I did was complicate us.
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I didn’t know what to expect going in to read Complicate Me. I’ve enjoyed every other book from Mrs. Robinson so I went into this one with an open mind although I hate contemporary romance with a passion. With that being said the dynamic between Alex and Lucas kept you on your toes waiting with fear on where their lives will lead them. I can say I was angry with most of their family and friends for more than half of the book. I think they had a lot to do with some of the hurt and pain Alex and Lucas went through. The prologue was very, very good and sucked you in right off the bat. The rest was a bumpy ride and at times I wasn’t sure what the outcome would be. You found yourself saying, “how many ups and downs can one couple go through before it’s no longer worth it?”

We see Alex, Lucas, and the boys grow up from children to adults. We see them grow apart and find their way back to each other. You feel what they feel and you just want to take them all aside and tell them to live life for themselves and not to worry about what anyone else thinks or feels. I could easily see this book and this series playing on the big screen as part of a series starting from the beginning. Although it’s a very different genre from what we’re used to seeing from M, it’s still very much her signature style. Complicate Me did just that. It was messy, complicated, and at times painful to bear but in the end I believe they came out stronger and the bond they share held up through the test of time.

My brown eyed girl sat on our blankets with her arms wrapped around her knees, hiding her face. The tiny frame that I adored so much shook uncontrollably, only heightening the deepest sobbing that escalated with each passing second. It was such an intimate moment, not to be shared with anyone, especially me. Alex didn’t cry. I watched her bawl for the first time in my life. I had never seen anyone cry like that before, and it shook me to my core, slicing me whole, and making me feel like I was dying. Carving a memory that I would take to my grave.
There was no going back…
No erasing.
No do overs.
No deleting.
What I witnessed tonight would be my purgatory; I would now close my eyes and forever see her falling apart in front of me. Shattering before my very own eyes and I found it hard to breathe.
Hard to move.
My feet were glued to the goddamn floor as she continued to weep, sob, bawl, violently sucking in air that wasn’t available. I accepted it all; each tear that fell from her face becoming pieces of me. Circulating through my veins and blood, it flowed endlessly, a river of her sadness and sorrow and of my broken promises. No beginning or ending to her cries, just an infinite current, flooding the hole
where my heart should be. The shadow of her trembling petite body reflected off
the walls, leaving a trail of regrets in its wake.
Growing up in a small town you overheard a lot of things. People talking, stories told, town gossip. You listened a lot. You learned a lot. Tourists, townies, friends, and especially family all shared wisdom and advice that you think you will never need.
Bunch of bullshit.
They say you have that one moment in life where things could have been different, that one moment that changes the course of your life or the direction you could have taken. That one moment that could forever change you and everything you wanted to be true,
everything you wanted to believe.
One simple decision could
alter your entire future.
My entire world.
I would forever remember this moment for the rest of my life. This is the moment that changed everything. This is the moment where I took another direction, another road that led me to my own demise. My own regrets. I should have walked in there. I should have apologized. I should have begged for her forgiveness. I should have promised that I would never hurt her again. I should have done whatever it took to make her look at me the way she had our entire lives.
But I didn’t…
I did none of those things…
Not one.
Nothing was said between us.
No words.
No actions.
I was a coward and couldn’t do it. I couldn’t see her like that. I couldn’t look into her eyes and know that I had hurt her. That I had disappointed her. That I ruined her love and lost her respect for me.
The boy who promised he would never hurt her.
The boy who swore he would always protect her.
The boy who vowed he would never let anything happen to her.
That same boy was me.
I was the reason she was bawling.
I was the reason she was hurt.
I was the reason she was broken.
She knew the truth. It had finally caught up to me… I shattered her illusion that I was hers. I ruined the one good thing I had in my life. The girl that owned my heart was bleeding out for me in a way that I had never seen before. The house was no longer our safe place.
I had brought my hurricane with me…
I couldn’t risk the possibility of losing her permanently if I walked in there and admitted my truths. She wouldn’t love me anymore, she wouldn’t look at me the same anymore, and she wouldn’t be mine anymore.
My brown eyed girl.
The girl that I had loved all of my life.
The same girl that I would
love for the rest of my life.
I gave her the only comfort I could in her moment of despair. I turned around and left. I walked down the stairs and got into my truck. I turned the engine on and drove my sorry ass home. I took a shower and never once looked at myself in the mirror. I pretended that nothing changed. That I didn’t cause her pain, and that she didn’t know the truth. That I didn’t see her sobbing and that she wasn’t even bawling to begin with. That we were still just best friends, and that she was
my girl and I was her boy.
My Half-Pint and her Bo.
It was better than knowing…
I ruined us.
Best Selling Author M. Robinson loves to read. She favors anything that has angst, romance, triangles, cheating, love, and of course sex! She has been reading since the Babysitters Club and R.L. Stein.
She was born in New Jersey but was raised in Tampa Fl. She is currently pursuing her Ph.D in psychology, with two years left.
She is married to an amazing man who she loves to pieces. They have two German Shepherd mixes and a Tabby cat.
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Summer Blog Hop – The Dark Prince Les Fées: The French Fae Legend by Emma V Leech


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11001898_10155674984395602_7943246113748542703_nBOOK TITLE * The Dark Prince Les Fées: The French Fae Legend

BOOK GENRE * Paranormal Romance


PUBLISHER * Emma V Leech



The man of your dreams is coming… or is it your nightmares he visits? Laen is Prince of the Dark fae, with a temper and reputation to match his black eyes, and a heart that despises the human race. When he is sent back through the forbidden gates between realms to retrieve an ancient fae artifact, he returns home with far more than he bargained for.


He heard her gasp and saw her fists clench with rage. Good, he wanted her to be angry. It was in anger that she would reveal her true nature.
“Where is the rest of it?”
He watched as Océane tore her eyes from her precious book to glare at him. “What do you mean? That’s all there is.”
“Liar!” he snarled, snatching up the board she had been working on at the museum. There was a half-finished painting of the dagger on it and a chapter heading: The Dark Prince is Lost.
“What is the meaning of this?” he demanded, his voice low and menacing. He watched her face fall as she saw that he had taken the illustration she had been working on at the museum as well as the book.
“It’s just a story,” she said, looking up at him with those big eyes and holding her hands out helplessly. “I had no idea it was your story.” Her voice was pleading and to his disgust he found a part of him wanted to believe her. “I … I thought I was making it up, honestly.”
“What do you know of honesty?” He sneered. “Very well, and supposing I pretend to believe this … preposterous idea, tell me, what happens next?”
He watched the alarm on her face and knew she was hiding something, that she knew something. Before she had time to come up with a decent story, to tell the lies that dripped so easily off the tongues of humans, he acted. He grabbed her by the wrists and slammed her up against the wall. He was so close; he knew she would feel his breath on her face, and he wondered if it were possible for her to actually die of fear as her heart surely could not survive at the rate it was beating against his chest.
“I can see your mind turn, trying to come up with a lie,” he whispered against her ear. “Please do not bother. I will get to the truth, sooner or later, and believe me when I say you will not like my methods of reaching it.” He deliberately looked her over, his eyes lingering on the low neck line of her dress, knowing full well what he was implying and despising himself for it. And yet he couldn’t stop his gaze from raking over her. He looked back at the terror in her eyes and had to remind himself over and again of everything he was protecting. It was so much harder than he would have believed not to touch her with more gentleness than he was doing now. He wondered what it would be like for her to look at him with something other than fear and hatred.
Before he had time to question either his thoughts or his actions, there was a commotion outside the door of the library and raised voices. The door swung open and Laen cursed as the man who entered quickly took in the scene in front of him and the unguarded look in Laen’s eyes.
A delighted smile played over the curve of the intruder’s mouth. “Oh, my dear fellow, do forgive me the interruption. The guards told me you were interrogating a prisoner, but I see they were quite mistaken.”
Laen dropped Océane as though she had burned him, and quickly arranged his face into a more suitable expression. “The guards were perfectly correct, Corin,” he growled, glaring at Océane with hatred.
Corin scrutinised him, his interest piqued. “Well nonetheless, please do not forget your manners. Won’t you introduce me to your charming captive?” He turned to give Océane the benefit of a devastating smile.
Laen’s furious glare drifted from Océane and back to Corin, scowling harder as he saw the way his friend’s warm gaze lingered on her and the returning gleam in Océane’s eyes. He cursed with fury when he saw the realisation dawn on her face. She had finally found a powerful ally.

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As a child I spent more time than I’m going to admit to wishing I was Samantha from Bewitched. Yet despite hours spent perfecting the nose twitch; sadly I have to say that – so far at least – no magical ability has been discovered. Now I have to say it’s looking unlikely, but remain hopeful. I was born in Kent in the UK and moved to France in 1998. I currently live, according to my husband, in LALA land but the rest of the time in the middle of nowhere in darkest Dordogne, as far from the real world as possible. I’m married with three daughters and a wild imagination. I like Tarot cards and anything creepy… except spiders. I worship at the altar of Florence + the Machine and am addicted to music, as long as it’s LOUD! I love chocolate, think The Wizard of Oz is the scariest film I’ve ever seen and still believe in faeries.



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